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Now onto the chapter
Chapter song : Pain by Three days Grace.
Chapter 7
BPOV
I walked quickly through the crowd until I couldn't see the alley anymore then leaned up against the wall, taking deep breathes. I can't believe that Joe let me leave; I half expected him to grab me at any moment or feel a bullet go through me. I couldn't quite figure him out; when I first saw him, he looked pure evil and his eyes looked at me like he hated the world. I knew I was mumbling and pleading for this stranger to take me home. I knew it made no sense the man was here to kill me, or take me to someone to be killed, but I couldn't bring myself to run or even beg for my life. I just knew I wanted to go home. Which is awful funny when you think about it; what home? I don't have a home to go to anymore. I was no longer welcomed or wanted.
As I leaned up against the wall trying to gain some composure, I thought back to how the man with the most intense green eyes I had ever seen seemed to go off into a world of his own. One minute he was grabbing my arms roughly and the next he was lost in deep thought. He seemed to be so out of it, that I honestly didn't think he was aware of the increased pressure he was putting on my arms. I yelled out once but it was like he didn't hear me, so I yelled again getting the same results as before. His jaw was clenched tightly and his breathing was shallow. The pain was becoming unbearable so I finally yelled as loud as my voice would let me and he seemed to snap out of it. A look of horror went across his face as he looked at my face before his eyes traveled down to the marks his hands had made on my arms and he stepped away quickly. Then he just screamed at me to go. Joe was one confusing person.
After I caught my breath I knew I had to continue on, but to where, I didn't know. I couldn't go home. If he was telling the truth, I couldn't risk putting my parents' life in danger and there really was no reason to go to Pennsylvania now. I grabbed out my cell phone looking to see if I had missed any calls; there was one missed call from Peter's cell phone. I quickly redialed the number and waited for him to answer, after five rings it went to his voice mail. I checked to see if he had left me a message. Oh yes, there was one, I covered up my other ear so I could hear.
Swan, it's Peter, listen sorry we bailed on you yesterday, Charlotte was getting shoved and some fucker knocked her to the ground. Then the cops came and we had to go; you know my parents have missing posters of me all over the place, I just couldn't take the chance of getting caught. Umm, Bella, shits getting bad; we're being followed. I think we lost them but we got to get out of town now. We're going to the airport it's crowded there so we'll have a better chance not getting caught by whoever the fuck is chasing us. We'll be at JFK airport today at …
The phone cut off.
"No!" I yelled out loud. As much as I didn't want to, I guess I could just start heading to the airport and try to find them there. But I didn't even know where they were going and the airport is way too big. I called Peter's cell phone again hoping he'd answer this time.
"Bella," Peter said. I could barely hear him, we had a horrible correction.
"Peter!" I yelled into the phone. "Can you hear me?"
"Yeah, barely. This is a horrible connection. Listen, we are heading to the airport, Swan. Meet us there now; we are just getting the first available flight out of here. It's too dangerous. He yelled into the phone.
"Alright, I'll take a cab and I'll be there. Where should I meet you when I get there, Peter?"
"Bella? Are you still there?" Peter yelled.
"Peter, yes I'm here. Where should I meet you?" I screamed into the phone.
"Meet us at Terminal 1; Kal business class lounge," He screamed back. "Bella, I have to go; this yelling is drawing unwanted attention, just get here soon."
"Okay, I will. I am hauling a cab right…" I didn't finish my sentence because 'Armani' was standing 60 feet in front of me with his back to me. I had to get out of here. I could hear Peter
talking to me but I was too terrified to answer in case he heard me. I took off running as fast as my feet would take me.
"Peter," I loud whispered into the phone. "Peter, he's here." Again, I spoke directly into the phone as loud as I could without directing attention to myself. I didn't look back until I rounded the corner. I took a quick peek. Oh, fuck! I could see the top of his blond hair pushing its way through the crowd heading right towards me. I took off in a full run ending back up where I was. If Joe was still there would he help me? I don't know, did they work together? But Joe let me go, so… ugh! I didn't know what to do. If I went back to the alley and he wasn't there I could get trapped by 'Armani' and for sure be killed. So I ran passed the alley really quickly, looking where we had been standing. Of course he wasn't there, why would he be? How stupid of me. I kept running until I had rounded another corner, only then did I stop to check for 'Armani'. When I couldn't see him, I continued forward but instead of running I walked quickly. I think I pushed my luck enough with not falling.
