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Rose: Eight Months Pregnant
"Fucks sake," I groaned, stepping out of my truck and seeing all of the useless motherfuckers out in the yard, partying it up, like it was 1999.
I mean, really?
Go home.
Please.
Shutting the door behind me, I placed my hand along my back and felt the anxiety seep out of my body as my fingers rested against my gun.
I looked around as my phone beeped, telling me that I had a new text.
'Are you getting it in again, B?'
Fucking Rose.
I hit reply and kept my eyes on the crowd as I typed out my message.
'No, hookah. I'm actually a little busy right now though, so can I call you in about an hour?'
'Wow,' she replied, 'finally. Taking a much needed break, I see. I'm feeling you though, your vagina must be hurting. Big time.'
I rolled my eyes before I pursed my lips, trying to hide my grin. Typing out a quick 'Fuck off,' I shoved my phone back into my pocket.
These little missions that James has been sending me to? Yeah, I'm fucking over it. This is about the fourth time this month that I have been sent to these kinds of places.
What kinds of places, you ask?
Well, it's the kinds of places that I would rather chop off my dick than come to…
If I had one, of course.
I would also, rather yank on my balls until they ripped the fuck off of my body.
Again, if my body came with that anatomy.
It was the kinds of places where grown ass fuckers thought that it was cool to just grope me, when clearly, I wasn't a bitch to be groped on.
Seriously.
It made me ponder…
Yes. Ponder.
Did these idiots get off on bitches giving them the stink eye?
I mean, he-llo!
When a bitch tells you that she would rather stick eleven, not ten, but eleven infected needles into her own eyeballs than even glance in your direction…
Get the hint.
It literally means that she is willingly ready to infect herself.
Happily.
With any virus, just as long as she doesn't have to see your busted ass self.
I'm pretty sure when a fucker slaps a chicks ass and said chick turns around and aims their pistol at said fuckers junk…
She is clearly saying…
'Your hands on me, dude, is a big fucking no no.'
Just sayin'.
Okay, I might've gotten a tad carried away at times…
Can you blame me though?
The point is, if a chick doesn't want your hands on her…
Get. The. Fuck. Off.
Got it?
Got it.
Full grown ass teachers—oh yes, teachers—who have offered me math lessons, saying something along the lines of…
'Hey sweet child. You need a math tutor for the night? Let's add a bed, subtract your clothes, divide your legs, and multiply.'
Really, Professor?
Really?
On that particular night, I gave said teacher a certain math lesson that I'm sure he'll never forget.
Number one: I added…by not giving him one glare, but two glares.
Number two: I subtracted…by taking a hold of one of the beers out of the three that I had in front of me.
And, number three: I multiplied…by not only giving him two busted eyes, but four goddamn injuries as I ripped his ear rings out of their goddamn little holes.
Point taken?
Point taken.
I want to shoot myself.
Literally.
And, maybe with my own gun.
I exhaled a heavy breath before I headed through the yard. The little kiddies got out of my way, letting me through with no problems.
After walking up the porch steps, I grinned to myself as I placed my hand over the knob, getting ready to open the front door.
And as said door was pushed open, I clenched my eyes shut when I heard someone's voice behind me.
"Nice legs, sweet thang! What time do they open?"
Looking into the living room, I ground my teeth together in annoyance as some people who were sitting around the table cringed. They shook their heads before lowering them, continuing with whatever they were previously doing.
Yeah.
Some of these fuckers knew me.
And, they knew that I hated certain shit.
Like fuckers yelling out pick up lines in my direction.
These people also knew how I reacted to said pick up lines.
Like I said earlier, I get carried away at times.
And, I like my pistol.
I forced a smile as I turned around. Raising an eyebrow, my gaze ran through the crowd of dumb shits, who were all staring back at me.
I rolled my eyes, internally of course, as this douche bag raised his one hand up in the air, using the other to point at himself.
Did he think that we were in some sort of a class session?
I graduated high school three goddamn years ago, moron.
Did he think that since he asked, oh so nicely, that I would tell him…
'Oh, my legs open in about two hours. Come by the shop.'
And then I thought about the time.
Damn.
Scratch that last comment.
My legs may open in exactly two hours, as a matter of fact.
