Chapter 11

EPOV

"Where are you going?" She stood in the doorway of my bedroom, wearing nothing but my shirt from earlier. It was the middle of the night, and I had hoped to be gone and back before she woke up in the morning.

"Fuck, you scared me, mami." I pulled on my boots, lacing them up before I grabbed my hoodie from its spot on the couch.

She narrowed her eyes at me before asking again. "Where are you going, Edward?"

I inhaled deeply before pushing out a frustrated breath. "I can't just sit here, Bella. Not while they've been fuckin' laughing at me. One of those hijueputas killed my dad!" I growled.

She walked over to me, climbing onto my lap. She held my face between her hands, kissing me on the lips. "I know, papi. I know you're mad, and you should be. But do you really think rushing out of here in the middle of the night, especially when you have no clue who you're actually looking for, is such a good idea?"

I sighed, pressing my forehead against hers. I knew she was right, that I was taking a huge risk going at it alone. But as I laid in bed beside her, I'd tossed and turned, becoming angrier by the minute. I couldn't get the thoughts out of my head that I'd been played in the worst way possible. Did Wolf know it wasn't Marcos and was just fucking with me this entire time, or had he been played, too?

"I want you to get your revenge, Edward. But I want you alive, too. I just found you, and we're just starting whatever the fuck this is between us."

I closed my eyes, leaning back against the couch. I pulled her down, holding her against my chest. Her words stirred something in me, they calmed me for the moment. She made me feel things I didn't know I was capable of. After my father was killed, I closed myself off from so many people. But there was something about her that broke through and started to melt my cold heart. "You got me catching feelings, mami."

She huffed out a laugh. "It's not a disease to feel something for me."

I opened one eye, smirking at her. "I dunno, you make my stomach flip."

She grinned at me. "You know, you can be pretty cute sometimes."

I grabbed her by the waist, throwing her down and pinning her to the couch. "You ever call me cute in front of anyone, and I'll spank tu culo."

"Promise?" She bit her lip, looking up at me from under her thick lashes. I could feel myself hardened instantly.

I groaned, leaning down and kissing her. I pressed my hips against her, letting her feel exactly what she did to me. She pushed at my chest, but I could see in her eyes that I was affecting her as much as she was me.

"You can't distract me. We still need to talk about this, Edward."

"I really think I could." I ground against her slowly. She sucked in a sharp breath as her eyes fluttered closed. I let my lips trail down to her neck, sucking at her pulse point in the hopes of leave a mark.

She moaned softly before pushing at my chest again. "Stop. We need to talk, Edward. What the hell were you thinking, going to confront them on your own?"

I sighed as I extracted myself from her and sat up. The moment we'd been sharing was ruined since she wasn't going to let this go anytime soon. "Ever think I don't fuckin' wanna talk about it?"

She glared at me, standing up and walking back into the bedroom. She appeared a few moments later, fully dressed. She walked past me and straight to the door.

"Where you goin'?"

She gripped the doorknob. "If you're not going to talk to me, I'm not fucking staying here."

"Why are you pushing this so fuckin' hard, Bella?"

"Because you can't be making stupid, rash decisions like this!" she shouted.

"Fine, you wanna talk, we'll fuckin' talk." I felt the anger from earlier rising up in me again. "Yeah, I was going to beat the shit out of Wolf and whoever else I could find until they talked, but you had to be a perra and stop me." I knew I was lashing out at her for no good reason except that she was the only one in front of me.

"You listen to me, Edward." She stormed across the room, arms crossed against her chest, eyes hard with anger. "I'm here because I want to be, not because I have to be. You got me? You can go at this alone if you fuckin' want to, but we both know how well you handled that last time. I refuse to watch you rot in a cell, or worse, get yourself killed. Don't fucking disrespect me because you're upset."

I stared at her, and I knew it was more than just 'catching feelings.' I was already in love with her. I loved the way she never let me step out of line, and how she told me exactly how she felt. Yet, she never once stopped me from being who I was, or expected me to act a certain way. "Perdón.I didn't mean it." I rubbed a hand over my eyes. "It's all so fucked up, Bella. Why string me along when I didn't even know the real story; why not just kill me too? I just want some fuckin' answers!"

She hummed quietly, my apology apparently accepted. "I don't know why, though I'm thankful they haven't killed you. You know, we could talk to my dad off the record. Find out what he knows about Rosalie's case and your dad's. Maybe we could get some answers that way."

I snorted at her suggestion. "We? Your dad is going to fuckin' lose it if he finds out you been with me. To him, I'm just a delincuente."

"I'm a twenty-three-year-old woman, Edward. I can damn well spend my time with whoever I want."

I grabbed her hand, pulling her back down onto my lap and wrapping my arms around her. "Sí, mami, you're right. That doesn't mean he's going to accept it. I'm not the kind of guy you bring a la casa."

Her voice was quiet as she started to speak. "You know how you said earlier that you were catching feelings? Well, I am too. I know we haven't been together long, but all that shit doesn't matter to me. I don't need my father or my mother's permission to be with you. Maybe you're not a perfect gentleman, but that's obviously not what I'm looking for. I know out there"—she gestured toward the door—"you have to be tough and act like you don't give a shit about anything, but that's not really you. I've seen how you treat your mom. I see how you treat me,aside from calling me a perra earlier, of course." She glared at me before pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

I couldn't find the right words to express myself to her. So instead, I decided to show her in a different way just how much I cared about and trusted her; that I was willing to let her help me. "We should probably get some sleep if we're gonna talk to your dad tomorrow."

She gave me a small smile before kissing me on the cheek. "You won't regret this."

I sure as hell hoped she was right.

Spanish:

Tu culo - your ass

Perra - bitch

Delincuente - Delinquent/criminal

A la casa - home