I came across a parking lot and leaned up against the wall, sliding down so I was hiding behind the wall and a car. I heard voices; one voice I knew all too well by now; it was him. I noticed I was shaking. Half because I wanted to run out and kill him myself for what he had done to Riley and half because I was scared to death because I knew if he got a hold of me he would follow through with his threat and make me suffer ten times worse than poor Riley. As I was crouched down I noticed the Viper alarm sticker. I smiled a bit. This alarm was the top of the line but one of the easiest to break into 'thank you once again, Mouse.' He had boosted expensive cars for various chop shops around the city. He had shown us all how to disarm alarms long enough to get in the car and shut if off properly. Thank god for whoever owned this car because they had parked it with the trunk facing the wall so I could disarm the alarm, pop the trunk, get in and hide out until I was sure 'Armani' was gone. Hopefully whoever this car belonged to wasn't leaving anytime soon, but I couldn't worry about that right now. I knew I couldn't outrun Armani, so I had to hide in a better spot.
I would have to contact the others later, right now Armani was too close. I pulled out the lock-pick I always carried in my back pocket and made fast work of picking the lock on the trunk. I knew time was of the importance. I peeked out quickly and saw Armani over by the front of the building looking around but not looking in my direction. So when I heard the lock pop, I quickly lifted the trunk just enough to climb in and shut it behind me. For several minutes I listened to the voices coming and going from the parking lot.
When I hadn't heard any voices for about 5 minutes, I got ready to open the trunk and take a look when I heard the alarm being deactivated. Shit! I didn't want to be stuck in this trunk, but it was too late the car was starting. Okay, so new plan; I'd just get out as soon as I could and catch a cab to the airport. I knew my way around New York well enough, it would be fine, I kept telling myself. I adjusted myself in the tight little space trying to get as comfortable as I could for as long as I was stuck in here.
"Crap," I whispered to myself as I accidentally bumped into something back here with me. I felt the car moving and my body jerked a little as whoever the hell was driving took off a little too fast. My body banged into another object and it poked me in the back, I quickly moved it away from me as quietly as I could. I was grateful when I heard the engine turn off and I wasn't being thrown around like a rag doll anymore with the speed-demon idiot driver. Now all I had to do was wait a bit then pop the trunk and be on my way. I was lying there waiting when I heard a click and before I could react the trunk opened and a gun was stuck in my face. I froze I didn't know what else to do. Yeah, lay still Bella, maybe they won't notice you, I mocked myself. Who the hells car did I climb into? Who does that, open up their trunk and stick a gun in your face. All these thoughts were going through my mind when as if they heard my inner ramblings the voice finally spoke and it was a voice I knew all too well.
"You've got two seconds to climb the fuck out of my car so I can blast your fucking head off and not get in blood in my trunk!"
Slowly, I started to turn around as the gun stayed pushed against my face, I needed to speak. Maybe if he knew it was me he wouldn't shoot. I knew I couldn't continue to ignore him, so finally I spoke. "Please, don't shoot," I pleaded; I heard the sharp breath before I heard Joes' voice.
"Fuck," he mumbled. "Get the fuck out of there now!" he hissed as he took the gun off my face. "What the fuck are you doing hiding in my trunk?"
As I climbed out I started rambling like an idiot. "I'm sorry, I didn't know this was your car, I was being chased and I had to hide and I wouldn't have picked your car if …"
"Jesus, shut up! You're fucking rambling. Are you fucking crazy, do you have any idea how dangerous it is to climb into someone's trunk? I could have been a fucking rapist!" He suddenly smirked a little to himself before continuing. "This is New York City, you don't climb into people's trunks, you don't do that shit. You are damn lucky I didn't just shoot your ass," he sneered.
