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Terms:

Capo: a minor leader within a Mafia family, chief of a crew. Also referred to as a captain, skipper or lieutenant.

Omertá: The code of silence you have to swear when you join the Family.

Rat: A member who violates the Omertá.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

BPOV

I woke up to the feeling of something hard poking against my backside. The grogginess didn't leave me, so I tried to go back to sleep, but the warmth surrounding my body didn't allow me to return to dreamland. I tried to shift, but the arm around my waist tightened, preventing any further attempts on my part to sit up. I felt Edward's warm breath on my neck and immediately knew what was poking me from behind. He rubbed himself against me and moaned softly. I stiffened knowing he must have been dreaming about sex.

The hand he had resting on my stomach was making small circles on the skin under my shirt, causing me to tingle all over. I didn't need to deal with this now. We hadn't been intimate since the accident, but not the lack of trying on my part. Edward said he wasn't convinced I was well enough for that yet. I knew he was sexually frustrated, but he wouldn't allow me to give him a blowjob or hand job either. He was so overly cautious; insisting that we didn't need to cause possible complications to my ribs, even if that activity could be considered minor. I had insisted I was healing fine, but he was still worried about me. My ribs still had another two weeks of recuperating to do, but I was feeling much better compared to the week before.

Edward continued to rub his erection on my ass, eliciting small moans as he did. I was getting extremely worked up; however, the sad part about all this was we couldn't do anything about it. Well technically we could, but he chose not to. I slowly lifted his arm from my waist and slowly raised myself from the bed. Judging from the silence of the surroundings, I knew it was still early morning. When I moved, so did he. Edward was now lying on his back, his arms splayed wide across the bed, and he was now sporting an enormous morning wood. He was still dead to the world. He was still moaning as he slid his hand down his boxers and grasped his shaft. This motion made him moan even more, and watching him do all this while sleeping was wildly erotic. This sex dream he was having better be about me. I quickly decided to help him get off. This was my chance to play with him since he was asleep. He wouldn't be able to protest and give me shit if he wasn't conscious to know what was actually happening. I wanted to do this for a week now but he kept on insisting that he was fine. He said he wanted to wait for when I was given the okay and ready for rigorous activities.

I moved to the middle of the bed and directly between his legs. This position left me sitting on my ankles, and I tried to make myself comfortable for what I was about to do. It was a good thing I wasn't wearing the sling on my arm anymore, or this would have been difficult. The boxers were doing nothing to hide his arousal. His hand was still rubbing his cock, so I waited until his hand freed his raging erection to pull his boxers down his thighs without the possibility of waking him up.

The boxers were quickly disposed, and I wasted no time in grabbing his massive erection. I used the pre-cum pooling at the tip for lubrication and started to rub him from the base to tip over and over again, adding a little squeeze in between the tugging. Edward involuntarily bucked his hips as if asking for more friction. I couldn't help the smile that escaped my lips. He was loving this!

As I sped up my movement, his moans got louder. His hands were now gripping the sheets, his lips slightly open in ecstasy. I couldn't help the fact that I was getting extremely turned-on by all this. I could feel my own arousal peak, and my panties were now soaked. I wish I could bend over to take him in my mouth, but I knew that it wasn't possible. Yeah, Edward was right. I was in no condition for the activities I desired. This would have been easier if he was standing up while I gave him head.

I lifted his balls and held them against his penis, and massaged them both rigorously in circles. I squeezed and pulled at the sensitive skin, while my wrist worked to bring him to his pleasure.

"Shit," he hissed loudly. I panicked and peeked at him to check whether he was awake or not. Fortunately, he was still asleep. I sighed in relief. "Ungh." It was obvious he was enjoying this. The pre-cum continued leaking from the tip, and I knew he was nearing his orgasm. His body began to tremble as a small, light sheen of sweat laced his body.

"Bella…," he whispered. It's a damn good thing he said my name or else it would've been his balls. His mouth parted slightly and his brow furrowed as he began to pant in small short, quick breaths. His hips were slightly bucking and grinding as I continued to run my hand rhythmically down his length. I was enjoying watching his reactions. He reminded me of a teenage boy getting his first hand job.

