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By the time I pull back into my garage, a calm has settled over me, the rage from earlier completely dissipated. I pull the Rover all the way in to Demetri's station, where he's already standing with a large plastic bag. After getting out of the SUV, I strip down to my black silk boxers, depositing each item into the bag as I remove it—including the weapons.
This may be an expensive route, but it's a guarantee that my fingerprints will never appear on a murder weapon or a victim's blood on my clothes. Demetri will deposit each item, along with the plastic from the Rover, into the building's incinerator, a perfectly sinister addition that exists outside of the architectural blueprints, as do many other features of my building.
What good is an armory if I'm not using the weapons, anyway?
My eyes flash to the Busa as I head to the elevator. "Soon, baby."
After a quick shower, I throw on a black high-neck Cashmere sweater, making sure to top it with my Givenchy leather riding jacket. A quick trip to the armory supplies tonight's weapons, and the elevator returns me to my toys.
My Maison Margiela high-top leather boots thud against the concrete as I approach my baby. The thought of opening her up makes my blood race through my veins. Exhilaration fills me as I sling my leg over the sleek black machine, intimidating by its very demeanor. I slip the helmet over my head, and with the push of a button, the bike rumbles to life between my Armani jean covered thighs.
The power this machine exudes is unparalleled. The '99 was the first year of the Hayabusa, and it was so fast that its speed had to be restricted in 2000. Mine has seen the 200mph mark on an occasion or two, but even for me that's too fast for a two-wheel vehicle.
It was the closest to God I'll ever be.
With a two-finger wave at Demetri, I burn the back tire as I shoot toward the long underground tunnel that comes out blocks from my building. This is the one, true experience where I'm completely anonymous. Just another guy on his fucking badass bike.
By the time I hit the Kennedy Expressway, I'm already cruising at 70mph, the roar of power beneath me rocketing through my system. Twisting the throttle, I open her up, hitting 95 in mere seconds, and weaving my way through the nighttime traffic. For over an hour, I ride the differing expressways, until my appetite has been sated.
Getting off downtown, I make my way through the streets back toward my building. After passing Midnight Sun, I come to a stop at the light, and a slim figure moving down the sidewalk catches my eye. I rev the engine, but she doesn't turn so I can get a closer look.
When the light changes, instead of turning left for home, I continue straight and ease my way past the woman. Long dark hair conceals her face, but I'd know those fucking legs anywhere.
It's Bella.
Alone. In the middle of the night. Walking down the sidewalk.
I go to the next street and take a right so I can circle back around the block. But just as I see her figure again, she shoots down an alleyway.
What. The. Fuck.
What's even worse is two guys notice her also and start in the direction she disappeared. Anger surges through me. I pull back on the throttle, and the Busa surges to life beneath me, roaring down the city street faster than is legal.
By the time I turn into the alley, there are three silhouettes near the other end. Two large bodies have the smaller one against the wall, blocking her escape. I pull in the clutch and rev the engine, but they don't react. I let off the clutch and burn the tire halfway down the alley.
The two hulking figures take off, exiting out the other end, but my sights are on the woman. I stop in front of her and snatch off my helmet.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I yell, the rage from earlier making an abrupt reappearance. "Are you trying to get yourself killed!"
Bella, who was still cowering against the brick wall, turns from frightened to enraged before my very eyes. She steps forward and points her finger in my direction. "What the fuck are you doing here? Haven't you already treated me like shit enough for one day?"
I lower the kickstand and pull my leg over the bike, standing to my full height. "I was saving your fucking life!"
She huffs and crosses her arms. "You really think I couldn't have handled that situation? That I'd be dead if you hadn't ridden up on your monster and saved me?"
My jaw clenches and I step closer, the fronts of our bodies almost touching. "I seriously can't fucking believe this. I save your life and you have the audacity to mock me." My eyes flit down her body once before returning to hers. "Did you misunderstand my earlier warning?"
Her eyes widen in pure unadulterated outrage. "How dare you! How fucking dare you!" Her finger lifts and starts jabbing me in the chest. "I may have to take that shit at Midnight Sun, but I won't take it here. Not when I'm away from the club. I won't!"
I'm so shocked by her reaction that all I can do is stand there and take it. Each jab sends a spark shooting through me, and by the time she's done, my blood is throbbing through my veins. Flashes of her dance pulse behind my lids, and the arousal from earlier returns ten-fold.
Stepping forward, I use my whole body to push her against the brick, trapping her in place, my cock bulging between us. My mouth descends on hers, and instead of pushing me away, she claws at my back to pull me closer.
The heat between us explodes as our tongues collide in a flurry of anger and passion. My palms trace down her sides before curving to cup her ass. With a small lift, she's up and her legs are gripping me tight as I finger the edge of her panties.
She pulls her mouth away, but I'm too far gone to care. Her head falls back against the brick as heavy breaths escape. My tongue travels down her neck as I start rocking my cock against her.
She moans, her hands frantically reaching for my waist, and I'm fucking done. Without removing my mouth from her skin, I have my pants open and my cock out, sliding her panties aside and filling her in one swift stroke.
