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*One week later*

I was pissed off.

I was pissed off at myself.

I was pissed off at Bella, because she was walking around in a pair of tight pants that made me want to bend her over every object.

But, I was pissed off at my father the most. All other reasons aside, he called a fucking sit down. We weren't due to have one until next week. Apparently Vlad, has some urgent business to discuss. When the fuck did he start listening to the little people?

Vlad Stepanov was a made guy, which was my father's doing. After everything grandpops did to get rid of them, dad, the fucker, made Vlad.

"Why are you so pissed off?" The wife asked.

"I'm thinking," I said.

"Uh oh, that's a dangerous thing."

"Get your ass over here," I said, pointing to the bed.

I was stretched out in the middle of the bed, my head resting up against the headboard. I was watching Bella, go back and forth around the hotel.

Rose and Carlisle were getting married in two weeks, yeah, that's right, two weeks. The blonde said yes. I'm curious how Carlisle managed that. I never figured the blonde would give in so easily.

Bella was helping Rose plan the damn wedding. The fucking blonde was on a time limit and she wanted a wedding with five hundred people. Fucking hell, some of these broads. I got lucky with Bella, she's not much of a complainer.

Speaking of the wife. That little ass of hers walked over and sat on the edge of the bed close to my head.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her on top of me until I had her straddling my hips.

"Much better," I said, pushing her head down, kissing those lips.

My hands went under her sweater. I wanted to get rid of the damn thing, if only she would lift up her arms.

"Take this off," I said. It was one of those days, I didn't want to waste time. I wanted to feel her close to me.

"No," she said.

I can change her mind. I trailed my lips from her mouth, down her neck, while my hands slipped under her bra. I squeezed my bad boys, making sure I had her nipples in between my fingers. I couldn't wait to get my mouth on them.

"Edward, stop," she said again. Now she was pissing me off. Since when did she start denying me?

"What the fuck is it?" I was impatient.

"I can't," she said.

"What the fuck do you mean you can't?"

"I'm on my period Edward. I can't."

"I don't mind blood." I drove in for her neck again. But this time, she pushed me off with more force.

"Seriously?" She raised a brow.

"It's blood." What was the big deal? I've seen blood before. Felt it. Hell, I've even tasted my own.

"It's gross." She scrunched up her nose.

"It's normal."

Don't all women get their fucking periods? I'll admit, I've never been with someone while they were on their period. But I was fucking horny. My cock was hard and I wanted to fuck my wife.

"I don't think you'll be saying that when your dick comes out looking likes it's been through the slaughter house," she said. By now she had climbed off of me and off the bed. Her phone was ringing again. It had been going off all day. That blonde hasn't given Bella a break with her damn wedding.

I looked down at my cock and groaned. I looked back up at Bella and back down at my cock again. Fuck. Damn it. Imagining it covered in blood.

Bella was biting her lip trying not to laugh. She picked up her phone and took a picture of me.

"What the fuck," I said.

"Your face is priceless. You look like you're about to have a heart attack," she laughed.

"Not funny. How long is that thing sticking around for?" I grumbled.

"A few days."

"Fuck me."

"Not for at least four days."

"I'm going to take a cold shower," I said, climbing out of bed.

A few days. A few fucking days. She better be wearing some old granny panties to bed. Who the hell am I kidding, I would fuck her, even with those on.

~FVWL~

The wife's phone was driving me nuts. It couldn't be the blonde calling her. I knew for a fact Carlisle was with her at this very moment.

Whoever it was, Bella was rejecting the call, but the fuckers kept calling back.

"Who the fuck keeps calling you?" I finally asked her.

"No one," she said. She sighed, looking at the damn thing before she switched it off.

"Give me that." I grabbed the thing out of her hand and switched it back on.

"What are you doing?" She tried taking it from me, but I was not having it. Someone was obviously bothering her, and I wanted to know who.

"Fucking, stop it." She was a jumpy little thing too. "What the fuck are you trying to hide from me?"

"Nothing," she said.

"Then relax, will ya," I said.

"Why are you going through my phone? You don't let me go through yours?"

I took it the thing out of my pocket and tossed it to her. I had nothing to hide from her, not anymore.

"Go crazy," I told her.

The number calling Bella, was one that she didn't have stored in memory.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"My mother," she said.

"What does she want?"

"I don't know. I haven't answered," she said.

"Why not?"

"I don't want to talk to her."

"Why not?" I asked.

"She hasn't spoken to me in months. When we came back from Vegas, Dad told her I got married, and she had nothing to say to me. And now, all of the sudden she wants to call me. Now she wants to talk. Well, I don't have anything to say to her," she said.

