Chapter 13
The Good The Bad and the Hungry
Thank you for all the reviews! It's been fun hearing from so many of you. I know I say this all the time but I really can't believe all the readers this story has. It means a lot! Please know that even when I don't post, I still work on it. I'm on vacation now – so hopefully things will roll a little faster.
Okay so - first please forgive any typos and know that it's 3 am while I'm posting this. My brain works best at night but my eyes can't always keep up (**Shrugs**)
Second – you're entitled to hate all you want. Believe me I know I am an epic fail and I won't bother with my long list of excuses. You should know though that I totally skipped out on lounging at the pool to do this today!
Third – this happens to be unlucky chapter 13. It's a long ass chapter but I had a lot of ground to cover so hang on tight and just remember you can't have a rainbow without clouds….
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E-POV
Pulling off the street into the back parking lot, I rolled up next to Jake before heading inside the restaurant. JC's was a smaller, out of the way establishment I opened several years back. I left the name the same – I figure if it isn't broke, don't fix it.
I've never regretted this purchase. It was a good investment and turned a decent buck.
We walked around the side of the brick-red building and from the sidewalk we descended the short staircase to enter the dimly lit space.
It wasn't much to look at on the outside but on the inside it was decent size, with two larger a joining dining rooms, each with full bar service and an additional smaller dining area sectioned off in the back. The smaller dining section was only used when it got busy.
With live entertainment, Friday and Saturday nights are always busiest.
Weekdays are always steady with Tuesday being the quietest. Five O'clock tended to bring in a regular crowd grabbing a few after work.
Regulars tended to sick with their own – so you're not going to be making any new friends here.
Peeking up through her eyelashes and greeting me with a small smile, Gianna took two menus and turned. "Right this way, please."
She immediately had Jake's attention and with an appraising eye, Jake stopped, swatted my chest with the back of his hand and mouthed 'damn'.
Gianna led us to a seat in the far corner behind the bar. I gave her points for remembering my usual spot. Give me a booth over a table any day. Booths are more private. I go to a restaurant, I want to enjoy my meal, not everyone else's.
I also prefer my space – the ability to spread out.
Which is something Tanya never understood. We'd go out and she'd plant her ass right next to me. You've got two people eating, sitting cramped, bumping elbows and half the booth unoccupied – fuck that.
I need my space for my coffee, napkins, silverware, water, phone - and I sure as fuck don't want to be craning my neck to the left all night to have a simple conversation.
I sit down with someone, doesn't matter who, I want to see their face.
Gianna set two menus on the table and was quick to retreat but changed her mind midstride and turned on her heel. She walked back to our table with a meek determination. "Um…" She cleared her throat and briefly looked up before looking back down at the table again. "Mr. Cullen, I just wanted to – um…" Her eyes flicked to Jake before landing on me. "…thank you for this. For the job I mean. Things are bad out there right now and I just wanted you to know I really appreciate the opportunity." She paused and I waited for her to continue. "I promise I won't let you down."
"We'll see how the week plays out." Nodding at the direction of the door, I pointed out the customers waiting. "And right now it ain't playin' so good. You get paid to be over there, at that front door - smiling for whoever the fuck walks in."
Wide hazel eyes looked back at me as she stuttered out something apologetic then scurried back to the front which was fine with me. Her drama wasn't my concern. She didn't get the job out of sympathy. I had a need and she was available and fit the criteria.
Jake appreciatively watched our hostess retreat from our table. "I don't recall seeing her here before and I know I'd remember."
I looked over to the new hostess and smiled back at Jake. "Gianna? She's new – just started last week."
"She's cute."
During her interview, Gianna came off as nice, a bit coy but not overly aggressive. She had a nice smile – it was genuine and would sooth the sore eyes that typically walked through that door looking to drown out their day's sorrows in a few watered down drinks.
From a business perspective having a sweetheart at the front door can be very lucrative.
It's always profitable for customers to see a girl they want to sleep with. Fresh meat – the kind that hasn't been spoiled that's what keeps them coming back.
And I should know
Just like any business, everyone is paid in two coins: cash and experience. Take the experience first; the cash will come later.
Carlisle lived by these words.
And just like his father before him, Carlisle made damn sure I worked every industry from the ground up – both legit and otherwise so that when I was young I was his eyes, and when I grew up; his arms.
He started me off as a bus boy when I was fourteen at one of the restaurants he acquired from some fuck unlucky enough to be the third asshole to piss him off one day.
Since then I've done everything from severing limbs to securing multi-million dollar investments and learned no lesson more important than this: If you know an animal's habits then you know what it eats and also where it shits.
Put a piece of hot ass at a front door and these animals eat it up. They'll pay just about anything to entertain the chance of getting their fuckin' cock smoked by a pair of tits wearing red.
It takes one to know one and I recognize that greedy look no matter how smooth the fucker is.
And this is why Gianna is at that front door.
She was hired on the spot, pending the results of a thorough background check.
Before hiring Gianna, I considered asking Bella if she'd want the job – to make things a little easier for her. She won't easily accept my money – in fact she flat out refuses, which, to an extent, I can respect even if I don't understand. This would have been a way for me to help her out as it'd pay more than her job at the café, her tips included.
The thought of Bella, dressed-up at the entry, on display so to speak and smiling for every piece of shit coming through the door, didn't sit well with me.
On the other hand, it also didn't sit well that this was bothersome.
I had been fucking the girl before Gianna and didn't give two shits about it then. I was in unfamiliar territory here and this particular notion wasn't something I felt like getting into so I filed that shit away for another day.
"What happened to the other one?" Jake circled his fingers in the air. "What's her name?"
"Tatianna." Before hiring Gianna, I had been banging Tatianna on and off but our arrangement was no longer working for me so I fired her. I shrugged. "We went out for a little while and like all things do - it ended."
Jake leaned back – not needing to hear the beginning, middle or end of that story to know how it played out.
With that same fucking smirk on his face I've seen since grade school. That one eyebrow smiley smirk – he knows exactly what I'm talking about.
That smirk is fucking priceless; saved us hours of needless conversation throughout the years.
Jake has been around long enough to know it's always the same fucking shit. He could retrieve any archived memory of any female and just swap the name because it's always the same beginning, same drama, and same damn ending.
Knowing already, he states more than asks, "With you it's always in what you don't say. So you were done and she hates you?"
Chuckling that he has to ask, "What are you gonna do? Occupational hazard." I thought for a minute. "Either way she had to go – I don't need the added bull shit."
Feeling like my body was running on fumes, I toss a menu at Jake, "You hungry – cuz you buying."
Tatianna was fuckin' hot but an uptight bitch when she started here – and to this day the only cherry my dick has popped.
Thought she was above everyone. Walking around here on some high fuckin horse.
All she needed was a little persuasion - nothing more than a simple illusion.
