"Feeling gangsta every time I see ya. You're the king and, baby, I'm the queen of disaster, disaster."
-Queen of Disaster, Queen Lana Del Rey
Carlisle was fucking unhappy when I appeared at the fucking airport. I ignored him. What could I say? It wasn't like I wanted to come anyway. I mean, look at me. I was in my favorite cropped tank that bared my middle, sweatpants that were tucked into my worn sneakers, bird nest hair that was tied up to messy bun, barely-open eyes that were covered by Edward's aviator, sleep mark that could easily find on my face, I didn't even brush my teeth for fucks sake…
Psycho totally dragged me out of the bed this morning.
It wasn't the plan. Well, actually there was no plan. He didn't say anything about the mission after our fucked up fight. But I knew it would be either he would go or not. Something that I didn't fucking expect was he would fucking bring me. Hell, I just even realized it right the fuck now. Not when he fucking dragged me out of the bed, but when I woke up at the second time and I saw some luxurious private jet plane parked just outside this goddamn Lambo. God, I even knew I was in his Lambo just after I took a look of my surroundings.
He got out of this fucking expensive car as soon as it was stopped, leaving me confused and sleepy. I heard the trunk being opened and closed. He had two duffel bags on his left shoulder. One of them was mine. The fucker walked past the car, didn't bother to open my goddamn door. It wasn't because he didn't have a manner.
He just didn't want to.
He thought he was a fucking king.
He didn't treat anyone higher than he treated himself.
Unfortunately, he forgot he had made me as an exception many times before.
Besides, I was a fucking queen.
I just leaned back into the seat as psycho stopped abruptly and turned around. He realized I didn't fucking follow him. It was like our eyes talked through this fucking black tinted window. He waited impatiently for a couple of seconds before going straight to Lambo, didn't even have a single doubt to yank open my goddamn door.
"What the fuck are you waiting for, baby?" He bent a little with his forearm in the car roof. There was a smirk playing on his lips even though his tone was harsh.
"Where the hell are we going to?" I raspy-scoffed.
"Monte Carlo." He reached my seatbelt then unbuckled it.
"Are you fucking crazy? What on earth are you bringing me for?" I was awake right away. How many times have I said that this guy was totally losing his mind? "I don't want to be involved of your goddamn crime, okay? I'm not fucking going." I tied up my platinum blonde-dyed hair with a hair tie on my wrist.
He laughed as if it was the funniest thing ever. "Oh, baby. Live a life a little." I gaped and he laughed some more. I had never seen him laugh this much since the first time I met him. "Come on." He held out his hand to me. Of course, instead of taking it, I shifted further until I sat behind the steering wheel. My eyes zeroed at the starter button. It was only nanoseconds away of my reach as he yanked my waist toward him. What a fucking reflex. He pulled me until I moved back to the passenger seat with my back on his chest. "Don't you fucking dare." He chuckled darkly.
"I'm not fucking going to Monte Carlo, Edward." I said stubbornly. He tightened his lock over my waist and arms.
"Yeah?" He replied to my skin. Suddenly his hand crept into my sweatpants and moved my panties to the side. I held my breath as his forefinger and ring finger parted my lips. "I'll make you then." He whispered huskily. His middle finger barely fucking touched my center. I buckled my hips but still couldn't reach his finger because of his firm grip. He purposely tortured me.
"Edward…" I pleaded when his middle finger slightly grazed my center again. Like hell it was fucking enough.
"What, baby?" His devilish grinning lips were on the nape of my neck.
"Edward, please…" His grin impossibly widened. He rubbed his middle finger against my folds. I tried to buckle my hips again to get more but his grip didn't let me.
He chuckled hoarsely as I moaned in lust and frustration. "My greedy little girl." Thank God, he didn't stop. "Fuck, baby, your wetness was all over my palm." He rubbed faster and faster and faster I had to bite back a moan.
"Inside…ah…I want your finger…shit…what are you—" He stopped abruptly only to cup my pussy and squeeze it, "—fuckkkkkkkk." Then he pushed three fucking fingers deep inside me. "Edward!"