"Here," I said, handing the phone back to her after I blocked her mother's number. "Now she won't bother you."

"Thank you."

"I need to take Jasper with me tonight. Aro will be here and Emmett. You remember Emmett?"

"Big blonde guy?"

"Yeah, that's him. I'll try not be too late, but I'm not making any promises," I said.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Family business," I said.

"Don't ask, don't tell," she said nodding. She understood. She was getting better at it, although her curiosity was still there.

She became nervous all the sudden. Looking at me, her cheeks turned red, and I wondered what was going on in that head of hers to have her blushing so much.

Because I couldn't help myself, really how could I. I took her flushed face in between my hands and kissed her. She tasted sweet like candy, and that had me licking her lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth and getting the full treat.

Reluctantly, I pulled away from her. I didn't want to but I needed to go.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," I said. Other than dad's little get together, I also needed to make it to Scorpion. I did my own digging on that new girl Charlotte, and I didn't like what I found.

"I…Um." She looked down at her feet before meeting my eyes. "I'll see you later," she said.

I was a fucking asshole and that's all I'll say. When she told me that she had fallen in love with me, it took me by surprise. I had expected her to say a lot of things to me, but that definitely wasn't one.

My response wasn't the best. 'We should go back to the hotel.' That's not the response she was expecting either.

That shit shocked me though. I've had women tell me they loved me before, but I've never had one that meant it. The wife meant it, it was fucking clear and staring back at me. She looked at me with these hopeful eyes.

I should have done something different. I should have kissed her, held her. Anything would have been better than walking away.

She didn't seem bothered by my reaction to her revelation though. But I know better. I know enough about the wife to know that she is an expert at hiding her feelings.

~FVWL~

Sitting here in The Red Room. We had a private function room to ourselves.

There was myself, Carlisle, and Jasper. I had also brought three others with me. They were new recruits, guys dad didn't know who they were. They had instructions, if I snapped my fingers, shoot.

Dad didn't come alone. Him and Vlad sat side by side. Dad came with a security team of six.

This is the first time I have seen him face to face since I found him in my bedroom. I cannot tell how much self-control it took me to not kill him right now.

I had to remind myself, I had to wait until this whole investigation thing was under wraps. Mike was keeping me up to date with everything. So far there was no plan to bring me in, but he knew as well as I did that it will only be a matter of time.

"Your mother's disappointed that you didn't come for Christmas or the New Year," dad said.

"I was busy," I said flatly.

"Too busy for your own family?"

"Yeah, I was fucking busy. I had things to do. Do you want an account of it all? Do you want me to tell you when I wiped my ass too?" I said.

"Calm the fuck down, it was question. How's my daughter?" He asked, guarding my reaction.

The motherfucker.

"She's fine," I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. Carlisle bumped my knee under the table. I guess I didn't sound as calm as I wanted to.

"You gonna tell me where you moved, or am I going to have to track you down myself?"

"I am under a fucking investigation. My business was raided. My house was raided. I didn't want my wife seeing that shit," I said.

I am seriously surprised he hasn't tracked me down yet. I wasn't hiding from him, but I was hiding Bella from him. There would be no fucking way in hell that the two of them would be in the same room together again, not until he was dead.

"Maybe you should have married someone who knows how to handle that sort of thing," Vlad said. "My Lauren is very traumatized by all of this."

Carlisle snickered beside me. He was well aware of my little thing with Lauren. Ma was still insisting, she still hoped that Lauren and I would end up together. How the fuck can people be so delusional?

"We're not here to talk about your Lauren. You have something important to say. Spit it out," I said.

"He's no fun anymore," Vlad said to dad.

"Why the fuck did you call a sit down," I said. "To talk about me?"

"Calm down," dad said, holding up one hand.

"Vlad, has a little family issue." Dad looked at me as he spoke.

"He's too young to remember Ed. Before your grandfather took my family out," Vlad said. "My father had that jewelry store out in Brooklyn. After the explosion, the diamonds went missing. One kilo of diamonds, poof, vanished." He gestured with his hands.

The diamonds belonged to Vlad? To his family? Dad had sent me out to collect Vlad's fucking family jewels?

Dad didn't take his eyes off of me. He narrowed them, making sure I kept my reaction neutral.

Vlad didn't know dad had his diamonds. That still doesn't explain what dad wants with the damn things?

Vlad was right, I was too young when all this happened. But I remember my grandfather always talking about it. Every time he got drunk, the only story he would tell, was how he exterminated the fucking Russians.