And no illusion is more addicting than the illusion of power.
Put a good enough magician in the room and he can make any panties disappear.
At my request, Tatianna helped choose the entertainment for the club; pick out the evening's featured wine – or whatever the fuck…I'd call her back to my office and her eyes would light up with this glow that I sometimes see in Bella's, as she diligently looked over the choices and very carefully made her selections.
I may never get an honorable mention for the upstanding citizen of the year award, but neither of us left that deal empty handed. I got to work her pussy like it had its own timecard and in return she got to brag about having the power to decide what the fuck people would be listening to at the club that Saturday night. And even though her "decision" was about as important as the fucking tag on a mattress, she felt powerful.
In control.
And that feeling is just as addictive as crack.
People chase it at any cost.
This sentiment is true throughout history. Just look at fuckin' Mussolini.
He knew.
He spread his armies – Tatianna spread her legs.
Same fucking difference.
Looking over the menu, I'm so fucking hungry I don't know if I want breakfast, lunch or dinner. I keep going back and forth – flipping through the pages looking at the 2 by 2 glossies, each making my mouth water more than the last.
Chicken Florentine, Veal Parmesan, Spaghetti and Fucking Meatballs.
What the fuck; everything looks so damn good I could throw a dart at the menu and make just as satisfying of a decision as any. The meatball sandwich was always a good standby choice. Maybe not too exciting, but when you're indiscriminately hungry who the fuck cares. It was fast, filling, and hard to fuck up. It gets the job done and leaves you satisfied.
On the other hand, Shrimp Diavalo was looking pretty fucking tempting. Good if you're in the mood for something feisty with a spicy kick, but it can have a tendency to have its way with you in the end.
As I reviewed the menu my eyes dashed frantically around surveying all the options my establishment had to offer but mentally noting my top two picks. It was about this time that I came across the amusing realization that food is just like women.
Each option so fucking tempting and so hard to choose which you want to try. Tanya. She was the shrimp diavolo hands down. Spicy and fucking hot, but had an after kick that could derail a freight train. The meatball sandwich on the other hand, that would definitely go to this girl Rachel I used to fuck every now and then. A good standby screw. Boring but always available and always satisfied you in the end.
Jake's voice jilted my amusing thought bringing me back to the decision at hand.
"You know what you're getting Skip?"
"Yeah, I'm either going with the meatball sandwich or the shrimp diavolo. What are you getting?"
"Locked in on the Chicken Marcella."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Gianna glide those long legs across the floor to make her way over to our table. This section was currently closed and without an assigned waitress, Gianna stepped up. I liked the initiative. She approached our table, no doubt ready to take our order but by the look plastered on Jake's mug he most likely forgot his somewhere between her thighs and her tits.
Gianna pulled up to our table with her notepad in her hand and a sharpened pencil ready to carve out every detail of our orders. Those wide hazel eyes seemed to play hide and seek behind that batting curtain of lashes as they bounced back and forth between me and Jake.
I made a mental note - this girl is fucking good.
Those are the kind of eyes any guy wants to see looking up at him from waist level and I can tell by Jake's face that he would sure as hell like to play hide n seek with her a few times.
The girl's voice is soft and mimics the same coy shyness that is played up by her eyes.
"Are you guys ready to order? I can give you more time if you like."
Jake was the first to speak up which I was happy for because while he was busy trying to recall what the fuck he wanted to eat and croak out his order; I was still debating between the Spicy Tanya Diavolo or the Rachel Sandwich.
Jake cleared his throat to insure his voice would present itself well, "I'll have the uh…chicken marsala, please " Somewhere between Jake's ordering of salad dressing and the soup dour I decided on the Tanya – spicy and dangerous but well worth the experience.
"And for you, Mr. Cullen?"
The Diavalo was on the tip of my tongue but as my eyes rolled over the glossy page once more – I had second thoughts. Neither Tanya nor Rachael seemed appealing or able to sate my hunger.
More tempting was the roast of lamb with baby potatoes.
It's tender and juicy and currently fit the bill.
"Bring me the Abbacchio al Forno. Same on the salad and the soup." Picking up on Jake's frown, I smiled at Gianna as I handed her the menus and added a please at the end.
Gianna nodded her head as she scribbled fast on her notepad. Jake watched her retreating form then turned back to me. "Thanks for lookin' out man – wallet was getting a bit heavy."
Smiling big I picked up my glass for a drink. "What can I say? It's the one that finally got me in the end. It's like Monopoly – you just happen to land on chance and draw the hungry boss card." I took another drink then added, "Maybe next time you'll land on free parking."
We shared a laugh and moved on to the topic at hand.
"Hate to be the cloud in the storm but uh…" Jake slid a copy of the Tribune across the table and tapped the headlines. "…did you see this?"
After a quick glance, I folded the newspaper, closing up the front page headlines and set it aside.
Nobody would be winning any journalism awards for an article about a junkie stripper found dead. There isn't a reporter in Chicago who hasn't been there already. However, when the deceased was an employee of mine and brought cops asking questions, that news became more interesting.
"He's a thorn in your crown and you've got that look. You're gonna do it – aren't you?"
Thinking about my response – how much I wanted to divulge, I leaned back and crossed my arms behind my head. Leaning this far back I had a nice view of the ceiling. Looking at nothing made it easier to think about everything.
My mind was never quiet – always thinking.
"That rotten apple is gonna have his core taken out."
"And you think Carlisle will just give you the go ahead to pop a cop?"
When it came to hits there were rules – more like unwritten understandings. It doesn't matter that they weren't inked out, they were expected to be followed just the same.
Rule number one – no cops.
"You let me worry about Carlisle." Smiling over at Jake, I added, "That's why they pay me the big bucks."
"You're the boss. I don't mean any disrespect…just make sure you're thinking with your head-" Jake taps his forehead. "…up here. Feel me?"
Where I come from death is a form of currency. This, however, wasn't about money and Jake knew it.
Before I was promoted and given my own crew, I started out as a runner, after proving myself I moved up to hitman.
To me it was just a job, my business – of course one that paid well. I worked long hours and in dangerous places – so that money was well earned.
I made my hits and that's it.
To date I have sent sixteen deserving men to their early graves.
I can remember each man that I hit.
I can give you the order.
The details.
Even the weather on the day I made the hit.
Number nine, for example, was a gambler who was discovered passing info along to the feds. I caught him in a small bar and blasted him with a .38. It was snowing that day- two days after Valentine's Day, it was dark and I was wearing dark pants and a dark shirt.
I remember him.
I remember them all.
You never really forget but I don't waste my time thinking about it either.
I have no second thoughts.
No recriminations
For me their just jobs and when I've finished my work I go home and go to sleep just like everybody else.
Now, I have my own crew - men to do that for me.
Very good and very thorough men.
Men you hope and pray you don't see – cuz if you do they'll be the last thing you see.
