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"Wake up, baby." I shook Edward's shoulder, almost vibrating with excitement.

"Woman…" He rolled away from me and I reached over and smacked his delicious ass. "Bella, no… Let me sleep…"

I pursed my lips, "Oh, alright. Guess we can wait another month to fu-" He shot up, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me underneath his warm body.

"Oh, wow I'm suddenly not tired anymore." He said bright eyed with a dazzling grin. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him chastely.

"Good. We have things to do, places to be, asses to kick…" I bit my lip and he moved off of me with a groan. He huffed and gave me a pouty side look.

"That wasn't nice." I sat up and kissed his cheek.

"Yeah nice isn't really one of my defining features." I commented, I half flipped out of bed.

Marcus had a world of shit soon to come; I couldn't wait to be there to deliver it.

Jared was a sweet boy, it'd been about a week since he and Ellie tried to run away, and the longer we spent with him the more we got to know him. Of course, he's been semi-living with us the entire week and it's been shockingly calm. You know, besides the whole bike incident. He wasn't the trouble maker I had pegged him to be, either. He was quite chill to be honest, his entire demeanor was calm, all of the time.

I would consider officially adopting Jared too. If he wouldn't have been the fifth, I might have. Then there's also that part of me that knows he wants into my daughters pants, that doesn't go over to well either. All of that aside he is a great kid who didn't deserve all the shit Marcus threw his way.

No one did.

"Why are we going so early?" Edward asked, following me into the bathroom. It was now just sunrise and we were most likely the only two awake in the house.

"If we wake the kids we need a babysitter. Babysitters ask questions and take too long to get here." Edward furrowed his eyebrows and I sighed, knowing he was slow in the mornings.

"What happens if someone comes in and they're all sleeping?"

"No one will come in." I assured, with a roll of my eyes. We'd only be down the street.

"Let's just call someone."

"We can wake up Ellie and Jared, so they'll call if anything happens we'll just be down the street." He shook his head again.

"Nah… they'll probably start you know." He made kissy gestures at me and I pushed his face away.

Glad to see we're being mature about this.

"So how do you think we should go about this whole beating the hell out of Marcus thing? You know, what would our cover be? What do we say happened to him?"

"We could make it seem like he was just jumped." Edward muttered, I shook my head and stepped into a pair of flexible black slacks.

"Nah, he has to know this shit is happening for a reason." I brushed through my hair a few times before pulling it up into a ponytail. "And getting jumped in your house is not all that likely."

Edward yanked on a black t-shirt and I bit my lip at the sight of his sculpted chest under the fitted material. "Where'd you get that shirt?"

"Jasper lent it to me. Douchey v-neck..." I ogled him and slid on my own black shirt on. "Is Emmett meeting up with us?"

I nodded and fastened my holster, "Yeah, he said he'd be happy to help." There was a honk from our driveway and I jerked my head in that direction.

"That'd be him." We both left the bathroom, making sure to make our respective rounds to see the still sleeping kids. Emmett sat impatiently in the driveway. He looked completely normal clothes wise… In a pink t-shirt and light blue shorts.

Well as normal as he could get.

I frowned and climbed into the seat next to his, leaving Edward the backseat. "Emmett, what are you wearing?" My eyes went from his pink sunglasses to his loafers and I frowned.

He stared the car and pulled out of the driveway. "I'm just expressing my swag." I held up a hand.

"Emmett, you aren't a teenager. Don't try to speak like you are." I laughed, he gently smacked my hand away and gave me a once over.

"Shut up, son. I'm just trying to get hip you know so Jared doesn't enter another house of old farts." He gave me a pointed look and I curled a lip. I looked up at the street to see that we were on the fucking highway.

"Emmett! Where are you going?"

"I don't know, just driving blindly here. I thought someone would have offered up directions by now. You were too busy insulting me though and princess back there is obviously focused texting his neighborhood librarian."

"Why the librarian?"

"I don't know…"

"Oh hey bro, I was actually texting your mother." Edward said leaning up to flick his ear.

It was like being in the car with badly dressed teenaged boys.

"Tell her I said hi!" Emmett shot back angrilly.

"Good one," I snorted, my eyes widened and I slapped the dashboard.

"Emmett! You've managed to set us off track by about ten minutes! He lives on our street!"

