Innocent Until Proven Guilty Chapter 21

I jumped off that stool so quick I was sure I heard it hit the marble floor but I didn't care. I heard the sound of screeching tires and my heart was in my throat.

Just as I stepped out, I saw Edward get out of the car and glance at our direction.

He was here.

He was alive.

He came back to us.

He was covered in blood.

"Edward?" And my world went dark.

"Bella please wake up, I want to see those beautiful eyes again." His angelic voice sounded so pained that it broke my heart to hear it.

I'd never fainted like that before. The stress of not knowing if he was going to come back to me was too much. And then I finally saw him, covered in blood. Blood I prayed to god wasn't his.

His fingers kept running through my hair whilst his breathing was even, soothing. I don't think he changed clothes because I could smell that metallic scent of blood all over him.

I willed my eyes to open and when they did, I was looking up at the emerald greens I was so used to.

"Edward." I whispered. There were so many emotions running through me at the moment that I couldn't focus on any of them.

There was elation at the fact that he was here.

There was fear with not knowing what had happened.

There was also confusion as to where I was.

"Where am I?" My voice croaked out, my mouth dry.

"In my old bedroom at my parents' house." He whispered back as he continued to stroke my hair.

I tried to sit up but he had slung his other arm around me and held me down.

"Not so fast. Just…lay here with me, please." His grip around me tightened as he dropped small kisses on my head.

I tried to match my breathing with his to try and calm my racing heart.

"What happened?"

We both laid there in silence as I waited for him to tell me what the hell happened. "My hair stood on end the moment I got to the docks. I had this feeling at the pit of my stomach that something wasn't right. I was in the office looking over the shipping order when all the power was cut. My instincts kicked in and I ducked behind the door as bullets started flying. There were about a dozen guys dressed in all black and wearing ski masks shooting up the joint. As soon as I opened my office door I didn't stop shooting until every last one of them was dead. I lost a couple of my guys when the fuckers showed up." He trailed off as he looked behind me, his eyes focused on the wall. Even though he lay next to me, I knew he was far away.

It was some time before he spoke again.

"The best part of it all was that Felix was running the whole thing. Son-of-a-bitch thought he could outsmart me but I had my eyes on him from the get go. There's only so many people in Chicago that are bigger than Em. I know his mannerisms, I know the way he moves, I've watched him as long as he's been watching you. He could disguise himself as much as he wants, I would have known it was him instantly. Bella I had a fucking smile on my face as I watched the life leave his eyes. It was an overkill but I didn't fucking care. He needed to fucking die and I'm glad I fucking did it!" Edward's voice rose the more he spoke about Felix and I don't think I've ever seen him like this. I saw only a fraction of his emotions the night we met, but it was nothing compared to this.

I tried to sit up again and this time he let me. I crawled over and straddled him. I took in the blood-stained shirt, the blood splatters on his face and the soaked in blood that was on his hands. I'd never seen anything more deadly in my life.

This would frighten any other human being.

But not me.

I was getting off from his energy, his power and his strength.

My hands fisted his hair at the same time my lips attacked his. The deeper we kissed the more I could feel his cock trapped between us. The sadist in me pulled his hair harder to elicit that delicious sound from him, that raw desire spurred me on even more.

His hands grabbed my ass and I ground into him, rocking my body above his. I was so fucking glad to have him back here with me. I refused to even think about the what ifs. There was no time for that.

I bit on his lip as I came up for air. There was a hungry fire in his eyes that I was sure matched mine. I needed him inside me. It made me feel like a teenager again as it finally sunk in that we are on his childhood bed. There is no doubt that we would have fucked in this bed if we had known each other back then. I would have surrendered to him completely.

"Come with me." I whispered against his lips.

"Oh I'm nearly there sweetheart." He teased and I laughed. I shook my head and got off him, he pouted but sat up and moved off the bed and stood in front of me. I took hold of his hand and walked us over to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and started stripping. My clothes lay in a pile by our feet before I started undressing Edward. The shirt was still wet and I tried to ignore the strong metallic smell as I undressed him. His eyes followed my every move and I felt like my body was on fire from his gaze.

I stepped into the open shower and under the hot spray as Edward followed. I tilted my head back to wet my hair and as I looked back up at Edward, the hunger in his eyes had intensified. He pushed me against the wall and attacked my lips, his tongue claiming mine in a kiss that made my toes curl and my pussy clench. He grabbed my wrists and lifted my arms above my head, trapping me with his body. His cock was pressed tightly against my stomach as he carried on claiming my lips. I tried to move my arms so I could wrap them around him but that only made him hold me tighter.

