Chapter 7 (EPOV)
Song(s): "Regulate" by Warren G and Nate Dogg
A/N: Here we are with another chapter. Thanks to everyone reading and reviewing. Thank you to our prereaders and beta. Off we go with another EPOV.
Damn, this chick was tough. I mean, sure I followed her but the sex was some of the best I'd had. That was saying something considering I'd had a lot of sex. Even my threesome with Heidi and Angela didn't compare.
I was becoming fucking whipped by this cooz. I gotta stop this shit. Lauren's gotta come over tonight. Best way to get over one broad was to get under another.
The thing that was messing with my head was why was I still thinking about her? What the hell did Jake put in my drink that night?
Maybe it was all this shit with Alistair and things being so hot right now. Isabella—Bella—was a welcomed distraction. But she was not interested in round two and certainly not interested in being added into my rotation. She actually might be smarter than the girls who turned the other cheek at me dicking around.
"EC, you passed the exit for Bay Ridge," Blondie alerted me, going all wide-eyed. See, another reason why Bella was a breath of fresh air. I wasn't EC to her; I was just Edward. Sometimes, I just wanted to be Edward again.
I gotta stop thinking about this broad. It was making me lose focus. Staying in control was supposed to be my specialty. I couldn't be off my game. If I kept this shit up, I might as well call the feds myself and ask them to pinch me.
My ass fell asleep since I'd been driving for the better part of the day. After the Bella fiasco, I made Alistair pick up my shit from Paul, and I almost let him keep the two Gs, but he wouldn't shut the fuck up.
We continued to drive, and pain in the ass kept looking at me like I was supposed to tell him where we were headed. I pursed my lips and stayed quiet. Maybe he'd think I had a death wish and was taking him to his doom. A guy could dream.
We drove into Jersey, ending up stuck in traffic in Old Bridge. Fucking suburbia gave me hives. Who could live in these small ass towns? Too much green, trees everywhere, and I don't mean the good kind. These were ones that only brought bugs and made my allergies all out of whack.
I almost missed my turn, so I made a sharp left around Route 35. Alistair, who refused to wear his seatbelt, went flying and face planted in the dashboard.
Take that, fucker!
He had been giving me a weary look since we left Brooklyn. Bitch, you're not in Kansas anymore, and I ain't no fairy godfather.
I rolled down the window and lit another cigarette. Blondie was jonesing for one, fidgeting in his seat, so I decided to waft some of the smoke in his direction. If I couldn't kill him, I might as well make him my bitch. Maybe I'd get him a collar.
We drove in silence until we hit the tiny private airport in Linden, and I pressed the button to the gate and waited to be buzzed in.
I stole a glance at the kid, who was now shitting a brick. "Relax," I said, chuckling, not offering any other sentiments. He looked at me as he chewed the inside of his lip.
I pulled over before the landing strip and jumped out, without giving the schmuck next to me any direction. Let him decide what to do, and I'd tell him whatever he decided was wrong.
Dirty Harry, a large buff tanned guy, approached me. He was a tough fucker. Been in the life since he was eighteen and refused to retire, and he must've been in his seventies. His wife died in a home invasion during a rival war a few years back, and he hadn't been the same since. If I thought he was a sick bastard before, now he was ruthless. He was called Dirty Harry because he wasn't afraid of getting his hands dirty. That and he just looked fucking filthy half the time. I should buy him and Blondie some Irish Spring.
"EC, my boy. How's it hanging?" Harry leaned forward and grabbed my shoulders, giving me fucking double cheek kisses. Leave me the fuck alone.
"All right. Same shit, different day. How are you?" I leaned out of the embrace, the fumes coming off his body making me nauseated.
"I feel you. My agita's been acting up with how non-stop Marcus has been riding us," he complained and looked over my shoulder, menacingly. Aro said I couldn't kill Alistair, but he said nothing about Dirty Harry…
I craned my neck to see the spaz keeping a respectful distance from the expert cleaner. Maybe he wasn't as dumb as I thought. Nah, he totally was.
"Didn't I tell you to wait in the fucking car?" I didn't turn around, but I raised my eyebrows at Harry, grinning, urging him to play along.
"Cazzo, is this the one you told me about?" Harry asked, going with me on this. He didn't know who Alistair was, let alone about the no-kill order. I spun to face the mamaluke.
Alistair's breathing picked up, and he ran his hand through his blond hair. Cut the fucking mop already, I mentally screamed. He shook his head. "No, you didn't say anything actually, so I decided to take initiative like you're always spewing," he rambled, not realizing what he said until my eyebrows rose as far as they could go.
Harry made a lunge forward, waiting for my order. I shook my head and stalked over to Alistair, and with each step, the asshole trembled harder. I almost laughed, almost. An airplane took off overhead, and I couldn't make out what Harry just muttered but continued my trek to the little shit in front of me. Once I reached him, I leaned into his ear as if I was going to tell him a secret. "Get the fuck in the car," I screamed, hopefully making him deaf.
Dirty Harry and I burst out laughing hysterically as Blondie bolted to the car.