Hearing my cell phone beep with a new message, I pulled it out of my pocket and flipped it open. Biting my lip, I clicked on the icon to view the text when I saw that it was from Edward.
'I just got home, Bae—and, I'm starving. Funny thing about that is that I'm looking through the fridge and nothing seems to grab my attention. So, hurry the fuck up and help me with that problem.'
I grinned as I shoved my phone back into my pocket.
Yeah. Last comment? Erased.
Turning my attention back towards the imbecile, a soft groan left my throat as said imbecile smiled at me.
The pure hate that I have for certain people, man.
I gave him a wink, silently telling him to come to me, and he grinned a stupid beam as he patted his buddy's shoulder before coming my way.
I placed my arms across my chest when he reached me. "Hey baby," he whispered, making me regret scarfing down that cheese burger that I had earlier, because he nauseated me that goddamn much.
I narrowed my eyes at him as I heard a bunch of people in the living room laugh. He lifted his hand and scratched the back of his neck, in some nervous and rightfully so way, when some chick walked by us, wishing him luck.
Looking over his shoulder, I grinned when I saw that it was some bitch that I met about a week ago. She gave me a smirk, walking down the steps that led out into the yard. "See you later, Marie."
I raised an eyebrow at her as the douche in front of me looked around, in some I'm confuzzled type of way. "You being good?"
Laura shrugged. "I'm trying, at least."
I nodded before telling her to call me some time this week. She gave me a wink before turning around and walking through the crowd.
After returning my attention back to the idiot, I gritted my teeth when I found his eyes running themselves down my body.
"I hope you die," I spat.
His eyes snapped up to mine before they widened. I nodded quickly, silently telling him that what I just said, was the goddamn truth. He pouted his lips slightly before raising an eyebrow. "Why?"
Oh God. You fucking…DOUCHE!
I reached behind me and pulled out my gun in answer. His breath caught as I aimed it at his legs, which were currently closed.
"Lets see how fast your legs open, yeah?" I asked, clicking the safety off. Not a second later, he spread his legs apart like the little ballerina that I knew he would turn out to be.
"Woah!" he shouted, throwing his hands up in the air.
I raised an eyebrow as I lifted my aim to his chest. "Do you want to die?" I asked as he gulped, "because I can easily kill you."
"Uh…no."
"Uh…no?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.
He shook his head, sweat dripping down his forehead. "No," he stated, "you just—uh, have a really nice ass."
I glared at him as I stepped forward. He swallowed, lowering his head and staring at my pistol as I placed the barrel of it against his chest.
"Not something that you should tell me at this point, you dip-shit."
He coughed a "right" as he shook his head and lifted it. "You don't have a nice ass, I don't know what I was thinking—or not thinking?"
I pressed the barrel harder into his chest with a growl.
"Wrong answer."
"I mean, w—wow," he stuttered before clearing his throat, "you do have a nice ass, but I'll keep that to myself."
I nodded as I lowered my gun. "You do that."
"I will," he whispered with a nod, lowering his hands.
"This is the part where you walk away, moron," I said, rolling my eyes.
He backed away before stumbling down the steps. I shook my head at him before turning around and facing the living room. Stepping inside, I raised an eyebrow at some kid named Bill that I met a couple weeks ago. "What age does someone have to be to graduate high school?"
He shook his head at me as he grinned. "Marie, you're going to end up shooting a kid one of these days. I really don't feel like bailing you out of jail when that happens."
I shrugged as I closed the door behind me. "If that kid has a diploma, I'm going to shoot myself." He rolled his eyes at me before sitting up and taking one of the needles that someone offered him. I scrunched my eyebrows together. "I thought that you were going to kick it?"
"I was," he whispered, looking away from me as he lifted the syringe up to his face before tapping it to rid the air bubbles.
I raised an eyebrow and he frowned something heartbreaking as he lifted his sleeve. "I guess I changed my mind," he mumbled, placing the needle against the skin of his forearm, looking for a vein.
I shook my head as I looked away from him.
This kid was too good, man. He didn't deserve to torture himself with this shit, day in and out. Living a shell of the person that he could be.
Looking at him for the first time, someone would never expect him to be a heroin user. He was clean, took care of himself, etc fucking etc.
Hell, he even took care of his son, all by himself.
