***Jacob’s POV***
I hung up the phone with rage in my heart, but I didn't let Elle know. "I'll be right back my dear. I'm going to step out for a smoke since you don't care for it." I said. She smiled and nodded as she sipped her tea and stared at the fire.
I put on my coat, with my guns hidden under it, and stepped into the frigid night air. I lit my cigarette and walked over to the cars' driver side. "Evening gentlemen. You realize this goes against our treaty." They both looked like they'd piss themselves. Both young soldiers with no experience, but they'd obviously heard of me.
"Mr. Barton, is this your home?" The one with the mustache and cheap cigar asked.
"It is, and if I ever see another man waiting outside of my house, more than the deal will explode. Run and tell Bianchi he