"Didn't you listen to a word I said? I had to hide! If I didn't I would have been caught, or killed. I was only planning on hiding in there," I motioned towards his car, "until I knew he was gone. You were never supposed to know I was even in there."
He looked to be deep in thought again for a moment as he looked at me then back at his car again.
"How?" He asked. I looked at him with confusion before I spoke.
"How what?" I asked.
"How the fuck did you get in my trunk? My alarm was on."
"Oh," I kind of snickered. Yea real smart, Bella. Piss the man who has a very big gun in his hand, off further. "It was actually pretty easy, I just disarmed your alarm long enough to climb in." I said while he stared at me like I had just spoken in a foreign language. So I felt the need to give a little more information.
"I know how to deactivate car alarms and pick locks and this one in particular is a pretty easy one to do." I said hoping that wouldn't piss him off more and he would put the gun away. No such luck. He ran his fingers through his hair once quickly and gripped onto his gun tighter. Then, taking a deep breath as if to calm himself down, he glared into my eyes quickly again as if he was debating something, before speaking.
"I told you to get the fuck out of town, why didn't you leave? Do you have a fucking death wish? Do you think this is some fucking game? Do you?" He grabbed my arms roughly, staring directly into my eyes. "Why didn't you just get the fuck out of here when you had the chance? I can't …" He stopped in mid sentence.
"I told you, I was trying to get out of town. I was heading to the airport when I stopped to make a call and that's when I saw Armani in front of me and I ran and…ugh you know all of this! I told you. Just let me leave now and I'll be gone, I promise and let go you're hurting me." I tried to yank my arms out of his grasp.
He loosened his grip but didn't let go. "Who the fuck is Armani?" He questioned.
"That guy, the one with the long pony tail, I think you called him James," I whispered as if I said his name to loud he would appear.
"Mother fucker!" He yelled letting go of my arms and stepping back. "He's here, he saw you?"
I swallowed before I spoke, Joe was honestly scaring the shit out of me. "Yes." I shuttered as I spoke.
"Fuck!" He muttered. "This is not good, not good at all. I don't need this extra shit, not now."
"Umm…" I wasn't sure what was going on but I knew I needed to get out of here and now. This guy was coming unglued in front of me and really starting to creep me out. "Sorry, I was in your trunk, I'll just get going now and I promise you won't see me again."
"You don't get it, you can't go anywhere." He said with a grave voice.
Oh god, he changed his mind. He was going to turn me in, or kill me, I just knew it. I started to back up but I knew I couldn't out run his gun. Instead, I just closed my eyes and hoped he would kill me fast. I felt the tears springing from my eyes as my impending death approached. I wasn't overly religious, but I started to pray to God to forgive me for all I had done wrong in my life.
"What are you doing? Are you praying?" Joe asked.
"Well," I sniffed. "Yes I am praying because you're going to kill me or take me to be killed. I…" I broke off with a sniff, I couldn't finish my sentence.
He looked at me like he couldn't believe the words I had just spoken. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before he finally spoke. "I told you I wasn't …..going…..to….. hurt….you. God you, you drive me crazy. Do you not listen?" He snarled. "Obviously not or we wouldn't be having this conversation. If I was going to do that I would have done it but now that you just told me that he was actively looking for you, he stopped and took a deep breath.
"Either I let you go and you are as good as dead, which that being the case I might as well kill you myself, or I finish what I started and make sure you are safe till this is all over. And trust me, he sneered. "I would love nothing more than to let you deal with the mess you caused all on your own but," He paused "damn you for looking so much like her!" he shook his head. "I can't do it!"
"Who?" I whispered in a soft voice, regretting the words as soon as they came out of my mouth. But I was curious as to who I looked like or reminded him of. An ex girlfriend maybe? Whoever it was I wanted to send her flowers or a thank-you note for basically saving my life yet again.
"It doesn't fucking matter who, she's gone for good. Just drop it!" He shouted.
"Dead?" I thought. Does he mean she is dead? Did he kill her? No, if he killed her he wouldn't care about me being killed. "What do you mean, I don't understand. Why can't I leave?" I know I sounded like a whiny child, but I was so tired and hungry and just sick and tired of running and being scared. I just wanted to go home but I couldn't. I just wanted to go somewhere and sleep.
