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Chapter 21

Bee

I sit in my living room listening to Rose and Jessica go on and on about Valentine's Day. It's next week, and they're trying to decide who they want to spend their time with.

Alice texted me saying she's coming up this weekend to surprise Jasper with hot weekend sex. I'm excited to see her. I like Rose, but she's a package deal with Jessica, and Jessica is fucking annoying.

"Who are you going to spend Valentine's Day with, Bee? I mean now that Al is over you, it's like he's scared shitless or something," Jessica says, looking at her fake nails.

"I don't have any plans yet," I say truthfully, not having divulged the fact that I have a boyfriend, or actually a fiancé, to anyone outside of the family.

Although, he won't be my fiancé until he asks me to marry him. I'll be damned if I marry him just because our fathers arranged it.

I smile to myself, shocked I'm even considering marriage since just a few weeks ago, I'd rather slit his throat than be tied to him forever.

"That will not do...you're hanging with us, and we're going to get three of the hottest guys and go out," Rose says, excitedly.

Before I can say anything, I feel his presence, and then I hear his smooth voice. "She's not fucking available," he says, his voice almost deadly.

All movement seems to stop, and the room is silent. I turn to find Edward standing there in a suit that fits him like a glove.

God, he's so fucking hot, I can't even be mad at his cocksucker behavior.

"Hi," I say, turning around from my seat on the sofa.

He walks over to me, and I can't help but to eye him up and down. When he reaches me, he doesn't say a word. Instead, he wraps his hand around my neck and possessively claims my mouth with his.

I forget that I have company and lose myself in the kiss, moaning loudly.

He breaks away and pulls back to stare into my eyes. "I missed you."

"Really? How much?" I ask, grinning.

"Get rid of your friends, and I'll show you how fucking much," he says, licking his lips.

"I'm sorry, who is this?" Rose asks.

He stands and turns to face them. Jessica is staring, dumbfounded, with her mouth wide open.

"I'm Bee's boyfriend, Edward, and you are?" he asks her smoothly.

Rose looks from Edward to me. "Boyfriend? You haven't mentioned a boyfriend, and I see you every day at school."

"She hasn't? I'm hurt, Princess," he says, sitting beside me and pulling me to him.

I shrug, nonchalantly. "It hasn't come up, cocksucker."

"Oh I'm going to spank you for that," he whispers in my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"Promises, promises," I say, smiling at him. "This is Rose, and that over there with her mouth open is her friend, Jessica," I tell him, eyeing the way Jessica is looking at my fucking man.

He's mine, and if that bitch doesn't' stop looking, I'm going to show her exactly who the fuck I am. I've been too fucking nice to her since I've been friends with Rose, but I will fuck her up.

"Ladies, it's nice to meet you. I've come to steal my girlfriend away if you don't mind," Edward says smoothly.

"Wait, when did this happen? You didn't tell me about a guy," Rose says, looking a little hurt.

I admit I'm close to Rose, about as close as I've allowed myself to be to someone other than Alice. But I don't share secrets with her, it's not like she knows who my father is, but I'm sure she has heard the name Swanatori a time or two in the news.

"It's new, besides I'm still not sure if I'm keeping him around," I say, smirking at Edward.

"She's fucking lying. She's keeping me around for my wicked pissa skills in bed," Edward says, gripping my thigh.

I watch as Jessica's mouth widens, and drool slides down her chin from his accent.

"Jessica! Pull yourself together. I really don't feel like burying your body today," I joke, but not really. That bitch will be dead, and Edward will help me get rid of her because that's his expertise, not mine.

Rose laughs at her friend, shaking her head as she stands. "Well, let me get her out of here, she obviously can't take all the hotness. I want fucking deets later."

"Maybe tomorrow, she'll be busy later," Edward says before pressing his lips to my neck.

They leave with Rose dragging a gaping Jessica out of the room. The entire scene is a little comical.

"I think you have an admirer," I tell him as I crane my neck to give him more room.

"Oh yeah, you're the only admirer I want or fucking need," he growls against my neck, pushing me down onto the couch.

I turn onto my back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

God, his fucking mouth is divine. I love his mouth, and his cock, I love everything about him-

My body freezes for a moment as the realization of that thought hits me. Edward notices, stopping his attention on my neck to pull back and stare into my eyes.

