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This will be in EPOV. I made their first night together a little out of the ordinary, not the conventional honeymoon, so I hope you like it. Enjoy!

TERMS:

Administration: the upper-level power structure of an organized crime family, composed of the boss, underboss, and consigliere.

Consigliere: the counselor in a crime Family; advises boss and handles disputes within the ranks

Enforcer: a person who threatens, maims, or kills someone who doesn't cooperate with Family rules or deals.

On the record: an action sanctioned by the Family

CHAPTER FOUR

EPOV

"Goddammit, J! What the hell happened?" I asked angrily at Jasper. He was sitting opposite me in the living area of the presidential suite at the Swan Olympic Hotel in Seattle, smoking his cigarette and looking so goddamn relaxed.

"Oscar, that motherfucker, was so freaking afraid. If Vicky didn't push him, he would have literally jumped on his own," he said matter-of-factly. Oscar, one of their buttons who was related to some chick working in one of my bars, was the only link to the Volturi we have.

"Didn't I fucking say not to kill him until we got some information out of him?" I growled and brought my fist down on the coffee table making a loud thump that could be heard around the room.

"Don't get too hyped up there, boss," he mocked, calling me by that name only to spite me. "He of course said something about a man named Snake who knows everything about the popping of Swan."

"Well shit J, do we know where this Snake is?" I asked, irritated.

"Edward, relax okay? I got it covered. We are covering grounds as we speak just to locate this man," he said as he stood up still with the cigarette between his lips.

"Was it clean?" I questioned, knowing too well the answer.

"Of course!" he replied. "You fucking know Vicky never leaves a trace that will lead back to us. Never has and never will. She would fucking die before she would allow something to happen to you. I have never understood why her loyalty to you is so strong," he mumbled the last to himself, and I grunted in response.

Victoria was our main enforcer; although, now we only use her when we have a top priority job that needed to be done. She was one of my best-kept weapons against my enemies since nobody knew she was a woman. Doing her job in such a manner they thought it had to be done by a man.

Satisfied with the update he was giving me, I gave him a curt nod. Charlie's death was definitely on the record by the Volturi, but the reason behind it was not solely to conquer Washington alone but there was something else that I was determined to figure out. The person who did the job was the best place to look for answers and I instructed Jasper to do all he could.

I was contemplating on ways to find this Snake person when the voice of my sister interrupted the whole silence of the suite.

"Hey Edward it's after lunch, what are you still doing in your damn pajamas?" she asked irritably. She carried what looked like sets of suits which I could fairly say would be mine and Jasper's, and draped it carefully over the back of the couch. "You will be marrying Isabella in two hours. You should be jumping with joy, not looking like someone whose dog was run over by a car."

"I don't have a fucking dog, Ali," I snapped at her and gave her my famous scowl.

"I know that my dear brother," she said affectionately, unaffected by my sarcasm. "I was trying to humor you. Don't be so goddamn literal!"

She walked slowly to Jasper, took the cigarette from his lips and gave him a long kiss, a kiss that started simple but escalated to a full-blown make-out session.

"Jesus fucking Christ you two! Can you please do that when I am not around?" I hissed at them. That's what you get by allowing your closest friend to marry your sister. A fucking porno!

They laughed while still embracing each other but had stopped kissing and moved back to the couch to join me.

"So, why aren't you getting ready yet, Ali? Doesn't it take you forever to fucking dress up?" I looked at her, my smirk in place. She stuck her tongue at me but replied with enthusiasm.

"I will be going to Isabella's room in half an hour. Don't worry about me brother, I'll definitely be gorgeous!" she said smugly. "Not as stunning as your bride, but enough to entice…" she pinched Jasper's cheek with her right hand "…Mr. Whitlock here."

He grinned at her stupidly, but then turned to me and gave me the look he used when he was in business mode.

"I checked with the Swan's security, they have the church and the grounds secured. I will still make sure that Seth and Alistair do one more sweep of the area," Jasper informed me of the measures that were taken to ensure nobody would get the chance to attack. Alistair was second in command after Jasper, working closely with Jasper on everything he did. When he gave the signal that everything was ok, it meant that it was perfectly fucking ok.

I nodded my head in agreement. I was sure Jasper, who has been effective in everything, had all things under control. Of course I had no doubt Emmett would take extra precautionary measures. The administration of both parties was in attendance so the opportunity to strike was high but would most likely not happen. Well it wouldn't on Jasper's watch and definitely not on mine.

