Sunshine, Ninkita and 2browneyes are kind enough to read this for me. All mistakes are mine!
***A Few Facts, crossover edition***
It is NOT necessary to be reading both Operation and Killa & Bee. Everything you need to know about the characters used in each story is contained within the separate fics. Though, you def should cause they're awesome!
Operation is currently in Summer 2017, while K&B (the story) is in 2013. The Oneshot, Killa Saves the Bee, ended 5 months ago Operation time. Everything here is post-oneshot.
The basic idea of the crossover is that both fics are utilizing the same Mob network across the US.
Irish/Italian(Boston/NY)—The Masen/Swanatori family
Chicago Outfit—The Cullens
Miami—The Kings (current boss, Ronald, Roger's son and Royce's brother)
Seattle—The Quileutes
Vegas—The Denalis
Gore rating—0
Swear rating—11
I take a half-step over to cover Bella with my body as my eyes narrow at the motherfucker who thinks it's okay to speak to us that way, but they soften—just fucking slightly—when I realize it's not only him. There's a woman at his side, presumably his wife and even more notably, she has her hand propped atop a round bump that protrudes from her midsection.
She's a small woman, akin to Bella in size, but that's where the fucking similarities end, other than both having dark brown eyes. Where my Bella has the lithe body of a dancer with long graceful limbs, this woman is physically fit in a different way, even with the bump. The cuts in her muscles speak of martial arts or kickboxing training, and the fucking deadly glint in her eyes back up that notion. Bella's hair is long, wavy and auburn, almost reaching her ass, where this woman's is just past shoulder length and cut in layers with thick streaks of red scattered throughout. Her skin has been kissed by the summer sun and her face is slightly more rounded—though that could be due to the bun in the oven.
My once-over takes only seconds, and I'm quick to focus my gaze back on the man. The Boss of the East Coast Irish/Italian Mafia. Killa Masen. My first thought is about his age, younger than I expected, several fucking years younger than me. We're similar in height and both have green eyes, though his are a few shades darker than mine. The same goes for his hair. It's a little fucking messier than I prefer, and though we both have a bronze tint, the red gleams much brighter in his. My perfectly proportioned face is in sharp contrast to his glaring imperfection—a bump on his nose where someone has broken it before. He's wearing a custom-fitted suit, not from a designer I recognize—shocking, I know—with the emblem of a bee on the jacket sleeve.
Only a handful of seconds later and satisfied Bella isn't in any immediate danger, I shift and put my arm around her back to bring her to my side. "Killa Masen, I presume?" I say, my tone all fucking business.
"Don't forget my sexy as fuck wife, Bee," he says, waving a hand to the woman at his side. "I'd like for the four of us to speak before this meeting gets underway."
Bella nudges my side and I glance at her, receiving the "be nice" look along with an encouraging smile. My jaw tightens, but I offer the fucker a nod anyway. "That's what we're here for."
The stiffness between us must become too much because Bee Masen takes it upon herself to move things forward more rapidly. She rolls her eyes and steps forward, reaching for Bella's arm. "Why don't you come inside with me while these two cocksuckers get their shit together." Bella holds back a giggle as she gives me an unapologetic shrug and follows the woman like a fucking lap dog. Bee pauses as she goes to pass her husband. "We'll be in the kitchen like good little mob wives when you two get the sticks out of your asses."
My wide eyes follow their retreating backs until they're out of fucking sight and then they jump to Killa, who's doing the same but looking like a goddamn lovesick puppy. "What the fuck was that?"
He turns my way with a proud smirk. "That was the real Bee Masen, and she's wicked pissa."
I'm not sure I'd ever use the term pissa to describe Bella in any way, but the adoration he has for his wife is fucking clear, and that means something to me these days. I shrug and reluctantly step forward. "Let's get this show on the road then."
Killa swings the door wider and motions me inside, closing and locking it behind me. "You can never be too careful with this many competing Mob members in town."
He leads me into an open space, and I can already see the women at the far end of the room. Bella's perched at the bar—like she's just visiting her fucking BFF—while Bee moves around in the kitchen beyond her, loading two plates full of pasta.
Another huge difference—Bella can't cook to save her goddamn life.
"I see you two finally decided to stop measuring your dicks," Bee says as she slides one of the plates to Bella. "Cullen, sit and Killa will get you two drinks."
I'm too goddamn dumbfounded at Bella's ease with these people we don't know to pay much attention, but I am sure I need something strong if I'm going to get through this without cracking my teeth. "Whiskey, make it a double," I say, sliding onto a bar stool beside Bella.