A moan escaped me and Edward moved his searing lips to my neck so I could catch my breath. I banged my head against the wall as the feel of him was becoming too much. I tried to raise higher on my tiptoes to give his cock friction from my body. Edward seemed to have caught onto what I was doing, he carried on holding onto my wrists with one hand whilst the other lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

The single move alone caused his hard cock to slip inside my pussy. I was soaking wet for him and I moaned again at the feel of it going in for the first time. He didn't waste any time and began fucking me against the wall. There were no words spoken as our bodies did all the talking for us. We were both hungry for each other, even though we spent the whole of last night worshiping each other, it felt like it was never going to be enough.

We will always want more.

My back kept slapping against the tiled wall but I didn't care. All my focus was on the way his cock slipped in and out of my pussy. The way Edward was looking at where we were joined. The way his body moved as he thrust up. The way my pussy clenched his cock with every hard and deep stroke. I was enthralled by him.

I dug my heels into his ass to indicate I wanted more and he picked up his speed. He let go of my wrists and grabbed hold of my hips to get a better hold on me. My arms felt like jelly as I moved them down and around his neck, my fingers gripping the hair at the nape of his neck.

The friction from our bodies was becoming too much for my clit and my stomach began tightening as I neared closer and closer to my release.

"Edward…" his name left breathlessly from my lips. I felt that he knew what I was trying to say because he changed the angle of his trusts and it caused my body to spasm as I came around him.

His hips jerked a few more times before he stilled and finished inside me. We stayed connected as the hot water continued to run down his back. Edward rested his head on my shoulder and I held on to him tighter. This was intense, even for us. It made me wonder whether he was always like this after killing.

God I just fucked a guy who ended someone's life. What does that say about me?

Even though I had never asked, I knew he'd killed before but I had never seen actual proof of it. All of that blood had washed down the drain as soon as he stepped into the shower. I've watched too many crime shows to know they can get DNA out from the drain.

"The blood!" I exclaimed and Edward jumped ever so slightly.

"What about it?" He looked at me quizzically.

"They could get his DNA from the drain and know it was you!" I panicked as the realisation of it all actually hit me.

Edward continued to look at me with the weirdest expression on his face and then he started laughing. Like full blown throw-your-head-back laughing. I failed to see what was so funny about it. If the cops get a whiff of what had happened today, they would have solid proof that it was Edward.

"You do make me laugh angel. The cops won't know shit. I know how to clean up. As for the drain, you watch too many tv shows, plus…a whole bottle of bleach takes care of it. This isn't my first time Bella…" He trailed off. Like I said before, it's not something we spoke about and I can see him gouging my reaction.

"How many?" I've already asked him this question before but that was more to do with the number of women he's been with, not the number of men he's killed.

"Do you really want to know?" There was a hardness in his eyes I wasn't used to seeing.

"Yes."

"Why? Is it going to make it easier for you to sleep with me?" He retorted harshly and stepped away from me, breaking our connection. He turned the water off in the process and then he stepped out of the shower. My skin pebbled at the loss of his body heat and I tried to understand his sudden mood change.

"Don't do that. Don't try and spare my feelings now buddy. Too fucking late for that now. I didn't run before and I'm not going to run now. What the fuck Edward?! Just answer the question!" I was furious. I feel like we're back to square one with the constant push and pull. "I'd been worried sick ever since Esme called us to let us know something happened. Not knowing if you were going to come back to me tore me apart. It's a simple question Edward."

His back was to me and I could see the tension in his shoulder as he tried to reign it in. I was at war with myself whether I should go over to him or let him vent further. As I stepped out, he suddenly turned to face me, his face still hard and his nostrils flaring.

"Why aren't you running Isabella? I'm a cold-blooded killer. I don't bat an eye before I pull the trigger. I get a rush out of ending a scumbag's life. Yet here you are, letting me fuck you whilst I'm covered in Felix's blood, worrying about the feds tracing it back to me. Do you not realise how fucked up that is?!" His voice rose as he stepped closer to me. He towered over me but I didn't flinch. He didn't scare me. I just can't understand why he's trying to push me away.

"Maybe you're just a dumb bitch." That one hurt.

But my hand instinctively connected with his face.

