This chapter has become another one of my faves.

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ChPOV

This was like going through my worst nightmare all over again. Only not.

Yes, Bells was no longer in danger of dying to a heroin overdose, but instead, she now laid on the stretcher inside the ambulance, unconscious and suffering from a knife wound.

Until the paramedics announced how serious the wound was, Edward and I had to sit back and wait.

It was driving us both fucking mad, and I couldn't even begin to think about how hard it was on him—he who'd once been a doctor.

I wanted to rip Alice from the cruiser and give her a good slap myself, but that would have done nothing to help our case. That and…well, let's face it: Bells and Edward needed me.

Problem was, I wasn't good with this shit. I hated not knowing what was going to happen to my baby girl. And I didn't know how big of a setback this would be in getting us on the road and the fuck out of here.

With tears spilling from my eyes at a steady pace, I ran a hand through my hair, breathing heavily as anxiety took over me.

No matter the circumstances, no father—no parent—should ever be put through the trauma of seeing their child fight for their life. And seeing her bloodied up and vulnerable stabbed viciously at my heart.

Without Bells, I had nothing.

Well no, while that used to be true, it no longer was; I had Edward now too.

Though that didn't make this whole situation any easier.

As I stood back and looked at Edward leaning against the ambulance doors, watching anxiously as the paramedics worked on her, tears fell in heavy streams down his cheeks and his hands ripped at his hair in agony.

It had to have been fate that had brought my baby girl to him.

Hell, if I had known the truth about him and how his life would turn out fifteen years ago, I'd have fucking taken him with Bells and I to Louisiana. And I wished I could turn back time, but that's the part of life we just have to learn to live with.

"Which one of you guys are Edward?" One of the paramedics called out from beside the stretcher.

"He is," I answered as the guy was looking at me.

"She's starting to come to and she's asking for you," the guy told him before turning his attention back to me. "We're about to head to the hospital. Only one person can ride with her, and I assume that you're okay with him doing so?"

"Yeah, I'll follow behind shortly," I choked out, making my way up to the ambulance doors where Edward was climbing in. "I'm just gonna check in the with officers and see what all I can find out. I know you don't have a phone so…just…take care of our girl, Son."

His eyes narrowed at me in what seemed to be complete confusion for a minute before skeptically nodding.

Most times that I received that look from people, I knew what they were thinking. But with Edward? Fuck, I hadn't a clue what he had going through his head, though if I had to guess, it had something to do with his riding with her and my staying behind. Or hell, maybe it was because I'd gotten emotional at the end. Who knows?

With hair like that his, bad luck, a medical degree, and a heart of gold, I'm sure his head was a damn clusterfuck of a place to be.

Regardless, now that Bells was waking and had Edward beside her on the way to the hospital, I could breathe a bit easier and focus on bringing the pieces of shit known as the Cullens to justice.

It wouldn't be easy as I was out of my jurisdiction, but I had a minefield of information that could convict most of them and by God, I was going to use it.

BPOV

"Wait, what is that you're giving her?" I faintly heard Edward's panicked voice say.

Panicked? Why is he panicking? And who the fuck is he talking to? The last time I'd seen Edward, he'd just knocked the fuck out of Jasper.

And why the hell was I feeling so damn dizzy and lightheaded?

It also seemed I was lying down.

"Morphine, for the pain."

"No! No, no, no!" he nearly hollered, startling me out of whatever funk I was in in my head. "She's a recovering addict! No opiates. A heavy dose of ibuprofen would suffice."

"And you didn't think to make us aware of this fact before now?"

Oh hell no!

"Give him a damn break," I hissed, managing to open my eyes, immediately setting my sights on Edward…covered in blood. Shit, it was all coming back to me now. "He just watched his fucking house burn down for fuck's sake, and you should be glad that he fucking told you before you stuck me, asshole," I mumbled tiredly, shooting a glare over at the paramedic who looked down at me, seemingly stunned.