While I prefer my current position – the respect, the pay, sometimes I still get an itch to be back out on the streets. It's a rush, better than any powdered lines could bring.
"Next time I get called in, who knows–" I shrugged. "I'm being measured, either for a bigger chair or for a bigger box."
"Whatever you decide, bro, I'm with you – so better make that box a double wide." I nodded accepting Jake's loyalty.
I looked to my phone. "Well speak of the devil."
Jake raises his eyebrows, "Nicky?"
Finding Nicky's eagerness amusing I chuckled. "Who else?"
Taking Nick's call, Jake took the opportunity to take a walk. He didn't have to walk too far – the door was just around the corner.
Specifics aren't discussed on the phone. Over the phone you never discuss matters that are intended for a select audience so our conversation was brief.
Jake and I head over to meet with Nicky and Emmett. With a shit eating grin, Jake shuts the car door behind him, and holds out his palm, a small slip of paper folded between his wiggling fingers.
"Yeah? Score." Starting the Escalade, I pull away from the curb. "Don't let the wind catch it."
Jake laughs as he tucks Gianna's number into his pocket and lights a smoke.
The drive isn't long and in the back of my mind I hope this meeting is quick.
Emmett's been up my ass about this deal with Riley. Riley wanted to prove his worth – make a name for himself and possibly get connected. He got a tip that the CPD kept an evidence locker off the premises. It was an old warehouse where confiscated drug money was being kept.
An easy 5.5 million to be exact.
The catch was that it was scheduled to be relocated by the end of the month.
This was tricky. It didn't allow for a lot of prep time.
In addition to there being a tight time line, I didn't know Riley.
I'm skeptical of everyone.
Though some would call this paranoia, in my line of work it's essential.
When we add a new guy to the payroll, I'm always a bit leery. You want trust – you have to earn it first.
They say welcome with open arms, but I've seen too many guys let their arms out, and then it's, 'Put your hands up.'
"This Riley, how well do you know him?"
"What do you want to know – he's cool. I said he was a stand-up guy – I didn't say I fucked him."
"Where you stick your dick isn't my business. Laurant checked into a few things – what Riley says checks out. We go ahead and do this – it's my way. If I say we pull out though, that's it – game over. And as for Caisus…" I thought for a minute. "fuck him. We do the work – I'm not dropping shit in his lap."
This job felt right. It was a gut feeling – but one you learn to listen to.
Emmett nodded in agreement. "You present it to Carlisle, paint it up a little bit. This is going to earn some big money. For us first…" I looked back into his eyes, understanding he meant cutting Caius out of the deal.
Caius was boss of the west side and the streets where this particular warehouse was located. It was right to give Caius his piece – his due. If Caius's crew hit on our streets, it'd be expected that they'd kick up a percent to us.
There'd be blood shed if they didn't.
There was enough territory to go around, and to try and abuse someone else's – do what Emmett was suggesting could cause a full on war.
Feeling the tension build in my shoulders, I took a deep breath and looked past Emmett – further down the street. Emmett's eagerness was beginning to piss me off. It was easy for him to throw his two cents in because any outcomes wouldn't affect him.
He had an affiliation to the family – as associate only.
What did he have to worry about? It wasn't his hands that would be getting dirty and if things got fucked it wouldn't be him stuck in the middle of a war.
He'd be sitting in the comforts of his own office catching up on paper work and stuffing a sandwich down his throat.
There are many associates ranging from cops and lawyers to nickel and dime street punks – while they're not official members of the organization, they're necessary connections.
Every member in this thing of ours is capable of doing many different things, but each is an expert in at least one area. Some guys are great bookmakers. Others are crafty smugglers.
Nick Petone? He'd be considered multi-talented.
An accomplished head hitter and a criminal mastermind bound into one crazy mother fucker with a mad love for expensive cars.
Robbery came second nature to Nicky – there isn't a safe he can't crack, lock he can't pick, or security system he can't override. He operated quick and clean – always stealing a fast, high end car to drive to the targeted destination, only to dump it within a few blocks and light it up shortly after.
Few men are lucky enough to say they love what they do for a living – Nicky was one of those lucky bastards and actually got his rocks off about it. He relished the intensity that came with planning a job almost as much as reaping the profits from the heist.
Being able to break into whatever he wanted and get away with it ….well to him it was like a big F.U. The more challenging the job the bigger the F.U.
Nicky had been playing a game of chance for months - always landing on lucky squares. This last time, however, he drew a 'Go –to-Jail' Card.
Nick Petone spent a few in Statesville for assault and theft. He got into it with some fucking low life over a double parked car. Petone blocked this guy's car and this dumb fuck leans on the horn.
Again and again.
Nicky saw red rats, meaning he went temporarily crazy.
Nicky yanked him out of his car and smacked him around a little bit, then reached into his shirt pocket and took $325 cash – out of spite rather than need.
A fee he charged for the extra aggravation.
This guy ended up in the ER - 56 stitches, a shattered elbow and a wired jaw later, questions were raised about the discrepancies between the report the responding cops wrote and the ER findings. Later that night the cops came and, with their sincere apologies, arrested Nicky. The case had taken a few remarkable turns – unusual is usual in Family cases and by the time it was over he got 2 years.
Statesville wasn't like a city jail. It was a long term home for hard-core criminals. At Statesville, there were two sets of laws: institutional and inmate. The trick was to not offend either and do your time as peaceably as possible.
Petone did just that and when all was said and done he served 18 months.
While on the inside, "Mafia Row" extended its umbrella of protection to Nicky, as it does with all inmates with 'Family' ties. It introduced him to the prison's underground economy, its bookmaking operation, and its network of friendly 'hacks' who could be counted on for certain favors.
He did what he had to do – getting by day to day. Now he was out and more than ready to get back into his 'normal' life.
Leaning against the Escalade, I lit a smoke and waited as Nick made his way down the crowded sidewalk. As he quickly approached with his arms held out, I nodded my head in Nick's direction and leaned in to return the back pat. "You did good – welcome back."
"I'm no rat. I may be a lot of things, and I feel some Catholic guilt about a few of them, but I'm no fucking rat."
"Like I said, you did good. You got your cherry popped, didn't tell them shit and took what they gave you like a man. You enjoy your vacation?"
"Yeah – it was fucking wonderful. Had everything – cockroaches and check this …" He gestured to himself, "… I even had my own pet rat – you fucking believe that? True fucking story." He chuckled and hit my shoulder. "…your kinda place."
I scoffed as I took a drag of my smoke.
Nick gestured to himself and looked between Emmett and Jake. "Am I right or am I right?"
I have never had to do real time.
The closest thing I've ever come to doing time was a two-night shift in a holding cell before my lawyer got me out on a constitutional technicality, but I never stayed long enough to get my own jumpsuit.
Fuck, the ink on my papers wasn't even dry and I was walking out the front door.