"James or as you call him, Armani, is well, for lack of better word, a tracker; a hired killer. He has set his sights on you and he will not stop until you are dead. Simple enough."
I gulped loudly trying to form words as I took in what he just said. "Why me? What did I do?"
"You pissed him off. You challenged him and got away and he doesn't like it."
"He killed my friend." I all but whispered. Thoughts of Riley's bloody body and screams ran through my head and made me shiver. I started feeling lightheaded and very dizzy; everything started to turn to black. I could barely make out what was being said to me.
"What's wrong with you? You aren't going fucking pass out on me, are you? Hey, seriously what's wrong?"
"I…" Everything went black. I started to feel very weak and faint and the next thing I knew I was falling.
EPOV
"What the …" I quickly reached out and grabbed her before she could fall to the ground. She went down like a sack of potatoes. Fuck, what was wrong with her? I scooped her up into my arms and carried her back to my car. Man, I don't need this shit. I was due on a plane in about an hour and I still had to get to the damn airport. Granted I was taking the private jet but still, they had to stay on a schedule too. Well what am I going to do with her now? I thought to myself as I laid her in the front seat and buckled her up. Then it hit me, the only person I knew who I could trust, he wouldn't be too happy hearing from me but he'd have to get over it. If he knew some poor innocent girl was involved he couldn't say no. I got in the driver's seat and took off towards his house.
I prayed he would be home as I turned onto his street. I had to laugh when I saw his old 1968 Pontiac Firebird 350 in the driveway. God he loves that old car; I remember the day he went to buy it. We did have some great times despite how we met. God I missed him, it's been over a year and a half since we stopped speaking. He couldn't understand why I didn't leave this life, he had left about 2 years ago but my situation was worse than his. Worse than even Jasper knew, no one knew the whole story, no one could but Jasper knew the most out of everyone. He thought his contacts could protect me but could they protect the ones I cared about? Protect the ones I do this for everyday? He couldn't guarantee that, no one could and it wasn't worth it to me. I could live with blood on my hands but not theirs. The one who caused all this, the man who put me here in the first place, no problem. But the rest of them, no... Not Emmett, or my mother and sure as hell not Alice. The one person Aro holds over my head every time he even thinks I am having second thoughts. No, there is no way out for me. Not without someone I love being hurt.
I walked up to the front door and lifted my hand to knock, taking a deep before I did. Damn, I was nervous. Me nervous, I chuckled. Finally lifting my hand, I knocked on the door and waited for a response. A part of me was hoping he wasn't home; I could just break in put her on his couch and creep out without him even knowing I was here. I mean really, what would she tell him? Someone named Joe brought her here? I was drawn out of my thoughts as I heard footsteps heading towards the door. I was debating whether I should look straight ahead or hide my face knowing Jasper would look through the peep-hole before opening the door. I wasn't sure if he'd open the door if he saw me. .
The door was flung open and a very pissed off Jasper opened it with Ruger mp9 pointed straight at me.
"Give me one could reason why I shouldn't blow your fucking head off. You've got ten seconds, make it good!" Jasper sneered.
I winked at him and made a motion for him to look down; I had my Sig Sauer P226 pointed directly at his liver. A fatal and a fucking painful way to go.
Jasper sniggered before lowering his gun and mumbling something along the lines of 'lucky fucker'.
"So what the fuck brings you here to darken my doorway, Masen?" He snapped.
"Damn, no hug, Whitlock? I'm hurt and here I thought you'd be happy to fucking see me."
"What the fuck do you want? Edward. 'Cause for the life of me I can't imagine what it could possibly be!"
He was right, too much shit had happened between us to pretend. But fuck! You'd have thought being as I was the one who got him the fuck out of this business and insured his safety, he'd be a little more grateful but in our business you didn't survive being nice.
"I need a favor and since you fucking owe me, I'm here to fucking collect." I got right to the point.
"After two years you've finally came here to collect, huh? Well that's fine, just tell me what the fuck it is so our dealings can be over and I can be done with all of it and you, once and for all." Jasper said with irritation in his voice.