The ceremony was only mere hours away, and the thought of my bride getting all ready to walk the aisle with me made me all giddy and shit. She was the only one who ever made me feel like a fucking stupid moron, but I had long ago accepted the power she had over me. She will be officially mine!

"The Bahamas are clean so no need for you to worry about your honeymoon," he informed me of the last vital information I needed for this occasion.

"Edward, were you able to see the church and banquet hall? These places are beautiful," Alice added, changing the subject to a more suitable topic for her.

"Ali, you damn well know I don't fucking care how it looks! As long as the place's safe and secure and Isabella is the bride, I can wed in the fucking dumpster for all I care!" Informing her in my usual brusque manner.

"What a fucking romantic you are," she said sarcastically, crushed by my lack of enthusiasm on the things that were important to girls. "I think you have to get ready because the ceremony will start in just a couple of hours."

I raised my brow at her, giving an incredulous expression to her absurd suggestion. I knew the amount of time I needed to prepare and it definitely was not the amount she hinted.

The three of us continued with our chat for a little while longer until Alice needed to get up and go get ready in Bella's room which was just a couple of rooms away. She promised to come back to check on the two us before going to the church. She made good on her promise and was back to adjust our tuxedos only minutes before we left for the ceremony.

It was a few minutes before the ceremony was to start and I was already in front of the altar waiting for Bella to make her entrance. I was fixated on my tie, adjusting and readjusting it to ease the tension I was feeling. Jasper who was my best man, stood beside me while observing my nervousness with his usual calm demeanor, giving me a lazy smirk because he was front row seat to a rare and momentous occasion where my anxiety was blatantly obvious to him. At exactly 3 pm, the wedding march started and my normal heartbeat increased significantly as the anticipation of seeing Bella in her wedding dress began to get to me. The bridesmaids, including Alice, looked magnificent in their apple green gowns. Rosalie, the maid of honor, whose gown differs from the others, looked beautiful in her one-shouldered moss green and pink gown.

Everybody was looking great, but when Bella appeared my breath caught in my throat. She was so fucking beautiful! The dress on her only emphasized the already gorgeous face and body. Her hair was tied in a soft side ponytail, adorned with crystals, and accentuating her delicate features. She was smiling as she walked arm in arm with Emmett, who was walking her down the aisle in place of Charlie, looking like a vision out of my dreams. When her eyes landed on mine, it was like somebody punched my stomach, as another breath was sucked out of me. When she smiled at me, I thought I would die. Fucking exquisite! And she's mine!

The whole ceremony was a blur to me; all I was aware of was the woman who stood beside me. She was smiling while she said her vows before I said mine. The serenity radiating from her made me gloat in satisfaction. I had always been a cocky bastard, but now I was cockier than ever before, all because I had this woman next to me that I got to call my wife.

After the ceremonial rights, the required pictures were taken with each of the family in attendance. Even that fucking bastard friend of hers was included in one.

The return to the hotel gave me a chance to introduce her to Carlisle, my father's brother, and his wife, Esme. The death of my father three years ago catapulted my relationship with Carlisle from just nephew-uncle to him being our Consigliere. Coincidentally, Carlisle was in an accident days before Edward Sr.'s heart attack that left him disabled and unable to replace as the leader of our unit, forcing me to become the Boss.

"Bella this is Carlisle, my uncle," I held her close to me, my arm around her waist as I positioned us in front of Carlisle, even though he wouldn't be able to see the beauty that was my wife. I was happy that Bella had given me permission to use her preferred name a couple of days ago.

Carlisle was seated with Esme, his glassy blind eyes were obvious against his pale skin, but he gave us a smile as I kissed him on his cheek. "And this is his beautiful wife, Esme." I turned and gave her a hug.

"It's nice meeting you Carlisle, Esme," she said as she leaned over to kiss Carlisle's cheek as well as Esme's, not commenting about his blindness.

"My nephew found a girl that can handle all his shit, finally!" Carlisle joked, as a look of adoration crossed his face. "And because of that Bella, I like you already." He took her hand, with Esme's help, and kissed it softly.

"I haven't been married to him for an entire day so we'll have to see about that," she jokingly bantered back.

"Now I can see why he is so enamored by you," Esme interjected this time. "Remember dear, don't let him bully you."

She rolled her eyes and laughed, making me join in soon enough. Our conversation with them continued a little while longer, she was being her usual feisty self while I waited patiently for her to finish, all the while holding her hand between mine and rubbing small circles on her palm.

