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Pre-read by ChelleH83 & lemonmartinis
Saturday ~ Out of Time
My heart skips a beat.
"Vic?"
"Bella!" she screams and flings herself at me.
The force of her lunge pushes us back into the suite. All I can do is hold her, pressing her to me and start to cry.
Eventually I calm enough, pull back, grab her face, inspect her and watch her eyes fill with tears.
Except for her red eyes from crying, her hair in nine million directions, and her dress wrinkled to shit, she looks unscathed by her ordeal.
"Are you okay? What the fuck happened?"
"I'm fine," she starts, "Thanks to Leah. She got me out of there before Black could come back."
Without letting go of her, I walk her back to the couch and sit us down.
"I woke up yesterday morning in a dark room, scared and hungover," she starts. "By the way, what the fuck happened to us? And what the fuck happened to this room? I don't remember a fucking thing."
"It's a long story," I tell her, motioning for her to continue her story.
"I tried to get out of the bed, but I found that I was handcuffed to the headboard," she starts, holding up her wrist that have red marks on it. "I was scared to scream because my head was hurting so fucking bad and all I really wanted was some water. But after God knows how long, I started screaming, praying that anyone would listen."
"That fucker," I growl.
"Eventually some men came in and let me use the bathroom and gave me something to eat and drink. But before I could figure out who was holding me and how to get out, they had me back in the room and handcuffed to the bed."
"I knew where she was," Leah interjects. "This isn't Black's first time kidnapping someone."
"But why did you save her? Aren't you putting yourself in danger?" Rose asks.
Since I was concentrating on Vic, I hadn't noticed that Emmett and Rose had joined us and Leah and were standing in the perimeter of the living room.
"I've been with Black for five years. I started as a waitress then moved up in the ranks to a dancer," she explains. "I thought Black loved me. I expected him to do the right thing, but I should have known he wasn't one of the good guys."
"I thought it was one of his goons coming to check on me when I find Leah standing in front of me with the keys to the handcuffs in her hands," Vic continues. "She led me out of this house that is in the middle of now where and drove me back here."
I look to Leah, not sure how to react to her helping Vic. Part of me wants to call the police, to turn her in and push the issue on charging Black. But than the other part of me is happy, really fucking happy, that she found the good in her to help us, to save Vic and bring her back.
"Thank you, Leah," I whisper as the tears start again.
Vic and I hug, which is followed by Rose joining us, a mass of hair and tears on the couch.
"What the fuck?" A scream from the other side of the room booms.
We all look up and see Alice in a robe, her black eye even more prominent, glaring at the three of us.
"Alice," Vic calmly says, removing herself from our grip and standing up.
Before she can continue she is rushed by Alice and tackled to the floor.
Rose and myself are giggling through our tears as we watch Alice go mental on Vic, touching her, inspecting her on her own and speaking in broken sentences, half question and half sentences, laying on top of her on the floor.
"Vic!" Alice screams over and over again.
"Alice, I'm fine," Vic continues to tell her.
Eventually we pry Alice off of Vic.
"We gotta go, Vic. You're getting married today," I remind her.
"No shit, really!" she screams back at me.
"Vic, shower, now!" I yell back.
The four of us rush to Alice and Rose's bathroom to get her in the shower, tearing at Vic's clothes on our path. As soon as we reach the door and push it open, we stop.
There on the floor is Topher Grace.
"What the fuck?" Vic ask.
"Topher, what the hell are you still doing here?" Rose asks.
He grins at us, raises his hands to show us that are hand cuffed and attached to the toilet.
"You didn't leave the key," he tells us.
"Oh fuck," I say.
In a moment of desperation Alice rushes back out of the room yelling, "Anyone have handcuff keys?"
A few seconds later she is rushing back in with a key.
"Who?" Rose asks.
"Jasper, " she whispers, as she blushes.
After unlocking Topher, we shove him out of the bathroom and shove Vic into the shower.
Ten minutes later, we have her out and are roughly toweling her off. I leave Alice and Rose to work on drying Vic's hair.
As I rush through their bedroom and back into the living room to grab my phone to call my pilot. I'm followed by Edward into my bedroom.
I hold up my finger to him, grab my phone and dial the number.
When the call is finally answered, I have a yelling match with the pilot. Apparently, I forgot to call him yesterday to tell him that we would be staying another night, and that he had to find out by calling the hotel to find out that we never checked out. After reminding him that I'm paying him, I am informed that he will have the plane ready in two hours.
"What?" I growl at Edward.
He sat quietly on the bed, watching me pace back and forth, yelling and starting to panic that the plane wouldn't be ready for us.
"Can I come with you?"
"Edward, I really don't have time to figure us out right now," I start to protest.
I haven't had time to process what is going on with Edward and myself. I know I want to see where things will lead, but at this moment, Vic getting married is my primary focus.
Edward stands from the bed, wraps his arms around me, and crashes his lips to mine, effectively stopping me mid-rant.
As his tongue enters my mouth, my body relaxes as my hands snake around his body, tangling my fingers into his soft hair.
Breaking the kiss, I try to catch my breath, "Edward."
"Bella, I want to work this out. Let me come with you. We can figure out the rest as it comes along."
"Edward," I whine.
"Bella, listen to me," Edward starts, pausing to give me another moving kiss. "I like you, I've never felt this way about someone before. Getting married might seem like a rushed step, but I wouldn't have done it if I knew this wouldn't work. Give us a chance."
Before I can answer, he kisses me again, leaving me breathless as his mouth nibbles and licks along my neck.
My resolve and focus are lost as he deliciously ignites my body. The word slips from my mouth quietly, "Yes."
Edward's head snaps back to mine, his emerald eyes blazing with something.
"Fuck, yes," he hisses, as he drops his lips to kiss me again.
"Bella!" Rose's voice booms entering the bedroom. We break our kiss and stare at her in our post kiss haze.
"Stop tongue fucking your husband. Come on and fucking pack!"
"Right," I exclaim, tearing myself from Edward.
I rush around the room, as Edward grabs Vic's and mine luggage from the closet. Throwing all the clothes in, I move to the bathroom and in record time clear everything out.
"Got everything?" Edward asks zipping up everything.
"Yeah, I think so."
Edward grabs everything he can and I grab the rest. We leave the room and drop the bags by the front door. Turning back around, I realize the mess that the suite is in.
"Oh fuck," I grumble, as my eyes land on the couch. Topher is seated with Leah on his lap.
Then my eyes scan the rest of the room; Emmett and Jasper are doing shots at the bar.
"What the fuck!" I yell. Everyone stares at me and I throw my hands up in exhaustion and go to the other bedroom.
I sit down on the bed, grab the suite phone and call the front desk to order a car. Then I click on the T.V. and go through the online checkout. I'll eventually get charged for all of the damages.
But it's only money. Fuck it.
Just as I finish, I start to gather Rose and Alice's stuff, packing as quickly as I can. The door to the bathroom opens and the three girls pile out.
"Wow, Vic, you clean up nice," I tease her.
She has been cleaned up, hair dried and piled on top of her head.
"Fuck off, B," she growls at me.
I smile and open my arms to her, "You know you love me, bitch."
She eventually smiles and comes over to give me a hug.
"The car is here," Edward says popping his head into the room.
"Time to go get you married," I tell Vic.
A/N: Hope I didn't disappoint you in how I brought Vic back. We are nearing the end. I've been toying with the idea of writing a sequel, but can't think of a title. If you have a suggestion and/or suggestions on what wonderful craziness can happen next, let me know. Has everyone seen the previews for The Hangover II?
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