We both stood there, our chests rose and fell with every quick breath we took. The only thing I wanted to do now was run. The one thing I told him I wouldn't do.

How dare he call me a dumb bitch?

I could feel my eyes begin to water and I wanted more than anything for them not to spill but I blinked and they started rolling down my cheeks. Our eyes were locked in on each other and I watched as the hardness from his eyes left and regret took its place.

My hand continued to pulse from that slap and I flinched when he took it gently into his hands. I felt the lump in my throat trying to escape, I tried my hardest to hold it back but it escaped when he brought my hand to his lips and gently kissed my pulsing palm.

Before I could think or pull my hand away, I was enveloped in his strong arms.

I crumbled and let my tears pour, my body shaking with my silent cries. The sudden onset of emotions was too much for me.

With his harsh words still ringing clear in my head, all I could focus on was the fact he came back in one piece. Every thought and feeling I bottled up whilst waiting to hear from someone finally caught up to me as I let the tears spill onto his chest.

"Shhhh sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm so fucking grateful you're here. I'm so grateful you fucking care. I don't deserve you angel. I love you Bella." His emotions rang clear in the confines of the shower.

I couldn't speak just yet though, so we continued to stand there with his arms wrapped tightly around me and the feel of his wet skin clinging to mine.

"Please forgive me." He whispered into my ear and began leaving lingering kisses to the side of my head and own my neck.

There was a faint knock on the bedroom door and I could hear Esme's voice calling out.

"Everything ok in there?" She asked timidly.

Edward put his hands on my face and tilted my head up so he could see me clearly. He raised his eyebrow in question and as I closed my eyes and let the final tears slip down my face, I looked back at him and nodded.

"Yeah Ma, we'll be out in a minute." He said loud enough so that she could hear us. Edward cautiously lowered his head towards mine and gently kissed my lips. There was a small part of me that didn't want to kiss him back but it would be hypocritical of me. And I really couldn't resist the feel of his lips on mine.

I wound my hands around the nape of his neck and the grabbed his hair, giving it a rough tug. I pulled his face back so that we were eye to eye. "Don't you ever call me a bitch again." I whispered with clarity. There was a spark in his eyes again and the corner of his mouth rose up into a smirk, I could also feel his dick getting hard again so I tugged on his hair tighter.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Mmhmm yeah baby." He smirked and I let go of his hair and stepped back. I took the towel off the rail and proceeded to dry myself, ignoring the hungry look in his eyes and the way his cock was pointing at me. I was sore as hell too so I was in no mood to entertain that again.

I watched him in the reflexion from the lightly fogged up mirror as he continued to look at me.

"I really am sorry. I got caught up in the heat of the moment and shit just came out of my mouth without me thinking. Usually after a kill I grab a drink to wind down or a broad to help me forget shit. I'm not used to talking about the shit I do with someone. I usually just…leave. I've never had this sort of connection with anyone before, I've told you this before. It threw me and I panicked. This felt so personal this time, I had a bullet with Felix's name on it since that night I brought you to my place. Ending him released a lot of pent up anger I had…like most kills do. I don't talk about it because a part of me is ashamed of the rush I get. I'm ashamed to admit it to you especially because I don't want you to think any less of me. If I had a normal life, a safe life where I didn't need to hire bodyguards to follow you…I'd do that in a heartbeat but that's not who or what I am. I can't give you normal Bella, I can't do a 9 to 5 job and be home for dinner every night. I wish I could give you all of that but I can't." He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me again, resting his hands on my stomach.

I leaned back into him, placing my hands on top of his.

"I never asked for normal Edward. I think I'd find it boring. I love you for who you are even after knowing everything that I do. That first night we spent together, before we even started fucking, my mind was already made up. You can be a fucking milkman for all I care. It's not your job or the life you live that attracted me to you, it's you. It's the way you look at me, the way you hold me, the way you assure me that everything will be ok, the way you make me feel safe. It's all of those things and more. I want to know everything there is about you and there's still so much we need to learn about each other. I really don't fucking care how long we've know each other, that means fuck all to me. I know what I feel when I'm with you or near you or even when I think about you or someone mentions your name. You set my soul alight and I love you so fucking much." I laid out my heart for him once more. He needs to realise how sure I am of him and of us. I don't expect our relationship to be all sunshine and daisies, but I just hope he realises that he can rely on me to be there for him, through thick and thin.

"Marry me."

"What?"