AN: Oh boy. Here it is.

This is truly experimental writing for me. Please be kind. LOL.

Thank you to both Melee03 and 6dlb5 for pre-reading and making me feel better. :oD

There is violence and, of course, sexual content in this chapter.

Ready to meet Charlie?

~xoxoxoxo~

Chapter 3:

"Charlie, this is Edward," Bella purred. " Edward, this is Charlie, my father."

Charlie looked up at me, clapped his hands together loudly and sneered.

"So, are you ready for your judgment, boy?"

Oh Fuck!

He stood up and I saw he had a gun in his waistband. Two huge guys flanked him immediately, each one sporting the same hardware.

Just behind him, barely noticeable, stood two young girls, probably not much older and certainly no bigger than Bella. They were dressed in camouflage cargo pants and black tank tops. One of them had strawberry blond hair that was pulled back into a tight ponytail, while the other had short black hair that stuck up all over the place. They looked hard-core, but they probably wouldn't have been threatening had they not been holding AK-47s.

My mouth was suddenly extremely dry. I glanced over at Bella who was looking fairly amused.

She wouldn't be smiling if something bad was going to happen, right?

Or had she just been playing with me?

Emmett was off to my right in the corner of the room practically humping Rose's leg. Jasper was on my left. His eyes were trained on one of the little girls with the massive weaponry.

No one was giving me any sort of hint as to what was about to happen.

I wanted to murder Bella. She hadn't prepared me for this at all. Of course, we hadn't actually done much talking, but she could have at least warned me that there would be weapons. I was unarmed; unprotected.

I looked back to Charlie and he was smirking at me.

"I was under the impression that we were supposed to meet yesterday morning," he said gruffly.

I cleared my throat. "I. . . uh, yes, sir, I didn't realize. . ."

"You were entertaining my daughter?"

I thought about it for a minute. Did he really not know what had happened in the last two days? It seemed as though everyone else did, so I could only assume he did as well.

"I was, sir."

"Are you fucking her?" he demanded.

I nearly choked on my own spit as I was attempting to swallow.

"What?"

"You heard me. Are. You. Fucking. Her?"

I looked over at Bella, hoping that she would rescue me in some way.

She was smirking at me. She was enjoying watching me squirm. I swore to myself that if I got out of that room alive and had a moment alone with her, she would pay for this.

"Bella and I have been getting to know each other," I explained, hesitantly. Not that I was ashamed of what we had done, but it was slightly awkward discussing what we were doing with her father of all people.

"That wasn't my fucking question," he barked.

He pulled his gun from his pants. It hung limply at his side, but I heard him cock the hammer. I honestly had no idea how to answer his question. If I answered honestly, he was sure to blow my head off, but if I lied. . . well, I had no idea what would happen if I lied.

And then she did it. She threw me a bone. I saw her head bob forward slightly in a nod.

"I am, sir. Or... I was."

I heard gasps and whispers all around me at my admission. Charlie's eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline. And then a huge grin spread across his face and he laughed. They were big booming laughs.

"You are the first fucker to come in here and actually admit to that," he choked. "That takes some fucking balls, boy."

He uncocked his gun and shoved it back into his pants.

I let out a sigh, but very quickly realized that any sort of relaxation was premature. Charlie wasn't done with me.

"Who are you?" he asked as he approached me. His hands were clasped behind his back casually and he began to circle. The two male bodyguards were no more than a couple of feet away, while the females with the assault rifles kept their distance.

"Edward."

"Not enough," he growled.

"Edward Anthony Masen."

"Masen huh?" he sneered.

"And how old are you, Mr. Masen?"

Shit.

He was going to fucking kill me, but I didn't dare lie. I had been there for two days. I had a feeling he already knew everything about me.

"Twenty-five" I answered sheepishly, stealing another peek at Bella.

Her lips twitched as though she was going to smile, but she kept herself in check. Instead, she sat herself down on the arm of Charlie's chair. Her legs were on either side and she planted her hands down on the arm in front of her.

