Bite Me | Volturi Kings

Chapter 6

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It seemed at least one of them knew where they were going, slightly, as Bella parked near a grand restaurant called "The Witching Hour". Bella looked lost as she walked into the dimly lit restaurant, decked in designs that screamed money like a Banshee. 

It was Shoomah who whispered Bella's last name when the hostess approached them, as Bella followed quietly behind when they were led to a small table. Shoomah then turned to the hostess, Mary, with her most disarming of smiles to request a third place be set for her to sit at. Something that was no doubt against policy but when a gorgeous stranger with an endearing accent asked you for it, all sense of sexuality and decorum were thrown out of the window. 

But that was vampires for you.

A black man was sitting down sipping his white wine when he spotted the two women, this was Mr. Jenks Shoomah presumed. He abruptly got up to pull out his chair for one of them which Bella took. Ever the gentleman he offered his seat to Shoomah but she declined with a shake of her head. At his insistence she indicated towards Mary who placed a chair in between the other chairs with a new napkin, cutlery, plate and glass placed shortly after. 

Shoomah softly thanked Mary, making her blush profusely scurrying back to the front of house. They finally took their seats. 

"And which one of you two lovely ladies would be Bella Cullen, the one Jasper mentioned." Mr. Jenks said as he filled up each of their glasses with wine. 

"Me." Bella said, rather amusingly raising her hand slightly. 

"And you?" He analysed Shoomah. Her attire, the way she held herself, her expression. 

She smirked at him, "A friend." She raised the wine glass to her lips and took a long sip. It was going to end up in the toilet soon if she didn't drink some actual food but for appearances sake she'd do it. 

Bella stared at her incredulously, knowing what Shoomah was putting herself through for that one glass of wine. 

Jenks noticed Bella's shocked look and faced Shoomah again to question her, "Is white wine not normally to your taste?" 

"Not normally no, red has long since been my favourite." 

He sensed a hidden meaning behind her words but chose to clear his throat and divert his attention back to Bella instead. 

He carefully slid across two passports and a few documents, looking around to make sure no-one was watching. An action that made Shoomah roll her eyes, it would've been far less conspicuous to wave the forgeries in front of their faces screaming, "Fake!" 

Perhaps that was a tad dramatic. 

Bella's quizzical look turned into one of realisation, of sadness and the slightest hint of a smile at noticing Jake's new last name. They were split second emotions, after which she thanked him. 

"Mr. Jenks?" Shoomah smiled slowly when there brief interaction had ceased. 

"Yes, what can I do for you?" 

"I believe you have something that I want." 

He chuckled nervously, "Oh?" 

"Why, your skills Mr. Jenks." She smirked cruelly.

His nerves turned to relief, "Well then - what is it that you would like?" 

Shoomah kept her laid back posture as if she had all the time in the world, smiling with some hidden knowledge that only she would know. Like you were the idiot for not knowing when it was the very thing that would destroy you in the end. That kind of smile. "You, Mr. Jenks. I would like you at my beck and call. Ready to drop anything and everything to get me whatever I require. Be it a passport, a birth certificate or a diploma."