"You sit and eat." Killa points to Bee and then the stool on the other side of Bella before moving toward a bar setup against the wall. "Ever had Midleton?" he calls over his shoulder.
"Can't say that I have," I respond, a smirk lifting with my next thought. "I'm a Glenfiddich man myself."
"Fucking muppet," he mumbles with a head shake as he pours two glasses of the gold liquid and joins us back at the bar, only he perches directly across from where the three of us are seated. "You'll never touch that Scotch shit again."
I take a tentative sip, and then kill the motherfucker when I determine it's up to snuff—more than, actually, but I won't easily admit it. "It's passable," I say, sitting the tumbler in front of me. "Enough with the bullshit. What exactly are we here for?"
"Edward," Bella scolds, sitting her fork on her plate and giving me the bitch brow, while Bee hides a chuckle by taking a swallow of her drink.
Killa opens his mouth to answer but pauses when his eyes land on his wife, who's happily sipping her iced tea. "Where the fuck is your milk?" he aks, glaring at her.
"I don't fucking want milk," she answers, ignoring him.
"The doctor said you need more calcium, so you're going to drink some fucking milk, Bee." He crosses his arms and stares at her across the bar.
"Killa, I don't want the fucking milk. Now leave me alone and get to the point before I fuck you up in front of company!" she yells, her brown eyes deadly.
He ignores her, heading to the kitchen anyway.
As they argue over who's getting enough fucking calcium, Bella turns to me with a soft smile. "They're cute."
I snort as a cabinet slams in the background. "They're something, but cute isn't the word I'd use."
"Edward," Bella says softly, spinning in her seat to face me completely. "It's obvious they love each other very much." She palms my cheek. "Can't you just try to hear them out without being so harsh?"
I take her hand and press a soft kiss against her wrist. "Harsh is how we survive, solare."
"We're here because you obviously need them," Bella says, lifting a pointed brow. "Just try to rein it in a tiny bit. Please. I already like Bee."
My jaw tightens, but I reluctantly mutter, "Fine."
Our conversation is interrupted when Killa strolls back to the island with purpose, sitting a glass in front of Bee with a glare. "Drink the fucking milk."
"Fucking cocksucker," she says, rolling her eyes and taking a sip.
"Now where the fuck were we?" Killa asks, downing the rest of his whiskey and smacking his glass against the marble.
"You were about to tell me why the fuck we're here," I say but immediately regret sounding so harsh when Bella side-eyes me. I shrug about as unapologetically as she did earlier when she followed a complete stranger into her home and left me standing at the door.
"Right," Killa says, glancing to his wife to make sure she's still drinking that fucking milk—I'll never again be able to think of the word without fucking in front of it. "Bee and I thought that under the circumstances, you might feel safer leaving Miss Swan here, at our place, while you and I go to the meeting."
My face stays impassive as I wait for the Spidey Senses to kick in, but they never do. Why? I have no fucking idea, but I act as if they did anyway. "Why in the hell do you think that would ease my goddamn mind? I don't even know you!"
"Hey, don't be a fucking dick," he snaps, walking around the bar to stand next to his wife, his stance softening as their eyes meet. "I'm a man who knows what it feels like to have the love of his life taken from him, from someone I fucking trusted, no less." His jaw tightens and his neck muscles flex as he works to get his anger under control. "From what I've heard about the shit going on with Miami, I'd say that's why you brought her to Boston to begin with. Why not give her the best fucking protection possible when you can't be by her side?"
My ice-cold resistance thaws slightly as I listen to him talk about a situation that's my worst fucking fear come to life. "What makes you think her being here makes her safer?" I ask, motioning around the room.
"It's a simple fucking fact," he says like a smartass as he caresses Bee's bump. "Do you think I'd ever let anything happen to my wife again? Especially now that she's six months pregnant. There's nowhere fucking safer than with Bee."
My brows draw together as I take his words and meld them with the facts I was given before we arrived. "But I thought the kidnapping was only five months ago."
Pain and anger swirl in Killa's eyes, but it's Bee who answers my question as she locks their fingers together against her bulging stomach. "We didn't know until after."
"Oh no," Bella gasps, the horror clear in her voice. "That must've made a frightening experience even worse, to learn something so huge after the fact."
"I don't know about frightening, but it was a fucking shock. I did feel bad I killed a few men and my brother's girlfriend while pregnant, but I'd do it again if I had to."
What she's saying falls right in line with what I suspected—she's fucking deadly—but I guess Bella had no idea as she doesn't utter a peep. "And you think you can keep Bella safer than my own men?" I ask, addressing Bee this time.