A rough chuckle escaped Edward's lips as he gripped my hand and I turned to gaze at him through somewhat blurry vision. "Who would've thought that even when you're loopy, you could still kick some ass?" he teased, leaning his head down, pressing against mine.

"Why the tears, Eddie?" I asked softly, trying my hardest to focus. When he bowed his head and shook it, I knew. "Baby, I'm okay; I'm gonna be okay."

Apparently, I'd really fucking scared him, and given his expertise, I had to take this seriously. Maybe it was worse than I thought. I just hoped that this didn't mean I'd be staying here for a prolonged amount of time. We had to get out of here.

"I know, Doll, I know," he whispered, lightly brushing his lips against my cheek.

"Where's Charlie?"

"He's just taking care of a few things; he'll meet us at the hospital."

"What's going to happen, Edward? How bad is it, really?"

"Honestly, Doll, I don't know. I couldn't get a good look at it because of all the blood. I have no idea how deep it is, or how severe. Until they do an MRI or something of the like, we aren't going to know anything. In hindsight, its best this way. I could've stitched you up, but getting on the road without knowing exactly what we were dealing with was too big a risk to take."

"I'm sorry, did I just hear you say you had planned on stitching her up yourself?" the cocky paramedic asked from the other side of me.

I watched as Edward arched a brow in warning and set his eyes on him.

Fuck, he really didn't like this guy, and damn, my lady bits definitely liked this side of Edward. The look in his eyes set me on fire.

"You know, I thought you looked familiar and I haven't been able to place where I know you from. You an ex-paramedic, fire fighter or something?"

"Not even close, jack ass," I laughed. "This is Edward…Cullen." I threw in. I knew what his history was, but if Edward was once highly respected in his field as I believed him to have been, this guy would know him.

And judging from the shocked look on the guy's face, I was right.

Edward stared a hole in me as the guy straightened up.

"Holy shit, man! It's been what, three, four years?" the dude exclaimed, holding out his hand.

"Almost three," Edward whispered, not taking his eyes off of mine.

"Look, I heard about everything, but you should know that those of us that worked with you back then, we knew it wasn't right. That it wasn't true."

"Well, isn't that just gr…" I started to say, wanting to lash out at the guy for not having said anything in Edward's defense back then.

"Thank you, Jack," Edward murmured.

This guy, Jack, seemed surprised to hear Edward refer to him by his name, so I could only assume that he had been telling the truth. He really had worked with Edward back then and apparently, he didn't think he'd remember him.

And while all of this was going on, I couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy. While it was completely out of line, I was envious of the fact that the people of this town had gotten to see him during his better days. How I wished I could've seen him back then in all his glory.

But I wouldn't trade my Edward for anything. I loved him just as he was now, emotional scars and all.

*~C&B~*

After hours of being poked and prodded, scanned and fed false hope—no matter how many times they say it'll only be a few minutes, it's always hours—we, Edward and I, were finally given the go ahead to leave for the night.

Thank God that I'd only wound up with a series of staples. According to the doctor that checked me out, the cut hadn't gone deep enough to really damage anything, which only confirmed what Edward had originally thought upon looking at it the first time, before he'd left to approach Jasper.

The doctor happened to recognize Edward as well, and he'd even went on to mention that more than half the hospital had formed and signed a petition, going against the case where his license had been revoked.

I knew from the bafflement in Edward's eyes that he'd had no idea what he was talking about, which gave me something to look into later on.

Charlie managed to make it up to the hospital, but after sitting with us for a few hours, he'd left to make a quick run at the local twenty-four hour Walmart; said he was hungry and wanted to gather what supplies and such we would need while out on the road.

Hence the reason we were left waiting outside, Edward holding me in his lap as we shared a cigarette.

"Edward?" I asked, leaning my head back on his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"Are you gonna tell me about what happened with Jasper?"

I heard him sigh as his breath brushed against the back of my neck. "Can it wait until we're in the car and on the road? I…I want to just be with you right now, okay, Doll? It's been one hell of a long day and to end it all with you getting fucking knifed…" he rambled, the tiredness coming through in his voice.