"You okay?" he asks.

"I'm fine," I lie, fear running through me for the first time since I was a little girl.

"Are you pissed about Valentine's Day, because I thought we should go out to dinner and shit," he says nervously, sitting up.

I giggle at him; yes, apparently he makes me giggle all the fucking time.

"Dinner? Is this an attempt at candy and flowers?" I ask, straddling his lap.

"It's an attempt at showing my girlfriend what she means to me on a fucking made up holiday," he says, giving me a grin.

"What does she mean to you?" I ask, my voice shaking.

He grips me by the nape, his green eyes so intense as he stares at me. My heart skips a beat at the intensity of his gaze. "Every fucking thing. You mean everything to me."

His lips are demanding as he attacks my mouth, our tongues sliding against each other as if they are making love.

The feeling I've tried to ignore for so long takes over my entire being, and I know it's true in both my heart and my head.

I'm in love with Edward Killa Masen.

Fuck my life.

~~KB~~

"Are you sure about this?" I ask Alice for the hundredth time.

We're in the back of one of my dad's SUVs in front of the club, Ecstasy, that Edward co-owns with his cousins.

Apparently, it's one of their main hangouts. The only problem is Alice is surprising Jasper, and I have a bad feeling about this.

I'm also scared I may find Killa with some bimbo, and then I'll have to kill them. It'll be a tragic thing, but my love doesn't come fucking easy. So now, I'm trying to convince Alice not to surprise Jasper just so I won't kill the man I love.

"Yes, I'm sure! He's going to love it. Now Killa told you he would be here all night, right?" She turns away from the handheld mirror she's staring into.

"Yes, and that he'll text me later," I tell her, not giving out the other information in the text.

How he couldn't wait to have me naked in his bed, with his face buried in my pussy. Yeah, that information is not for the public.

"Good, then let's go. I'm ready to see Jazz. It's been weeks since I've had sex and I'm going to devour him," she says, opening the door to the cold Boston winter.

My new driver Kebi, a six-foot-tall Hawaiian woman, steps out of the car to lead us to the club.

I've rarely seen women bodyguards, but apparently, we all have new ones. Mom has two, and Esme seems to have two as well. I was given a woman driver only, and that was after Killa asked if I wanted to move in with him until the Miami/Eleazar situation was handled.

We rush to the front doors, passing the long line. The bouncer tries to stop us until Kebi grabs his arm.

"They're with Killa Masen and he won't be happy if you touch her," she says, nodding to me.

He moves aside allowing us entry, and I nod back at her, liking her authority with the guard.

Alice and I check our coats and weave through the crowded club. I'm gripping the clutch purse in my hand in case I have to bring out my gun.

I spot Edward's brother in the VIP section with some skank on him, holding a bottle of champagne. My eyes sweep over the area looking for Edward, fear and trepidation running through me. I've never been in love before and to give him so much power scares the shit out of me.

My eyes find him, he's sitting in the middle of the chaos seemingly bored and typing on his phone as the blond guy next to him continues to ramble. I feel my own phone buzz not seconds later as he stares at his, waiting on a response. The smile on my face is wide. I knew he wouldn't betray me, but seeing it with my own eyes puts an end to the fear that I've given him too much trust.

Trust doesn't come easy for me, and ever since I've allowed him entry to the secret parts of me, I've been afraid.

Afraid of losing him.

Afraid of being hurt by him.

Afraid of loving him.

"That motherfucker!" I hear Alice yell as she marches to the VIP area.

Jasper is half drunk and in a heated lip-lock with some hoe who is straddling his lap. I follow Alice, pissed the fuck off at his stupid ass.

Edward stands when he sees us, just as Alice pushes the girl off Jasper.

"You son of a bitch!" she screeches.

"Baby, I can explain!" a drunk Jasper pleads with her.

"Save it! And to think I turned down Alfonso last week!" she yells.

I'm pretty sure she turned down Alfonso after a heavy make-out session, stating that Jasper was her one true love and she couldn't betray him by having sex with someone else.

She goes to storm off, but Jasper grabs her by the arm hard, pulling her toward him.