Emmett patted Nick's shoulder. "Glad you're out, man."
"You get your booty played?" Jake asked from the side of his mouth as he lit up and looked at Nick over his flame.
"Fuck no! I kept my ass to the wall and my mouth shut – took each day at a time." Nick's word was good – he did keep his mouth shut. I had a few guards on payroll that kept their ears to the grapevine and reported back to me. He mostly kept to himself and had a total of three visitors - one being his attorney, which is not unusual.
Petone gave Emmett a sideways glance, "You miss me?"
With this heist becoming a possibility, Emmett has been counting down the days to Nick's release. There was no way he'd pass up a chance to dick with the cops and Emmett knew it. He'd see it as his right – a due for rotting away in the slammer for the last couple months.
Of course it doesn't matter how hard Nick's dick gets over it, I still have the final say.
"Yeah, I'm all choked up over here. Missed your lilac smelling cologne."
"You know what I missed? Fuck – my first night? Dinner was some fucking fish sticks, macaroni and cheese, some mushy beets and a salad. Oh, yeah a little squirt of lime jell-o for dessert. Fucking mockery if I ever saw one. Far cry from the hearty feasts over at Rosebuds – stuffed clams, veal marsala, spaghetti carbonara….Christ, I could fucking eat!" He laughed and patted Emmett's stomach. "Don't look like you're skipping many meals!"
"I'm doing alright – don't worry about me. How 'bout you? You got your head on straight now?"
"What can I say? I like to crack fucking heads – put 'em in the dumpster. Had a little fun - I love batting practice. I go regular, ya' know?"
"Come on, let's take a walk." Me and Nick headed up the side walk a short ways.
Nick lit his own smoke.
Nicky was on parole, and in public, claimed he was a reformed man, read a lot of books and is ready to turn over a new leaf – play it straight or some bull shit.
In private he went straight to Carlisle, ready to pick up things where he left off.
"Your PO, has he stopped in, checked on you since you've been out?"
"What he? She's a fucking broad and tries to bust my balls at every turn."
I laughed. "Your PO is a woman?"
"Eh –" He held up his hand. "I'm not looking to get confirmation on that. A year I've been beating my own dick like it owes me money and I still wouldn't touch that."
"Don't let her sweat you."
"What am I gonna do? She's got her nose so far in my crotch I can't even take a shit without her knowing about it."
"You need to show proof of employment – it's a condition of your parole. Time to make an honest citizen out of you – " I gave his back a pat. "AJ is gonna put you on the books over at his palce."
"Fuck that – I'm nobody's fucking work horse!"
"You punch the card and you go – report back to me. In case someone starts asking questions, stick around for a few; toss out a few good mornings maybe throw down a fucking donut – whatever, then you bounce."
"And when Janet fucking Reno comes sniffing around?"
"AJ's instructions are simple: You're out on a run. Not sure when you'll be back. Simple as that."
"Yeah, whatever you say."
After I briefed Nick on the dynamics of the heist, I was pleased to see he was so eager. Not that it'd make one bit of a fucking difference. A job is a job. When you're part of a crew you don't pick the job – you do the job you're told to do.
We walked back and Emmett looks up. "What's good? We good to go?"
Nicky nodded, his wheels already turning behind those beady eyes. "What's the take?"
"You're piece…" I smiled finding amusement in him hanging. The suspense was killing him and I knew the figure was impressive and by far the biggest score he's had to date. "…500 grand – give or take a few."
Nick whistled and his eyes lit up with the possibilities. "Man, half a million, my old man didn't make that in a lifetime."
Jake chuckled. "Mine either – he sure as fuck owed that though."
"Okay-enough." Breaking up their conversation, I pointed my fingers to Nicky. "You." My fingers stabbed the air – punctuating my words. "You go see AJ – do it now not later." Then looking over at Emmett, "You I'll catch later."
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Jake and I sat at the back of the cafe near the window. I always sit facing the door; I like to see who comes and goes – that way you don't get caught by surprise. Some piece of shit with a grudge walks up – I'm not just sitting around with my dick in my hand.
I'm not gonna fucking lie though – from this seat I also get to watch Bella. Sitting back, I let my arm lazily drape over the back of my chair and watch as Bella smiles and makes small talk with some fat sap wrapped up in a cheap suit, two sizes too small. I know she knows I'm watching her because her cheeks heat up and she sucks back on that plump bottom lip to hide her smile.
I like watching Bella – the way she moves, the way she smiles and talks. I also like getting a reaction from her - knowing that it's me who makes her glow like that.
She's too fucking cute for her own good.
Cheap suit continues talking with her, his eyes lighting up as she laughs along with him at something he –or she must have said. The few minutes she spends talking to him would no doubt be the highlight of his tired out day – and she has absolutely no fucking idea.
No idea the pull she has on other people.
You can't help but be drawn to her – even my own family.
I purposely didn't tell them about Bella because I wanted to see their unbiased reaction to her. It was touch and go at first – but Bella was a trooper. Despite the quizzical looks, she smiled and listened politely– I was truly proud of her.
It took Carlisle longer than the rest of my family to warm up to Bella. He sees her as a complication, an unnecessary liability. Her genuine sweetness eventually won him over. Having Bella there, at Nonna's birthday party, was the first time I didn't feel like an outsider in my own family, like a stranger looking in from the cold. Truth was I actually enjoyed it – being there with her and Adrianna.
Obviously stalling around, the fat guy laughed again at something being said and I couldn't help but think that he's no more immune to her than I am – the only difference being that she's mine.
The afternoon rush was over leaving the café semi empty.
Although he's dressed in plain clothes, by the way he carries himself, I know he's a cop.
I also know without a doubt that this mother fucker is James. I've seen him circle the club a few times – he's too smart to just walk in and manages to stay just beyond my reach. There isn't anything he'll find back at the club – he's just trying to get a reaction out of me while being a pain in my ass.
Bella hasn't noticed him come in.
Jake continues talking and, without taking my eyes off of James, I hold up two fingers to silence him. Jake looks over his shoulder before turning back to me, "He's got some fucking balls – coming in here like that."
"He's got a fucking death wish, that's what he's got." Before I tear myself up, Jake leans across the small round table and squeezes my shoulder, "Whoa, easy. I'm with you but be smart."
Bella comes around the counter, her eyes focused on the drinks she has balancing on the small round tray, and walks straight into James. The glasses tip, spilling all over the front of his shirt.
He looked down at his clothes. "You stupid fucking bitch," He seethed through clenched teeth.
His head snapped up to Bella and before his hand grabbed Bella's arm, shaking her and demanding an apology I was already moving. The chair scraps against the wooden floor as the force of my movements sends it flying back and skidding across the small space.
James forcefully backed Bella towards the storeroom near the delivery door. My eyes are on James as I quickly move towards them.