"See, you addressed that I was going the wrong way before and still never told me where to go, so don't go blaming this on me." I groaned as he pulled off onto some deserted street and turned us around. No doubt the kids were up and panicking by now.

"Why did you decide to wear highlighter colors to do this though?" I sighed, addressing our earlier conversation.

"I could ask you guys the same thing? We're jumping him. Not robbing him. He'll make face to face contact with us, what's the point in dressing up in black?" He asked looking me up and down. "It's not even night time."

I scoffed. "We aren't jumping him." Emmett rolled his eyes at me.

"Don't be jealous because we take initiative." Edward grumbled from the back. "We look scarier than you anyway."

"Oh please, dude. You're wearing a v-neck and I mean… look at Bella." He turned to me, "You just look adorable." I smacked his stomach and pointed down the street at the house that Marcus lived in. This fucker was about to get everything coming to his ass.

I slid my gun into the holster and Edward sent me a look. "I don't think bringing a gun is necessary, Baby."

"You never know."

"I know your temper won't get me arrested today. Leave the gun." I frowned at him and he pulled it gently from my hands tucking it into the back pocket of the passenger's seat. I pulled on a pair of leather gloves and Emmett rolled his eyes.

"Bella, look. We aren't stealing his shit or killing him. Leave your murder gear at home." I scowled at him, before putting on a pair of sunglasses.

"This isn't murder gear, if you haven't forgotten I have a gathering to go to tonight and if my hands are fucked up then I'd look suspicious." He rolled his eyes and his face fell into an unfeeling mask. I almost skipped up to the door, way too happy to be able to beat the fuck out of this guy.

"What if the kid's mom is here?" Emmett asked before I knocked.

"She isn't she told us she works days and he works second shifts." Emmett nodded and I knocked four times on the door.

"We better hope they haven't already switched shifts seeing as you backtracked us an hour." I sniped at Emmett, he rolled his eyes.

We all stood in silence the guys flanking me in front of the door, as we composed ourselves so that our demeanor fit the situation. About five minutes after my initial knock, the door opened. There standing in the door way was a man, just a bit taller than me, with an even slimmer build than Edward.

"Hello." Edward and I have met Marcus about two times, both were years ago and I'm sure he wouldn't remember us. Making the job easier on everyone.

"May we come in?" I asked, he shook his head.

"Why don't you tell me who you all are?" I pushed past him and walked into the foyer, he had obviously made to grab me as when I turned around he was forced up against the ajar door. Emmett came and stood next to me.

"I suggest you watch your hands." Edward warned, moving his arm up to this guy's neck. I pushed my sunglasses into my hair and shook my head. Edward released him and the man hunched over, trying to catch his breath.

"Who the hell are you people?" he wheezed.

"You know your son, Jared?" I spun on him and glared. I took in his scruffy looking face and yellow teeth. His eyes were even yellow, his skin had a sickly sheen to it.

"That is not my son. He's my wife's kid." He spat in a disgusting tone, I was in front of him in less than a second.

"Oh well let's make sure we're talking about the same person." He straightened to his full height, obviously trying to intimidate me. "A few nights ago you did something to him, a bit like-" I pulled back and snapped my fist into his mouth. When I pulled my hand back there was blood on the glove and he hit the wall, cupping his mouth.

"Son of a bitch." I growled. "How could you do that to a child?" My anger was fueled as the image of his cut and swollen lip flitted through my mind.

He snorted, "You obviously don't have children." He smirked around his bloodied mouth. I smirked along with him before my smile dropped and I rested my hands on his shoulders, bringing my knee up into his crotch.

"I have four. I'm, obviously, just not a heartless, fuck-up, bastard." He was whimpering as he leaned over, holding his hopefully broken dick.

"Fucking bitch." He squealed, spitting out blood. A fist shot out and hit him in the jaw, knocking him to the floor.

"You're just really fucking stupid aren't you?" Edward asked, towering over him. "Men like you disgust me. Fucking punk." He kicked him in the stomach. "We heard about you roughing up your wife, too. I don't know if that was okay where you come from but that shit isn't alright here." He poised the heel of his foot over Marcus's played hand and lowered his shoe slowly.

"I should break your fucking hand." Marcus had curled in on himself, blood gushing from his mouth and his cheek quickly swelling. I turned to see Emmett resting in a nearby chair and he piped up. I put my hand on Edward's arm asking him to not get too carried away.

