Chapter 6

EPOV

"Okay…" she trailed off for a moment, seeming to be collecting her thoughts. "What does that mean?"

I wrapped my arms around her, clasping my hands behind her back to keep her steady on my lap. "It means…" I took a deep breath. It wasn't often that I let my guard slip even a little.

If I let any one of those guys see a weakness in me for even a moment, it could mean a number of things. Something as simple as relentless mocking to being literally stabbed in the back if my guard was down.

There was only one person in this world I knew would stand behind me, and that was my mom. I trusted Jake—Wolf—and a few other guys like Hunter, but only to the point that they wouldn't steer me wrong. I trusted their information, but if we were in a sticky situation? I'd most likely be better off dead.

Bella, though, was quickly becoming someone I knew I could trust. "It could mean he just wants to see me, wants to know what went down while I was inside. But, it could also mean I'm fucked," I told her truthfully. "Or,he's just trying to keep me in line and get under my skin, which is probably all it is. Royce King is a ruthless motherfucker, but he's slow to move. He's looking for me, but he knows right where I am."

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt her body tense. "You got nothin' to worry about," I said, hoping those simple words would be enough to ease her fears. All this was bound to be a lot for someone like her to handle. She was used to being on the other side of the law. Not the side with the thugs, drug dealers, and career criminals.

"But—"

"It's nothing to worry about, mami."I nipped at her earlobe before placing open-mouth kisses to her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment until she shoved me away and leveled me with a glare.

"Stop trying to distract me, Edward. It's sweet that you think I'm worried about myself, but I'm worried about you. I don't want to see you get hurt, or worse."

I barked out a laugh. "Mamita,I got no problem putting a gun against a motherfucker's head and pulling the trigger, be it Royce King or anyone else. I protect myself and what's mine, so don't worry about me."

I watched as her eyes darkened and she licked her lips. I had a feeling there was a whole other side to Bella Swan no one else knew about.

I grinned at her. "You like a little danger, don't you?"

She shrugged. "A little. But I like you better."

"Do you? Or do you just like me because you think I'm dangerous? Are you just using me to get under your dad's skin?"

Her eyes widened as she stuttered over her words. "It's not—I mean, I don't—"

"Cálmate," I chuckled. "I don't give a fuck why you like me, as long as you do."

"Bastard," she said before gripping my face between her hands and attacking my mouth. I grunted from the force of her kiss, digging my fingers into her hips. I held her down against me, knowing she could feel every hard inch of my cock as I thrust up. Even through layers of clothes, I could feel how hot she was. "Dame tu cosita," I murmured in her ear.

She let out a moan as she ground herself on me and I let my hands wander up a bit. I grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and off. I let my eyes rake over her as I cupped her tits in my hands and ran my thumbs along her nipples through her bra. "Fuck,"she whimpered. "Edward—"

"Let me make you feel good, Bella."

She bit her lip as she nodded. I slipped her off my lap, setting her on the couch beside me. "Quiero comerte." I wet my lips as I looked at her. "Will you let me eat that pussy?"

She gasped softly, throwing her head back against the couch. "Oh, yes."

I dropped down in front of her. "Lift up for me." I rid her of her jeans and panties, leaving her in just her lacy white bra. It screamed innocence, while everything else about this moment was the exact opposite.

"Fuck," I groaned, gripping her legs and throwing them over my shoulders. I wasted no time as I leaned in, taking a long swipe with my tongue from her entrance up to her clit. I knew a lot of guys that didn't enjoy this, that did it more out of obligation. Not me. I fucking loved it, and I hadn't had my face buried in someone's pussy in years. I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking and grazing it with my teeth, causing her to let out a loud moan and buck her hips. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her in place as I circled her clit torturously slow. I let out a moan of my own from listening to her whine and the feel of her grinding against my face. I was in fuckin' heaven.

She threaded her fingers in my hair, gripping tightly as I nipped and licked at her. "Please, Edward, please!"she cried out, and I smirked against her. I knew I was driving her crazy, but she was so fucking sweet.

I pulled back, glancing up at her. "Touch that pretty clit for me," I instructed before I slipped my tongue inside her, fucking her with it as she brought her hand down, frantically stroking her clit.