His hand squeezes her bare arm hard when he sees me approach. She tries to pull away but he yanks her back like a rag doll causing her to wince against the pain.
Stepping around back, I block the small corridor, penning him in. "What the fuck is this?"
"Um this-" she pulled her arm out of his now loosened grip and stepped back.
"What this is - is a private conversation. Mind your own business."
"Edward, I-"
I ignored Bella and spoke over her words. "There's no need to talk like that." Remaining civil took a huge fucking effort when everything in me wanted to break this fucker's jaw in two. My right fist reflexively clenched as I stepped closer.
"Edward." He says my name like he's just connected the fucking dots. He knows who I am. "I've been looking for you."
Stepping in front of Bella, I spread my arms out and stated, "I haven't been hiding. So you found me – very good police work by the way. Good to know my tax dollars are hard at work."
Bella's hands slid up my back and clenched the back of my shirt. "Please, Edward just let it go. It's fine now."
Turning to face Bella, I grasp her face in my palms and bend low to look into her frightened eyes. "No worries – okay?"
Her attention moved past my shoulder, over to James. "Don't look at him." Tilting her chin towards me, I refocused her attention. "Look at me, Bella." Her hands came up and held on to my forearms, small fingers clenching my sleeves. "No worries – "
Leaving Bella standing in the hall, I followed James out the delivery door in back. Of course Bella wouldn't stay put and followed close on my heels.
"Please Edward, it's not worth it. Please-" There was no reason for her to be this worked up. That's what he wanted.
He lit a cigarette and sneered. "She's good, isn't she? I've stuck my dick in enough sluts to know. She's sweet and fucks like a pro."
His words were meant to bait me – evoke a reaction. That's how cops worked.
I knew it even as I fisted my hand and stepped forward. I had every intention of knocking this guy flat on his ass but Jake approached fast, taking a spot just to my left and facing me with his right hand on my shoulder. "Whoa, Skip – take it easy."
I looked at my shoulder, then back at Jake. "Take your fucking hand off me."
"Yeah, ok." He was smart and did, holding his hand up, palm out instead. "Just think a minute. This isn't the time or the place – that's all I'm saying." No it wasn't the time but this piece of shit has run the fuck out of ticking sand.
"Edward, please don't. Please could you just –"
Glaring at James I barked at Bella, "Get inside."
James pointed at Bella. "She owes me an apology."
"You want an apology?" Her fault or not, he was one hundred percent out of his fucking mind if he thought Bella would be saying two fucking words to him.
I didn't give a fuck if she burnt his fucking retinas out – she wasn't apologizing. "You want an apology, I've got your apology-" I grabbed my crotch and sneered. "…right fucking here. " I raised my arms up at my sides. "You can suck your apology out of my dick. How's that for an apology?"
Jake held out his hand to Bella. "Hey, you don't want to be here. Come on." She walked towards Jake, then turned and looked nervously between me and this piece of shit.
Jake grasped Bella's hand. "Everything's all right. We're gonna go on in and let them talk." She shook her head at Jake's reassurances. I knew she wanted to hear it from me. I could feel her eyes on me looking for comfort but it wasn't something I could give her right now. Truth was I wanted to tear him limb from fucking limb – it was better for her if she did go with Jake.
Jake gently tugged on her hand and nodded in the direction of the back when she looked at him.
James looked at Bella – watching her with these crazed fucking eyes. Seeing but at the same time not really there. Reliving, remembering – yeah I really don't want to go there.
"Go inside with Jake. I'll be right there." I worked to keep the harshness out of my voice. That was the best I could offer her.
"Edward, I-?"
Always so fucking stubborn. "Bella. Get. Inside." Out of patience, my tone left no more room for arguing. She gave a half nod and turned to follow Jake.
I stepped closer to James and leaned in to talk low in his ear. "I hope you got someone to start your car for you."
His narrowed eyes shifted back to me, studying my expression. He knew I wasn't fucking around. "Threatening a police officer is a serious crime. You wanna know how serious?"
I laughed. "If you can prove it – and that's a big if."
"Yeah, there's laws. Probably won't believe this but they even got a law about murdering the city's finest." His condescending tone ate away at the last bit of my tolerance.
Lowering my voice – I stepped closer so he wouldn't miss a single word. "Don't fucking kid yourself. I drop you, nobody here would bat an eyelash. See, you probably won't believe this - but they love me. Know why? Because I'm beating the same system that fucks them every day." I shrugged then added an afterthought. A gut feeling I've been rolling around ever since Bella told me about her dad just up and leaving. "And in the end I'd be doing you a favor."
He skeptically snorted. "And how's that?"
"For a cop who burns cops - better to be carried by six then judge by twelve of your peers."
Not sure if I was bull shitting or not he paused to think. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah I do." Keeping my eyes trained on his. "Stay the fuck away from her. And so help me, if you put your hands on her again -"
"What?"
"You'll be on your cock sucking knees praying that it was car trouble that came down on you."
A car bomb would be too easy, too quick. He put his fucking greasy paws on Bella again it would be me that came down on him and I can promise three things: one there would be pain, two it would be long and drawn out and three only one of us would be walking away.
By no means was I ready to be finished.
No, I was far from finished with this piece of shit.
Again, not the time or the place. But his end was coming – sooner rather than later.
Turning away from James, I walked towards the back door, raised my hand and waved my middle finger.
Although it was difficult to hold a rational thought against the surge of anger, I had to agree with Jake – this was neither the time nor the place. I had to keep reminding myself of that. But I took great comfort knowing that when the time and the place were both opportune, I would make the wait worth my while.
As for right now I needed to pull it together long enough to play off the charade, the pretense that we had a man to man talk about seeing eye to eye on a few issues.
Nothing more – nothing less.
And this wasn't a problem Bella needed to worry about.
I walked back into the café and as anticipated, Bella was a fluster of questions.
She rattled them off at the same speed and temperament of a firing squad, with only brief pauses to catch her breath.
Though difficult, I instantaneously shed the part of me that wanted to put my fist through a fucking wall in order to be the person that Bella needed right now. I reiterated to her that all was fine and it was nothing more than a conversation and above all she didn't need to worry.
Half of this was true.
Though I didn't lie when I told Bella she had nothing to worry about, everything was not fucking fine and in the back of my head I knew full well that the "meaningless" conversation I presented to her was really the prelude and promise of James's painful demise.
But at the moment that didn't matter.
The immediate objective was to get Bella to calm down before she kissed the floor. There was no way I was fucking leaving, so I made myself comfortable and answered the questions I could. Bella listened to everything and commented with half skepticism but as the hours of her shift wound down she seemed to regain her confidence and feel more and more comfortable. I on the other hand – needed a chance to blow off the fucking steam I've squelched down for the past four hours.
I stayed until the end of her shift and drove her home.
"Are you coming up?"