"Now where's the yak?" I inquired, once my laughter subsided. Dirty Harry rolled his eyes and motioned for me to follow him. We entered the small empty airport lobby and walked until we reached what would look like a broom closet to anybody else, but to me it was ten large. Harry opened the door and started rolling dollies my way to check the shipments. After making sure all my shit was there, I paid Harry and told him Peter would be by tomorrow to distribute.
Walking me out, Harry muttered, "Good luck with the mezza fanuk. Madonna mia, they don't make 'em like Billy anymore." Harry did the sign of the cross and kissed the gold medallion that hung around his neck.
Billy was Harry's Omerta partner. They both came up the ranks together and were a great team. A cleaner and a killer, best friends for life. Or until Billy got prostate cancer a year ago and passed.
Dirty Harry suffered a lot of loss in his life. That was part of the reason I flew solo. Less to lose.
As I walked to the Escalade, the oobatz fucker that was constantly up my ass decided to honk and waved goodbye to Harry. I might have had less to lose, but I was definitely at risk of losing my sanity.
"EC, why does your friggin' dog hate me?" Lauren whined as she lingered in the doorway. Bear was circling the perimeter, ready to pounce on the bitch. Maybe I should let him.
Nah, let me fuck her first.
I shrugged my shoulders, not answering. If I didn't want to get laid, I would have said maybe it was because of the Valley Girl voice and the cheap perfume, but I knew when to shut my mouth.
Now only if she'd just open hers.
I attempted putting the moves on her, but she kept whining. "EC, cut it. You left me outside your apartment the other night after you told me to come over." She waved her hands, causing her perfume to waft my way. Jesus, what did she do, bathe in the shit?
I put my hand behind my neck, sheepishly. I couldn't exactly tell her I was railing another chick. At least not right now, she was too pissed for my candidness.
"Yeah it was a crazy night." I moved to my bar area and started to pour a drink. Scotch neat. "You want?" I gestured to my liquor cabinet, and she shook her head..
After I took a sip of my drink, I set the glass on the bar and then stalked over to her. This small talk was painful for me after my week.
I looked around, her bag and coat were sprawled out like she owned the fucking place. I gave her a pointed look and moved it neatly to the entry table. How hard was it to keep a clean house? Sure, I had a housekeeper who came twice a week, but I still liked to do my own shit. I may ice people on the reg, but I kept a neat home.
I motioned for her to sit next to me on the sofa. She took a bite of the chocolate-covered strawberries I'd picked up from the store before coming home. Sue me, I had a sweet tooth.
She moaned dramatically, and I rolled my eyes and looked away from her blue eyes. I couldn't help when my thoughts went to a certain brown-eyed brunette.
"You're so tense, EC," she mentioned, repositioning herself on the couch to face me. "Can I give you a massage?"
I nodded. What I really wanted was some release, but maybe a massage would do me good. I liked foreplay as much as the next guy, but Lauren didn't require that shit. I really needed to lighten up.
She strutted behind the couch and ran her hands up and down my back. Then Lauren clutched my shoulders, digging deep into my stiff muscles. Closing my eyes, I tried to relax and enjoy her handiwork. Her fake nails jabbed me, making my eyes pop open. I reached behind me and grabbed her wrist. "Get on your knees," I commanded. Maybe a blow job would do the trick.
Scrambling around the couch, Lauren worked my belt buckle loose before popping the button on my slacks and pulling down the zipper. She pushed down into the flap and pulled my cock out of my boxers. Everything about this felt wrong all of a sudden. The bright red of her fake nails. The overdone makeup. Her fake tits that almost hit her chin, nipples all wonky and shit. Her bottled bleach-blond hair. Everything reminded me of what she was lacking. My dick was barely hard, which was so not like me. I was always ready. I wasn't sure why I thought calling and telling her to come over was a good idea. I needed a release so fucking bad, and she was always the most eager to please. She tried to kick up a shit about my ditching her, but I shut that shit down. She'd been riding my jock forever, and she and I both knew nobody fucked like me, so she wasn't likely to go looking elsewhere—not that I wasn't naïve enough to think she wasn't being dicked down by every Tom, Dick, and Harry in the organization most likely.
She stroked me, pouting her lips and trying to be sexy, but it just wasn't doing it for me. She wasn't what I wanted.
I closed my eyes and tried to picture Marie—Bella—that fucking twinkle in her chocolate brown eyes, the way her long mahogany hair felt wrapped around my fist as I fucked her tight cooz. My dick swelled at the thought of her wrapping her plump lips around me instead of the broad in front of me. We hadn't gotten the chance to have oral sex in the back of her SUV, but I could just imagine what it would feel like, how she'd take charge and suck me off like a champ. I gripped Lauren by the back of her head and started to fuck her mouth in earnest, my cock like steel as I pictured the feisty little brunette that I couldn't get out of my head. Lauren gagged as I made my way into her throat, and she tried to relax it to accommodate, but she was struggling. My thrusts grew rapid as I chased my release. As I plunged deeper, I pictured Bella's perfect tits, the way her nipples grew hard as I licked them, biting them with my teeth. How tight and wet and fucking perfect she was as she rode me. Before long, I felt my balls growing tight, and I shot my load off.