"If it comes down to it, I won't let anyone fucking touch her," she says, pulling a small, chrome gun with a bee etched on it from a strap on her thigh. "I'm always prepared."
"Of course you are, baby, but you're not killing any fucking one," Killa interrupts, glaring her way. "I have men in the building who'll protect Bella with their lives, as if she's one of us."
"I'm supposed to just trust your guards?" I ask, ready to deny this bullshit on the spot. Leaving men I don't know in charge of Bella's safety is much too fucking far out of my comfort zone.
Killa shrugs as if he doesn't care one way or the other. "You're welcome to leave any guards you see fit, but they'll stay in the fucking hallway. Bee will only put up with so much fucking protection."
"Besides, I don't know your fucking men, so they damn sure aren't coming into my house," Bee says, her cold eyes glaring at me.
I stay silent while my brain and heart do battle. As a hardened mob Boss, I want to stand the fuck up and tell them to go to hell while dragging Bella out the door, but as a man who loves his girl more than anything, the idea of an extra layer of protection is tempting. It all boils down to fucking trust, something I'm not sure I can give.
"Look, Cullen, you can either leave her here with me or not. I frankly don't give a shit either way. I like Bella, but I'm not going to fucking beg you," Bee says, apparently fed the fuck up with my indecision.
"You don't have to beg," Bella says, giving me a chastising glare. "It's me we're discussing, and I'd love to sit here with you, Bee."
"Great! I have a few new designs that you'd fit perfectly. You can be my model while they go do mob shit," Bee says, excitedly.
"What the fuck," I mutter as I stand and grab Bella's elbow. "Excuse us; we need to have a private goddamn discussion."
"Good luck with that, fucker." Killa chuckles as I start to drag Bella away.
I shift my glare from Bella to him, but the teasing glint in his eye tells me he's been here before. "Whatever," I mumble as I march Bella to the far end of the room.
By the time we make it to the door, Bella's fed up. She snatches her elbow from my grasp and turns on me with fire in her eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Edward?"
"Me," I whisper-yell as I palm my chest. "You're the one agreeing to stay here with someone you fucking barely know!"
She. Rolls. Her. Fucking. Eyes. "There's distrust and there's insanity. I believe you may have crossed the line into the latter." I take a deep breath through my nose to keep from losing my shit, and she steps closer, her stiff stance softening. "Edward, you're about to enter a meeting with some of the most powerful and ruthless men in America, why wouldn't you want an ally in the room with you?"
I toss my head back and pinch the bridge of my nose, taking deep breaths to keep from screaming at this infuriating woman. When I'm sufficiently calm, I roughly pull her against my chest. "Fuck the meeting. Fuck an ally." I hug her tighter before gripping her arms and pushing her back so she can see my eyes. "Your safety is all I care about right now, and you've just handed yourself over to them. What if they're not our allies, Bella? What if this is all a fucking trap to get you away from me and into the hands of Miami?"
She shakes her head sadly. "Can you look at me and honestly tell me that's what you think this is about?"
"No," I admit begrudgingly, casting a glance to the couple who're bickering among themselves across the room. "Demetri says Killa has his own issues with Miami, so I'm more inclined to trust him when it comes to them, but that's business. You're my everything, so that makes this is harder."
"And I love that you protect me so ferociously," she says, palming my cheek. "But in this instance, you're only ramming into a brick wall. You can station your men outside the door, but I'm staying with Bee and that's final."
Even though her words cut me to the quick, her soft eyes tell me she doesn't want it to be that way. She truly believes the offer is genuine, and she's made her decision based on how she feels, so I respond with my own overwhelming emotions on full display. I grip the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine for a punishing kiss. It's filled with anger, frustration, fear and more love than I know what to do with.
When I'm done, I jerk away, leaving only a breath of space between us. "You better be fucking safe when I come for you," I rasp, stepping back and reaching inside my jacket. I pull out a small, fixed blade knife with a knuckle grip and lay it in her hand. "Stash this, and use it if you need to."
Surprisingly, she smiles as she closes her fingers around it. "I promise," she says, slipping it into her bra. "Though I can't see needing it. They'd be fools to attack here."
I kiss her again, long and hard. "I hope you're right."
With a deep breath, I hold out my elbow and revel in the feel of her fingers tightening around my arm, as if it's the last fucking time it'll ever happen. Deep inside, I know it's not. I know this isn't a set-up. I know Bee Masen is sincere, but that doesn't make it any easier to leave Bella with someone I barely know.