"Yeah, what the fuck ever. Do you think I would be here if I had another choice? You are good at what you do…I mean did." I corrected myself. "And I need the best and I'm busy hence my reason for coming here." I pointed towards the car.
"You want me to take your car? I'm confused?" Jasper asked.
I pinched the bridge of my nose taking in a few deep breathes, really is he that stupid?
With a sigh I continued. "No Jasper, not my fucking car, what's in my car." I started to walk towards the car assuming he would follow me, so I didn't bother looking back. I turned to face him when I had reached the car. Jasper looked at me and the car before moving a bit closer, his eyes widening.
"What the fuck is that?" He asked.
"That is what we call a girl; I need you to watch her for me while I'm taking care of business."
"Oh no no ... I am not a babysitter, Edward and what the hell have you got a girl for? Last time I checked you were a killer not a kidnapper!"
Running my hands through my hair, I spoke through a snarl. "Listen, you fuck. I didn't kidnap her, she hid in my fucking trunk and… it doesn't fucking matter! Just keep her ass here. I have to go." I made my way around the other side to grab out a still unconscious Bella.
"What the fuck did you do to her? What's wrong with her? I want to know why you have her or get your ass back in that car and take her the hell out of here. I don't want no fucking problems coming to my door, Edward."
I was a little taken back by what he implying. Nah, strike that. I was fucking was pissed off and in no mood for twenty questions.
"I didn't do shit to her, she fucking passed out on me and I need to you to watch her. That's all you need to know right now because I have to go. I'm late as it is. We can play catch up later."
"Give me the cliff's notes then." Jasper said back.
I quickly relayed the story to Jasper watching his eyes grow bigger as I explained how I ended up with her at his door. I could see the range of emotions in his eyes, from shock to disbelief, to horror by the time I was finished.
"Fuck, Edward are you crazy? This girl is a target and you didn't follow orders, but brought her back to my house! My fucking home, Edward! Fuck! It would have been better if you had kidnapped her…You're fucking crazy! Seriously." He pounded his fist into a nearby tree.
He was pacing back and forth and I really didn't have time for this shit. I knew why he was upset and, fuck! I didn't like the situation I found myself in either. You don't disobey a direct order no matter what and I had.
"Edward, what were you thinking?" Jasper finally stopped pacing and looked at me. "A direct order, Edward. You just signed your death warrant, along with mine. Fuck!"
"I couldn't do it, dude," I whispered. "She reminds me to much of…of…her." I couldn't finish, I couldn't say her name. He knew how much my sister meant to me; more than anything else in this world.
He spun around and looked in the car at the passed out girl in the passenger sit and 'back at me shaking his head.
"Damn you, Masen. Get her in my house now." He said shaking his head.
I opened the passenger door, picked Bella up and carefully shut the door behind me, I followed Jasper into the house and he motioned for me to put her on the couch. Laying her down carefully, I walked back out to the front pouch, with Jasper following behind me.
"Thanks man and um, she maybe hungry when she wakes up. I don't know when she last ate, but she weighs like nothing. You got my cell phone if anything happens and no matter what you do; don't let her leave 'till I get back. James is really looking for this one. I gotta go. I'll call you when I get to where I'm going."
With that I turned on my heels and made my way to my car and drove off without looking back. Fuck, Jasper was right; I did sign my own death warrant and now, by involving him, I fucking signed his too. Being caught disobeying a direct order would get me in trouble and by knowing about it, he would be considered just as guilty.
I had to take care of business in New Jersey; continue to follow my orders, throwing off any reason for Aro to question me. I needed to buy time and getting the others would buy me the time I needed, hopefully.
I pulled into the airport parking lot and got out my phone. I quickly made arrangements for my car to be driven back to my place because no way in hell was I leaving my baby here. I called the pilot, letting him know I was here and making sure the airplane was fueled and ready for takeoff because I was already late. I boarded the plane and made myself comfortable before calling a few contacts to see if there had been anymore sightings of my target.