"Who the fuck is Alfonso?" he yells in her face.

"Can you two take this to the fucking office?" Killa says, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"No, I don't have shit to say to him. Let's go, Bee," Alice says, trying to snatch her hand from Jasper.

"Man, y'all are seriously fucking with my buzz!" Emmett says before taking a gulp from the champagne bottle in his hand.

Jasper pulls Alice toward him, causing her to stumble. That simple act pisses me the fuck off, and I step out of Killa's hold.

"Let her fucking go, now," I say, glaring at his ass.

"I'm not fucking scared of you, Bee-" I sucker punch him, causing him to fall back on the chair he just got up from, breaking it.

"Bee!" Alice yells, falling to the floor to check after him.

I shake my head, tired of their shit. First, she was mad, and now she cares about his ass.

Killa takes hold of me, leading me away from the lovebirds. Jasper is cradling his eye that is bruising; he's going to have a huge black eye in the morning. Oh well, he shouldn't have said he wasn't scared of me, and he should've let her go when I told him to.

Killa pulls me to the back of the club, where he takes me into an office.

"That was wicked hot," he says before pressing me into the door and kissing me stupid.

I let out a moan, grabbing his hair and deepening our kiss.

"Just be glad it wasn't you with a girl on his fucking lap," I say as he nips at my neck.

He pulls back, looking at me with an intensity in his eyes I've never seen before. "I don't want anyone else, just you Isabella Swanatori, just you."

The loud bang on the door breaks our connection, and he steps away from me. "What!" he yells.

"Bee! You fucked up Jazz's pretty face; get your ass out here, now." Alice loud voice is heard on the other side of the door.

Killa opens it and comes face to face with Alice and a bruised Jasper. His eye is swollen shut and is turning a very nasty purple color.

We take one look at him and burst out laughing.

"That's what he gets for saying he's not scared of me when I tell him to let you go, I mean that shit," I tell her.

"Now I know why Killa was pushing hoes off him all night. You're fucking deadly," Jasper says, pulling Alice into the room.

"Fuck you, I wear the pants in this relationship," Killa says seriously.

"Keep telling yourself that, cocksucker," I tease him, slapping his face lightly.

"Oh, the party's in here!" Emmett yells as he and the blonde guy who was talking to Killa earlier enters the room.

"I finally get to meet the woman who has Killa wrapped around her finger," the blond guy says, holding out his hand to me.

"Fuck you. Bee, this is my cousin, James, Eleazar's son," he says, throwing out that last piece of information.

I don't know if it's because he doesn't think we can trust him or not, but Killa doesn't do anything without a reason.

"Nice to meet you." I give him a firm handshake watching as his eyes go wide with pain.

Most guys expect a girly shake from me, but that shit is not happening. I like for people to know I'm not to be fucked with as soon as I meet them.

"Damn, Bumblebee, you've got one helluva right hook." He comes over, trying to hug me, but I block him by throwing up my elbow.

"I don't hug," I tell him.

I hug, but I don't fucking know him well enough to give out hugs.

"We're family! You're marrying my brother," he says, taking a seat on the plush leather couch in the office next to Jasper and Alice.

"That is still up for debate. I may not marry him," I say, knowing that my fate has been sealed with Killa's.

"Oh, you're marrying me, baby," Killa whispers in my ear.

I turn to look into his eyes. "I'm not marrying someone that my dad arranged for me to marry," I tell him honestly.

"We both know I'm way more than that," he says, rubbing his finger down my cheek.

I give him a sultry smile, "Then you know what you need to do." My voice is deep and breathy.

I'm sure I'll marry Killa. Hell, I'll marry him tomorrow, but he has to ask me himself first.

Killa

After a crazy ass weekend of trying to avoid a fighting Alice and Jasper, and spending time with my fucking girl, I enter the Swanatori's house on Valentine's Day dressed in a Bee original suit and holding a bouquet of roses.

I was shocked when I got home to find the suit hanging on my closet door with a note on it from Bee.

It fits me fucking perfectly, and every time I see the little 'bumblebee' on the sleeve as her brand, it brings a fucking smile to my face.

"Killa," Kebi greets me from her seat in front of the door.

