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EPOV

We returned to the room, and Bella was like a possessed woman. She told me that she had never given a blow job before, and she would need me to guide her. I seriously think that I'm the luckiest bastard to ever walk the face of the earth. It turns out that my wife has absolutely no gag reflex. I'm talking zero, zip, zilch, nada! She was the first woman who was ever able to take all of me straight down her throat. She started out rather tentatively, licking up one side and down the other. She actually moaned when she licked the precum that was leaking out of the tip. When I got to the back of her throat, I told her to breathe through her nose. She swallowed instinctively, and sucked me straight down. Did you ever see the sword swallower in the circus? Yeah, that was my wife with my cock! My hands were on the back of her head, guiding her.

"Sweetheart, you gotta move. I'm going to cum," I tried warning her. She responded by sucking harder. I exploded down her throat. She continued to suck, until I had to physically stop her. I was so sensitive, and she had drained me completely.

I woke up to my phone ringing at two in the morning.

"Boss, you have to get back, NOW!" Emmett was screaming in my ear.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON THERE!" I roared. Bella jumped awake, her hands on her chest.

"It's the fucking dogs. They were at the docks when we came to collect our shipment," Emmett screamed in response. We were supposed to be receiving a rather large shipment of weapons from our source in Russia. Only my brothers and I were aware it was coming in today. There was no way that the Blacks should have known about it.

"Can you identify any of them?" I wanted to know exactly who we were playing with.

"Paul, definitely. And I saw Jacob a while ago, but he took off with his tail between his legs. I hit him, but just grazed his arm. Fucking pussy! Anyway, Jared was here too. They came in quietly and just watched." Meaning, they had parked away from the dock and hoofed it over.

"We got Paul. Jazz hit him in both feet. He wasn't going anywhere, and they left him behind. We're taking him to the warehouse now. We left Dad in charge of securing the shipment."

"Keep him there. He seems to be a glutton for punishment, but it's MY turn!" I hung up the phone, and ran my hands over my face. I wasn't sure how to tell Bella that I had to cut our trip short.

"It's okay, Edward. We have to go back. I could tell, just by your reactions. I realize that you think I'll be upset, but the truth is that I love you, and this is a part of who you are. I really do understand. Now let's get packed and check out." Bella is the most understanding person I have ever met. "Besides, we can always come back another time."

I left a rather large tip at the reception desk for housekeeping and, Susan, our waitress. I left the two massage therapists a note, telling them to improve their professionalism if they expected to earn tips from customers who were happily married and newlyweds.

After dropping Bella off at the penthouse, I made my way to the warehouse. Paul was sitting, chained to a chair. Blood covered the ground beneath him. One of my brothers had fashioned tourniquets above his bullet wounds to stop him from bleeding out.

"You're a dumb motherfucker, aren't you? What the fuck were you doing at my pier?"

He sat there, smirking at me, not saying a word.

I slapped him in the face, which had to hurt like a motherfucker due to the still fresh burns on him. He winced, but still remained silent. OK, time to play hardball!

Standing in front of him, I placed my brass knuckles on. I hit his nose so hard that it dislocated, turning sideways on his face. Blood gushed out, and he was gagging from the blood that rushed into his mouth. The chair fell backwards, and I kicked his face, chest, abs and groin.

"ANSWER ME, MOTHERFUCKER!" I roared at him.

He was writhing, trying to curl away from my blows, but he was still tied to the chair and unable to.

"My grandmother hits harder than you do, Cullen," he gasped out.

I got a pair of industrial rubber gloves, safety goggles, and a face mask. My men were doing the same. Lye, when introduced to wet skin, causes severe burns and permanent disfiguring. My knife made quick work of his jeans and boxers. I opened a bottle of water and dumped it onto his cock. "You have five seconds to start talking, before there is not a heroin addicted whore on the planet that you could pay enough to suck your cock ever again."

"Ww..whhaatt dddoo yy…yyou want tttoo knnoowww?" He stuttered out. His eyes wide with panic.

"What were you doing on my pier?" I gritted out through clenched teeth.

"Billy wanted your weapons. We were going to hijack them, after your guys got them loaded in the truck. He wanted us to follow the rest of you to your warehouse, so he could send us back to raid it at another time. We've never been able to find where your stash is." I smirked at this. They never would find it either. No one, outside of the family living in the apartment building, knows about our sub-basement storage facility.

