A/N: A few of you have asked, and yes, Edward is Hispanic. In the first chapter before Bella runs into him on the stairs, she states that his mother is Colombian and his father was Irish. Also, there will continue to be Spanish spoken throughout the entire story, so if that's not something you enjoy, this may not be the story for you. See you at the bottom!

Chapter 4

EPOV

I heard them before I saw them. They were a bunch of loud mother fuckers who didn't care if they were making a scene.

"Look who it is, boys!" I heard Wolf yell from across the parking lot. "It's Jaws! He's a free man!"

I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous nickname they'd given me years ago; Jaws. Thanks to some chick who loudly proclaimed in front of everyone that I had a jawline she wanted to lick, Jaws was born. Thankfully, everyone usually associated it with the shark that ripped people to shreds and not some fucking pretty boy.

There was a part of me that wanted to turn the other way, walk straight into my building and not give them a second glance. If I got caught up with them again, it would kill my mom. I hadn't been out for more than a month, but still every time I saw her she'd tell me she was proud of me for doing right. I'd caused her more hell than she deserved in the years after my father died. I should have been home with her, helping around the house, taking care of her. Instead, I was never home and kept her up all hours of the night. All I did was cause her to worry about me. She never knew whether I'd come home alive or if the cops would be coming to the door.

But I knew it wouldn't be that easy to get rid of them, just as it wouldn't be easy to not get sucked back into that life.

I moved to cross the now dimly lit parking lot over to where they were when I saw Bella pull in. I schooled my features the best I could. I knew better than to alert them to her presence or the fact she meant anything to me. If she'd thought I was a chancho, she'd learn fast I had nothing on these guys.

"Parcero, how you been?" I pulled Wolf in for a one-armed hug. I nodded to Hunter, who glared back at me. As far as greetings went, that was a lot from him.

Hunter was a sick fucker. I'd never seen someone so willing to shed blood as he was. If you fucked him over, he'd hunt you to the ends of the earth. Hence the nickname.

"Good, good," Wolf said, shooting me a smile which looked more like a snarl. It was what earned him the name Wolf, after all. He leaned past me, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Damn, do you see what I see?"

I turned to see what he was looking at, though I already knew. I watched as Bella slid out of her car, and even in the dark she looked good enough to fucking eat. From what I could see, she had on black heels paired with one of those tight pencil skirts, making her legs look a mile long. On top she had a plain white blouse tucked in to her skirt. All she needed were some glasses and a tight bun and she'd look like every fantasy a guy could have when they thought about fucking a teacher.

He let out a loud whistle, trying to catch her attention. When that didn't work, which I knew it wouldn't, he yelled, "Baby! Lift up that skirt, let's see that pussy!" But she was a smart girl and just kept on walking.

I rolled my eyes, running a hand across my forehead. "Fuck off with that shit, what would your mom say? Treating chicks like that." As if I was one to talk.

"Aw, you care about your mama now, Jaws? Did you care about her when she was sucking my—"

I turned on him in a matter of seconds, grabbing his shirt by the collar. Friend or not, you didn't bring up my mom or Bella. Thank God they didn't know I had an interest in her, and I planned to keep it that way. I didn't want to go back to prison for murder. "Shut your fucking mouth about my mom if you wanna walk out of this Goddamn parking lot with your dick still attached."

He ripped my hand off him, shoving me backward. "Don't ever touch me again, motherfucker. You got some damn balls on you. Fix your attitude before I see you next time." He spat before walking away and calling over his shoulder. "Oh yeah, Royce is looking for you."

I knew he was trying to get a rise out of me now that I'd pissed him off. But that's just how shit went down with us. He'd go lick his wounds and be fine in a few days. I'd spent three years locked up for those jackasses and kept my mouth shut. I knew that meant something to them. Especially to someone like Royce King. At least, I hoped it would. "He knows where to find me. Adiós, puto."

I ran up three flights of stairs as quickly as I could, stopping in front of Bella's door. I pounded on it a few times and waited impatiently. As minutes passed, I became more agitated. I knew she was there; she had no other place where she could be. "Bella, it's Edward. Please answer the door. Por favor, mami."

She whipped the door open after that, pointing up to the peephole. "I knew it was you, I'm not a fucking idiot. Ever think I just didn't want to see you?" She glared at me as usual before continuing. "Your friends are disgusting. You're disgusting for being around them." She moved to close the door, but I reacted fast, shoving my foot against it to keep it from shutting.

"I'm not—"

"No, you're exactly like them. I wrote it off last week because you apologized, but—"

"Exactly! I apologized. I knew I was wrong as soon as I said it and as soon as I touched you. I knew I was wrong. I'd never disrespect you in public like that."

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "So you'll just disrespect me in private, is that it?"

"No!" I shouted, causing her to recoil. "Sorry, it's just—no. I learned my lesson. I told you I was sorry, you even forgave me!"

"That was before I saw you with those assholes. You were in prison, Edward. Did it teach you nothing?"

"Yo sé, yo sé," I growled. "I promised my mom I'd do better, and I'm trying. Look, I know I'm a dick, I'm a pig, whatever you want to fucking call me. I can't promise you I won't piss you off again, but after today, after I saw how Wolf looked at you…" I took a deep breath. I knew I was rambling, that nothing was making sense. "Escúchame, I feel protective over you, Bella. I... I want to get to know you."

She sighed heavily, stepping aside and opening her door wider. "I must be the biggest fucking idiot to even be considering this."

I let out a breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding as I walked passed her into her apartment.

"Don't make me regret this, Edward."

—

"I want to know everything," she demanded.

"Everything?"

"Why were you in prison? I know it was for armed robbery."

I flopped down on her couch, kicking my feet up onto her coffee table.

"Sure, Edward, make yourself comfortable," she muttered.

I smirked. I really did enjoy getting a rise out of her. "Perdón."

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"You go between Spanish and English pretty often."

I shrugged. "It's a habit I picked up from my mom. She didn't speak English when she came here. My dad taught her; it's how they fell in love."

"Oh." She nodded. "That's really sweet."

"Yeah." I shifted in my seat. I still wasn't that comfortable talking about my dad, even after all these years. I'd sadly much rather discuss my time behind bars. "Anyway, you wanted to know why I went to prison, right?" I eyed her carefully, hoping she wouldn't kick me out by the time I was finished telling her the story.

Spanish:

Parcero - Colombian slang, similar to 'dude'

Adiós, puto - Bye fucker/bitch

Chancho - Pig

Por favor - Please

Escúchame - Listen to me

Yo sé - I know

Perdón - Sorry

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