"No." I turned in my seat to face a very tired looking Bella. "What I want you to do is go inside, I want you to take a hot bath – relax, take your time. Get dressed-up and at about 7:30 I'll swing by and we'll go to dinner."
She leaned back and frowned. "What are you gonna be doing?"
Swallowing down the anger bubbling below the surface I did my best to smile for her. "I'm gonna go put on my Sunday best –" Grabbing Bella's chin so she'd look me in the eyes. "…how am I gonna take out a beautiful lady lookin' like this?"
I kissed her nose and she pulled back again, her dark eyes clouded once again with worry. "You're gonna come back, right?"
There was still a nervousness in her voice so I tried to lighten the mood. "Of course. I've got a dinner date. Now you go on in there and get ready. We're gonna have a good night – just you and me."
She nodded then retreated to her building. Typically I'd walk her to her door – today I just needed to get the fuck out of there. I felt like I was racing my own anger, it was like a ticking fucking time bomb and I didn't want her around if it decided to go off.
Hands at two and ten I drove away from her building conspicuously calm. But as soon as I knew my car was out of sight, I punched the fucking gas and lit up the street.
Taking corners at reckless speeds, my tires squealed against the strain and echoed off neighborhood buildings. It served as a sort of sick therapy to envision that son of a bitch's face being roasted under the heat of my tires. And in my head, the squealing of my reckless driving was transformed into the wild desperate screams of a stuck pig.
No surprise - I made it back to my house in record time. Abusively throwing my car in park, I made a quick exit and retreated to the seclusion of my own home. The comforting façade that not more than twenty minutes ago helped Bella feel completely at ease, faded quickly and turned into an outward eruption of pure rage.
There are very few times in my life I can remember feeling an anger this intense. As I forcefully pulled and expelled the air out of my lungs, I could feel my pulse swelling and retreating like a tide of fury in my ears.
As I made my way to the bathroom, to wash away the now forming beads of sweat, the mirror catches my attention and immediately I feel my insides fucking snap.
Without warning something inside of me just gives and just as if an outside force had spun me around and drew my arm back, I cold cocked the fucking dry wall with every ounce of wrath that had been boiling below the surface.
The plaster cracked, molding to my hand and taking another angry blow. The release felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I could fucking breath again. My fist abused the ruined wall some more, bang after bang echoing in the small confines. Putting my weight behind each punch I gave each and every one all I had.
Pound for pound these blows would have taken Tyson to his fucking knees. And had I been in better spirits I would have impressed myself with it. But all things considered, I realized that I needed to focus on getting ready for dinner.
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The bright red and blue lights lit up the dark interior of my car and bounced off my rear view mirror making me squint against the harsh reflection.
I knew the drill so I pulled over, put the Escalade in park and rested my hands on the steering wheel while I waited.
His flashlight bounced over the interior of the car before slowly shining over me making me squint against the harsh contrast. The light lingered on my face before he leaned down and rested his arms across the door. "You know why I pulled you over?"
"No…" I chuckled and purposely pulled back. "…but I'm sure you're gonna tell me."
James didn't say anything at first, as he looked back towards the cross street I had just passed.
He took his time before speaking, probably spinning some bull shit reason as to why he pulled me over. "You went through a yellow light back there."
"And?"
"Yellow means slow down not speed up."
I shook my head and laughed.
"What's this?" He picked up the flowers I had picked up for Bella at the florist and checked out the card. "You like poetry?"
I scoffed. "Yeah, how's this – green is the grass, yellow is the chick. I wanna poke out your eyes with my dick, you fuck."
"You think you're real funny."
"Fuck you."
Setting the flowers aside, James's smile was big and fake. "I'm gonna need to see your license."
"Whatever." I leaned to the side and dug my wallet out of my back pocket.
Before I could slip my license out of my wallet, this motherfucker grabbed it and flipped it open.
"In a hurry?"
When he didn't respond I looked over to see he spotted the picture I had tucked in there of Bella.
Esme had taken a bunch of pictures from my grandmother's party and I had been going through them when I spotted that picture and pocketed it. Bella was sitting outside with her elbow resting on the patio table and her chin propped in her palm. I'm not sure who she was talking to when it was taken, but the smile she wore lit up her whole face. From the camera angle, it was obvious Bella didn't know her picture was being taken and for me that was part of the appeal. She wasn't posing; she just looked like herself…angel eyes, innocent blush and sweet smile.
Now if you flipped that plastic sleeve, you'd see the second picture I had pocketed.
A snapshot of Adrianna on my lap and Bella feeding me Nonna's birthday cake. I hardly recognized myself in the picture.
It was the smile.
I don't remember ever looking so genuinely happy.
I actually liked that picture a lot.
He stood with his eyes transfixed on her photo like he was in some kind of daze. "…those sweet lips. Not a night goes by when I don't think about those full lips…"
He wasn't necessarily talking to me, it was more to himself, like I wasn't even there and he was having some kind of private moment with Bella. His eyes were glazed over, raking over the picture of Bella I had in my wallet as his thumb continuously caressed the plastic sleeve.
He snapped out of his fucking daydreams when I grabbed for my wallet. His arm was quick to yank it away as he went back to eye fucking Bella.
I had to look away. Instead I looked out the windshield and gritted my fucking teeth.
"You wearing a badge and all…I'd figure you know it's against the law to-"
"You know what? You're lucky - I don't feel like handing out any tickets tonight." He stood, looking down at me now. "But…what I do feel like is giving some food for thought." His hand shook my wallet. "Next time you're sucking on those sweet lips, ask yourself this: How does my dick taste?" With a sharp flick of his wrist he whipped my shit back through the window and walked away.
All I saw was motherfucking red.
My grip was so tight; I thought I'd break the fucking steering wheel. With great fucking effort, I kept my hands locked around the wheel because I was two breaths away from getting out of my car and breaking his fucking face and I could give a fuck who saw.
I looked down at my lap, where the wallet was still open to Bella.
Suddenly this picture did not have the same appeal it had not more than five minutes ago. It was like the whole image morphed and with it took on a whole new interpretation. Now, her eyes looked a little less angelic, those rosy cheeks took on a freshly fucked look and that adorable smile that I always found so captivating turned into a flirtatious sneer.
I couldn't stand to look at it anymore and threw that fucking shit clear across the car.
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Sometime after I made it to Bella's. "Hey, you-" Bella kissed my cheek. Trying to put James's words out of my head, I forced a tight smile – hating that I wanted to wipe my cheek off. "I missed you." The sincerity in her voice, that sweetness fucking irked me and I couldn't help but grind my teeth. "What took so long?"
"I made a quick stop by the club-" I didn't want to look at her, not right now. There was too much shit going on inside my head. "A couple of the guys showed up…I got busy, lost track of time." I lied and pulled on to the street.