I held her hand the entire time we were entertaining guests in the banquet, only releasing it when she wanted to dance with Emmett and some of her other friends. The food we had served was delicious, and the wine that passed around, were of their finest. I mingled with only a very few guests, not only because I didn't know most of them, but because I was so enthralled with the beauty next to me. I was unwilling to part with her for more than a minute. She made the rounds to mingle, to ensure that everyone believed our marriage was the real deal.

After making sure that everything and everyone was satisfied with the night, she eventually relented to her exhaustion. When we returned to her room, I quickly locked the door and went to her. I grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her hips.

"Edward, what are you doing?" she asked, surprised. "I need to change into more comfortable clothes for the flight."

"Don't worry babe, I cancelled it. We'll be flying out tomorrow instead." I was rubbing her exposed arms, giving her a warm smile.

"What?" she implored incredulously.

"I really want to fuck you tonight," I whispered in her ears as I rubbed circles on her back. "And I can't do that if we'll be on the plane the entire night."

"Oh," was her response, as her cheeks reddened. I tipped her chin with my fingers, forcing her to look at me. Then when I couldn't take it any longer, I fused my mouth against hers. Her arms slowly crept around my neck to lock herself against me, her tongue tangling with mine sending waves of desire throughout my entire body, and directly to my cock. I pulled my mouth from hers for a much needed breath and made my way to a sensitive area of her neck and started to softly caress the area with my lips as I tried to unzip her dress.

"You really look stunning in this," I murmured hoarsely at her, "but it has to go."

I undid the clasp of the halter and allowed the fabric to fall down her feet. I also removed the tie with bejeweled crystals that held her up-do in place to let her gorgeous hair fall down her back.

I stepped back to get a full view of her body. She was now naked, except for the very tiny white-laced panties that hugged her slim waist and the very high-heels on her feet that made her legs look a mile long. Her breasts were beautiful, not too big, but not that small; her pink nipples were puckered, a telltale sign that she was aroused as I was. She was biting her lower lip, her brows arched in challenge.

"Oh Bella, you are so gonna get it," I promised her arrogantly. "Hard." I pulled her to me and hoisted her up. She hitched her legs around my hips, so I was carrying her as I backed up to the big couch located at the corner of the room. I sat us down with her straddling my lap. We tongue-fucked each other as I ground my hips against hers. My massive erection hitting her hot core through the fabric of her panties leaving no doubt of the desire I had for her. I removed my lips from her to slowly palm both her breasts in each of my hands, squeezing and rubbing the already hardened peaks with my thumbs. While I massaged her breasts she unbuttoned my shirt, pushed it open and slid it off my shoulders to join the suit jacket on the floor.

"Oh shit….ungh." Her moans were fueling my desire. She looked so hot with her eyes closed, and her head thrown back.

"Babygirl, your tits feel so soft," I rasped as I moved my hand from her breasts to support her back, anticipating her reaction to what I would do next. I licked one of her peaks before taking it into my mouth then started gently sucking on her nipple. Bella arched her body forward to give me more access to her breast, bending her back which surely made her tumble backwards to the floor had I not been holding her for support. I nipped and sucked alternately, eliciting another moan from her. "They fucking taste so delicious!" I said to her.

"Edward, don't….ungh, stop…oh," she moaned. She was clutching my arm so hard her nails were digging into my skin.

The pain woke me from my dazed state and suddenly I froze. The reaction I was getting from her was so different from the one I remembered from New York; the shy little kisses and caresses in response to my experienced ones. This Isabella seemed more sexually confident and assured in her actions than the girl I knew back then. The thought someone else had touched her and that all of these new reactions coming from her body must have been learned from one of her lovers only fueled my anger.

I pushed her off of me, and proceeded to stand up and walk to the liquor cabinet set at one corner of the room, to fix myself a drink. The surge of anger and jealousy I was feeling right at this moment stemmed from not knowing the important aspects of her life for the past few years. Even though her activities were carefully monitored, I couldn't confidently affirm she had not been sexually involved with anyone after me. There was only so much a person could gather from observing outside the confines of their homes and establishments.

I turned to her with a frown on my face, only to be greeted with a frown of her own.

"What the hell Cullen? I thought you wanted this with me," she cried out in frustration, looking like an enraged angel sitting sexily on the couch.

"How many?" I needed to know so I asked. I am such a motherfucking asshole!