I give her a head nod. "What's doin? I appreciate you leaving your other job to watch Bee's back," I tell the older woman.

"It was boring work protecting the Mayor's wife, and when Killa Masen calls, you come," she says, flipping through the magazine she's reading. "Besides, guarding Bee is way more interesting."

"Don't I know it." I laugh as I look up to find my girl coming down the stairs.

She's fucking breathtaking in her tight dress that's the same blue as the shirt she left me and the trim of my suit. She's holding a gift bag, and I smirk at her, not believing she got me a gift.

Once she's in front of me, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. My lips are desperate against hers as I try not to drop the fucking flowers.

"Hi," she says breathlessly.

"You look beautiful," I whisper against her lips, unable to take my eyes off her.

Her smile is spectacular before she shyly looks down at the flowers hanging loosely in my hands.

"Roses? Really? Wow, Killa, don't tell me this is your attempt at romance. And here I thought we would bury a body tonight," she whispers the last part for my ears only.

"The night's still young, baby," I tell her, winking at her.

~K&B~

We sit in the empty restaurant drinking our wine and waiting for our main course to arrive.

"I can't believe you did this for me!" she says, looking around wide-eyed at the empty place.

"I'll do anything for you," I say, meaning every word.

She's quiet, and for what may be the second time, I see Bee Swanatori blush. "I can't believe that Giacomo's, one of the busiest, most popular restaurants in Boston let you close them down on Valentine's Day."

I shrug before taking a sip of my drink and then answering her. "What can I say? I can be really fucking persuasive."

"Oh don't I know it. Just two months ago I wanted to kill you, and now I can't seem to get out of your bed," she says, giving me a sultry grin.

"I thought you liked being in my bed, Princess?" I ask her, just as the waiter puts down our appetizers.

She rolls her eyes nonchalantly. "You're all right." She shrugs her shoulders.

"We'll see about that when I have you spread wide open in my bed screaming my name," I tell her, bending over and squeezing her exposed thigh.

"Promises, promises," she says before taking a piece of sopressata into her mouth.

She savors the taste, closing her eyes before she opens them and looks at me. I'm mesmerized by her, in awe of her and hopelessly and irrevocably in fucking love for the first time in my life.

"Can I have some?" I ask, leaning over with my mouth open like the lovesick sap I am.

She hesitates for a moment and then picks up a piece of meat, feeding me. My lips wrap around her finger, sucking softly before she slowly pulls it back.

"You're so bad, Killa," she says before putting her finger in her mouth and sucking on it.

"And all yours, baby." I wink at her.

"Damn right you are, and don't you fucking forget it," she says before taking another bite from our appetizer plate.

Never.

I'll never fucking forget it.

Dinner is spent with us sharing food and drinking wine. We dance to the soft music of the piano player, and I hope and pray she will always be mine.

Once we're done, I drive us back to my apartment, the small box in my pocket feeling like a ton of fucking bricks. I'm nervous as fuck, and I have no idea why, because I want this.

I want her.

When the door to my apartment closes, she stands and stares around. The entire place is covered in pink roses. There are a few cheesy-ass Valentine's Day balloons floating around, and there's a big-ass box of heart-shaped Jacques Torres chocolates on the coffee table sitting next to a little white teddy bear, holding a heart with a thigh gun holster around his neck.

This way she can always have her gun on her, and that shit will look wicked pissa hot on her long legs.

"Killa! You bought me Jacques Torres from home?" she says, turning around and throwing her arms around my neck. "And you went all flowers and candy on me with a fucking teddy bear and a gun holster," she says, giggling like a girl.

I like when she fucking giggles.

"I figure we'll bury motherfuckers plenty of times, but there are only a few times for me to spoil you, Princess." I bend down and press my lips to hers in a slow sensual kiss.

It's different than our usual crazed kisses. It's still full of all our fucking passion, but this time it's as if we are saying everything we're unable to say out loud.

She breaks the kiss and goes over to sit on the couch, holding up the bag in her hands. "Since we're opening presents."

Sitting next to her on the couch, I take the bag and pull out the box, opening it. The smile on my face is full as I look down at the brass knuckles with a four-leaf clover cutout.

