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He gasped as my wings expanded and his eyes traveled south. "What the hell is that, may I ask?" he asked, his lip actually fucking pouting as he eyed the miniscule protrusion in my leotard.

"That would be another reason I'm here."

"If you came to finally cave to my offer, Edward, this is unacceptable," he warned with a raised eyebrow.

Yes, he's made advances before. And no, I'm not going into fucking detail.

"Mother of fuck, you're bi?!" Bella exclaimed beside me.

I hung my head.

Fuck my life. There was a hell of lot of explaining to do.

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"Am I?" I repeated back to her incredulously, ignoring Aro's questioning stare, and still trying to forget about his dick twitching. "Fuck no, I'm not! Didn't you just hear him ask if I was finally caving?"

"Yeah, but that was until you got hard…kind-of," Bella answered, arching a brow high at me.

"Oh my fucking God, Swan, I cannot believe you're actually asking me this shit! You fucking know what happens when you touch my wings! It doesn't matter who touches them. And besides, I'm attempting to get this fixed so I can fuck the ever loving shit out of you!Not him."

By the time I finished, Aro was frowning with his lips twisted up comically, while Bella smirked.

Wait.

Did she just manipulate the situation by inadvertently getting me to reject Aro, in so many words?

If she did, she was even more evil than I'd originally given her credit for.

However, this could also prove to be very bad in regard to whether he fucking helped us or not.

I grimaced as I turned back to Aro. "Shit, I didn't mean any offense, Aro."

"None taken, my dear boy, though, I can't say I'm not disappointed. I can fix both problems, though I hate to see you lose the leotard and tights; you're ass looks positively phenomenal," he replied, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and making my stomach clench in response. "However, we're going to have to do something about your parents. It seems that Carlisle is going against our code of ethics, in every sense of the word."

"You fucking think?!" I scoffed, taking Bella's hand and pulling her into my side.

Call me a pussy; I don't really care, but I wasn't comfortable around this guy, regardless of whether I was asking for help or not.

"But," he started, smiling at me with his eyes and making my insides run cold. "Everything comes with a price, Edward."

Bella tilted her head up like she was looking at me. "What the hell is he talking about?"

"Bella, is it? Your face I can fix now, and I'll do that at no cost because I just can't bear to look at you like that anymore. But as for your allergic reaction to our dear Edward here, and his tiny package, it will cost you. Well," he backpeddled, "Not you; more like, him."

And there was only one form of payment that Aro would accept. I'd only had to do it once before.

Understand though: I was literally forced into it. And I was not looking forward to being put through the motion again, or happy that Bella would be witness to it.

"What exactly is this fucking payment you're talking about?" Bella inquired, to which Aro grinned widely and side-eyed me.

"Should you explain it to her, or shall I?" he sang wickedly, taking a step closer to me and running a nail down the center of my chest.

Did I mention before that he had fucking bitch nails?

Bella's face had gone back to its normal state as she looked at me in question.

"You fucking tell her. I think I'll puke if I do. Saying it out loud makes it more real," I grumbled.

"What exactly has Edward here told you about me, dear Bella?" he questioned, turning his gaze to her.

"Nothing other than the fact that you might help us, though I'm starting to think otherwise."

"Oh my, well then this be awkward for you, I'm sure. There is only one form of payment accepted here. As you can probably tell, I like men," he began.

"Wow, I never would've guessed," she mumbled sarcastically.

"As I was saying, you little twit, I like men, therefore, Edward is the only one who can give payment."

"Just tell me what the fuck it is and stop beating around the fucking bush!" she hissed.

Goddammit, she was not helping our case right now. If anything, she was pissing him off, and I didn't even want to think what he'd have me do to make up for it. And believe me, if I could have stomped on her fucking foot without making a scene, I so would have.

"Do you see the ribbon wrapped around my cock?"

"Unfortunately yes," she answered to which Aro raised an eyebrow at me.

"She's a rather vocal spitfire, isn't she?"

"You have no fucking idea," I answered, earning a glare from her.

"We wrap our cocks because here in Volterra, we treasure them above all else. All dicks are bared to the public eye, and presented as a prize…a gift if you will. A hard cock is a happy cock. And they way we keep them happy is by showering them with attention, love, and worship."

"Worship?" Bella exclaimed, snorting with laughter. "Jesus Christ, Edward, they're certifiable here, aren't they?"

Nope. Fuck that.

I wasn't answering her ass.

"Edward, I suggest you get her under control or the payment will be doubled," he warned me.

"Doubled? Why is it that every time he mentions payment, you get a terrified and nearly sick look on your face?" she asked, turning to me.

"If you would just shut the fuck up, quit being a bitch, and quit sneaking in snide comments, he'd have fucking told you already!" I snapped, watching as she flinched.

Dammit, I was going to have to apologize for that later, though she would probably forgive me once she saw what I had to do.

Bella hung her head and clasped her hands, standing silently as she took a step away from me. And I fucking hated that she felt she had to do that.

"Well, he really has you under his thumb, doesn't he?" Aro mused as I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"It's not fucking like that, Aro. Just tell her so we can get this shit over with," I answered.

"The standard payment for one service is a hand job, paid to me. In this case, you're requiring three services, but I'll give you one of those free. So what dear Edward here will do, essentially, is get me off, and then, as a secondary payment, he'll kiss the head of my cock once he's finished."

Yep, I was going to hurl. This shit wasn't fucking right.

"He's going to what?!" Bella shouted with rage. "Over my dead fucking body," she hissed.

And to my fucking horror, she stepped forward, grabbing his dick forcefully to the point that he winced.

"Edward will do no such thing, you sick fucking freak! He's mine, and you sure as hell aren't laying another disgusting finger on him, you got me, bitch? What you're demanding from people, or should I say fairies, is bullshit and, in a sense, assault."

"Remove your hand from my dick, Bella…" he growled.

"I'll remove it when I'm damned good and ready. Now," she ground out, "First, you're going to return his cock to its normal size. And don't even think about denying it; I'll cut your fucking balls off, one at a damn time with a butter knife."

OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.

The bitch—my bitch—is fucking psycho, and she just threatened the goddamned head of the Volterra.

Shit, that came out really bad at the end.

Vomit.

I was torn between wanting to kill her, and wanting to fuck her senseless as soon as my real dick was returned to me.

And do it in front of his bitch ass.

I am so screwed.

*coughs*

So...

Yeah.

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