"Twenty-five? Do you know how old this little girl is?" He threw his arm backwards towards Bella.

"Eighteen, sir."

"Barely," he huffed loudly.

I couldn't help but let out a loud sigh of relief. Charlie noticed.

"Oh, were you actually questioning it, Mr. Masen?" he spit. "You openly pursued her and you weren't sure if she was actually a minor or not? You spent two days fucking her and you had no idea how old she actually was?" Charlie covered his face with his hand and turned away from me. He was shaking in anger.

"I didn't pursue her," I defended myself, as if that really made a difference. I hadn't really. She had come to me before I had even had a chance.

I heard Bella scoff and when I met her eyes, she looked a little bit insulted. Shit, I was pissing off the only person who would possibly defend me.

"Oh please, Mr. Masen, everyone pursues Isabella. She has no need to make the effort herself," he laughed.

I gazed at her, silently begging her to tell him that he was mistaken. That it had been her that had come to me. But she didn't. She stared a hole right through me. She was going to throw me to the fucking wolves. I angrily clenched my jaw together trying to keep myself under control.

"Why are you here, Mr. Masen?" he asked harshly.

"I was told that a judgement was necessary," I grumbled.

"Not in this room. Why are you here? What made you ask for entrance to begin with?"

I sighed. "I have nowhere else to go."

"And why is that?"

I looked up at Charlie. "Surely you must know."

He smirked at me. "I want to hear you say it."

I closed my eyes and shook my head. Bella was looking at me in confusion.

"I fucked up." I groaned.

"How?"

I scanned the room. Everyone was looking at me; watching me; studying me.

"I got caught."

"Doing what, Mr. Masen?"

"I was a mercenary. A hit man."

"Correction, Mr. Masen, you are a mercenary. Just because you are in hiding, it doesn't change who you are. A murderer."

I swallowed forcefully. "I'm not hiding because I'm afraid of punishment or retribution. I don't want to be that man anymore."

"You've killed hundreds of people. Men, women and children. Do you honestly think you can run away from that?"

"I'm not running away."

Charlie laughed cruelly. "Do you know where you are, Mr. Masen?"

I didn't answer him. I thought that perhaps he was asking a rhetorical question.

"They call us 'the Hive.' Do you know why?"

"No, sir," I answered.

"We are a self-sufficient colony. This is our nest. We work for one reason only. To survive. We do not allow our enemies to penetrate our home. There are so many who would love to destroy us. To take what we have created and make it their own. We very rarely venture out into that world. Your world; The world that is at war. They will destroy themselves and we will survive. We grow our own food, we use natural resources to supply us with whatever we need, and we breed."

Charlie looked back at Bella as he said this.

"And she is our queen."

Bella's was watching us carefully; assessing my reaction. Charlie looked back at me.

"Have you mated?" he asked.

I wasn't sure how to answer that.

"I don't understand," I said shaking my head. We'd already established what I'd been doing to his daughter for the last two days.

"Did you have yourself a woman, Mr. Masen? One that you were about to pledge yourself to?"

I stood stock still. I should have known that he would have found out. Bella's head was tilted as she waited for my answer.

I closed my eyes and pursed my lips together. "Yes," I whispered.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." Charlie barked.

"Yes," I said more forcefully.

His lips curled up in an evil grin and he snickered. "What happened to your her? Your fiancee?"

I was angry.

Why is he doing this to me?

"She died," I growled.

"How did she die?"

"Why do you keep asking me questions you obviously already know the answer to?" I snapped.

It happened so fast I almost missed it, but the feel of cold steel pressed against my temple told me I had pushed my luck too far. Looking up I saw that not only was Charlie's gun pointing at my head, but all four bodyguards were aiming directly at me. Bella did not look phased. If she were feeling anything at that moment, I couldn't tell.

"You need to learn some respect, boy. I have the power to end your life before the next beat of your heart. Now I'm going to ask you again, Mr. Masen, how did your woman die?"

