EPOV
After the door opened I was in gun fucking heaven, I may have drooled and definitely got hard. What I was trying to figure out was how the fuck he hid all this with his fucked up security...things weren't adding up to me, nothing was making sense..I had too many unanswered questions and I could imagine Bella felt the same.
Walking around the room, I was looking over the walls..I wanted to play with these little beauties, there were handguns, rifles, snipers, machine guns a fucking flame thrower not to mention the fucking knives on the other wall. Just by looking at a few of the I could tell this collection was fucking expensive we were talking a few mill at least..some were rare.
Walking over to pick up a sexy looking fucking Beretta, I wanted that bastard..I wanted to feel the cool grip in my hands and feel the adrenaline pump like I knew it would when I picked it up but something out the corner of my eye caught my attention.
Looking to the left I noticed the filing cabinet, looking back at the gun..I may have let out a little whimper but I would make sure I came back to that sexy as fuck gun very soon as I slowly walked over to the filing cabinet, I wasn't sure why I just knew it was important..I mean why the fuck would it be down here if it weren't or didn't hold something of importance.
As I reached it I went to pull the drawers open, I knew Bella should be doing this but I was fucking impatient I wanted to know what was in here, but again something caught my eye, a fucking door under it..of course there was...shit security but lots of hiding places for sure.
"Help me move this" I said "There something under here, a door or some shit" I said absentmindedly, willing her to hurry, I was getting excited..I know I'm a sick fuck..Whatever.
She walked over without a word, the cabinet wasn't that heavy I could probably have moved it on my own...but for some reason I knew she would wanna be involved in this. We dragged it back out the way with a few hard shoves and then I lifted the handle to pull the door open. I should have known what was in here by the smell, you'd think after god knows how many years past you could still smell death even if it wasn't a fresh rotting kill, it was still in the air.
Looking over at Bella as she switched the torch on and shined it down the hole, saw the shocked look on her face and looked as well. It wasn't really a deep hole..maybe 12 feet, by the looks of the dirt I could see we were on ground level and he's dug under the house. I wasn't sure how many were down there, I mean the bones kinda just meshed into a giant pile.
"Is that what I think it is" I heard from Bella in a quite shocked voice.
"Uh huh" I said still looking in the whole while running names through my head trying to remember one that would tell me who these bodies were..I'd deal with that soon if she wanted me too.
"Well shit" She murmured, I couldn't help but chuckle...she actually looked fucking surprised, I suppose I was a little shocked..not as much as Bella, things like death don't bother me anymore I see that shit on a daily basis now.
Looking up at her she looked a little pale, so I decided to shut the door again, I knew she had evil streak running through her but with all the emotions she's had to deal with other the last few weeks on top of being ill it was bound to catch up..and to be honest I didn't really wanna be cleaning up fucking puke..we still had shit to do.
"Leave, the filing cabinet over there, If you want I can get someone to come and look...we're gonna have to find out who they were at some point" I said pointing to the closed door so she knew who I was talking about.
"You can do that?" She asked with a scowl on her pretty pale face of hers..I wanted to kiss her fucking stupid but now was not the time.
"I can do anything" I said with a cheeky smirk trying to lighten the mood.

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Charlie's
FanfictionBella's just opened up her new Bar with the money that she got from Charlie's life insurance, she meets Edward not knowing he's the son of a Mob boss, This Bella is badass with balls of steel.