He wasn't holding anything back, completely losing control, and I was thrilled to watch him do it. His stomach muscles tightened and his face contorted, as he began whimpering like a wounded dog. My body shook slightly with laughter. I tightened my lips stifling the laugh, trying my best not to wake him. His head began to move from side to side, moaning. He let out a low "fuck" and stiffened. His pelvis had thrust up as he shot a motherfucking load of cum in the air. I leaned back as quick as I could to avoid it. I pressed his penis upward as he emptied his balls all over his stomach and my hand. I sighed in relief that none of it got on my chest or hair. I drew out his orgasm by rubbing his penis and balls until he was limp.

As I slowly made my attempt to get off the bed, his hand snaked around my wrist and he hissed, "What the hell was that?"

I stiffened. He was awake and aware of what just happened. I knew he would be angry about this. Damn, he should be thanking me for getting him off, not getting angry with me. His hold didn't loosen as he sat up. He was naked as the day he was born; his massive limp cock exposed.

I fluttered my eye flirtatiously and pouted my lips. I didn't want to argue this early in the morning. He slowly scooted backwards, pulling me with him. When his back was leaning on the headboard, he pulled me up to straddle him. All the cum still on his stomach and my hand.

"Fuck, babygirl, you're so damn stubborn!" he hissed. "I told you not to do that. You could've gotten hurt! Shit!" He made a quick inspection of my ribs and arms. He sighed in relief; satisfied I was unharmed.

"You fucking sure you didn't get hurt by jerking me off?"

I nodded my head. He just stared at me for a moment before pulling me for a long deep kiss. I wanted to get closer to him, so I wiped my hands on the covers and snaked my hands around his neck. I returned his ardent kisses like there was no tomorrow. The non-sex these past 2 weeks were more frustrating than the 3 whole years I was celibate.

We made-out and only separated when there was the need for air. Eventually, Edward stopped us from going further. "Baby, we have to stop now." I pouted, pissed that he cock-blocked me, yet again. Its not like we would be having sex, but some kind of friction wouldn't hurt me.

He rested his forehead on mine and I sighed. I knew he was right, but I was just so horny. He looked relieved that I relented on his request. This was what I meant by his refusal to gratify both of us. I was giving him a frown, showing him how displeased I was with his request. He arched his brow in question and I answered it with one of mine.

Suddenly, I felt his hand slide down the front of my shorts. I gasped in surprise. Was he doing what I think he was doing? Please God! His fingers slowly pushed aside the fabric of both the shorts and panties as he slowly touched my lower lips with his middle finger.

"You're wet," he murmured against my chest. He was grinning, and I wanted to slap the smile right off his face. As if he needed confirmation of my arousal. He always knew I was hot for him.

He removed his finger only to slide his hands to the top of my shorts and panties and began tugging them down my hips. I realized what he was doing and helped him by standing up to completely remove the last scrap of clothing separating us. Although, the only penetration being done this morning would be by his fingers, that I was sure of. I was happy to be getting even just that.

I returned to my position on top of him, and he wasted no time to start fucking me with his fingers. In, out…in, out… over and over again. Fingers curling, he brought me over the edge. I was spent, and my juices were slowly dripping down his now hardened cock all the way down to his balls. The room reeked of sex and it was not helping with our situation. Although I felt much better from his magical fingers, they were still nothing compared to his cock.

I stared at him and he smiled. "Good?" he asked with a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, but I still prefer this…" holding his shaft in my hand "…over your fingers. I can't wait for you to be inside me again." I whispered in his ear. He hissed and pulled my head down for another kiss. We continued kissing for a couple of minutes before we sat there just staring at each other and giving loving touches.

I inspected his left eye and ran my hand over the yellowing bruise, which I had inflicted over a week ago on the morning after our reunion. After I got over the initial shock of his return, and drawing comfort from his warm embrace, I was furious when I woke up. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the fist of my good hand shortly before it hit his eye. It fucking hurt like hell, but it was worth it. He was an ass for not coming back to me, and I needed to make sure he knew it. Edward, however, brushed it off. I think he must have felt a little guilty, so he didn't give me shit about giving him a black eye.

We were still in Seattle and had celebrated Thanksgiving with Emmett and Rose a couple of days ago. The animosity between my brother and Edward continued to escalate. Emmett was still so fucking pissed at Edward, who was not also making it easy for my brother to forgive him by being his usual cocky self. Edward wasn't keen on Emmett's quick dismissal of Jake as the person responsible for the accident. That was just another reason for the tension between the two of them to build. Emmett was a loyal friend and couldn't believe Jake would do anything to hurt me. I made them both promise to behave themselves so we could have a nice Thanksgiving together, but the tension had been thick in the air. They both refused to speak to each other, so Rose and I tried to fill the silence, but it was hard when there were only four of you at the table.