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My rental car was waiting when I got off the plane. I knew where I was going; he was last seen, according to my source, in Jersey City. I hopped into the rented Dodge Viper and took off down the road… holy shit, it handled sweet as fuck but nope, didn't hold a candle to my Ferrari Enzo. Yeah, I'm a bit odd; talking about my car like it's my girl, but shit, it was the closest thing to a love relationship I had, or could have, in this line of business.
Thinking of love reminded me of a 'special friend' I may have to look up while in town. The lovely Melanie, or Mel, as I called her for short. She wasn't as dependable as Marissa, but she was a good gal and always down for a 'good time' on short notice. Like I said, I don't date but these girls all knew I wasn't the 'take home to meet the parents' type and were okay with that. No time for clingy girls in my life.
Bella.
That fast my thoughts drifted to her. Why was I so drawn to her? Why did I feel the need to protect her and keep her safe? Alice, it has to be Alice. I've been thinking about her so much since Bella came into my life. That must be why. It made sense; she reminded me so much of my sister.
I pulled into the parking lot across from a little market he quite frequently visited and started to set up as I waited. I took out my Sig and screwed on my suppressor. Knowing I was behind schedule and would more than likely be here over night, I knew I needed a place to stay. There is only one place I would stay in this city, so I grabbed my cell phone and made the call to secure 'a room' for the night.
I got out of the car after I had taken care of my phone, smirking as I did. I scoped out the locations, escape routes and anything else a fucking little rodent could dodge and hide in. I had my beanie hat on with sunglasses and a hoodie over that. We had seen each other once or twice and even though it had been a while, I couldn't take the chance of scaring him off or letting him on to the fact I was here.
It was almost 11 at night and the store was getting ready to close so I figured he wasn't coming. I was getting ready to call it a night when I saw someone coming out of the shadows. I slumped down in my seat and pulled out my binoculars so I could see who it was in case I had to get in position. A smiled played on my face as the bain of my existence, the one mark on my otherwise perfect 'record', came walking straight for the store. Cocky little fucker, thinking he was untouchable, acting like he didn't have a care in the world.
I exited the car as soon as he walked into the store and positioned myself over by the alley I had scoped out earlier. I waited. This was the perfect spot; I could still see the front door but had quick access to the back just in case. I heard the chiming of the front door and made my way slowly down the alley and back up towards the front, following at a safe distance. As soon as he was a clear distance from the store I made my move. I walked faster, passing him quickly on his left side and continuing at a fast pace until I hit a side street. Turning down there I waited for a moment until I came back out and saw him approaching, walking fast. I hit him full on, knocking him to his ass. He looked up and got ready to speak but I took my sunglasses off and let the recognition hit him. And oh, when it did, it was sweet. I could see the range of emotions going through his face; he knew his time had come. I didn't say a word, just motioned over towards the back alley behind a dumpster. In a last ditch attempt I could see he was trying to look over any angle of escape but I had made sure there was none. Finally, I spoke.
"Three years you have managed to avoid me; not be caught. I must say I am impressed, I'll give you that. No one has ever been able to get away from me, but you."
He just stared at me for a few moments not saying a word, like he was still trying to think of a way out of this. I almost was in awe of this boy; not only had he escaped me like no one else, but he had stayed out of our radar for three years and now, when his death is staring him straight in the face, he didn't even whimper or shed a single tear. I've seen bigger, stronger men than him reduced to tears, begging and pleading for their lives to be spared, but not this kid.
"Alright kid, it's time. But since you did the impossible and impressed me by actually getting away, I'm going to do something for you. I'm going to make it as quick and painless as possible."
"Fuck you," he sneered.
"Fuck me." I answered back. "Ha!" I laughed. "Nah, fuck you kid.' I pointed my gun straight at his temple and pulled the trigger once... twice… and watched his body hit the ground.
Looking down at his lifeless body, I put my gun back. There was no need to check two bullets to the brain; direct hit. He was dead. I pulled out my phone to confirm the hit while searching him for the money. 'Bingo!' I flipped through and could tell it was minus a couple of hundred but that was to be expected. Aro could deal with that shit; it wasn't my problem. My problem was sitting in my ex-partner and formal friends' house. I picked up the shell casings putting them in my pocket to be disposed of later.