I slightly, but very slowly, turned in his lap a bit; just enough to wrap an arm around him. Well…his neck anyway.

I brushed my other hand through his chaotic hair and brought my lips down on his tenderly, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and lingering for a minute. "That's fine," I whispered.

"Doll, do you think Charlie would be opposed to stopping at a damn hotel an hour or so out of town?"

"I don't know, but I fucking hope so," I groaned.

"Are you in pain, Bella?" he questioned, his brow furrowing in concern.

"No, this is nothing compared to what I've suffered before; believe me. I'm just fucking exhausted and looking at you, you could use some sleep too. I don't think either of us are in any condition to travel tonight."

"Well, if we do stop, I'm going to tell you now before you try anything on me—which I know you will anyway—I'm not doing anything with you until those fucking staples are out. You hear me?"

"Oh, you're awful fucking confident? What makes you think I'd still want your nasty, rank ass after having been cut and stapled? Seriously, Edward," I told him, rolling my eyes with a smile.

And suddenly, his mouth was at my ear. "Doll, you're just as addicted to me as I am to you. We both know that before this night is over, you're going to be begging me to fuck you."

"Sounds like you're complaining, Edward," I shot back, giving him my bitch brow.

"Fuck no," he growled kissing me. "It'll be just as much punishment for me to say no, but if we risk it and rip it open," he started, indicating to my abdomen, "we'll be fucked. Besides, it's just six weeks."

"Right," I laughed heartily. "Edward, we didn't even make it a full month after being reunited to go to bed together. And if you think I'm going to wait a month a half without having your cock inside me—whether it be my pussy or my mouth—you've got me fucked up," I breathed against his lips in warning, then brought his hand, which held the cigarette, to my lips for a drag.

A drag I then exhaled into his face.

His eyes were nearly black and full of lust; lust he could do nothing with. If he wanted to play this game, we could play, and I could guarantee that he'd lose every fucking time. Besides, he's the one that brought sex up to begin with, so in my opinion, he asked for it.

And he was definitely paying for it; if his steel dick, straining against his jeans beneath, me was anything to go by.

"You fucking suck," he mumbled, dropping his head onto my shoulder.

"Really fucking good, too, or so I've been told," I quipped, watching in delight as his jaw dropped and his shook his head at me.

"I can't win with you, can I?" he asked gruffly.

"Nope, afraid not, so you just asoon admit defeat now and learn to take it."

"No, I'll let you get away with it for now, but I promise you, I'll get you back for this shit later."

"Oh?! You're going to go against the rules with me already ready?" I guffawed, turning my head and meeting his eyes in excitement.

"Later…as in six weeks later," he hissed, taking another drag off the cigarette, and before he could exhale, I pressed my mouth to his, allowing him to breathe it into my mouth as we kissed passionately, his tongue twirling around mine in languid strokes.

"Goddamit, we really need to stop this shit. Is this how I'm gonna fucking find the two of you every time?" my Dad's voice burst through our bubble, causing Edward to pull away immediately as though his lips or ass were on fire.

"Shit," Edward mumbled. "Would you believe me if I told you this were all her?"

My head whipped around, fixing him with a furious stare. That little shit!

"That would be a big no, considering what all I've heard come from your mouth and seen already. And I'm pretty sure that you'll be up in the front seat with me when we leave here. In fact, I'd say it would be wise because right now, Bells looks like she's about to rip your balls off and feed 'em to you."

Not believing Charlie had just said that, I had to stifle my laughter, but knowing how to get back at Edward, I looked at him angrily, and I could see the pleading in his eyes.

It wasn't working.

I reached out and grabbed hold of his pierced nipple through his shirt and twisted roughly, knowing that as he howled out it would appear to Charlie as though he were in pain, but in actuality, Edward had just jazzed his fucking pants.

During Charlie's rant, I'd been very discreetly grinding myself against his cock in slow movements. Thanks to the topical anesthetic that they'd put around my gash, I couldn't feel a damn thing right now.

And I knew Edward had come because he'd cursed low in my ear and grunted where only I could hear him.