"How many what?" She asked, clearly irritated with my attitude. I finished the vodka in one big gulp and sat the glass back on the table before making the question clear.

"Men," I asked as I walked slowly to her, my anger slowly resurfacing while I anticipated her answer. My eyes never leaving hers, wanting to see if she would lie to me. "How many men enjoyed that delectable body of yours?"

"What?" she looked up with confusion in her eyes.

"How many have you fucked?" I emphasized fiercely. Her eyes widened once realization of what I said registered in her brain.

"You are such a fucking hypocrite!" she yelled furiously as she stood up, quickly picking up my shirt from the floor to cover her body. " I found you with that slut and now you have the nerve to question how many men I fucked?"

She turned to move towards the bedroom, but I grabbed her arm. I remembered the girl she caught me in bed with. I even remembered the words I told her, the words I hurled at her intending to hurt her. But I didn't want to go there just yet because fuck, I needed to know about this.

"Bella, I fucking need to know," I asked, my voice filled with desperation. She looked at my hand gripping her arm to alert me to the pain I was causing, but at the moment I couldn't find it in me to care as I waited for her response.

"Well goddamn, if you really want to know, asshole, I had one lover!" she spat as my breath hitched with that answer.

Since I made the choice to be in this predicament I didn't want to leave anything uncovered. "Who?"

"Are you kidding me!" she shouted at me. She was so angry she raised her hand intending to slap me, but went against it and turned around to leave me there standing in the living area of the hotel room. "Fuck you, Cullen!"

I didn't allow her to get far as I reached for her hand and spun her around. "Who was the motherfucker who had the audacity to take what is mine?" I asked her in a deadly voice, clearly conveying the anger that was consuming every inch of my body.

"It is so nice of you to insult that asshole," she said in the same tenor of voice I was using, "because that motherfucker is no other than Edward fucking Masen! That's you, you sorry son of a bitch!" She turned as she finished her admission. I stood stunned at what she just admitted and finally released the breath I was holding. I was so relieved I quickly ran after her. I caught up to her just as she was about to enter the bath.

"Are you telling me…," I asked, my voice expectant.

"Yes, you're the only-,"

I didn't let her finish as I captured her lips forcing them open and snaked my tongue inside her mouth. She tried to push me, but was making a futile effort. She made me move away just a little to give her room to breathe.

"Goddammit Edward!" she hissed as she struggled against me. I held firm, refusing to let go.

"Babygir!," I whispered, making soft kisses against her jaw while holding her tight on her waist. "You don't know how fucking happy I am to know that."

"Edward, your mood swings are giving me whiplash," she said so softly, but with a resigned voice.

"I'm so sorry, Bella," I whispered against her mouth. "We'll talk about this some other time, tomorrow if you want, just not right now. I need to feel you. Please let me have your body."

She looked at me with a frown and I gave her my most dazzling smile, intent on impressing her so she would give me a chance. It worked. She jumped so suddenly wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, kissing me hard on the lips. I'll be damned! My wife wants me as much as I want her!

I walked backwards as I continued to ravish her mouth, supporting her with one hand on her ass while the other was trying to push my shirt from her shoulders to remove it completely. When the back of my legs touched the bed, I turned around and gently laid her on top of the comforter. I removed the lacy panties, which was the last piece of clothing on her, as quickly as I could. I stood looking at her while I deftly removed every scrap of clothing left on my body, leaving it in a pool around my feet.

I covered my naked body with hers, relishing in the softness of her skin against mine, the electricity that shot through me whenever we touched only intensified. Her naked breasts were pressed against my chest as she wrapped her hands around my neck to tangle her fingers in my hair. I felt her give my hair a tug when I bit her lower lip. I really wanted to devour her mouth again but the desire to feel her surround my cock just couldn't wait any longer. I needed to be inside her, to feel her warmth around my shaft. I spread her legs and held her thighs apart and aligned my cock with her entrance. The confirmation I needed, the small smile as she bit her lip, was apparent on her face. I thrust firmly and I was inside. Holy shit! This feels so fucking good!

"Holy shit!" I shifted, eliciting a loud moan from both of us. I allowed her time to accommodate my size before I began moving.

I pulled out slowly and pushed back in, and began repeating the process over and over again. Each thrust I made became increasingly hard, but they were being met by the gorgeous vixen underneath me, bucking her own hips to mine.

"Oh…..God….Masen," she moaned incoherently.