"Fuck." I mumbled to myself when I thought about that one.
Just as I was getting up I heard a low gasp, I spun around quickly, just in time to see the back of a young woman running away. "Fuck!" I mumbled to myself. No witnesses.
I pulled out my gun, leaving Mouse's dead body lying where I shot him. Wasn't like he was going anywhere but the Hudson river later and took off at a fast pace behind her. All of a sudden she turned her head real quick to see me coming up behind her. But she wasn't quick enough; I was able to make out her face. It was that girl, Jane. Damn, today was turning out to be a pretty good day after all; this girl just saved me the trouble of hunting her down. As our eyes made contact for a brief second I saw the look of horror on her face before she took off at full speed.
"Mother fucker." I grumbled. I was not in the mood for a chase. As I was running behind her I was cursing myself for smoking again. Fuck, it's not like I was in bad shape but smoking sure didn't help. If it wasn't for the few people and cars wondering around on the streets I would have just pulled out my Sig and ended it right then and there. A nice shot to the back of the leg would take her down and I could ship her off to Aro.
We rounded the corner and just as I was reaching out for her, she full on ran right out into oncoming traffic. It stopped me dead in my tracks; Jane just stopped right in the middle of the street and turned to look at me with a far off look in her eyes. Then she slowly turned back towards the truck barreling down the street straight towards her. What the fuck was she doing? The road was too icy, that truck would never be able to stop in time. She slowly turned her gaze back to me and just stared directly into my eyes. I returned the look, not looking away as the truck tried to slam on its brakes. Right before impact she screamed out, "I love you, Mouse!" The truck slammed into her tiny little body and ran right over her like she was nothing more than a piece of paper blowing in the wind.
I must have stood there for a minute or two because I was brought out of my thoughts by screams for 911 and others who were rushing out into the traffic to see if she was alive or not. I knew she wasn't and if she was, she wasn't long for this world. I looked around; the crowd had gotten larger, all gathering around the accident. I had to make a decision.
I headed over there to 'offer my assistance' which really meant looking for the money. It was either that, or telling Aro 'sorry about your luck' and leave now. I decided as much as I despised him, I wasn't in the mood to hear his shit. I walked over, just another concerned citizen. I had to make it quick since the police and ambulance were on their way.
"I'm a medical student." I announced as I made my way through the growing crowd.
A path was cleared and I walked over to the mangled remains of the girl. Her eyes were wide open and it felt as if she was still staring directly into my eyes just as she had moments before. I had to turn my eyes; for the first time in my 5 years in this business I was disturbed by what I had just seen. Her eyes were so intense and I could feel them burning into mine as we held each other's gaze. It did something to me and I didn't like it, not one fucking bit. I continued to 'check her vitals' while actually searching for the money.
'Jack pot!' Hidden inside her jacket pocket I felt the bulge of what I assumed was the money in an envelope. I carefully lifted her body up slightly and removed her jacket and gently placed it under her head and continued to mindlessly feel around her lifeless body acting as if I was checking to see if there was any helping her. I knew there wasn't, but I had to keep up appearances, at least for a moment. I motioned a few others over, making up a story about needing help with something. As all attention was focused on her and what I was saying, I quickly reached in grabbed the envelope and put it in my pocket. I then stood up and announced she was gone. I started backing away from the crowd to make my exit as I heard the sounds of sirens in the background.
I quickly made my way back to my car and grabbed the phone, letting Aro know I had retrieved the money from both 'targets' and explaining what had happened with Jane. To say he wasn't very happy was an understatement. 'Sick bastard' I thought to myself knowing how he would have tortured the girl before ending her life, just for stealing from him. I also let him know I was not touching the body, I needed to get out of there; too many people had seen me and I had comprised myself already by being seen. So one of his guys could come and throw the body in the Hudson; I was done. One more stop for the night and out of New Jersey by morning.
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I leaned against the door and gave my sexiest smirk as she opened the door in nothing but a tight spaghetti strap tank top and matching boy shorts.
"Mel…" was all I managed to get out before I was pulled into her apartment and hugged tight. Someone was happy to see me and I wasn't complaining. It had been a while since I'd gotten any. A man had needs and mine were about ready to be fulfilled.
