Why the fuck where his clothes gone please?

I ran to the telephone and called his mobile, it was going straight onto answer machine, I knew this would happen, but like I said before, I was living on hope.

I looked around the room, studying each bit of furniture to see if anything had been moved, would Caius’s men actually come to the house and take his clothes trying to hide the fact they had killed him, would they really go to such great lengths to hide this? Did they believe for one second I would believe Jacob and Tanya would run away together?

Of course they would!

CAIUS’S POV

“Confirm” I asked.

“Yes”

That was all I needed to hear, I was….don’t get me wrong I am not a complete heartless bastard, but I was annoyed.

Why didn’t Edward tell me two days ago he and Tanya had split up, why had Bella not advised me last week that she and Jacob where no longer a couple, why the fuck did nobody tell me anything anymore?

FUCK IT

DAMN

MEGA FUCK Edward was standing staring at me waiting for my response, after I choked out my most fucking stupid reply to date me and Edward got into a heated discussion.

Then he asked me to call my Hench men, ok how I held my laugh in I will never know, Hench men, did he think we lived a hundred years ago or something?

And after making the dumb fuck mistake of apologising to Edward he launched for me, I didn’t fight back, I didn’t have the right to defend myself, he believed I had killed Tanya and for that, I would take the beating.

Had I actually killed Jacob and Tanya, well of course that is what he wanted to know, do I tell him the truth or do I lie out my ass in hopes he would keep me alive.

I didn’t deserve to live at this point.

Tanya, with her strawberry blond hair, how it radiated when she moved her hair side to side, how she oozed sex appeal more than any other woman known to man, she was Mrs Perfect and now, well now she is not.