"Now, Marcus I would advise you to a) stop putting your hands on women and children. Find somebody your own size, punk. Real men don't feel the need to hit women or children. And B) if you want to stay out of jail you probably shouldn't even attempt to fight us over this in court. Because you will heal from this shit, you've fucked Jared up though." I shook my head. Marcus shook on the ground and cowered away from us like the bitch he was.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He asked from the ground, he spit blood towards me and Edward knocked him in the jaw once more.

"You disgust me." He spat. "We are thinking about having Victoria agree to sign over her parental rights to our brother."

"She loves that kid. She won't do that." He grunted, wiping at his mouth with his free hand. I glanced worriedly at my watch, this was taking longer than I thought. I hoped Ellie and Jared were keeping the younger ones calm.

Fuck… fuck… Fuck. I should be there right now.

"Well Jared isn't coming back here until either you're gone or… well that's it." Emmett said easily from his chair, he stood and walked towards the door.

"That kid, fucking shit up." My eyes met Edward's and he lifted an eyebrow at me, before jerking his leg. There was a disgusting snap and Marcus howled. Edward twisted his heal into Marcus's broken hand.

Once Edward let up on his hand, Marcus cradled it against his chest, tears now rapidly sliding down his cheeks. I wrapped my arm around Edward's and pulled him back.

"Some man you are." Edward said with a sneer.

"Tell Victoria she has a choice." I said to Marcus simply, "Let's go." I pulled Edward out the door, Emmett on our tails. He slammed the door shut and growled.

"That wasn't even fun. He just pissed me off." He grumbled, Edward grunted in agreement, shaking out his hand.

"Well at least we know Jared will be fine." I sighed, trailing my hand down Edwards arm and holding his hand. He winced as the leather came into contact with his

"Ah, fuck." Emmett abruptly turned and headed back to the house, when the door opened there was a girly scream and Emmett commanded Marcus to shut the fuck up. He returned about two minutes later carrying a small suitcase.

"Jared's things." He said lifting up the bag. "Or some of Jared's things. We'll buy him whatever else he needs later." I nodded and the three of us piled into Em's car.

"How about you take him to your place in about another week? You and Rose can drop by a couple of times and spend time with him. Give him some time to get to know you." I suggested.

"That'd be best." Emmett sighed, "What happens if Victoria does end up getting Jared back? Rose would be crushed." The lull in his voice told me Rose wouldn't be the only one. We had already spoken to Jared about staying with Emmett and Rose earlier I the week. Rose fell head over heels for the kid when she babysat him the other day and he liked her just as much. Emmett had apparently come over later that same day to meet Jared and liked the kid just as much as his wife though.

Jared was a little wary of Emmett, much like he still is with Edward. Even more so though, because of Em's gargantuan size. Jared liked his personality though, or so he says. He just needs a little more time to adapt. Apparently hotness had a lot to do with Jared's adapting to Rose, a factor that Emmett just didn't have in the younger boys eyes.

Emmett wasn't complaining though, he was too excited to be a parent enough already.

I stayed silent, not really knowing the answer. "That wouldn't happen." Edward assured him. We quickly arrived back home and I was shocked to see Alice's car already in the driveway.

Olivia darted out of the house and I quickly took off my gloves shoving them under the seat. I stepped out with a bright grin and caught her before she ran straight into the car, she giggled.

"Where'd you go?" She asked resting her chin on my shoulder.

"We… went… shopping." She pulled back with furrowed eyebrows.

"Where's the food?"

"Daddy got hungry on the ride back." Edward rolled his eyes at me but when she turned to look at him he patted his stomach nodding with a satisfied smile. I carried O into the house with the guys trailing behind, from the sound of it, they were discussing Jared. When I pushed open the door I was greeted by the sight of Bowie's naked ass as he ran up the steps. Edward groaned behind me.

"Belle, you are one lucky bitch." Alice called before Emmett closed the door. Edward turned to me with a lifted eyebrow and I shrugged. Alice stomped out of the family room with a garment bag. Knowing that she was here, long enough for Bowie to get naked, quelled a little bit of the anxiety I was starting to feel about the kids being here alone.

"What's this?"