"I fucking love it when you call me that," I rasped out, still fucking her hard. My cock was sliding in and out of her warm, wet core. "Babygirl, you're so fucking tight! Ahh…fuck!"

"Yes, fuck me!" she screamed. Her head was thrashing around on the mattress, and her movements were having some kind of effect on my penetration, a very good kind of effect. "I need it harder!"

I plowed into her, driving in hard and strong. I thought momentarily that I might hurt her, but judging from the response I was getting from her body and the moans coming from deep in her chest, I continued to slide in and out of her pussy with as much force as we could handle, the movement making the bed creak.

"Shit, baby….it feels so fucking good to be inside you!" I moaned, holding one of her ankles up on my shoulder. I pushed again and hit her most sensitive spot and embedding my cock even deeper inside her. Her walls were quivering, a sure sign she was nearing her orgasm, as I continued to pound inside faster and harder.

"Please…oh…..oh!"

Her walls clenched around my cock as she came. "Shit Masen!"

I continued to move slowly this time, helping her ride out her orgasm, but making sure she knew we weren't finished just yet. Just as she slumped against the mattress, I gathered her legs up and held them up against my head as I slammed my cock into her, again and again, feeling her begin to contract yet again.

"That's it baby, ahhhh…..fuck." I pushed again, releasing inside her as my own orgasm hit me with the force that was unexpected.

I rolled us over so her sweaty body was on top of mine, but my dick was still cozy inside her body. I waited until both our breathing steadied before I stood and went to the bathroom to clean up and brought back a towel to clean her up.

After I moved Isabella, I slid under the covers and pulled her close. She turned to look at me and I began to apologize, "Bella, I'm sorry."

She raised her brows in question. I rubbed my knuckles on her cheeks. "Remember I told you I will make you come at least three times before I do?" I was referring to the promise I made during our time in New York. She nodded in confirmation. "And I wasn't able to do that tonight."

"It was really okay, Edward," she said softly, as she gave me a small smile, her eyes fluttering shut. I pulled her ankle to hitch her leg on my waist, forcing her to hug me with both her arms and legs. She didn't seem to mind as she snuggled against my neck, just the way she did when we were together long ago, and succumbed to her fatigue. I was content on holding her close and listening to her ragged breathing even out, until my own exhaustion finally allowed me to follow her into blissful oblivion.

ooooooooOOOOOOoooooooo

I stirred just as I felt soft skin slide against my naked hips. Bella. Mmmm…She began grinding her hips causing my cock to spring to life.

"Are you awake?" she purred and I bucked my hips in response. "Good."

I suddenly felt a sharp, cold metal against my throat. I opened my eyes and frowned at her. "What the fuck, Bella?" She had a knife pointed directly at my jugular vein.

"You started this and I intend to finish it," she said smugly. "Now that I have your undivided attention, you tell me Cullen, will this," she was gesturing her finger between us, "be like what we had in New York, huh?"

She moved the knife closer to my skin as she emphasized she was serious. "Will I one day find a fucking girl in our bed?" The word our together with the word bed, did something to my already raging erection.

"No," I said hoarsely, my lust for her doubled with what she was doing. You're really fucked up for getting hard over this! I was more concerned of her reaction to my erect cock that was pressing against her covered pussy than the knife she was pointing at me. She was wearing a silky, bronze-colored robe that covered her breasts as well as a portion of her thighs. I was determined to remove it as soon as possible.

"You wanted my body, and I've given it to you. I just want to make something extremely clear," she said so seriously as she bent down, her nose touching mine. "I won't be sharing you with anyone, understood? I won't be made a fool again."

"Of course, babygirl."

"Are you just saying this because I am pressing a knife to your throat?"

"No, babe. I wouldn't want it any other way." I gave her a wide grin, making sure to show I was agreeing to her terms of exclusivity and that I didn't want anyone else. The look she was giving me was one of skepticism, so I grabbed her available hand and put it over my chest, just above my heart. "I promise Bella."

She nodded, but didn't make a move to remove the knife. We were staring at each other, assessing each other's mood.

I got tired of our situation so I checked her concentration. I bucked my hips and noticed her distraction, so I quickly and effectively removed the knife from her hand as she gasped in shock.

"My turn, babygirl," I said seductively and flipped us over.

I know I cut it short, sorry! I didn't want it to be long, and it is going to be if I didn't do that.

The good news is, their honeymoon will be continued next chapter. And as you can guess, some of your questions on their past relationship will be answered. ;-) So see you next update, see you Thursday.

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