His baby mama so to speak was a goddamn tramp in my eyes. This bitch had a descent man, and she left him without a second thought.
She claimed that she wasn't ready to be a mommy.
Why she didn't keep her legs closed to begin with, or shit, man the hell up when things turned to the worst—according to her—irked me hard.
This man right here, took care of his son better than any man that I have ever met. I never met a kid who didn't wish for anything. Little dude claimed that he had everything that he would ever need in his daddy.
When I first met Bill, he was quiet and well spoken, he didn't try any smart shit with me. When I actually sat down and had a conversation with the kid, his words broke my heart.
His parents kicked him to the curb when they both found out that he impregnated above tramp, leaving him with no one or even nowhere to turn. He lived alley way to the next alley way, hungry and cold as the bitch stayed at her parent's nice five bathroom, twelve bedroom house.
The sad excuse of a woman never mentioned anything to Bill about him staying with her, and he never insisted in return.
When the baby was born, he was informed two and a half weeks later.
Two and a half goddamn weeks later, by a nurse who told him that the baby needed a blood transfusion to survive.
So of course, he offered, with no problem at all.
Turns out…
He wasn't the biological father.
Nice, right?
The tramp then decided that she didn't want to keep it.
It.
Again, nice.
So, Bill got full custody, because he was cool like that.
He said that he didn't think of the kid as anyone else's, that Daniel was his son, blood be—fucking—gone.
He got help from some friends with watching the kid, got two jobs, not one, and supported his family, by himself.
Things got rough on him, though. Maybe two years ago, Daniel was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He was working like crazy, making shit money to try and pay for the kid's medical bills and so forth.
The guy was exhausted from his efforts, and it got to the point where he took up cocaine, using it to try to keep his ass awake and working.
And as the story goes, he got hooked.
After some time, the shit didn't effect him like it used to and he quickly moved on to harder drugs.
And now we find ourselves in the present time.
When he was on the shit, he stayed away from his son, not wanting to have him see his Pop like that. Daniel stayed with a friend of his while he struggled to get his head back in order.
When he wasn't on the shit, he would spend all of his time with his little dude, cherishing every moment because he knew that in a few days, he wouldn't be able to.
I mean, shit. I don't want to make excuses for him, but goddamn it.
The man needed someone. I knew that he wanted to stop because it was in his goddamn eyes, the misery that this shit was causing him.
He just had no one.
No help, at all.
I walked up to him and placed my hand over his shoulder in pure I'm fucking here for you as he pushed the plunger. He leaned back with a soft smile and met my eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
I shook my head, not wanting his apology. "Call me later, yeah?"
He nodded as he closed his eyes, the drug over taking his system.
"Who's Don?" I asked, no one in particular.
"Down that hallway," some chick answered, looking up from her drink.
I playfully ran my hand down Bill's face and he opened his eyes as he gave me a small grin. "Don't forget to call me, lover." He nodded, his eyes telling me that he would probably forget.
Nodding my thanks at the random chick who told me where Don was, I shoved my gun back into my waistband and started walking down said hallway. All of the doors were locked, except for one. Standing outside of it, I looked around and knocked.
"Come in, it's unlocked."
"Come in, it's unlocked," I whispered mockingly, rolling my eyes. After a second or two, I pushed the door open and stood in my spot.
The room was hardly lit.
Who was I?
Jenna Jameson in some kind of a motherfucking porno scene?
I think not.
I squinted my eyes, trying to make out who the hell this Don character was and exactly how many people were in this room. I could make out a faint outline of one guy sitting behind a desk and another one, sitting by the corner.
Placing my arms across my chest, I shook my head. "You need to turn the lights up or I'm out."
I heard soft laughter coming from the guy who was sitting behind the desk. As soon I saw him stand up from his seat, I reached for my gun and pulled it out of my waistband before pointing it at him. "Where is the light switch?" I hissed between clenched teeth. "I'll fucking do it."
"Against the wall by your right shoulder."
I kept my eyes on him as I held my aim with one hand and felt around the wall with my other one. Finding it, I slid the switch up, making the room bright.
"Well, James was right to say that you were going to be a little feisty."
I raised an eyebrow at the dude who was sitting on one of the chairs in the corner. "Oh yeah?" I asked, so goddamn un-interested. "Did James also tell you that I don't give a shit for small talk?"