From what I remember, Vlad's family were jewellers, they only did custom orders because they would hide the drugs inside the gold. It was a good plan, until the feds caught on.

When my grandfather went after them, he took everything from them, and destroyed it all.

After the explosion, when the investigation began, the diamonds were missing. Everything else was there, the gold, the drugs, other rocks. Hell, millions of dollars in cash was left behind. But the diamonds, they were gone. It was something they couldn't explain.

Why would someone only take the diamonds when they could have taken it all?

"I have been searching for them for fifteen years now and finally I've found them," Vlad said.

"Found them where?" Carlisle asked.

"My grandfather had a connection in Mexico. The diamonds were sent there before it all happened."

His grandfather? Fucking idiot. Vlad didn't know who his grandfather was, he was a child like me. He came into this world after his father had an affair with some whore. His father set her up and took care of them, but Vlad was never a true part of the family.

When the family was taken out, his mother was taken out too. How Vlad managed to escape? That's beyond me.

"And what do you want from us?" I asked.

"Julio, my grandfather's connection. He was the one who hid the diamonds. He died a few years back. His son refuses to co-operate, and I want my fucking family jewels."

"Mexican's work in a cartel," Carlisle said. "I'm not getting involved in that shit."

"We work as a team here," Vlad said. "You don't wanna be a part of the team? This is my family, we are talking about."

I raised my brow. Who the fuck did this guy think he was?

My father, a fucking Don, was allowing this shit. But now I was fucking curious. If Julio's son had refused to co-operate with Vlad. How did dad get a hold of them?

"I'm not getting involved with a fucking cartel," Carlisle said.

"He's right," dad said. The lying fucker.

"Ed, you said you would help me."

"Vlad, I'm all in for helping you, but I'm not going to allow my family to go after a fucking cartel."

"We are family. I am family," Vlad yelled.

"Don't you fucking raise your voice at me," dad warned. "You maybe family, but I won't risk anyone else for some fucking rocks. It's been quiet lately. I like walking down the street without having to worry about a target on my back, and I'm sure everyone else here does too. You wanna go after them, after some fucking rocks. You do that. But don't put my fucking name to it."

"What the fuck is going on?' Carlisle whispered close to my ear.

"Long story," I sighed.

Vlad pushed his chair back slowly. With his palms on the table, he pushed himself up. One hand reached to the back of his pants. Seconds later, a few pieces clicked into place, all pointed at Vlad's head.

"You have lost my respect Ed," Vlad said.

Dad grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pushed him into one of his security guys.

"Go teach this motherfucker a lesson about respect boys," dad said.

"Well, that was fucking interesting," Jasper said. He had been quiet up until now. But that's how Jasper works. He's one of those silent guys. He's a ghost, he gets the job done and you don't even know he was there.

"Carlisle," dad said.

"Mr. Masen?"

"I have a job for you."

"Shoot." Carlisle sat up straight, resting his elbows on the table.

"Take that mother fucker down," dad said.

"Sure thing." Carlisle gave him a two finger salute.

"You gonna take Vlad out now?" I asked.

"You heard what he wants to do. I'm not letting anyone get involved in that."

"Are you serious?"

"Keep your fucking mouth shut Edward," he said, pointing his finger in my face.

I put my hands up in defeat and leaned back in my chair.

"What we did,"his hand gestured between the both of us. "They accepted my offer. Back in the day, your grandfather got Julio out of some deep shit. The family owed us a favor. I called it in."

There was something that didn't sit right with me about all of this. Dad was too calm about it all. There was a bigger story to all of this, something dad was working hard at hiding from me.

"Carlisle, I take it congratulations are in order," dad said. "Elizabeth and I received the invitation today."

"Thank you, Mr. Masen. I hope you and Mrs. Masen will be able to attend," Carlisle said. He could play the innocent fucker perfectly.

I hadn't told him about dad's threat against Bella to harm Rose and Esme. It's better that Carlisle didn't know, he may have told me to keep calm and plan my attack against dad, but if he were to find that out, well he wouldn't be keeping so fucking calm not when a threat has been made against his unborn child.

I had promised Bella that nothing would happen to them, and I intended to keep that promise. I had people watching Rose and Esme at all times, and they would stay with them until the problem was been taken care of.

I stood up to leave. I have had enough of listening to this shit. He called this a sit down, this was a fucking joke. Jasper and Carlisle stood up with me.

"Where is everyone going?" Dad asked.

"I have other things to do besides sit here with you all night," I said.