"We were supposed to be on the lookout for Bella too. She hasn't been seen for days, and he's been getting desperate. He knows that she's with you. He's been screaming something about the fucking vultures again." Jasper, Emmett and I burst out laughing at his stupidity.

Chuckling, Jasper gasped out, "You're such a stupid motherfucker. You have no idea what Billy's gotten you all into."

I decided to send him back to Billy, with a message. "You're going to tell Billy to forget about Bella. She is none of his concern. You tell him that my wife is never going to be a part of his family. Tell him not to fuck with me. He won't like the consequences. He has no idea the extent of her protection." Aro had also added two bodyguards, which were to stay in the background until needed. Laughing, I added, "Tell him the 'vultures' are circling."

I took the lye, and spilled a small amount into his eyes, blinding him instantly. Just to be an asshole, I also poured some onto his dick. "Hope fatherhood was never in your plans."

Turning to my men, who were wincing at Paul's sizzling cock, I ordered, "Get this fucker out of here. Dump him off on Billy's front lawn."

In the car, I turned to my brothers. "I need to calm down, before I go back home. Let's go to the club for a couple of drinks."

The line to get into the club was wrapped around the block. We decided to go in that way, instead of the private entrance. Walking straight up to the bouncer, I shook his hand.

"Busy night, boss, lots of choices in there. Leave something for me." That's right. He doesn't know I got married days ago.

"They're all yours, my man." He looked at me like I was an alien.

"Well, it should get interesting. Two of your putanas are in there. Tanya and Lauren. They both asked for you on the way in. The guys said that Tanya has been hanging out near the door to the office." What the fuck was she doing near my office?

"Thanks for the heads-up."

We walked straight to the bar, ignoring the appreciative looks we were getting. Lauren came strutting up.

"Buy me a drink?" She asked flirtatiously with her hands running up and down my chest.

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, and find someone else to buy you drinks. I'm not interested."

"But, Eddie, I miss you," she pouted, moving her hands down and grazing my dick. She looked shocked when she got no reaction out of him whatsoever.

Grabbing her arm, I stopped her hands. "I said, keep your fucking hands off of me. My wife wouldn't appreciate it!"

"NNOOOOOOOOOO! But, but, but you always said you didn't do girlfriends. What made her so special? Well, we can still have fun. As long as you buy me stuff, I don't care if you're married. She probably can't even satisfy you!" She whined.

"No!" I started, wanting to set her straight. "I never found anyone who I was interested in enough to be around longer than a quick fuck. I would never cheat on my wife. She owns me! So move on."

"But, I want the big ring and unlimited credit card. I'm beautiful and deserve it." She really is pretty full of herself.

"What makes you think you deserve shit? When did I ever take you out? We fucked in the bathroom here a few times. That's it. You were out of my mind the second it was over." She was crying as she left, but I really couldn't find it in myself to care.

"That was cold, dude. Even for you." My brothers were laughing.

"Let's go to the office. I don't want any more putanas thinking they can rub up on me."

We got to the door and noticed it was cracked open. There were voices coming from inside. I signaled my brothers to remain silent. I wanted to know exactly what was going on.

"He won't be here tonight. He's busy with the Black's down at the pier. Tanya needs to hurry up and get him to marry her. Then she can just tell us where they store their shit. FUCK! There's nothing here! He has to have a record of something. She better be watching that fucking office door, and not off bangin' someone for free drinks. Fucking whore." Simon and Greg, two of the Denali's associates, were rifling through my desk and computer.

"Sorry, guys, haven't seen her. Jazz, go check the club. I want her brought in here." The look on their faces was priceless. They knew they were about to die. "You know, I was really hoping to get home to my bride at some point tonight. But I keep getting waylaid by stupid fuckers. Eleazar send you here? He's a stupid fucker too, if he sent you. He has no idea what's headed his way. No one fucks with my family."

"Boss, she's not here. Mikey said she left about five minutes ago. She must have seen you talking to Lauren and booked it." Jazz informed me, walking back into the room. "We headed back to the warehouse?"

"Yeah, but these fuckers can sit there for the night. Think about what they know." I wanted to fuck with them a little. "You guys know Char?" I asked them, knowing full well they did. "She's looking for a new playmate. Talk to me tomorrow, and I won't let her know you're there. I'll kill you fast. Clam up and well, let's just say she gets even more excited with extra playmates!" I looked down and noticed that they had both pissed themselves. Yeah, they'll talk.