He grinned as the other guy held is hand out towards me. "I'm Don."
I looked down at his hand with a smirk before meeting his eyes. "I'm going to guess and say that James also forgot to mention that I don't do handshakes, either?"
He grinned as he took a seat and I followed suit with the chair that was placed in front of his desk, placing my gun into my waistband.
"I like you," he stated.
"I'm flattered," I replied, clearly not so.
"You have the package?"
I raised an eyebrow. "If I didn't, then why the hell would I be here?"
He laughed as he pulled on one of the drawers by his side. I kept my eyes on his hands as he took out an envelope. "Three grand, right?"
I nodded as I leaned forward and held out my hand.
He shook his head as he placed the shit on his lap.
I rolled my eyes as I reached into my jacket, pulling out the package of co—motherfucking—caine. Holding it up, I nodded at the envelope.
"I don't have time to burn, playing these games with you."
He smiled as he pulled his chair up to the edge of his desk. Placing the envelope on the desk but clearly out of my reach, he glanced a look at his buddy before returning his attention back to me. "How much does James pay you, Marie?"
"Non of your fucking business, Ronald McDonald."
He hummed as he slid the envelope towards me. After taking a hold of it, I stood up and threw the package at him. "It was a superb pleasure doing business with you gentlemen," I said sarcastically, backing away from the desk.
"Marie."
I raised an eyebrow as my back reached the door.
"I'll pay you double."
"Pay me double for what exactly?"
Don leaned back against his chair, keeping his eyes on me as he took a hold of the glass of dark liquor by his side. "Dump James." I grinned as he took a sip of the alcohol that I call my whiskey. "Work for me."
I grimaced, in some dramatic way, as I placed my hand over the knob behind me and pulled the door open. "I'm going to have to decline the request, Donny boy."
He smiled as he returned his glass to the table. "Why is that?"
"Because as much as I love this goddamn show that you brilliant fuckers got going on, I don't plan on doing it for much longer."
He raised an eyebrow. "Is that right?"
I raised my own eyebrow. "I said it, didn't I?"
He grinned at the other dude, who laughed as he leaned back, his eyes never leaving my form. "Well, I wish you nothing but luck."
"I won't need it," I replied, stepping through the doorway. Giving them a smile and the finger, I pulled the door shut and rolled my eyes when I heard their laughter.
When I reached the apartment, I growled as I heard my cell ringing.
Give me a motherfucking break, God!
Pulling into one of the parking spaces, I parked before reaching into my pocket. After grabbing my cell phone, I flipped it open.
"Yeah?"
Silence. And more ringing.
"Shit," I groaned, looking down at the phone that was in my hand.
It wasn't this one.
Yeah. I have two phones.
Like a goddamn player.
I know.
I just didn't want random fuckers knowing my cell phone number, so I decided on getting another phone.
Keeping it all separate was my main thing.
Throwing my real phone on the passenger seat, I reached into my glove department and pulled out my work phone. Flipping it open without looking at the scene, I growled before I yelled "Can I help you?"
"Ouch!"
I grimaced. "I'm sorry, Piggy. I didn't mean to yell."
"Gosh, Ms. Marie. It's only me," she complained.
I rolled my eyes. "Don't get snippy with me, Lilly. And what did I say about calling me Ms. Marie? You know it's just Marie, young lady."
I heard her quiet laughter on the other side and grinned. "Also! I said that I was sorry for yelling!" I shouted dramatically.
"It's okay," she whispered. "I'm sorry I'm calling so late."
"Lilly, you know that you can call me at any time, I won't ever get mad, I told you that already." I scrunched my eyebrows together. "But, you are calling pretty late. Is everything okay, sweet pea?"
"Yes," she whispered.
I rolled my eyes as I opened my door and stepped out of the truck.
She wasn't her usual self, trust me, I would know.
This little girl was like a miniature Pix. She never shut up. Not that I was complaining, the chick was awesome, but I'm just saying…
I knew that something was wrong.
This princess could hold a two hour conversation about dog food.
No lie.
I shut the door behind me and leaned against the truck. "Piggy?"
"Yeah?"