"So fucking tight…" He slid his fingers in and out roughly. "I'm the one who can touch you like this…" I moaned shamelessly in response. "Make you wet like this…" He spread my wetness to emphasize his point. "Imagine how fucking needy you'll become if I go, baby…" He finger-fucked me harder.
"Fucking hell, Edward!"
"You'll crave my touch…" His thumb caressed my clit oh so fucking painfully slow.
"Edw-ahhhhh…"
"You'll touch yourself but you can't make yourself come as hard as I do, baby…" I couldn't process his words because I would reach cloud nine fucking soon.
But of course someone had to cut in. "Are you fucking coming, bro?" Emmett's voice pulled us back into the real world. And just like that, his hand disappeared from my throbbing center. I groaned in frustration.
"Almost, Em." He chuckle-yelled of his own joke. I could feel Emmett's frown without looking. "Come on, baby, they're waiting." I scowled as he pulled my body until I stood on my own feet. Then he took his aviator off his face and put it on mine.
This brought us to where I was right the fuck now. Carlisle's disapproving face as his eyes found me. But why should I care? Psycho didn't even seem to.
Jasper winked and Emmett gave me a knowing grin when they saw me. Alice looked away in disgust. Meanwhile Rose…well, she had different idea. "What the fuck is this whore doing…" Edward had his Five-seven point between Rose's beautiful blue eyes as soon as forbidden word came out of her lips. This time, no one had even moved to reach their gun yet. Not even Carlisle. They froze in astonishment. Including Carlisle.
"Don't say I haven't fucking warned you, Rose." Edward was the first to break the silence. But damn if it didn't make everyone tense even more. Icy was totally tongue-tied. Emmett paled a little. I could tell Jasper was racking his brain. Then he gave me this kind of sign that was difficult to read.
No sane people would dare to move or speak. But I did anyway. "Edward." Carlisle narrowed his eyes immediately. Psycho stole a quick glance at me. "It's all right, okay?" Actually, it wasn't. I couldn't be happier if icy shut her mouth forever.
"Like hell it is." He snorted. At least, he loosened a little. Well, maybe not. Because then he looked like he was ready to pull the trigger.
"Don't." I tugged the hem of his leather jacket. He turned to me slightly. I could tell he was reconsidering his decision.
"But baby…"
"Just don't, Edward." I said more firmly. He breathed deeply through his nose before lowering his fucking gun.
"This is your last chance, am I fucking clear?" He snapped in fury. Rose nodded quietly. She was fucking terrified. Everyone was. Psycho almost fucking killed her. "Let's go." He slipped his Five-seven into his waistband and dropped his arm over my shoulder like no body's fucking business. His face didn't show a slightest guilt as if killing one of his crew wasn't a fucking big deal. He killed when he wanted to. He was worse than an evil. He lived for killing. He was sick. He was psychopath. He had no soul.
They were still standing in place as we climbed to the plane. Five minutes later, they joined us. Rose sat on the furthest seat. Emmett never left her side. Jasper and Alice sat just across the aisle. Carlisle chose the seat right in front of Edward. Their seats were face-to-face. It was so fucking obvious that he was watching me all the time.
I tried not to meet his eyes.
This fucking luxurious jet was far more interesting, seriously. The interior design was fucking magnetizing. The furniture fucking was majestic. Everything was in black and white. They all screamed money. Who the hell owned this shit had to be a fucking billionaire. But damn, hours passed and it still couldn't distract me enough from his cold stare.
"Why did you fucking kidnap me?" Carlisle eyes widened in surprised. Shit, did I just say it out loud? I swore it was in my mind. He forced a smile on his lips when I fucking knew he really wanted to strangle me. Psycho hid her amused grin by drinking his scotch.
"Oh, no, Allegra, I didn't."
"What?"
"Billy sold you. Your father owned him a lot of money and he wanted it back. Let's say I help you to pay your father's debt." He shrugged nonchalantly. I could see psycho's jaw hardened right away.
Now it was my turn to give him a tight smile.
"Well, thank you, Carlisle."
"You're welcome, sweetheart." He was still staring at me intently for the entire flight.
SORRY AND THANK YOU FOR WAITING!