Bella snickers, tilting her head to the woman who's pushing her husband away forcefully. "Bee's a little scary."
I chuckle darkly—goddamn psychos. "I thought she was going to kill him over that fucking milk."
"Yeah, that was great," Bella replies, smiling widely.
"Don't get any fucking ideas," I warn, leaning my lips close to her ear.
Chills race down her arm. "I wouldn't dream of it," she says, peering at me from beneath her long lashes. "I prefer a different brand of torture."
My goddamn cock twitches, and I concede with a tilt of my head. "Point made."
By the time we approach Killa and Bee, they're no longer bickering. "About fucking time," Killa says, smirking. "So what's the fucking verdict?"
"I'll be staying with Bee," Bella says, smiling triumphantly.
"And I'll try not to worry during the meeting," I add, my eyes falling to Bee. "I'm sorry if I offended you with my reluctance. It's just Bella's the most important thing to me, and if something were to happen to her …" I trail off, erasing those thoughts from my mind.
"Capisco," she says, telling me she understands. "I'm used to overbearing cocksuckers; I married one."
Bella laughs softly, and I tilt my head with a smirk. "Touché."
"No Italian," Killa says, pointing at her. "Now, let's book and show these muppets you got moxie." Like I said—goddamn jibber-jabbering psycho.
"Try not to go all Killa on motherfuckers," Bee tells him, leaning in and giving him a very inappropriate kiss.
"I'm going to be killing something else when I get back," he whispers, winking at her.
"Promises, promises," she says, giggling, which sounds foreign coming from her.
"After this is over, remind me never to come back to fucking Boston," I tell Bella as I lean down to kiss her like it's the last time I'll ever see her.
"Let's go, Cullen!" Killa yells, interrupting my moment.
"Jesus," I whisper as I pull my lips away, just slightly. "I love you, Bella."
"Love you."
I kiss her hard and fast before snatching myself away and turning to join Killa. Once we exit the condo, we stop by our apartment to collect Caius, Demetri and the three soldiers. I leave two of them stationed outside Killa's door.
"If anybody gets inside this door and you're not dead, you fucking will be," I bark, jabbing a finger at the men. "Got me?"
"Yes, Boss," the reply in unison.
"If someone gets in that door they'll be dead within minutes. My fucking wife is deadly, Cullen. Now stop fucking worrying," Killa says, shaking his head.
I give the closed door one last longing glance before we make our way to the elevator. Killa gives his guards the same basic orders, except he uses those fucked up words again. Jacob joins the five of us as we enter the elevator, and we ride twenty floors down with hardly a word said between us.
The shift from men in love to Bosses is evident as the doors open and we step into the hall full of confidence and attitude. I button my suit jacket and dust invisible lint from my shoulder, standing tall and glancing around with narrowed eyes.
Killa motions to two goons who're awaiting his arrival. "These are the Outfit men," he says, pointing to Caius and the soldier. "They're with us. If they move, you fucking move." He turns his glare from his men to mine. "Same for you motherfuckers."
Caius glances at me and at my nod, he says, "We got your back."
As a unit, the eight of us make our way down the hall with Killa's two men taking the lead and my two taking the fucking rear. We take a right at the end of the hall and pause as one of Killa's soldiers pushes open a set of double doors to reveal an empty room, aside from four other goons standing there, with another set of double doors on the far wall.
The terms of this meeting have been ironed out prior to now, and this is the format we all agreed upon. Only four men from each syndicate are allowed. The Boss and his chosen higher up will take part in the meeting, and he is allowed to have two guards stationed in this room. If any fucking body from any syndicate shows up uninvited, his life is automatically forfeit as the other guards will take him out.
Once our men have taken their positions, Killa and Jacob lead Demetri and me to the next set of double doors. After a slight pause, he pushes them open and we step into the meeting room. Four men turn in their seats as we approach the large round table with a sleek, tinted glass surface and shiny metal legs.
"Nice digs," I say sarcastically, smirking at Killa.
"Beggars can't be choosers, you old fuck," he replies in that smartass tone I'm strangely becoming accustomed to. "Don't forget, you're the one who wanted this fucking meeting, and this dump serves that purpose."
"Then sit the fuck down and let me conduct it," I say, lifting a pointed brow.
Killa laughs as he and Jacob take their seats, prompting Demetri to do the same. I remain standing and make eye contact with each man as I state my intentions.
"I'm Edward Cullen, and by the end of this meeting, I'll have your consent to restructure the Miami organization."
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