"You don't love your father anymore. I'm hurt son," he said, pretending to fucking cry. As I watched him, I wondered if he was high. He hadn't touched that shit in years, but his behavior lately, had me wondering.

"I have shit to do. You have your little rat pack to keep you company," I said.

I almost, almost made it out the door without losing my shit at him. But he had to open his fucking mouth.

"Give Isabella a kiss from me," he said with a smirk.

I grinded my teeth together and balled my hands up into fists.

My hand went to grab my piece. Carlisle's hand was on my back, and he gave me a hard shove out the door.

"Have a good evening Mr. Masen," he said.

I turned around, getting in Carlisle's face, who was blocking my path to the door.

"Move out of my fucking way," I spat.

"How about we get you a strong drink?"

"MOVE."

"You have business to take care of. He can wait."

~FVWL~

I had taken Carlisle's words to heart and downed two glasses of jack in one gulp.

Scorpion was packed. It was a Wednesday night and we were still in the holiday season.

Victoria was walking around with a smile on her face, which had me raising my brow. That bitch never smiles. I called her over.

I told Jasper and Carlisle to go wait in my office. I was going to have words with this Charlotte, and I didn't trust myself not to hurt her. She lied to me. She lied to Victoria.

"Where's Charlotte?" I asked.

"She's in the back, why?" Victoria asked.

"Bring her fucking ass to my office now."

"What did she do?"

"I told you to bring her to my office, not stand here and fucking ask me stupid questions."

I wasn't in the mood for any shit. Seeing dad had really fucked with my mood. I was all happy and shit when I had left the hotel. But dealing with my father, nah that shit fucked with me too much.

If it wasn't for that fucker, I might consider taking a different approach with Charlotte now. But as it was, my mood has soured and she's in my direct firing line.

"Yes Sir." Victoria nodded and ran out of my sight. She's seen me in a mood like this before, and she knew better than to argue with me.

I made it through the crowded room, down the back halls and to my office. Carlisle was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and arms spread out on the headrest.

"Jasper, stay outside by the door," I said.

"You, straighten the fuck up. You're not here to relax."

"No, I'm here to make sure you don't kill the poor girl," Carlisle said.

"I ain't going to kill her."

He threw his head back laughing. He knew me too well.

This bitch's story didn't add up, and if she couldn't dig herself out of the hole she had buried for herself than she was as good as dead.

Charlotte knocked on my door before she slowly poked her head in.

"Miss. Victoria said you wanted to see me Sir," she said.

"Get your fucking ass in here," I said.

"Seriously E," Carlisle said. "No smooth sailing?"

I didn't pay him any attention. This lying bitch wasn't going to get any smooth sailing from me. She'll be lucky if she walks out of here with her teeth, and that's if she walks out at all.

Charlotte walked her ass in and sat down in the chair I pointed her to.

"I'm only going to say this once. I'm not a patient man and there are very few things I will not tolerate from a person. Lying is one of those things Charlotte," I said.

She swallowed nervously, wringing her fingers together. She knew she had been caught.

"Your birthday was December thirty-first?" I asked.

"Yes Sir."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one Sir," she said, continuing on with her lie.

"Really? That's-that's funny, because I have it on good authority that you only just turned eighteen. So I am only going to ask you one more time Charlotte. How old are you?"

"Eighteen Sir," she said, biting her lip. She was looking down at her hands.

"Eighteen. Eight-fucking-teen. Ain't that fucking something. That would mean, when you started working here, you were how old?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Please Sir, I'm sorry," she begged.

"I asked you a fucking question. I didn't ask you for an apology." I raised my voice, making her jump in her seat.

"Seventeen, Sir."

"You came into my place of business with fake documents. Lied to my staff about your age. Victoria put you up on a fucking stage. Men were eye fucking you, some even put their hands on you, and you were fucking underage?"

"It was a stupid mistake, Sir. I'm sorry, I should have never done it," she cried.

"You're right, it was as stupid mistake. I could lose my fucking business if anyone finds out about this." I slapped my palms down on the desk.

"I won't tell anyone, I swear."

"That's right you won't. You're going to go and pack your shit and get the fuck out of this city. If I find out you didn't leave, very bad things are going to happen to you," I said, looking her in the eyes.

"Why did you come here sweetheart?" Carlisle asked her.

"I come from a small town. There was nothing back there. We didn't have a lot of money and my momma was struggling with everything, bills, rent, she's sick now. I wanted to help her, make things easier for her," she said, turning to Carlisle.

"Sweetheart, ain't there a grocery store you could have worked at? You came all the way to the big city, to take your clothes off?"

She shrugged.