The satisfaction is instant and mutual, but I need more. I fucking need it all. Planting my hands on her hips, I lean back and meet her eyes as I start thrusting. She braces her hands against the wall and rocks her whole body against me, tiny whimpers escaping in tune with each movement.
A shiver runs through me and I thrust faster, causing her to tighten and clamp down, her pussy pulsating against my cock. The feel of her spasming around me in combination with her sexy as fuck moans is more than I can take. I thrust as deep as I can and release with a growl, dropping my head to her shoulder in an attempt to gain control of my breathing.
After several quiet moments, I lift my head and look around at where I am and what I've done. I wait for the anger, or the disgust, but neither comes. I'm too goddamn blitzed out from a good fuck to even care.
"Gesù Cristo," I mumble, shaking my head.
Bella's leaned back against the wall with her eyes closed, but at the sound of my voice, they snap open. "What?"
I run my hand through my hair and step back, easing her legs to the ground. "Nothing. I can't believe we just fucked in an alley."
"But what did you say?" she demands as she works to straighten her skimpy-ass skirt.
"Oh." I wave it off as I'm fastening my pants. "I said Jesus Christ."
"That's all you have to say?" she asks, yet her voice has a new pitch. It's a little higher than usual. "You follow me here and accost me—in a dark, dirty alley no less—and all you have to say is Jesus Christ. You don't think I'm sorry is more appropriate?"
"Me?" I point to myself. "Sorry? What do I have to be sorry for? That was a mutual exchange if I've ever had one."
She huffs, her hand on her hip. "I'll give you that." She steps forward, that goddamn finger pointed. "Now stay the fuck away from me, Cullen. I may work in your brother's club, but I'm not your property." She turns and stomps away, but no matter how much I'd like, I can't let her go alone.
"Bella, wait. Please," I call, making her pause. "At least let me follow you home. I can't allow you to walk the streets alone."
She turns then, and she's actually smiling. "That's a nice sentiment, Mr. Cullen, but frankly, it's not your place to allow me anything, aside from my job at Midnight Sun." I go to speak, but she holds up a finger, waving it between us. "Thanks for the release, but I don't make a habit of fucking my bosses." She walks over and taps the brick of the building we just fucked against. "This is my building. All I have to do is walk around the corner, and I'll be home."
My jaw ticks, but I keep my mouth closed as she turns and sashays her fucking ass around the corner. Picking up my helmet, I sigh at the scuff across the top, and put it on, straddling the Busa. I wait a minute or two before revving her up and easing my way out the same end of the alley Bella just exited. Looking both ways, I make sure she really is inside before pulling into the street, headed home.
As the elevator climbs toward the penthouse, I wait for the anger to come, but it never does. I make it a priority to never fuck an employee, and I just blew that to hell, yet for some reason I can't even be bothered to care. The feel of her hot pussy clamping on my dick was just too fucking good. Somehow, I was able to forget we were in a nasty alley up against hundred-year-old brick.
I scrub a hand through my hair and lean back against the wall. "Ho bisogno di una doccia cazzo," I mumble, aching to wash the grime from my skin.
Apparently, that's not in the cards, though, because as soon as the doors open, I see bodies spread on my furniture. Interestingly enough, it doesn't even irritate me. What the fuck has that bitch done to me?
"Edward," my father exclaims as I walk into the living room. "It's nice to see you like to keep in touch with the family." He waves his glass of scotch around the room, motioning to Emmett and Esme, who are also present.
I snort. "Sure, Boss, the family." My eyes flick to Esme, who's nestled under my dad's arm.
Emmett cuts in then, trying to stop a disagreement before it begins. Holding up my phone, he pushes his glasses up his nose and says, "You left this here."
"No shit, Sherlock," I reply with an eye roll as I flop down on the crocodile leather sofa beside him. "I needed to get away and clear my head for a bit."
Carlisle chuckles, leaning forward. "Yeah, I heard about that." His glass slaps against the cherry wood of my coffee table. "Did it ever occur to you that there was a reason Jacob Black was still alive?" He pins me with deadly, ice blue eyes.
I lift a brow. "Not really. I figured Aro was just playing with his kill. You know how he can be." I shrug and get up to get my own glass of whiskey. I'm going to need it if this is how my night is going to go.
Esme stands quickly and holds out her hands. "You sit. I've got this." She swings her ass around and sways it all the way to the bar.
I cut my eyes to my dad and flop back down, too tired to even get into this bullshit tonight. "Is it a problem that I iced him?"
Carlisle drags his eyes away from Esme's ass and sighs. "Doesn't matter if it is. It's done, but that's not why we're here anyway." He waves toward my brother and turns back to watch Esme as she delivers my drink. "Emmett."
My brother leans forward and grabs his tablet from the coffee table, cueing it up and passing it over. I take a sip of my whiskey and look at the information on the screen, spewing Glenfiddich everywhere when I realize what I'm looking at.
"Cazzo di Budda," I whisper to myself, because seriously, holy fuck.