"Oh." I could hear the disappointment in her voice and I felt like an asshole. "Is everything all right?"
Now there was a fucking question.
The fucking million dollar question.
Nothing was all right.
Everything was different.
I wanted to re-do the last five hours of my life and put a bullet in that mother fucker's head right there in the middle of that alley – before things went to shit.
Witnesses be damned.
Looking over my shoulder to change lanes, I answered distractedly, "Uh-huh."
"Um…okay." I could feel her eyes on me, trying to read my expression.
Soft fingertips reached out and brushed over my bruised knuckles. "What happened to your hand?"
I flexed my hand, feeling the tightness from the swelling in the joints. "Nothing – I tripped on the stairs and knuckled it is all."
"It looks painful – does it hurt much?"
Taking my hands off the wheel so she'd stop touching me – I flexed my fingers again. "Nah, its fine."
With the corner of my eye I saw her fidget in her seat, nervously picking at the hem of her halter. Something she does when she's uneasy.
When her fingers stopped twiddling around and her body tensed, I knew she had spotted the flowers.
There was a short pause before she commented. "These are pretty." She picked up the flowers but was polite enough not to read the attached card – cliché as it was.
"Some guy was selling them on the corner –" I shrugged. "… figured I'd help him out."
"May I ask for they're for," she asked guardedly, like she was afraid of the answer. Her added politeness only added to the tension building in the car.
Still avoiding her, I looked left before turning right onto Jackson Blvd. "I guess you - if you want 'em."
"Really? I love lilies!" She took a big whiff. "They smell so nice."
"Yeah? Good to know." I already knew she loved lilies, specifically the orange kind and had ordered them special. I don't know, I figured after the shit earlier today they'd be a nice surprise.
She checked out the attached card and I wish I'd tossed them out the window.
"Thank you."
"Like I said, I was helping out a guy."
"Still – it was really nice of you."
I had nothing more to say. I forced the corners of my mouth up and put on the radio.
Dinner was long and I found myself frequently getting up and heading to the bathroom for a quick bump. Before going to Bella's, I made a quick detour and railed a couple of fat lines just to clear my fucking head. The smaller bumps helped maintain the high and put off the inevitable crash – though the comedown is gonna be a bitch later.
After dinner I was ready to take her home.
I just wanted some space – away from her to think. We got into the car, my hand rubbing the dull pain in my chest, a tugging that has been there for most of the day and I headed back towards her place.
The dull ache persisted as I dug around the counsel.
"What are you looking for?
"Tums. I've got fucking heartburn and took 'em off Emmett." My hand fished around some more. "He eats like he has an asbestos lined stomach and two assholes."
I was being serious but she seemed to find this funny. I wasn't in a laughing mood and she quick to quit when I stopped what I was doing and looked over at her in annoyance.
Bella can always tell when something's wrong. And knowing that I usually like it and find it calming, she grazed her fingertips along my shoulder her fingers stroking the back of my neck, making small feather light circles just beneath my hairline.
In one way her fingers, the soft touch felt nice and seemed to sooth my insides. On the other hand I didn't want her to touch me. She played with the back of my hair, sending small tingles through my body and awakening my dick.
Eh, what the fuck, as long as she's in the mood to play, I got something else she can play with.
I turned around and headed back the other way. "Where are we going?"
"My place." I didn't figure any further explanation was necessary.
She was unusually quiet and I found myself thankful for the reprieve.
I parked off the curb and followed her inside. She stood quiet while I checked the mail, taking a minute to weed through the junk ads.
Bella bent to take off her shoes, my eyes following her curvy legs up. The skin around my dick began to tighten as I felt my blood rush into my newly forming erection. Looking at the few bills in my hand, I could see Bella still struggling with the straps of her shoes. "Get upstairs."
Surprised by my tone she looked up. "Yeah?"
As she leaned over, her dress hung low and my eyes raked over her every curve before landing on her darkened eyes. "Now."
She moved quickly and I followed behind her as she made her way across the living room to the back. She walked up the stairs and I trailed behind slowly, watching her ass shake from side to side. As my eyes fixed to that juicy ass wiggling back and forth I couldn't help but catch the distinct scent of wet pussy that trailed behind it and my aching dick continued to swell.
At this point I'm fucking ready to rip that shit in two but to make sure she was wet enough and to my liking I slipped my hand up the back of her dress and stuck my middle finger straight up her pussy and held it there while contemplating the amusing irony of the silent fuck you.
Completely ignoring her gasp of surprise and possible shock, I dug a little deeper. My finger instantaneously heated up and I felt the slipperiness of her hot cum drip down my finger to the palm of my hand.
Yup, this will polish my dick just fine.
"Edward!" She scolded and swatted my hand away as she turned to face me.
My own heartbeat raced, thrumming loudly in my ears and sending waves of heat that made the head of my dripping dick throb.
She rounded the top of the staircase and before she could walk away, I grabbed her arm, yanking her back and pinning her flush against the wall.
"Edward!" She playfully scolded again, her pink lips turning up.
I wasn't in the mood to play - with words anyway. "Enough."
I stalked towards her and she stepped back. Trapped between the wall and my throbbing hard dick, her wide eyes looked to mine for an answer I wouldn't offer.
Truthfully this only fueled my fire.
Even through the numbing effect of the coke, my dick felt like it was about to explode. Jesus fucking Christ, I wanted to plug my cock in her pussy so bad. I wanted to shove it so far up her I could feel that hot cum drip down my fucking nuts with the same heat that my hand felt.
All in due time.
This was going to last a while whether Bella liked it or not, and truthfully I hope she didn't.
Resting her hands on my chest, she leaned in to kiss me. Feeling those thick wet lips glide across mine seemed to heighten every one of my senses. Though it was a closeness I didn't want to feel right now. I grabbed her chin and turned her head sideways away from mine and spoke against her cheek. "Don't."
With this same hand I inserted my middle finger into her mouth. Bella swirled and swiveled her velvety tongue around my finger greedily licking it clean of her own juices. No doubt in an attempt to be seductive and ordinarily I would have found this display to be fuck off hot.
Though seeing those lips wrap around my finger and watching her best attempt at the fuck me eye gaze infuriated me. My limbs didn't feel like my own. Nothing felt real. And the words in my head wouldn't shut off. That voice – his voice just played over and over. It could have been out of anger, possibly frustration or any number of emotions but in one swift motion I tore the thin straps of her dress and watched as the top fell to expose her flushed tits.
Slamming her against the wall with my body, my hand slid into her hair as I kissed from her cheek down to her neck. She moved to kiss me again, the joints in my fingers creaking as I yanked a fistful of her hair and squeezed – holding her in place. "OW! That hurt!" She whined and at that moment I felt like snapping her in two.
Ignoring her nails digging into my shoulder, my body moved back slightly, only to crash her into the wall again. Pinning her with my hips, her scent surrounded me, and for a minute it was the only thing my senses registered.