Edward was determined to find out who was responsible for the car accident that he didn't want to go home knowing there was no progress in figuring out who did this to me. He was furious that it was taking so long to get information during the interrogation of Jacob's employees. They finally got a little break a couple of days ago. One of Jake's mechanics went missing.

Sam and Paul were looking for this guy, Joe, who conveniently went missing right after my accident, making everyone suspicious of him. Last we knew, both of them thought they figured out where he was hiding out, but we had to wait for confirmation.

It was upsetting that I was having difficulty remembering the details of the accident. It was frustrating knowing that something happened to me and I couldn't remember all of it. The bruises and cuts were evidence, but the memories were scattered in my brain like little pieces of a jigsaw puzzle for me to put together in order for it all to make sense.

Alice had returned to Chicago to celebrate Thanksgiving with Jasper. They had called the night before to inform us that business there was slow, so there was no need for Edward to come home right away.

I sat on Edward's lap as he nuzzled my neck. I could feel Edward's erection against my thigh, making me want nothing more than to take him deep inside me. He held my hips still in an effort to keep from hurting me. I insisted that the pain was more bearable now than it had been a week before, but he didn't care.

We finally got up to take a shower together, taking our time to gently lather and rinse each other's body. When we were getting dressed, he pursued a topic I had been trying to avoid for days.

"Baby, so have you given any thought to my suggestion?" he asked tentatively. I looked at him frowning. His eyes were pleading with me, and I couldn't remain irritated at him while he was making that face.

"Okay," I responded but cut him off when he started to get excited. "But you have to promise me you'll use it only when it's really important." The grin that had spread across his face quickly faded.

"But"-he started to say but abruptly stopped when he saw my scowl. I arched my brow in challenge and he immediately knew he wouldn't win this argument.

"Mase, I know you," I stated. "You would make an excuse to use it anytime you couldn't find me…however small that excuse will be…you would still use it. So you better promise me, or else I won't do it!"

"Fuck!" he roared. "You couldn't possibly expect me not to!" His reasoning was what caused me to hesitate in the first place. I knew him well, so I knew there was a high possibility of this happening. He pulled me to him, but I brushed his hand off me.

The frown on my forehead deepened and he saw it. He scratched his head before finally agreeing. "Goddammit babygirl, you're making me promise things I would have a hard time keeping!"

I just stood there further making my point by crossing my arms across my chest. "Take it or leave it." He saw the determination in my eyes and finally relented.

"Okay, okay. But it is also within my discretion when, or if a situation calls for its use," he muttered.

Edward and the whole Cullen Family had implanted tracking devices within their bodies. Since he said I was a Cullen now, I was expected to allow them to put a stupid electronic device inside me as well. At first I was so disgusted that I wouldn't listen to anything past 'tracking device' but Edward was determined, so when he put his mind to something, he would most likely get what he wanted.

"Okay, we'll get it done when we get back to Chicago." I agreed. He already explained that there was a doctor there that did all of their implantations. I didn't know if it was legal or not, but was assured that it was safe and had no side effects. Edward got his when he was a teenager, and Jasper was the most recent one to get his. Nobody complained because it was a good way for them to find a missing family member should something happen.

He gave me his signature smile, and I sighed. This was the way it was between us. He always charmed me into going along with his plans. Lucky for me, I learned from the best because I did the same thing to him every time I got the opportunity. I slowly walked towards my dresser to fish out some skinny jeans and a blouse.

When we were dressed and ready for the day, we headed down to have our breakfast. I was glad Emmett left early because I wasn't looking forward to another pissing contest between the two of them. Rose had joined us midway through our meal, telling Edward she was going to take me on a shopping spree. However, neither of us took what she said seriously. She was swamped with work at the hotel getting ready for the holidays. She had informed me that we were already almost completely booked through the end of the year. I was happy she was building confidence by running SOH without me.

After breakfast, she left for the hotel while Edward and I planned on spending the entire day together. We decided to go to our shooting range, and then have a lunch date after.