I grabbed her ass tight and turned us around, slamming her into the door and pressing my body against hers so she could feel just how fucking hard I was. I cupped her ass giving it hard squeeze before I pulled down the shorts she was wearing.
"That's my girl," I smirked as I felt her starting to get wet from my touch. I moved my fingers over her clit, back and forth, before pushing two fingers into her. "I've missed you," I said as my lips were pressed up against her neck. Leaving open mouth kisses while my fingers curled up into her.
"These need to come off now." Mel said as she pulled my jeans down in one quick motion.
"Fuck me now, baby," She moaned in my ear and that was my undoing.
I pinned her arms above her head with one hand. I had already pulled out a condom so I put it by Mel's mouth, having her rip it open with her teeth before putting it on one handed. Yeah, I'm that talented. Leaning into her ear I whispered, "ready to get thoroughly fucked?"
I heard a whimper coming from her and took it as a yes. I rammed my hard dick into her and felt her walls immediately clamping around my dick. Marissa has her thing and Mel has hers; she could squeeze her pussy muscles so tight around a dick. I snickered to myself.
I continued to thrust in and out of her but my mind just wasn't in the game. It kept going back to the girl, Jane, who had chosen to kill herself rather than be taken by me. In a sick way I envied her; I gladly would have chosen death over this life. But my death would only bring problems and pain to my family and although I am a selfish bastard, I wouldn't…couldn't, let harm come to them.
I was brought out of my deep thoughts by a loud moan coming from Mel. I quickened my pace as I brought my lips to her ear whispering, "Cum for me now, baby." I moved my lips to her neck and left my famous mark on her as she came violently. I still hadn't cum; this wasn't working for me. I grabbed her wrist I had held above her head and took her over to her couch so I could enter her from behind. Finally, after a few more thrusts, I got my release. As I filled up the condom I let out a low growl, after resting against her back for a minute I disposed the used condom in a nearby garbage can.
"Hey, baby, I'm going to grab a quick shower," I said. Looking down at myself I noticed I had dried blood on my hands and clothes from Jane and Mouse. I almost felt bad for not showering before but she didn't seem to mind, or hadn't noticed, so I shrugged it off. After a nice, long, hot shower I climbed into bed and after having sex a few more times I was off into a peaceful sleep.
I woke up before she did, having gotten about 4 hours of sleep which was a good amount for me. I kissed her gently on the forehead and left her apartment. I had important issues waiting for me back in New York and I still had no idea how I was going to deal with one in particular.
Pulling out my phone as I walked through the parking lot I called Jasper to check on our Miss Swan and see if she was giving him any shit. As soon as Jasper picked up the phone I had to hold it away from my ear as he started screaming.
"Whoa! Calm the fuck down, Jazz! She did what?" I was listening to him; not believing what I was hearing. "She's locked in the bathroom? You locked her in the bathroom?" I waited to hear his response. "She locked herself in the bathroom? Well pick the fucking lock, Jazz and get her out …. she what?" This Miss Swan was turning out to be more trouble than she was fucking worth. "Alright… Fuck, I said alright! I'm fucking on my way. Now calm the fuck down, Jasper. I have one more stop then I'll be there." With that I shut my phone.
By the time I'd hung up with Jasper I was fucking fuming. How dare that ungrateful little brat? I seriously think someone needed to be taken over my knee and spanked like the 5 year old she was acting like... I knew then and there that this Bella Swan was going to be a handful. I needed to figure something out and figure it out fast.
A/N *hides in the corner* don't hate me please. It had to be done. Everyone has to remember Edward has no feelings for Bella at this point and this is his job, that's what he does. As far as sleeping with yet another woman, again he isn't doing anything wrong; he has no relationship with Bella yet so he wasn't cheating and he isn't a whore. Hopefully I still had some readers after my long absence and hopefully I still have some readers after this chapter. Please review I love hearing your thoughts. Again I can only say how sorry I am this took so long and I will be starting the next chapter Monday. Thank you everyone for being so patient and understand.. HAPPY NEW YEAR.