She fucking shrugged, as if it was no big deal. As if she wasn't underage and taking her clothes off in my joint.

"My cousin Tina, she came to New York a few years ago. She worked at a different place, though. I wanted to go there, but I think it's closed down," she said.

"Following in the family footsteps isn't always the best, sweetheart," Carlisle said.

"I know that now, and I'm sorry." She turned back to me. "The city is really big and I thought working here I could maybe find a man…A man like you," she said.

What the fuck? I looked up at Carlisle, who was looking back at me with amusement. The fucker was trying to hold it together. He bit down on his bottom lip and relaxed back on the couch. Now he decided to hold his tongue. Motherfucker.

"A man like me?" I said.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean...It just sli...pped out," she stuttered, biting her nails. She's not getting out of this. The fucking whore.

"Of course you meant it. Stand up," I said.

"Sir?"

"Are you fucking deaf? I said stand the fuck up." She stood up. Her knees were shaking, she was scared, but she held herself.

"You wanna find a man like me," I said in a mocking tone. I stood up out of my seat and came around to her front.

I put my hands under her shirt and grabbed a first full of the material ripping the damn thing off of her body making her gasp.

Her hands went to cover herself, and I fought the urge to laugh. She had stripped in front of hundreds of men a night, yet she was shy in front of a man like me?

"What do you know about a man like me?" I asked. "You wanna know what it's like to play with the big men?"

I threaded my fingers through her hair with one hand. With the other, I unbuttoned her shorts. I turned her around and pushed her over my desk.

"Men like me, sweetheart, we don't play nice."

Grabbing a pocket knife, I flipped it open. I dragged the blade along her back making sure I didn't cut her, I wanted her to feel the cold metal, and I wanted her to be scared.

She shivered and cried. The dumb whore.

"Men like me destroy little girls like you."

I slid the knife under her bra and cut it free.

"Please Sir," she cried.

"No. No, this is what you want. I am who you want."

Her panties came off next. I leaned over her until my mouth was close to her ear.

"A man like me would break you in, and then pass you on to the next in line," I said.

"Alright, enough," Carlisle said.

He shot up from the sofa. I backed away from the girl and slumped down in my chair again.

Carlisle took his jacket off and put it around her shoulders. She was a fucking mess. The little bitch better have learned her lesson.

Carlisle opened the door and passed her onto Jasper. He muttered some shit to him before sending them off.

"What the fuck is the matter with you?" He yelled, staring at me. "You snorting shit again? Or are you just fucking stupid?"

"Fuck you," I spat. That fucking whore deserved it.

"She's a child," he said.

"That's the fucking problem. She shouldn't be here."

"She made a mistake. You can't pull some shit like that."

"When the fuck did you become a good guy?" I said. He can't judge me for the shit I just did, he's done worse.

"Yeah, I'm the fucking good guy now," he said. "She's a fucking child. You scared the crap out of her."

"Are you blind? She came here to find some rich fucker to take care of her. She's a fucking whore. Child or no child."

"And let me guess, you're attracted to her?"

"Fuck no," I said. "She's a fucking child. I'm no pedophile."

"You can't throw her out onto the streets like that. What do you think will happen to someone like her out on these streets?'

This fucker really had grown a heart overnight. He's turning into one of those good guys before my eyes. He's becoming soft and I blame that fucking blonde. Everything was fine and Carlisle was Carlisle until that blonde came into his life. And now that he'd knocked her up, he's turned into a damn pussy.

"Whatever happens to her, it's not my concern. I'm not her fucking babysitter. She got herself into this mess, she can get herself out," I said.

"Fine, I'll take care of her," he said.

"And how well do you think your little blonde will take that?"

"That's not your business. But I'm not letting a child go by herself in this city," he said

My damn phone was vibrating on the desk.

Aro.

"What," I said.

"I'm taking Miss B, to the hospital," he said.

"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked. I was immediately out of my chair and ready to leave.

"What's going on?" Carlisle asked. I put my hand up telling him to shut up.

"Aro, what the fuck is going on?" I yelled. I swear if anything had happened to Bella.

"Miss B, got a call from Presbyterian ER. Her father's in emergency."

"Aro, don't you fucking take her there, you hear me?"

"E, she's got nine-one-one ready to be called. If I don't take her, she's gonna call," Aro said.

"Put her fucking ass on the phone."

"We need to get to Presbyterian's now," I told Carlisle.

"What's going on?"

"I don't care what you have to say. I'm going to the hospital, and Aro can either take me or I can go on my own," Bella said then hung up.

Fuck.

"Let's go." I hope I made it there before she did.