We were just getting ready to leave for the range when there was a commotion downstairs. The noise was so loud we heard it all the way in my room. Someone knocked, and I knew immediately that something was horribly wrong.

Amun was standing there. "Bella, something happened. Come," he said to me before shifting his gaze over my shoulder to my husband. Edward always had this presence that made everyone around him wary of him.

Amun led us down the staircase to the back patio. From where we were standing we could see a couple of our men huddled over something sprawled out in the garden. I quickly made my way to them knowing what it was even before I reached it. I was about to push through my men when I felt Edward pull me back. His hold was strong and I had no choice but to allow him to go ahead of me. He pushed the men aside and stopped at the dead man's foot. Rigor mortis had already begun setting in; a clear indication that he had been dead for a couple of hours. Judging from his appearance, he was Hispanic and in his early thirties. I didn't recognize him, but had a sneaky feeling that we should. Upon closer inspection, I noticed his skin had a reddish tint to it. That was odd. How did that happen? The biggest shock of all was the note that was stuck to his chest with a knife.

Edward grabbed the bloody paper and read it. He growled in anger as he gripped it tight in his fist. I snatched it from him before he destroyed it. My anger escalated when I read the message.

A warning. This could happen to you, Bella.

I could feel Edward's fury as he paced around yelling profanities. He was in his 'Big Boss' mode and had started barking orders at our people. Amun was beside us, since he was the head of security responsible at this mansion, updating me on what they knew so far. I saw Benjamin on the phone and heard him say Emmett's name so I was sure he was informing Em of what happened.

Benjamin was responsible for all the electronic gadgets we needed in our unit. He was an electronic whiz, and we were lucky to have him in our Family. Aside from manning the security cameras, my father had put him second in command to Amun. As far as I knew, Emmett hadn't changed that. Benjamin didn't look older than 20, but he was more adept in fighting than any older capos I knew. He had been with us since he was ten years old.

Amun and Benjamin were the ones in charge of keeping our mansion safe from attack. The mansion wasn't penetrable. We had security cameras everywhere, so how was it possible no one saw who dumped this body here? It should have been caught on the cameras. This had to have been done by someone who knew the grounds. Shit! That meant somebody amongst our trusted people had been ratting us out, or worse someone within our inner circle did this. I just hoped that nobody violated the Omertá.

Benjamin had returned and informed me that nothing had been caught on camera. There was no evidence in the videos of anything related to this body being here.

Holy shit! That could only mean one thing. I had to check it out for myself.

I pushed past Benjamin and walked towards the big monkey tree to the northern part of the garden. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I thought it would explode. I had a sneaky feeling this was how the dead body was brought here without anybody noticing.

I walked over the secluded area of the garden where the tree was standing. I walked around it and found what I was looking for. There nestled next to a big trunk was a space big enough for a door to open. You would never find it if you didn't know it was there. Under all the Jasmine vines covering the entire wall was a concealed door. I had used it many times during my teenage years. I squeezed my way between the tree and the door and saw evidence showing it had been used recently. The clearing on the floor said as much. There should have been leaves covering the area, but they had all been brushed out of the way. I stepped back to inform Amun what I had discovered. Just when I squeezed my way out again, I heard somebody yell. Edward.

"Bella, fuck, get away from there!" he shouted, just as he reached out and pulled me close to him. "You shouldn't be over there!"

"Mase, this is our house so I'm familiar with this area," I informed him irritatingly. He was being the usual Caveward again. Everything was happening so fast that there was little time to process it all. I knew he was concerned for my well-being, especially now there was an obvious threat. Dammit, we have yet to figure out who was responsible for my accident.

Just as I was thinking about everything that had happened, something clicked. There were only four people who knew about this entrance and one of them was dead, which meant there are only three left.

Why didn't you just die? You should have been dead, you bitch! Why didn't you just have been smashed together with that fucking car? I hate you!

I remembered and my heart leaped from my chest. Oh my god!

Edward saw me stiffened, and he walked over to me. I grabbed his hand because we needed to leave immediately.

"Bella," he asked, his face showing concern. "What the fuck is it?"

"Mase, I know who did this."

A/N:

The idea of the 'tracking device' was from a TV show I had seen. But for the life of me, I can't remember what's the name of that show. :(

To missemmett, I borrowed your idea on that shooting range - though it was short (two words to be exact) but I just wanted to tell you you were the one I was thinking when I wrote that. =D

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