A/N: The one you've been waiting for...

Songs: "Venom Remix" by Eminem

EPOV

When I crept into the house, it was quiet. Too quiet. The hardwood floors creaked with every step I took.

I rounded the corner and came face to face with Bella. She stood in the middle of the living room with her hands on her hips. Any other day I would go over to her and fuck her brains out.

It really fucked with my head that she was okay with this little game she had going on. The emotions and feelings she had started to bring out in me were making it like I was a stranger in my own body.

"Are you fucking pleased with yourself?" I spat, slamming the front door closed. The picture on the wall next to the entrance shook. Now I just had to get Bella out of the entryway.

Bella rolled her eyes and took one solid step forward. "Yeah just like you must be, mobster," Bella quipped, not intimidated by me at all.

My blood boiled as I realized she didn't want to offer any explanation or even defend her lies. Yeah I'd bent the truth about what I did, but she fabricated who she was.

I stalked closer to her, my shoes squeaking, reminding me how I forgot to take them off. I stopped midway, gauging the situation. I wanted to take off my kicks because I probably had Blondie's blood on the bottom of them and my neat freak ass was cringing at the thought. Fuck it, I'd mop tomorrow.

My attention was back on Bella, her chest heaving, her brown eyes wild. She looked fucking beautiful, and God, did I hate her for it right now.

"You really had me fucking fooled. I must be off my game because I should have known. Bella Swan...Isabella Cigno—one and the fucking same. So what was your plan? Because if it was to make me fall in love with you, you picked the wrong guy." I sneered at her. I was pissed off that she had played me so well.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she claimed, evenly but the truth was in her eyes.

I tried to close the distance between us even more, but she moved back at the same time, matching me step for step until she ran into the wall. "Bella, Bella, Bella. Are we really gonna play this game?" I whispered in her ear, grabbing her chin and making her look up at me.

"It's not a game. The night I met you, I had no idea who you were, and if you remember, I had no plans to ever see you again. I didn't expect this to happen. I don't use the last name Cigno, mostly because I hate my father and everything he stands for, but also because our name was changed when my mom died, and all traces of it were supposed to be scrubbed from the system," she explained. She looked panicked and her eyes were watering. I was too angry to be moved by her tears. They were probably fake anyway. I turned from her, raking my hands through my hair. "Besides, who goes around telling people, 'by the way, my dad is the Don of the Cigno family.' And what about you? You never told me that you were in the mob. You told me that you were an entrepreneur."

"Are we really going to do this? I lied to you for a reason," I barked out, turning back to face her. The deeper we got into this relationship, the more I just wanted to protect her.

"So did I. I had no idea who you were, Edward, I swear. Nothing I told you was a lie, especially how I feel about you. That wasn't fake," she defended.

"Everything about you is fake!" I exploded, so tired of her trying to rationalize her behavior. "We come from rival families. Your family just blew up one of our fucking warehouses! If I had known who you were, I would have shot you on sight. The only good thing is now I can rub it in your dad's face that I fucked his little principessa."

Bella gasped, and before I saw it coming, she covered the short distance between us and clocked me right across the jaw with a punch that made me have double vision. I stared at her in shock for a beat before I started swinging reflexively. It hadn't registered with me yet that she knew what she was doing because she'd hit me fucking hard.

Bella lunged at me again, her fist about to meet my jaw to sucker punch me, when I grabbed her wrist tightly.

She took a step forward and I punched her in the stomach to get her away from me. She gasped in a mix of shock and pain, and I winced, not getting any satisfaction from the harm I'd inflicted on her.

Ma was going to kill me if she found out I hit a woman. Death by wooden spoon, what a way to go.

"Fuck you!" she yelled, trying to catch her breath from my assault.

I heard Bear grumbling behind me and turned my head slightly to check on him, and Bella used my momentary distraction to her advantage, flying across the room in my direction.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and started clawing at me on my neck. Then the bitch started punching me in my adomen. I disengaged her, panting as I practically threw her across the room. I almost laughed as she stumbled backwards, hitting the sliding patio doors. As she regained her balance, Bella turned into a different person.

I'd seen a lot of ruthless motherfuckers, but I had to say this took the cake. Her veins were bulging. Her face was red as she clenched her fists at her sides. Before I even had a second to regroup, she reached behind her for…her fucking gun in her waistband.

Bella released the safety and shot at the wall above my head. I ducked and scrambled to grab my nine from the back of my pants. Holy fucking hell. She wanted war—I'd give her war.

I aimed at her head, but apparently she had quicker reflexes than I gave her credit for because she not only dodged the bullet but she also bolted down the hallway, firing shots as she went.

Bear thankfully was out of sight. If she shot my dog, I'd kill that bitch of a sister after I put her in the ground. My brother could turn into an actual fanuk after that shit.

I peered around the corner, not about to go into the hallway and face the firing squad just yet.

Let me bust her chops a little first. I spotted Bear's stuffed lamb on the floor and threw it into the hallway.

She must have thought it was me making a run for it because a round of bullets fired in the direction.

I laughed "Afraid of a stuffed animal, baby?" I taunted and opened the hall closet door, psyching her out. Let her get confused. After all, she wasn't the expert here.

"You afraid of a girl, Cullen? Where are your balls now?" she snarked back.

"I think you know where my balls are just fine. You were sucking on them this morning." I cackled, before I heard my bedroom door open.

As I peeked in the hallway, there was nothing there but an empty corridor.

I wasn't falling for this shit. I turned on the kitchen sink, letting the water flow.

I heard a huff and I laughed in response. "Bella, Bella, Bella. Did dear old dad not teach you all the tricks?"