"I fucking killed her," I choked. "Are you happy? I put a gun to her head and I pulled the fucking trigger. She was the target, I had no choice."

There was silence. No one spoke a word for what seemed like an eternity.

"Do you trust him, Isabella?" Charlie asked his daughter without looking away from me.

My heart began hammering in my chest. The cold steel of the muzzle dug painfully into my temple. I was afraid to breathe. I could see the guards shifting in anticipation. The little dark haired one's attention slipped as her gaze darted behind me.

I glanced at Bella. Her eyes met mine for the briefest of moments and I knew that I was done.

"No," she sighed.

Charlie cocked his gun.

I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes, waiting for the moment that it would all be over. That I could leave everything behind. But I would find no peace. I knew where I would be heading once he pulled that trigger. There would be no Heaven's gates for me. I would burn in hell, with all of my victims watching.

"But I want to."

Her soft voice was closer to me now. I almost felt it caress my skin. I opened my eyes slightly just as she was pushing Charlie's gun away from my head.

There was a click as Charlie pulled his arm away and put the gun back in his waist band once again. The guards also lowered their weapons.

Bella stood directly in front of Charlie, with her back to me. She was extremely close to him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder as she leaned in, whispering softly into his ear. He looked up at me and his eyes narrowed. I had no idea what she was telling him, but from the look he was giving me, it couldn't have been good. She kissed him softly on the cheek and he nodded his head back towards the chair, indicating that she should return to her perch.

"We all make mistakes, Mr. Masen," Charlie said in an extremely controlled voice. "My daughter tells me you've taken good care of her. She seems to have a special interest in you and I have never denied her her toys."

I looked over at Bella.

Her gaze was intense and her body shifted forward on the arm of the chair.

"Isabella, stop!" Charlie suddenly bit at her.

"I can't," she replied desperately.

"Try," he growled.

It was then that I noticed what he was talking about. The two female guards, who just happened to be standing the closest to Bella were both panting, their bodies trembling. The male guards weren't much better. Their hands were resting on their crotches and it was evident that they were getting increasingly uncomfortable. Charlie tilted his neck to the side violently and I heard it crack. He leaned in really close to me and whispered in my ear.

"Do you know how excruciatingly fucked up it is for me to get a hard on because of what she's doing?" He grumbled.

The thought disturbed me. Unfortunately though, I was beginning to feel her as well and getting a hard on while the father of the girl you've just spent two days screwing is whispering in your ear is almost just as fucked up.

I coughed slightly and when he pulled away I was forced to adjust myself. Charlie looked down, rolled his eyes, and started chuckling.

"It's fine when she's not here," he said quietly, resuming his circling. "When I have someone to. . . take care of me. When I don't have to remember that it's her that's doing this. But when she's in the same room, well. . . it's so much more intense. And with you. . . you're not even fucking touching her and this is almost completely unbearable."

He was grinding out his words now as though it was painful. And I suppose it was. I was fucking hard as hell and was seriously considering grabbing her and trying to make a run for it. No matter how angry I was with her, I fucking wanted her like nothing else. Unfortunately, there were still a lot of fucking guns in the room.

"That's never happened before," he sighed turning away from me.

What's never happened before?

"You'll be allowed to stay. . . for now." He waved his hand as if dismissing me.

"That was my judgement?" I asked. Okay, so it hadn't exactly been pleasant, but I was expecting something a lot more complicated.

"Judgement is about admitting your weaknesses, your failures. It's about accepting the mistakes you've made out there and moving on. You cannot become a part of our colony without leaving your past behind. You have a lot of fucking work to do Mr. Masen. Now, get the fuck out of my office."

I turned around towards the door we had entered through, but Emmett and Jasper were standing in front of it.

"You can't go back that way," Emmett announced.

"Well how the hell do I get out of here then?"

"Bella will show you," Rose cooed, pointing to the opposite side of the room. My little goth doll was standing by another door, waiting for me.

