Caught in the Flames

Chapter One Hundred Four

As always, none of this is mine. I'm just the perv who want to make our beloved Twilight characters swear, drink, and go at it like horny rabbits. This story will be a combination of love, suspense, some violence and steamy, sweaty sex.

On with it!

Chapter 104

?POV

"You had one job. ONE! And yet, you fucked it up," I grumbled. "ONE! How stupid can you be?"

"Shut up! It's not like I wanted to get fired," he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. He glared at me and at my companion, who was drinking a whiskey.

"Your job was to get intel on Isabella," said my companion, his voice deep and rough, filled with disdain. Not that I blamed him. My own ire was mounting. Stupid bitch. "And now? You lost that inside scoop because you couldn't keep your mouth shut, Laurent."

"You know how I feel about women working," Laurent scoffed. "And having them work in a firehouse? It's fucking insane. People could die because of their pansy-ass shit."

"Again...not the fucking issue!" I screamed, shooting up from my seat. I tugged on my hair, leaning against the fireplace mantle. I felt a hand on my shoulder and a glass of whiskey placed next to my arm. I glowered at it, downing it in one gulp. "ONE JOB!" I threw the glass into the fireplace, glaring at Laurent.

"Look, you got more information about Isabella than you ever received before," Laurent spat. "You have information about her job, her boyfriend..."

"Fucking tool," muttered my partner. I smacked his arm, giving him a withering glare.

"Let me finish," Laurent growled. "You have enough to cripple Isabella. You can take away everything from her. She's happy and it's disgusting. She should not be happy. Not after what she put you all through. Hateful, deceitful cunt."

"She does spread lies. Those lies, they ruined our lives. How dare she lie and say that she was assaulted and that her baby died. How dare she finagle a multimillion dollar home from a dying old woman!? How dare she sidle up to one of the richest men in Chicago?" I fumed, my cheeks reddening in anger.

"Edward Cullen is not the richest man," Laurent argued. "He may be a trust fund baby, but he's not..."

"It doesn't matter! She doesn't deserve it!" I snarled. "We deserve it. For all of the mayhem that girl caused, we deserve it all." Another hand rubbed soothing circles on my back and I stomped back to my seat, after I got another glass of whiskey. I was almost tempted to carry the entire bottle back with me. I needed a clear head. I had to create a plan B. Our original plan, with Laurent, was now awry.

Well, the original plan did help with our surprises up in Chicago. With the information from Laurent, a few gifts were bestowed upon Isabella and her firefighter friends. I took great joy in planning these and my partner, he took great joy in fulfilling them. The realtor's office was honestly too easy and I was somewhat pissed that more people weren't injured. The only casualty was the bitch that had sold Isabella her office space.

Damn it.

Granted, she did go out in a blaze of glory. Just like her fiery red hair.

Boom!

The acid pill we gave her was enough to make her blood an accelerant for the fire, not to mention, torching her? It was amazing to see.

Xavier, though, was a tougher nut to crack. Sending him a text from a burn phone, asking him to check out some gas leak at that dive bar was pretty brilliant, but this guy was very hesitant to come out on Thanksgiving. He didn't want to leave his family. I wouldn't take no for an answer. I was insistent. Xavier, believing that I was Leah, came over and was met with his own acid pill and fiery demise.

I was kind of sad when he died. Xavier was attractive, in a rough, work-with-your-hands sort of way. Heaven knows that it's been forever since I last had some. My husband prefers the company of men. I was just his trophy wife.

"Renee," purred James as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Isabella will get what's coming to her. She doesn't get to walk away from me or you. We're going to get that money. She'll come back to me and you will get your happiness."

"I certainly hope so," I replied, looking at James. "We've got another trip to plan and another present to prepare for my loving daughter."

"I think I know exactly where to strike next," James replied, his wicked smile covering his features. "Laurent, you will be needed for this."

This was going to be good.

A/N: We all knew that Renee was off her rocker, but to cause so much destruction and be in cahoots with James? Leave me some...

Oh and another sneak into a pervy mind next chappie.