"Fuck, Bella. Take all my cum like a good little girl." I groaned as I continued to spurt.
A choking sound filled the room and the suction around my cock let up. I opened my eyes slowly, looking down to see a shocked Lauren on her knees, a scowl on her cum-soaked lips. She used her thumb to wipe up what had dribbled out, rising to stand in front of me.
I tucked myself back into my boxers, zipping myself up, and ran a hand through my hair.
"Did you like that, EC?"
"Yeah yeah. Thanks. Do you need me to get you an Uber?"
"What? That's it? What about me?"
I leveled her with a glare. This was why I had to stop messing with these chicks. Usually they knew their place, but sometimes they got out of hand.
She huffed, grabbed her shit, and slammed the door. I chuckled at her theatrics and walked over to grab my drink.
"It's safe, Bear," I called out. Fucking women.
The past few days, I'd been tailing Bella. No, it wasn't stalking her; I was doing research. The mind of this broad was an enigma, and I wanted to tail so I could tail her.
"You just don't quit. Can I make you a Hinge account?" Blondie snickered, with a mouth full of donut. He never stopped eating, bottomless pit.
I liked food as much as the next, but I had to workout religiously to stay in shape.
I had just picked him up, and we were clockin' Bella coming out of her house. She got into her ride and off we went.
"I don't want a fucking Hinge. Do you have rocks in your head?" Seriously, he never learned. Just don't talk to me.
I ran the red light, trying to keep tabs on her, and made a left on Fourth Ave. "Where are we going?" Blondie inquired, depositing another donut in his piehole.
I remained silent, praying he'd get the hint already. We drove for a few more minutes, and I was graced with silence.
"Isn't this Cigno territory?" he asked, dumbly. Bella parked in front of some Italian restaurant.
Fucker! I missed the next parking spot because of the big mouth next to me. Now I had to ride around the block. Enough of this shit. Something needed to be done about this dumbass.
"You know what I've had enough of—you. While I may not be able to clip you, one of the Cigno shitbirds can." I reached over, opened the passenger door, and shoved the greaseball out of my truck.
He stumbled, trying to gain his balance after being thrown from a moving vehicle. He was lucky that at least I slowed down.
"What the fuck, EC?" Alistair said as he knocked into a parked car, limping onto the sidewalk as I kept the car rolling down the street.
"Take that, fucker!" I yelled as I took a sharp turn around the corner.
I prayed to God he wasn't there when I got back from the more important business I needed to tend to.
Finally a parking spot opened up, and as soon as my whip was secure, I jumped out, looking for this chick, who I needed to get out of my system.
A large guy in a muscle tee was exiting the restaurant, as I was entering, and I held the door for him. See, I could be nice.
I spotted Bella sitting in a corner booth. There were papers strewn on the table, and she had a serious expression plastered on her face. She looked nothing like the carefree woman I had the pleasure of fucking. Her hair was up in a bun, kinda messy but cute? Shit, when did I use the word cute last? She was dressed pretty casually for this type of establishment but still nice nonetheless.
I slowly approached the table, adjusting my suit jacket. Gotta keep up appearances.
Clearing my throat, I waited for her to look at me, and when she did, I felt this warm and fuzzy feeling I hadn't felt before. Fuck, I hope Alistair wasn't sick.
"Bella." I smirked, extending my hand to where she was sitting for her to shake.
She looked at me in surprise; actually she looked a little shocked. But she also seemed resigned and maybe pleased. "Wow, you just don't give up, do you? So are you here to insult more of my friends or maybe you've decided to move on to my family members?"
"Well it depends on who your family is, or if any of your other friends are guys…" I said, bemused.
A glint of concern flashed in her eyes when I mentioned her family, but she quickly regained a neutral expression.
"Oh, Edward, I never would have pegged you for someone that got jealous," she replied, her lips wrapping around my name, making me hard.
I chuckled. Jealous. I'd never been jealous a day in my life, and I certainly wasn't going to start now. "I think you're flattering yourself. You're confusing jealousy with not wanting to have your other fucks thrown in my face." She didn't offer me a place to sit down, so I wasn't about to test my luck.
"Look, I can see you're not going to go away easily, but if you want to continue this, we need to take this outside. This is my dad's restaurant, and I can't get caught talking to you," she said, her tone turning serious.
"Oh big bad dad gonna pop me?" I said with a grin.
"No, but he can make my life hell. Let's just go outside." She stood from the booth and pulled on a sweater.
"I can think of a few ways to keep you warm, Bella." I followed after her, the heels of my shoes squeaking against the linoleum. Maybe all she needed was a reminder of how good we were together.
A/N: So, Jasper was right and Edward went after Bella again. Are we starting to figure out who Edward is and who Bella is? Who is ready for the drama to unfold. Leave a review and let us know your thoughts.