I was far too pissed off though. I didn't want to follow her. I wanted to go back out to the club and find someone else. I didn't care who it was. I didn't care that Bella had brought me more pleasure in two days than dozens of women had brought me over the last ten years. No one had ever brought me to such highs. But at that moment, all I needed to do was make the feelings go away. I needed to forget; at least try to.

"You take her back. I'm going to the club," I growled.

"Dude, you so don't want to piss off the big man right now," Emmett chuckled. "He's got some business to attend to and I'm pretty sure the next time he points his gun at you, he will pull the trigger."

I looked over at Charlie who was glaring at me from his chair. The blond guard was sitting on his lap, playing with the buttons of his shirt as he caressed her thigh.

"Fuck!"

I stormed over to Bella with Emmett, Rose, Jasper, and the little dark haired guard following.

Through the door was a stairwell. Bella stopped.

"Bella?" the little dark haired guard asked.

"Go, Alice. We'll be fine."

"I don't think that's a good idea, B," Jasper said shaking his head and glancing over at me.

I'm fairly certain that he could see the fury radiating from my body.

"I said we'll be fine," Bella responded sharply.

Hesitantly, the four of them climbed the stairs.

"Edward," she said softly.

"What?" I barked.

"Follow me."

At first I didn't want to, but then I thought better of it. She had nearly gotten me killed. I deserved to let her know how pissed off I was.

I followed her down the steps silently, focusing only on intensity of my anger.

Four flights down, there was a doorway into another room. This one looked like a den of sorts. There were sofas and tables. There was even a kitchen with a stainless steel sink and quartz countertops. This part of the Hive had to have been fairly deep within the mountain. The walls were all rock, completely uneven and jagged.

"You're upset," she stated gently.

"Huh. Really? What gave you that impression?" I snarled.

"Did you want me to lie?"

"Yes."

"I can't lie to Charlie, Edward."

"Why the fuck not?

"He always knows when I'm untruthful. I don't even try anymore. I will not commit wrongs against him. He's my father. My protector."

"But you can commit them against me," I stated, rather than asked.

"I didn't."

"You did. Why the fuck did you even take me to your bed if you were only going to feed me to the fucking sharks afterwards?"

"Edward?" she whimpered.

"No!" I shouted. "Don't even try it. You were going to let me hang myself."

"I wasn't."

"You were!"

"He wouldn't have hurt you," she insisted.

"He had a fucking gun pointed at my head, Bella."

"He was playing with you. He wanted to see what you would do. That's what he does. He rules with fear, Edward."

I stalked towards her and she started backing up. Her expression told me she was nervous. She had dismissed her guards. No one would hear her scream, not all the way down here.

She hit the wall and immediately put her hands up to protect herself.

They rested on my chest and she tried to push me away, but I was much larger than she was.

"Why would you do that to me?" I asked, resting my forehead against hers and wrapping my hand around her throat. It wasn't tight, just enough to get my point across. I knew that this action alone would be enough to end my life if anyone ever found out about it.

"I...I..."

What the fuck am I doing?

I was standing there holding my little goth doll, my goddess, against the wall by the throat. Part of me wanted to hurt her, to make her suffer, but then I looked into her eyes. There was no longer fear in them. Her pupils had dilated almost to the point where I could no longer see any chocolate brown, only black. Her tongue darted out, flesh and metal connecting seductively, and she blinked slowly.

I could feel her. She was wrapping her energy around me like a blanket. The craving I had for her was intense and combined with my anger, I was about to become a very dangerous man.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I growled.

"I can't help it," she whispered.

"I could end you, you know."

"You won't hurt me," she purred. "Your hands on me, your touch, it drives me crazy."

"You don't trust me. You said it yourself. Why aren't you scared?"

"I never said I wasn't scared?" She gasped as I tightened my grip.

I watched her struggle for breath for a minute before loosening it again.

Almost immediately, one side of her mouth curled up into a wicked grin. I released her completely and dragged my hand across her collarbone. She was flushed and her nipples were pert beneath her top.

So fucking beautiful.

"Do it then," she taunted. "You want me? Take me. However you want."