That and I'd felt his cock twitching beneath me.

My job was done.

After whispering that I loved him into his ear, I stood and with Charlie's help, made it into the car. Edward, clearly uncomfortable, began to walk awkwardly after us, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and eyes glaring at me.

Fuck.

That was the same look he'd given the paramedic earlier.

And now, it was directed at me.

The bad thing was, he couldn't do anything about it, except tease me relentlessly.

Couldn't be that bad, right?

EPOV

She was satan incarnate.

I love her, but damn it to hell, I was going to kill her.

Now, I got to look forward to an hour long trip—or however long—in a car with her, and Charlie, wearing pants full of jizz.

How the fuck the little minx had managed that just by sitting on my lap and twisting my fucking nipple—damn piercing—was beyond me.

And the worst part? I couldn't do a damn thing about it. Sure, I could tease the ever loving fuck out of her, but as I said, she was the damn devil and I knew that she'd get me back somehow, one way or another.

Until she was healed, I just as well consider myself defeated.

Though, after what she'd just endured in defense of me, I couldn't hold it against her. I was just glad that she still had the strength and the mindset to mess around.

I knew that watching the house burn to ground had affected her, just as it had me, but thankfully, she was avoiding that topic.

Or at least she hadn't brought it up.

Yet.

She wanted to know about what went down with Jasper, and I was fully set on telling her, but as I had asked her, I just wanted to not think about it for the time being. Hell, maybe if I was lucky, Charlie would save me from having to go back there and would fill her in for me.

I still wasn't sure whether I should believe him or not. I mean, yeah, the part regarding Aro holding everyone down at Esme's house…that I believed without a doubt because it fit Aro's m.o. But as far as him feeling regret and begging for forgiveness, I wasn't sure about that, and I sure as hell didn't know what to believe about him trying to stop Alice.

Reason for that being, when we pulled up to the house, his dumb ass had been standing there just fucking watching her as she set fire to the place. If he had been trying to stop her, we would have noticed because it would have been obvious.

"Edward?" Charlie called out from inside the car. "What the hell are you doing? You gettin' in or what?"

I snapped out of my trance and opened the back door, climbing in and sidling up next to Bella, who grinned at me smugly.

Shit.

"Suit yourself," Charlie hummed. "Your funeral," he laughed, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.

"He's find, Dad," Bella chuckled softly beside me, placing her hand on my lap. "Besides, I'm probably going to lay down in a minute and it'll be nice having a pillow."

At that, she winked at me, making me throw my head against the back of the seat, instantly regretting having gotten back here.

Her mood and her head in my lap were a dangerous combination for me, especially with him in the car.

Lucky for her, she couldn't be seen with the rearview mirror, whereas I could, which meant that no matter what fucking tricks she had up her sleeve that she decided to pull, I'd have to control myself and act as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

Hell, if she wasn't already hurt, when she did decide to lay in my lap, I would have reenacted the coffee table incident, only she would have face planted the hard plastic console instead.

However, I wasn't that lucky.

No, luck was laughing it's ass of at me right now.

As I shook my head in frustration, Bella snuggled into my side, nuzzling her face in my neck as she gently kissed the skin there.

She was being sweet now?

"Who are you and what have you done with my woman?" I asked flatly.

"Oh come on, you aren't seriously mad at me, are you? It's not like you didn't deserve it after you threw me under the bus," she whispered accusingly into my ear.

"Threw you under…" I sputtered. "It was all you!"

"What are you two whispering about back there?" Charlie boomed. "There better not be any hanky panky going on back there," he told us firmly, glaring into the rearview mirror as his mustache twitched.

"Hanky panky?!" Bella exclaimed. "For christ's sake, Dad! Will you please quit making references to our sex life?!"

Kill me right the fuck now.

"Well, if you'd quit giving me reasons to, maybe I would, dammit."

"Jesus, if you must know, we were talking about maybe stopping at a hotel an hour or so from here. I know you wanted to hit the road and not look back, but the truth is, we're both fucking exhausted. Neither one of us are in any position to drive right now."

