Meeting Innocence

10

BELLA'S PoV

I wake up to the sweet smell of a delicious aroma lingering in the room and extremely close to my nose trills.
So delicious! My mind mentally screams as I completely awaken in a comfortable bed.

Since when did my bed get this smooth, soft and comfortable?

I turn to the other side of the bed as the delicious aroma will not allow me to sleep.
The comforters are smooth and silk.

Wait! I don't have silk bed wears, I can't even afford them.
I abruptly shoot up out of bed panicking.
Where I am I?

I see my navy blue dress neatly forded and placed on the creamy white cautch.
"Am naked!" I scream and look down to myself realising that am in a man's shirt.

'Oh thank the heaven!' I mentally thank holding my hands to my chest as if my heart would just pop out of my chest.

Nothing happened.
Nothing happened.
I know nothing happened cause I can't feel anything down there, in between my legs.

The door abruptly flies open revealing Jacob who was half naked.
He was wearing gray sweat pants that loosely hung on his hips leaving his hard toned muscled chest for the world to see.

He rushes towards me in a panic state.
Grabbing me from my arms he says "what's wrong? What happened?" Checking if am hurt.

"Nothing, am OK, I was just terrified to have woken up in unfamiliar environment. That's all" I say looking into his eyes and caressing his right cheek.

"You had fallen asleep while reading so I just let you sleep" he says relaxing in my arms.
He pulls me closer to hard muscled chest and warmly hugs me.
I feel so small and fragile in his arms as his big muscular arms envelop me, completely covering me.

"Let's eat, I made breakfast" he says pulling away to look me in the eyes.

His look so down, so tired and worried.
Why is he still worried?
I said am fine.

"I can't wait to eat, it smells so delicious" I say exaggerating the smelling.
Jacob laughs at my silly and childish behavior.
"Come on" he says taking my hand in his and leading me to the kitchen I suppose.

He pulls out a kitchen bar stool for me to sit, he fills my plate with pan cakes, beacon, and something traditional food that I can not really tell what they are but they are delicious.

I start to dig in as Jacob sits opposite me fixing his gaze on me as if trying to figure me out.

"Are you going to just stare at me, or your going to eat?" I ask and he just gives a smirk that defines his sexy features.

"Am not a breakfast person, it makes me feel weak instead of stronger" he says and just smile for quite some and I do the same.

I drop my eyes on the food and continue to eat and all the way I can strongly feel Jacob's gaze on me that makes me feel safe and protected.

This man is too quite, he does not speak unless spoken to. Even if with the the cold breeze he still has not put on a shirt.

"Are you not feeling cold?" I ask from no where and he gives a smirk that shows that he knows that his hard muscled chest is affecting me.

I bit my lower lip, I can't help but feel nervous.

"I mean, you don't have a shirt on and it is cold outside so I was wondering if you're not feeling cold" I continue to blab nervously dropping on eyes on my half eaten meal.

"No" he says his smirk turning into a wide grin.  "Are you?" He asks concern clear on his face.

I open my mouth to answer but then his phone Bim's and then rings.
He has a frown on his face before he picks it up from the table.

"Excuse me" he excuses himself and walks away from the kitchen to I don't know where.

I sit there alone not knowing what to do so I pick up my plate and cup to the sink and wash them, drying them with a tea towel.
I turn away from the sink and lean my back there looking around.

"What to do, what to do" I think to myself, my mind lost in thought. I blush at the thought of Jacob seeing me naked when changing me from my clothes into his.

I can't believe he had the courage to even take off my bra.
Bra!
Seriously.

Now I feel conscious about how I must have been looking but I like the fact that he was such a gentle man.

I laugh to myself as I tuck in a lose trend of hair behind my ear.
As I rise my head and look elsewhere with a wide grin on my face, something catches my eye.

A box rapped in a pink with a bit of blue green rapping paper on the top shelf.
I try to ignore it in many attempts but I can't anymore curiosity getting the best of me.

I bit my lip 'I shouldn't do this' I mentally tell myself.
But I can't stay away it just draws my attention to it, calling me "Bella, Bella"
And I most definitely answer, I mean it would be rude if I don't.
'Am coming' I answer back and get the kitchen bar stool from the table to the cupboard.

I climb on it and stand there for a second or so in order to maintain my balance and not fall on my face.
After am comfortable, I stretch my hands to the box standing on my tip toes.
God, am so short.

I keep on struggling until my finger tips reach the box and push it to my side.
I sigh with a wide smile on my face as I climb off the stool and walking to the table.
Mention accomplished!

I know this is wrong, but I have to see what is inside.

I will be fast and he is never going to know that I opened it since it is already open after all.
I give myself  an in courage.

I slowly open the box only to find files, lots of files.
I put the lead down and pick up one file, it reads:

Damon Romano

34 years old.

Ex  C I A.

I go to the next page and I see a code in thick ink.

432412
Is known for his killing habits.
Called the killing machine.

The next page shows pictures of the victims.

Women and men
Girls and boys.
Young and old.

He cuts off their heads and burns them in acid.

The list of victims goes on and on.

432412
Works for general Bruce Bryce.
Known as the

Thee BB.

As I want to turn to the next page I hear Jacob's angry voice.
Deeper than it usually is.

"Close that file now!" He yells shaking me to my very core.

His eyes are a darker shade of blue, his out raged and he scares me.

I immediately close the file and just hold it in my hands.

I don't know what to think about all the information I just read.
Is this some kind of mob staffs?

I am pretty sure this information could get me killed.

What's happening?
I can feel my own heart beat in my ear drum.
Beating faster, harder and louder against my limb cage.

"What is going on?" Is all I can afford to say.
Words chocked up in my throat.

My eyes are red as I speak.

What is going on?

I keep on asking myself.

Who is he?