It was a challenge. One that I was going to win.

I reached down underneath her skirt, between her legs, and felt her heat. As I pressed my fingers against her lace covered sex I could feel her pulsating with need. She was wet and ready.

I slipped my hand around the waistband of her panties and with a quick, sharp tug the fabric split, leaving her bare. She jumped a little in surprise, but I felt a wave of her energy pass over me. She liked it.

I used my free hand to unbuckle my pants. They slid down to my ankles, shortly followed by my boxers.

I only waited a second, but it was long enough for her to know what was coming. It was not going to be gentle.

Bending my knees, I positioned myself at her entrance. I grabbed her calf and wrapped it around my hip before slamming into her as hard as I could. She cried out and dug her fingernails into my shoulders.

I leaned into her, returning my hand to her throat. "Am I hurting you, doll?" I grunted as I plunged into her with everything I had.

"Oh, God, yes," she cried.

"Do you want me to stop?"

I had no idea if I would be able to, but if it was too much for her, I would try. I just hoped to God that she could handle it.

"No, no, no, no. Don't stop, please don't stop," she begged.

That's my girl.

"Do you like it when I'm rough?" I was pounding her into the rock wall and I knew she was going to have a few cuts and bruises.

"Feels so good," she moaned.

"You screwed me over in there. You were going to let your father kill me," I accused, as I continued to relentlessly thrust myself into her.

"I wasn't, I swear."

"He was so pissed at me he was shaking."

"He was laughing," she yelped. "When he turned his back on you he was laughing."

She threw her head backwards and I heard the thud as it hit the wall. I grabbed her other leg and lifted her up entirely. The angle that my dick was hitting inside of her changed and she mewled loudly.

"Why would he laugh?"

"Because you actually, ahhh, you actually thought he was angry about you, oh God, not knowing my, my age. Oh, God, Edward, harder."

"You want it harder, doll? You want me to break you?" I grunted.

"Yes," she cried out passionately. "Please?"

"Do you know what I want?"

I dropped her and pulled out, turning her around quickly so that her front was pushed up against the wall before plunging back in from behind. I spread my fingers and shoved my hand against her cheek before leaning in. My mouth was right next to her ear and I spoke in a low, threatening voice.

"I." thrust "Want." thrust "You." thrust "To." thrust "Scream."

I wrapped one hand around her waist and slid it underneath her skirt so that I could press against her clit. With three more thrusts she let go. And she screamed-just as I had demanded. I felt her body tense and her hands shot up, encircling my neck and pulling at me roughly. I removed my hand from her pussy, wrapped it around her waist and braced my other one against the wall. I continued my assault for another forty-five seconds before I too was completely lost in ecstasy. It was as though all of the anger and frustration that I had been feeling was leaving my body as I spilled into her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I wailed as wave after wave coursed through me.

I leaned in, allowing my body weight to secure her firmly against the wall. We stayed like that for a while, with me still inside her, panting heavily.

"It doesn't matter," she sighed, resting her head against the wall.

"It does," I said, gently pulling out of her so that I could get my boxers and pants back on. "To me, it does."

She turned to face me and placed her hands on my jaw as she lowered her eyes.

"I can't ever belong to you."

"Why not?"

"He won't let me."

"Do you feel it?" I asked, hoping she would know what I meant. Our connection was not normal. I couldn't explain it, but it transcended the physical lust our bodies had been trying to sate.

I lifted her chin with my finger and kissed her gently on the lips. Her eyes held sadness and pain.

"He can't ever know," she whispered. "He'll take you away from me."

"That's why you let him do that to me in there?" I asked "You were protecting me?"

She nodded and bit her lip. "If I had defended you, begged for you, he would have realized. He would have killed you. My life isn't my own, Edward. I belong to the Hive."

I wrapped my arms around her, enveloping her in the most comforting embrace that I possibly could.

"Let him try to separate us, Bella," I murmured into her hair. "I promise you, I'm not going anywhere."

~xoxoxoxo~