The mention of her father seemed to be a sore spot because. Her footsteps picked up, and before I knew it, she was face to face with me. She kneed me in the nuts. Fuck! Ma, might not get grandkids after this.

I doubled over, but not before knocking her gun out of her hand. It slid toward the front door, out of reach. Bella tripped me with her foot and then proceeded to straddle me and started punching my face. "Don't you dare mention my fucking dad! Fuck you, Edward!" She screamed, tears starting to fall down her cheeks. My heart ached to see her cry, but I was so angry I could only see red.

I pushed her away from me and tried to catch my breath as I stood. Apparently I was stupid to think she was finished with her theatrics because now the beautiful woman before me was holding my gun, pointing it at me.

"Bella, let's talk about this," I stammered, walking backwards to where her gun laid, praying she wasn't going to pull the trigger just yet. Maybe the gun would jam. Yeah, now I was being fucking stunad.

"I think we are past talking, Edward." Bella closed her eyes, inhaling sharply. She muttered something under her breath, I couldn't quite make out.

I took that as my opportunity to grab her gun, standing to my full height so that we stood face to face. Gun to gun.

Her eyes widened when she realized our predicament.

BPOV

This whole thing had spun horribly out of control—here Edward and I were pointing our guns at each other point blank, both of us wondering who would shoot first and end this stalemate. I convinced myself that I could do this, steeling my nerves to not let myself feel anything for him anymore. He lied about who he was, and he was not who I thought he was. I hated the mafia. It had taken everything from me and he was part of that. How could I reconcile that with the Edward I thought I knew?

Edward looked at me with searching eyes, his aim faltering for a moment. After another minute of us staring at each other, he lowered his gun. "I can't do it," he said simply, like it was that easy.

My gun was still pointing at him, my hand shaking. "Come on!" I yelled. "Don't do that!" My heart was starting to feel like it was going to crack open, my emotions boiling over. The anger, betrayal, and pain trying to consume me. I trusted him and the entire time he was playing me. He didn't get to act noble and care now.

Edward shook his head, turning the safety on and putting the gun he was holding on the front table. He was giving up, and I just couldn't hold back these feelings I had for him that refused to let go of me. From the day we met, he was under my skin like no other man had been and I never had been closer with another guy before. We had done this whole thing so wrong. I engaged the safety on my weapon and dropped it to the counter as well, letting the tears fall, and my shoulders slumped.

Edward stepped closer to me and pulled me the rest of the way to him, his lips pressing to mine. I cupped his cheeks with both my palms, holding him to me. Refusing to let him go, wanting to make sure that this was real. He pushed me into the wall, and I whimpered because I was not expecting it and I was a little sore from our fight. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his hands cupped my ass, holding me up.

When his kiss left my lips and traveled down my neck, I grabbed his button down shirt and ripped it open, the buttons scattering on the living room floor. After I started pulling off Edward's arms, he shrugged it off the rest of the way and I removed my own shirt. He let go of my ass so I could stand, and he made quick work of removing his pants. I followed his example and took off my own, standing in only my bra and underwear.

Before I knew it, Edward grabbed me and flung me over his shoulder. He ran up the stairs like he wasn't carrying anything, and when we got to his room, he dropped me onto the bed, my body bouncing on the mattress. After removing his boxers, Edward was on me, taking my bra off and then sliding my underwear down my legs.

He let his fingers glide down my slit and I moaned. Edward chuckled when he felt how wet I was. "Did us fighting turn you on, Bella?"

"It's called an adrenaline rush, you can google it," I teased.

He nodded, his smile back in place. It felt like coming home. While I liked shooting guns and fighting, and I tried to act like I didn't need anyone but myself, I was worried that this night was going to end so much differently. As in one of us was going to get shot. I drew his lips to mine again, and Edward settled himself in between my legs. He moved my body closer to his and hooked my legs over his arms then slid inside me. He buried his face in my neck, and I moaned at the feel of him entering me. He withdrew almost all the way and then buried himself to the hilt, hitting my clit with his pubic bone. I gasped, trying to not start screaming. It felt so good.

"Edward….fuck…don't stop."

"Yeah, I can feel you clamping down on me, baby. I know you love this." He groaned and started to speed up his thrusts, slamming into me with an almost bruising force.

I wrapped my legs around him tighter and dug my nails into his back. I wasn't necessarily trying to hurt him, I was just trying to anchor myself. Earlier during our fight, I saw the whole thing crumbling down around me. Everything that Edward and I had been working toward was just laid to waste. Now, it almost felt like a relief that it was out there. I didn't have to keep this secret and continue to keep track of the half truths or worry about slipping up.

Edward pulled my lips to his, bringing me out of my self-reflection. I thrust my hips up to meet his, trying to ride this pleasure, trying to draw it out as long as I could. I was panting below him, but it still felt like it wasn't close enough, wasn't hard enough. I was starting to get frustrated because I knew when I was like this, this keyed up, I was going to have to take the reins. I put my leg out straight in between his and rolled us so that I could be on top. Edward seemed surprised when he realized that I was straddling him. I disengaged my lips from his and started riding him. Slamming up and down on him hard. Edward started rubbing my clit with his thumb, and it sent me over the edge. I stiffened on top of him momentarily then resumed moving on top of him lazily, drawing out my orgasm.

My climax was Edward's undoing. He thrust a few more times with shallow strokes, and then he stilled inside me, and I felt his warm cum spurt inside me. I collapsed on top of him, lying on his chest, both of us catching our breath. I started laughing and Edward looked at me with his eyebrows raised in question.

"So, was that our makeup sex?" I giggled.

Edward shook his head, chuckling, and for the moment, all was right with the world.

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