"Alistair dropped off your dress at the Marriot. So I got it. You know, because I'm great." She handed it to me and kissed my cheek.

"Oh okay, I guess were just going to ignore the naked child running around." Edward said from behind me.

"Edward, Jasper is in Seth's room with your suit. You three will just get dressed here and then head out together."

"Three?" I lifted an eyebrow.

"Jazzy said it was some sort of initiation dinner, meet and greet type of thing so Alistair will be introducing you-" She pointed to me and then moved her finger to Edward. "to you and Ty, officially. Bella, Jazzy is taking you."

"Why do you know more about this than I do?"

"I have nothing better to do than snoop and keep Bowie clothed and fed." I pursed my lips and the shrugged because hell if it wasn't true.

"This is ironic because I'm pretty sure he just streaked through my house." Edward said heading up the stairs. "But we aren't acknowledging that so…" Emmett snickered behind me and they both disappeared upstairs.

"So… Is this guy expecting you to sleep with him?" I groaned and turned to her.

"No, I told him I won't be sleeping with him. Why does everyone assume it's all about sex?"

"Because he picked up off of the street, he's giving you nice shit and taking you to parties. I think you've got a Sugar Daddy." I smirked and smacked her arm. "Whatever. Don't believe me, but trust. His only goal, aside from these parties is getting into your pants." I rolled my eyes and she shrugged. "Okay well let's force you into this little number and then you'll see." She shoved me into the hall bathroom and I undressed quickly, unzipping the garment bag.

"The fuck?" The dress didn't even take up half of the short garment bag and I was almost positive it wouldn't fit over my thighs. I cracked the door and peeked out at Alice.

"I can't wear this." She smirked at me and I shut the door, glaring at the dress once more. It was a tiny, strapless, fiery red number. There were two cut outs on the left side of the dress. The little thing was incredibly fitted and though nothing was puffing out over the edges of it, I definitely wasn't comfortable.

"Do you need help stuffing?"

"Dirty whore. I won't have to stuff anything in." I growled. I stared at the dress with determination before pulling it from the hanger and stepping into it. I sucked in everything and pulled the material up into a half suitable place. My breasts were fucking popping out of the tops, not in a whorish way but in a one-wrong-slip-see-a-nip kind of way. The bottom of the dress just covered my ass.

So I guess it was in a whore-ish type of way

"I thought I was supposed to be a fucking trophy wife. What the hell is this?" There was a shoe box at the bottom of the garment bag and I reached into it, pulling out black, strappy, sky high Louis Vuitton's. I laughed loudly and tossed it to the side.

Fuck that.

I cracked open the door once more, making sure it was a childless, brotherless, and Jasperless environment. Once I was sure it was I stepped out, tugging at the bottom of my dress.

Alice's eyes were closed. "If you aren't wearing the shoes when I open my eyes, I'm going to take you out." I rolled my eyes and snatched the death traps from the bathroom before slipping them on. Once I was sure they were secure and that I wasn't going to kill myself I turned to face Alice… and Bowie.

Alice appraised me with a delighted eye and so did a, thankfully fully clothed, Bowie.

He whistled, "Dang, Aunt Bella. Go girl. I see you." I pointed up stairs and Alice rolled her eyes as he took off. She stepped up and ordered me to close my eyes and pucker my lips. When I opened my eyes I gasped. First of all, there was a mirror about two inches from my face and second of all, Jared, Ellie and Seth were all gaping at me from the bottom of the steps.

"Mom, I can pick up a job if we're struggling." Seth squeaked, I frowned at him and Ellie smacked the back of his head.

"Wow, Mrs. Masen…" Jared murmured and blatantly checked me out. Ellie turned to him with a bitch brow fully intact.

"That's what I said!" Bowie screamed from the top of the stairs. "Mommy you did good." Bowie tilted his head a little and I yanked the dress down a bit more.

"This isn't a showcase. All of you, leave." Everyone but Alice vacated the room and I fidgeted with the bottom of the dress.

"Can I take this off now?" She shook her head.

"You have to leave in an hour, and you better get used to it, because there is going to be a lot of people at this 'party'." She raised an eyebrow as I pouted.

"I look ridiculous."

"Take it up with Alistair." I grimaced at her and there was a loud, theatrical gasp from the top of the stairs.