"Oh God, oh God," she chanted, her breath coming in quick bursts. She let out a long, low moan as she came hard against my tongue. I lapped up everything she gave me until she squirmed, pushing me back gently.

"¡Que rica!" I raised my eyebrows at her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I laughed as I watched her blush, then climbed up beside her, pressing a kiss to her lips before wrapping my arms around her. I felt more content in that moment than I had in a very long time.

—

I stood in the doorway of her apartment, knowing that I needed to go, but not wanting to. I was afraid she'd wake up in the morning and finally realize I was no good for her. I really wasn't.

"Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for tonight."

She smirked at me, her eyes dropping to my lips. "Shouldn't I be thanking you?"

I hummed in agreement before I leaned down and pressed a kiss behind her ear. "Maybe, but you've got the sweetest chocha I've ever tasted," I whispered. "I can't wait to be inside it."

Her cheeks pinked and she sucked in a deep breath before I turned around and headed to my own apartment.

That girl was going to be a fucking freak in bed.

—

"Edward!" My boss yelled from the office. I threw the broom I was holding over into the corner and headed toward him.

"What's up, Emmett?"

"Hey, take a seat." He cleared off the grease-stained chair in front of his desk so I could sit. "You've been doing a great job, man. You're always on time, you do whatever any of the guys ask. I can't say it's what I expected when I said I'd take you on."

I lifted one shoulder, not sure how to respond. I wasn't really used to hearing praise from anyone but my mom, and even that was few and far in between. I couldn't really blame her. It wasn't as if I'd deserved her praise over the years.

"Anyway, I called you in here to ask how you feel about learning some basic things? Changing oil, things like that? We could really use the help."

I nodded. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good."

"Great! It'll come with a small raise, too. Paul will be in early tomorrow to work with you. Now, get out of here."

I didn't let him see it, but as I left, I couldn't help but smile. It felt good to be trusted.

—

That smile was wiped off my face when I turned the corner and saw Wolf standing there.

"Hey, man." He bared his teeth in what was supposed to be a grin.

I nodded at him. "Qué pasa?"

He shrugged. "Ain't seen you around much. Figured we'd see you more by now."

"You know I gotta lay low for a while. Fuckin' sapos got eyes everywhere. I ain't goin' back to prison for being found with you culicagado."

"That pretty little thing you been hanging around—her daddy is a cop, you know." He raised an eyebrow at me. Apparently, cops weren't the only ones with eyes all over the damn place. I should have known better.

I rolled my eyes and laughed it off. I couldn't let him get to me. "Nah, she's cool."

"I dunno, man. You gonna fuck us over? You gonna get a wire? Maybe your bitch is tryin' to get you to work for daddy? Is her pussy good enough to sell us out?"

"Fuck that noise, man. I just spent three years in prisonfor your fuckin' ass and you gonna come at me con esa mierda? You tryin' to say I'm not fuckin' loyal?" I sneered at him, ignoring the shit he said about Bella, for now.

He raised his hands. "Yo, I'm just checkin', man. Ya never know."

"You think I'm fuckin' stupid? You think I'm gonna fuck with sapos?" I spat.

He grinned at me again. "Nah, I'm just messin' with you. She must be a good fuck, though, huh? That pussy tight?"

"Leave her the fuck outta this, entendes?" I growled, clenching my fists.

He laughed and bumped his shoulder with mine. "Whatever, man. I'm meeting Hunter over at Vicky's to get some food, you comin'? You gotta spend some time with your boys, too."

I glanced back at the garage. I knew I should tell him no. I should head home, invite Bella to my place and order something in, maybe try to get in her pants. Anything but follow him.

But, I also knew I needed to show my face. "Yeah, okay."

If I ever wanted a chance to get Marcos, that motherfucker who shot my dad, then I needed to stay active. That way, when the time came, when he finally let his guard slip, I'd be there, ready and waiting.

Spanish:

Mamita - similar to 'mami'. A term of endearment

Cálmate - Calm down/take it easy

Dame tu cosita - give me your little thing...you know…;)

Quiero comerte - I want to eat you

Que rica - tasty/delicious

Chocha - pussy

Qué pasa - What's up?

Sapos - derogatory term for Police

Culicagado - Crap-ass/asswipes. Colombian slang

Con esa mierda - with that shit

Entendes - you understand?