I pull her to me, kissing her temple. "This is wicked pissa, Bee. Thank you." I kiss her again, this time pressing my lips to hers.

"I figured this way your knuckles wouldn't get bruised when you're busy going all Killa on motherfuckers," she says, watching as I slip them on and punch the air.

Perfect motherfucking fit. I can't wait to try them out.

I take a deep breath, taking the knuckles off and putting them on the coffee table.

Before I can take out her real gift, she picks up the small teddy bear on the coffee table, holding him to her chest and picking up the thigh holster. "Thank you, Edward, I love my presents, and he'll fit right in with Brownie and Black," she says.

"Who the hell are Brownie and Black?" I ask, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Bears that were Angie's and mine from when we were little …" She takes a deep breath as if she's preparing to say something difficult. "When she died, I took her bear and kept him, he's all I have left of her. He'll make a good addition, I'll call him Snowy," she says with a smile on her face.

I chuckle, noticing her watery eyes. "That's a good name, goes perfectly with Brownie and Black," I whisper, gently taking her chin and facing her toward me.

Our eyes lock, tears shining in her beautiful brown ones. "Angie came up with the names; she thought it was so funny to name them by their different colors. She always came up with crazy things." She swallows, emotion taking over her.

"It sounds like you loved her very much," I say, taking in this new information about her cousin.

I know that by sharing a piece of Angie with me, Bee is sharing a piece of her very soul, and I'm honored that she trusts me with it.

"She was like a sister to me, although we were cousins. After she died, I never wanted to be Bella or Isabella again, just Bee, so I could always be who Angie remembered me as," she says, tears now falling down her cheeks.

I catch one with my thumb, wishing like hell I could take the pain she still feels from Angie's death. "It doesn't matter what people call you, Angie loved all of you, Bee, Isabella, Bella …" I swallow stealing my nerves as our eyes lock. "I love all of you."

She gasps as I take the ring box out of my inside pocket, watching as her eyes widen in surprise. "I know we've only been together a couple of months, but I want you to know that you're the only one for me," I say, opening the box slowly.

Her eyes stare at the small Claddagh ring.

"Killa …"

We stare at each other, not saying a word. The air is heavy with our unsaid words. I swallow several times trying to gather the courage. I can kill a man easily, but I can't tell the woman I love, that I love her.

"In the Irish tradition, this ring represents love, loyalty, and friendship. All the things I feel when I'm with you. This is a promise of what's to come for us. I know you want to finish school before we get married. I want you to know I'm not here because our dumb fuck fathers arranged it. I'm not here because I want to be the boss. I'm here because I want to be … Because I want you … I'm here because I'm fucking in love with you, Bee Swanatori," I whisper, hoping that she understands what this means to me.

"Edward," she whispers as I take the ring out of the box.

I take her right hand in mine and slide the ring on with the heart facing toward her. "When the ring is worn on the right hand with the heart facing toward the body, it means that someone has captured your heart," I whisper as the ring slips firmly onto her finger.

"Killa," Bee whispers my name sounding like a prayer on her lips, a small smile on her face. "I love you too."

My lips find hers, desperately pulling her on top of me. She straddles my waist, and I stand, taking us into the bedroom without ending our kiss.

She loves me.

She fucking loves me.

Layingher on the bed, we stare into each other's eyes. No words are said as we undress each other slowly, kissing every piece of bare skin that is revealed.

Never in my entire fucking life have I ever loved someone the way I love her. She accepts every part of me, the good, the bad, the fucking ugly, and she doesn't judge me or try to change me, and I love her for it.

"I love you, Killa," she whispers against my lips as I enter her slowly.

"Say it again, baby," I beg, so desperate to hear it every day for the rest of my fucking life.

"I love you." Her hands run through my hair, her deep brown eyes penetrating my very fucking being.

"I love you, Isabella," I moan against her lips as I move inside of her.

"Edward, always," she cries out, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Always." I press my forehead against hers, never wanting this feeling to end.

We're one, and nothing will ever come between us. She belongs to me, now and forever.

For-fucking-ever.

A/N: Hello! As promised here we are one week later! Another one coming next week, we gots lots to cover! Oh and they said 'I love you'! Whew took 21 chapters of fighting! LOL