I felt the flames ignite and loosened my belt buckle, exposing the dripping cock that would be keeping her occupied for most of her evening.
The flame roared, burning hotter, and raging through my body. The smoldering fire lapped at my insides and spread - like liquid kerosene ran through my veins. The flames moved fast with an intensity I had never known. Still my limbs felt foreign and I had to wonder if this was some kind of fucked up dream.
Grunting with the impact, my body rammed into her smaller one again and I felt some satisfaction in hearing her head thump against the fucking drywall. Without a second thought I rammed my swollen dick between her quivering thighs now damp with a sweat of anticipation.
The slight tensing of her thigh muscles scent a wave of pleasure that I could feel in the bottoms of my feet.
Her lips trembled against my neck. "Please…" She panted, begging for my dick.
"Fuck yes-" I could feel the heat radiating from her soaked center as my dick grazed her bare lips. Roughly grabbing each thigh I ripped her feet off the ground and draped her legs over my hips.
Instinctively using my shoulders for stability, Bella hoisted herself up just enough for me to cease the opportunity to spear her vulnerable wet pussy with my dick.
Still struggling with the sudden loss of footing, Bella's body plummeted downward and with all her weight came down hard on my cock.
The only place to land.
Upon the harsh impact I could feel the hot drips of her cum spray the inside of my thighs. Digging my toes into the carpet for leverage, I took great pleasure in repeatedly bouncing her up the wall to relive that same impact over and over again.
As she continued to crash down, using my cock as a landing strip, I could feel a hot stream of fluid running down my thigh. It was so intense and I was so focused on getting my own I had no idea if it was her cum or my sweat creating the warming sensation on my heated flesh.
The strain on my hands sent a shooting pain that originated in my knuckles and was now bolting through my wrist. Not bothering to withdraw my pounding dick, I held Bella in place and relocated to my bedroom.
Her pussy tightened around my dick as every muscle in her body tensed in an attempt to maintain balance. "Fucking Christ – that feels good!" I didn't even recognize my own voice. It seemed far away, somewhere in the distance and detached.
Nonchalantly I loosened my grip and forcing her own strength to compensate by clenching her muscles to their greatest compactly. Either that or fall.
Fuck that feels good.
Her pussy was so tight it almost felt like a vaccum.
The only thought running through my mind, 'Oh yeah, baby – polish that dick."
Bringing her to the edge of the bed, I stood there for a few seconds enjoying both the sight and feeling of Bella struggling to stay on my dick.
Just as I began to think she was gonna lose the battle, I regained my grip and dick still inserted, plunged both of us on top of the mattress, letting both the momentum and my own body weight bring my dick to new depths.
At the same time I felt my nuts spank the bottoms of those juicy ass cheeks, I heard Bella give a small squeak of discomfort. It helped ground me and kept me from completely losing it with her.
My body stilled reveling in her heat. Remaining balls deep, I pressed my nose against hers, and stared in those glittering brown eyes letting her feel every inch of my dick. Her head lolled to the side as she closed her eyes and another charge of anger went through my system. "Look at me."
Her hooded eyes snapped open and she lazily shook her head. "You feel too good."
Her four little words made my cock twitch and eager for more. My hips got to work, drilling my dick into her pussy so hard I thought her eyes would pop out.
She kept up with the fast rhythm, letting her hands run up and down my back. "Oh Edward- you…" Her voice was low and breathy and got under my skin.
"Just shut up right now." I tore the pillows out from under her, changing the angle and pushed my dick in far. "Take it –" I pushed deep again. "… take what you know you want."
Her pussy pulsated around me. "It's never…Oh Fuck, Edward!" Her head thrashed from side to side as her orgasm began to build and her body frantically kept pace, seeking release. "No one else has ever…." She stopped mid-sentence, realizing her mistake.
She'd better catch that shit.
Her getting off on some other guy's dick wasn't what I wanted to hear about.
The idea of some other guy between her legs was a complete buzz kill and I wasn't sure I was in the mood anymore.
Then she yanked my hair - hard. "Oh My God!"
Grunting upon the impact, I slammed my hips harder into her and crashed my mouth against hers to shut her the fuck up. I stuck my tongue down her throat because I really didn't want to hear her say anything at the moment.
The relentless pace I had set had me out of breath as sweat dripped off my forehead onto Bella's cheeks. She let out a gasp as I pinned her arms above her head and drove my dick even harder.
My body flattened, stretching over hers as I pressed my mouth to her ear. "Who's fucking pussy is this?"
Her moans brought me close. "Say it!" She kept her legs wrapped around my waist, taking all of me. My hands squeezed her arms, almost circling her biceps and as I rose they held the bulk of my weight.
"Fuck! It's yours! All fucking yours!"
Her pussy began to tighten and like clockwork Bella's breaths became short and labored. She screamed out my name between gasps of air as I felt her beginning to go. Her muscles became putty. As her muscles gave out, I felt her pussy melt all over my dick as she began to throb. Her contractions tightened around my dick and as they did I could feel the pressure in my balls begin to build.
It was so fucking intense.
Every time her pussy tightened, I felt closer and closer to the moment my dick would burst inside of her.
'Oh, yeah baby – milk my dick.'
With a renewed energy I continued pumping – hitting that spot until a surge of hot cum washed over my cock and that was it I blew everything I had deep inside.
"Holy shit." I rolled off Bella, flat on my back and tried to catch my breath. She rolled too – resting her head on my chest and draping her leg over mine.
For some reason, Kate flashed through my mind. My thoughts were too fucking scattered and my body felt like a live wire. I couldn't just lay here.
Bella left little kisses over my chest and I tapped her leg to move. "I need a smoke."
I picked up my phone to see what time it was, pulled on my boxers, and without another word went out to smoke.
The effects of the coke were beginning to subside and I sure as fuck didn't feel like crashing. I also didn't feel like talking. I needed to sort my shit out.
Coming back in, I grabbed my jeans and tossed her shirt over to her. "I'm fucking beat. Mind if I take you home? I gotta get up early tomorrow."
"Yeah, sure." She sat up and put her arms through her shirt. "I'm kinda tired too."
There weren't many words spoken on the way to Bella's.
I dropped her off and called Emmett.
He's always up for partying and agreed to meet me at a club across town.
When you really want to enjoy your meal, you eat out…who in the hell feels like cleaning dirty dishes?
Fuck that!
You take the dirty laundry to someone else's house…you don't fuck up your own washing machine.
I walked into the club and found Emmett between two girls at the bar – drinks already poured.
The alcohol helps take the edge off.
We do a couple more shots and before long Emmett's pouring me another shot for a toast. "Here." He handed me the shot glass then raised his own glass, "To the ones we've fucked, to the one's we'd love to fuck and to the ones we've loved – fuck 'em. Here's to us."