"Fine, but me and Edward are sharing a room, Bells."

What?! Oh fuck, tell me he plans on getting two beds.

"Dad, now you're just being ridiculous. I just got fucking cut with a knife and now have sixteen staples. What the hell are we going to do, huh? And what if I wake up in the night and hurt too badly to get up for some water to down my ibuprofen?"

Well, played, Swan. Well played.

"Fine," he growled, giving the car gas and focusing his eyes back on the road. "We'll stop in a few hours, okay? If you two get tired, just crash in the back seat. I've got it from here."

"Charlie, I can drive. It's not that big of a problem, if need be," I told him, desperately hoping he'd tell me he wanted to switch off right now. Anything to get me out of the backseat with my minx of a girlfriend. She was fucking planning something. I could see it written all over her.

"Nah, I got it, Edward. Besides, I'm sure Bells wants your lap as a pillow rather than my arm."

Well, shit, that didn't come out sounding bad at all. Insert sarcasm here.

Sure enough, after Charlie had turned on some music and had driven for a good twenty minutes, Bella did just as she'd said she would do.

She carefully stretched out beside me on the seat, putting her head in my lap.

Facing me.

I placed a hand on her arm, gently rubbing back and forth as my other hand ran through her soft hair, doing everything in my power not to look down at her.

But sometime later, when her finger began lightly gliding along the waistband of my jeans, under my shirt, my eyes immediately flew to hers, me arching a brow in warning.

Warning she did not heed.

Surprise, surprise, right?

With a wicked smile, she slipped the button on my jeans and moved her fingers to my zipper.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I harshly whispered, knowing full well that Charlie couldn't hear me over the radio.

Bella just grinned wickedly and slowly lowered my zipper.

"Doll, I swear to…"

"I'm just going to clean you up a bit so you aren't so uncomfortable."

I'm sure my eyes grew to saucers then. Was she fucking serious? In the car?

With her fucking DAD?!

Shit! I screamed in my head as I pulled at my hair. Because I'd gone commando, she had easy fucking access to my junk, and without warning, she'd just pulled my fucking dick out of my pants, immediately going to work on 'cleaning me up' as she'd so eloquently put it.

Her hot, slick tongue felt like it was fucking everywhere at once. Licking, sucking, teasing, searching, as she ravenously attacked my cock, no doubt doing just as she'd said she would.

What I bet she wasn't counting on was getting me fucking riled up again because whether she was ready or not, I was about to fucking blow again and it was going in her damn mouth.

There was no way in hell I was going to be stuck explaining to Charlie why there was jizz covering the back of his damn seat.

"Unf…fuck…Bella…Bel-la," I quietly whimpered, tangling my hands in her hair and pulling her mouth to slide over my dick, sheathing me until my tip hit the back of her throat.

Her eyes widened as I thrust my hips up as easily as I could.

I moved my eyes back to the rearview mirror, making sure Charlie was still oblivious, which he was, thank fuck.

With one last thrust, I shot my seed in steady streams down her throat, groaning low in my throat as she laced her fingers in my hand and proceeded to effectively lick me clean, finishing with a kiss to the head of my cock.

Once she'd moved her head back to my thigh, I quickly but cautiously tucked myself back into my pants and zipped myself up, hoping that my breathing would return to normal sooner rather than later.

"Hey, you kids hungry or thirsty?" Charlie questioned, turning the volume down on the radio as he peeked over the back of his seat.

My eyes were wide as I looked down at Bella who had buried her head in my lap and was laughing her evil fucking ass off.

"I could use some water," I rasped, my voice weak as Charlie shot me a suspicious look.

"Bells?" he asked, unsuredly.

"I'm good," she squeaked just before bursting into hearty laughter.

Fucking dammit.

Poor Edward!

Bella's driving him mad, and there's shit he can do about it. LOL

And Charlie? Oh dear.

Next chapter will have more fun, but will also touch on the heavy once again.

I'm proud to say that it's already in the works.

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