On the screen is a picture of Bella, only her name is Isabella—Isabella Swan. Instead of anger, a smirk forms. We've been waiting for a move like this since we opened, but never did I imagine Charlie Swan would send in his own daughter. Surely the stupid fuck knows we'd ID her, right?
"Get Aro and Rose here," I snap, my mind already forming a strategy. "Now!" I add when Emmett just looks at me with wide eyes.
He starts shaking his head slowly, his large glasses slipping down his nose. "There's no way you're pinning this on Rose. You're the one who hired her."
I roll my eyes. "Don't fucking worry, I'm not gonna blame your little imaginary girlfriend, but we have a strategy to discuss and implement." I rub my chin, lost in my own chaotic thoughts.
On the one hand, I've been waiting for this opportunity since Midnight Sun opened, but on the very fucked up other, I'm suddenly not so excited because it's Bella. I'm … if I had to put a name to it, I might even say, slightly disappointed?
I stand and start pacing, my hand tightening around my alley-stained hair. The thought disgusts me so I snatch it away, irritation creeping in to replace the buzz from my earlier encounter.
"Cazzo," I swear and pace faster, my mind jumping from thought to thought so rapidly I can barely keep up.
Every time I try to imagine how this plays out, flashes of us fucking invades my mind. But then a new thought occurs; one that gives me another focus and much more satisfaction. Will she report that to her father?
I actually chuckle aloud.
"Care to share with the class?" my father asks, waving his scotch-bearing hand in the air.
"I just can't believe Agent Swan was stupid enough to send in his daughter," I remark absently.
"Edward," my father says, his voice stern. "Did you read the information after her name and parents?"
I pause and look to him with furrowed brows. "No, but surely that's the most important fact."
Carlisle sighs and stands, walking over to grip my shoulder. "Son, if you're going to fill my shoes one day, you've got to learn to slow down and take in all the information before deciding on a course of action." He squeezes once and lets go, tilting his head toward the abandoned tablet. "Now, go look again."
My eyes narrow, but I follow his orders, mostly because I have no fucking choice, and grab the tablet, flopping down with purpose. As I scan the information, aside from who she is, it becomes clear why he felt the need to point it out.
From the looks of it, Bella hasn't had much contact with her dad since her parents divorced when she was seven. She grew up in Phoenix and graduated from the University of Arizona School of Dance two years ago, which could help explain why she's so bewitching. She broke up with her college sweetheart and moved to Chicago six months ago. The final piece of information brings a smile to my face. That goddamn Emmett. Her favorite nail polish color is purple.
I lift a brow at the Boss. "You seriously think this was a coincidence?"
He smirks. "You know I don't believe in coincidence, but I also don't believe in going off half-cocked."
At his mention of the word cock, Esme perks up and starts rubbing his thigh. I almost gag and jump up, heading into the kitchen to pour bleach in my eyes. Esme Platt is six years younger than me and is my father's goomah. And while it's a fairly common practice in the Outfit, I don't like to witness it, or anything that relates my father and sex. What's even worse is when your mother likes the goomah better than she likes your father.
I lean against the counter and take deep breaths, making every attempt to erase the image from my mind. But thoughts of sex only lead to my own, and before I know it, I'm reliving the whole ten-minute encounter in fine detail.
The ding from the elevator snaps me from the memory and I shake my head, heading back into the living room. Aro emerges and goes straight to my father, being a good little suck up, and Rose takes my seat next to Emmett, who turns bright red when she smiles his way.
I roll my goddamn eyes.
I love my brother as much as I can love another person, but he's not cut out for this life. From a very young age, it was obvious he'd never become a made man, unless it was by force. So he keeps his nose pretty clean and only aids with the super-technical shit, in addition to being listed as the owner of Midnight Sun.
With cutesy looks between Rose and Emmett on top of Roaming Hands Esme, and the addition of Aro's normal flair, we spend the next two hours discussing a plan to stay on top of what I've dubbed as Operation Nail the Swan.
I crack myself the fuck up.
In the end, it's decided that Emmett will put her under electronic surveillance, which is some serious shit. He has access to every camera in the city along with his own unique toys that I can't even begin to understand. In addition, Aro will have one of his soldiers, James, tail her, which strangely gives me some peace of mind over her late walk home. And finally, Rose will keep a special eye on her at Midnight Sun.
At five in the morning, I'm finally seeing those motherfuckers out my door. My dad stops and grips my shoulder on his way by. "Ya seem a little out of sorts, son. What gives?"
"This just doesn't feel right. The information isn't adding up." I shake my head, thinking about all that I learned tonight.
"Well, you be sure and steer clear of this broad until we know more," he says, pinning me with his deadly stare.
"You know I don't toy with the help, pop," I reply on instinct, not missing the command in his voice.
"Just so we're clear." He squeezes tighter and releases me, stepping into Esme's waiting arms. I feel sorry for my brother having to ride with the two of them.
When the elevator finally closes, I sigh and lean back against the wall, my father's command echoing inside my mind. Too fucking late. The past thirty-six hours feel like they've lasted five long years.
This is Mobward's story, and I want him to tell it. It's my hope that I can pull this one off in all EPOV. We'll just have to see how that goes lol!
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