"Isabella! Have you no morals?" I flipped Jasper off, without turning. Emmett soon came around the corner stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of me.

"Eww."

"Eh, fuck you." I said easily, albeit nervously fiddling with the dresses hem.

"Edward, come check out your wife!" Jasper said his eyes glued to my form.

"This is ridiculous." I reached for the doorknob and Alice was there in a flash, blocking me from going back in.

"He's seen you in a lot less, hun."

"How do you know?" Emmett covered his ears.

"You have children."

"That means nothing." I argued. "I look like a whore."

"You look hot."

"Yeah, 'I have herpes' hot."

"Does herpes burn?"

"Maybe that's gonorrhea?"

"I think it is."

"Yeah, that sounds more like it." I pushed her. "Now let me by." I pushed her little pixie ass again and she didn't budge.

Jasper tsk'ed from the steps. "Bella, I am so disappointed in you. You know what you need? A sheet. To cover all that up, too much of your business Is showin' honey."

I frowned looking down at it. "Is it really that bad?"

"Hell no. You look hot…. I mean, I'd rail you." Alice glared over my head and started moving towards Jasper. "If I weren't married that is, my friend. I'm just saying Alistair is one lucky bastard for the night." He winked and made a thrusting gesture. Emmett growled and smacked the back of Jazz's head.

"I'm not going to fucking sleep with him! What's wrong with you people?"

"I'm just saying; wine the bitch, dine the bitch, fuck the bitch, duck on the bitch. You can't just wine and dine. Ask Alice."

"Jasper…" I growled reaching down to take off my shoe, he laughed and darted up the steps.

Alice nodded though, "It is true." I sent her an incredulous look. "Ha, but then I married him, so you can't judge me." Her tone made me half expect a Nah-na-nah-nah boo boo, at the end.

"Couldn't duck soon enough." He called from the upstairs hallway.

Emmett stood at the bottom of the stairs looking sick. "What the hell is going on?" He asked in a strained voice and looked at me, "I'm going to make sure your kids aren't out somewhere earning lawsuits." With that he disappeared, the same way the kids did. I growled at Alice who moved back to protect the bathroom door again and headed up the steps.

"Do not fuck up my work." She ordered, I waved her off and went into my bedroom. Edward sat at the end of the bed fiddling with his cufflink, I sighed and sat next to him, correctly putting on the link. He watched my fingers but obviously didn't retain anything because he held out his other wrist with a sheepish grin.

"They really aren't that hard." I smiled, deftly doing the other link up.

"You're fingers are much smaller than mine." His eyes left mine and trailed down my body. "Jesus… Are you trying to kill me?" He asked shifting his hips a bit, I smiled. He cupped my neck his thumb stroking my jaw as he brought his lips down on mine. His hand immediately went to my thigh and I too shifted, pushing his hand up.

There was a loud bang on the door.

"Not this again." Edward groaned, I laughed and kissed him.

Alice knocked again. "I know what you're doing and it needs to stop." I stood and Edward gasped.

"We aren't doing anything." I walked to the door and as I went to open it Edwards hand slammed it closed and he pushed me over slightly, causing me to brace myself on the wall. All of a sudden there was an onslaught of cold air on my ass and an accompanying light smack. He pushed the hair off of my neck with one hand and used the other to hold me steady as he ground himself against my bare ass.

"Oh… Edward." I rolled my hips back into his and there was another thump on the door.

"Let's go, Jazz needs to be picking you up from the Marriot now!" The grinding stopped and all of a sudden I was spun around looking into Edwards eyes.

"You're going to the party like this?"

"Did you think this was my new lounge wear?" I smirked and he growled.

"You need to change."

"I have to wear this, Edward. Trust me, I don't want to wear this just as much as you don't want me to." He pulled the cups of the dress up a little bit and shook his head as I straightened up the bottom of it.

"Fine, but I get to fuck you tonight, in that. Tired or not." I nodded and bit my lip. He pressed his hand into the small of my back and pulled my closer, wrapping his arms around me tightly. "Be safe with this guy, he obviously wants more than what he's putting on."

"Don't they all?" I said cockily. I drew back and cupped his face in my hands, kissing him lightly.

I wiped the lipstick from his mouth and sighed. "I. Will. Be. Fine." He nodded and this time let me open the door.

"Let's do this."

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