I looked around the parking lot and saw Edward's car parked out front. Turning my attention back to the phone, I raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
"I don't want to be here," she mumbled, her voice low.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"At home." I turned around and opened my truck door, stepping back in as she continued. "Mama has all these guys here and I don't know any of them."
I punched my steering wheel and then groaned. After taking a deep breath, I placed the phone back to my ear. "Is daddy around?"
"No," she grumbled. "Grammy is in the hospital and he's with her."
Placing my key into the ignition, I started the truck. "Alright, well can you do me a favor? Wait for me at Mandy's house, yeah?"
"Okay!" she shouted.
I pulled out of the parking lot and turned for her neighborhood. "After we hang up, you go into your room and close the door, yeah?"
"Mmhm!"
"You pack up some pajamas, undies, and a toothbrush. You got that?"
"Mmhm!"
"Then you tell mama that you're going next door, okay?"
"Okay!"
I snorted. "Piggy, calm down."
"Okay!"
I lowered my voice. "Piggy."
"Okay," she replied after catching her breath.
"I'll see you in a little bit," I whispered dramatically, and then mocked her by shouting "Okay?"
Her laughter captured my heart. "Yes, Marie."
"Alright, now go and do those things that I told you. I'll be parked outside of Mandy's house before you know it."
"Okay."
"You remember my truck, yeah?"
"Mmhm."
"Don't come out unless you see it, alright?"
"Okay," she said, exasperated. "Gosh, can I go get ready now?"
"Yeah, fine! I'll see you a little bit."
"Bye!"
I pulled up to the sidewalk and spotted Lilly right away.
I mean, who wouldn't?
The little girl was by the edge of the neighbors yard, bouncing up and down at one thirty in the goddamn morning. Also, she was sporting a bright little pink dress with matching glittery shoes.
I rolled my eyes as she ran towards the passenger side door. Leaning over the console, I unlocked the door and pushed it open before she threw her bag at my face and jumped in.
"Number one, Piggy, ouch!" I groaned, rubbing my cheek. "Number two, I told you to wait inside Mandy's house, not outside in the dark!"
She mmhm'd and mmkay'd as I continued.
"Number three, it's cold outside. You should be wearing some kind of a jacket," I scolded, shaking my head as I thought about taking her on a shopping trip to get her some hoodies and shit. I raised an eyebrow at her as she pulled on her seatbelt and wrapped it around her tiny body. "Did you hear me, Lilly?"
She nodded before looking at me. "I was just too excited!"
I looked away from her and out of my drivers side window as I pursed my lips, trying to hide my snort. After pulling away from the curb, my eyes met hers. "Did you eat anything today?"
She shook her head as she placed her little feet over my dashboard…
Tapping her shoes against it.
I smirked.
Edward's freak OCD ass is going to love this little chick, I thought.
And then grimaced.
Edward.
What am I going to tell him?
'Hey, Sex Hair. Oh, this kid? Yeah, I just gave birth to a six and a half year old baby, didn't you know? It's a proven possibility.'
I looked over at Piggy as she reached for the radio. Brushing her hand away from it, I shook my head at her and she pouted. "So—" I started, looking ahead of me as I continued driving, "we're going to play a little game, Piggy."
"A game?" she asked, excited as all hell.
I nodded as I turned onto my street. "See, I live with this boy wh—"
"Awwwwwwww!" she interrupted, her feet now kicking my dashboard in delight. "You have a boyfriend!"
I groaned, pulling into the parking lot. "Lilly, he's not my boyfriend."
Her eyebrows scrunched together. "Is he a daddy?"
I grimaced. "No, Lilly. I don't have any babies, remember?"
She raised an eyebrow at me as I parked. "Well, what is he?"
I laughed at her words. "He's just a buddy."
Lilly's gaze lowered after a couple of silent seconds as she started playing with the bow tie that was wrapped around her waist. "Oh."
I turned in my seat so that I was facing her. Placing my fingers under her chin, I lifted her face. "We can't tell him that I know your mommy and daddy, yeah?"
"Why not?" she asked.
Oh, I don't know Piggy. Mr. Edward knows Mr. James, who knows your mommy. And, if Mr. James knows your mommy, Mr. Edward will most likely know your mommy, who is a known drug addict in this goddamn business. Then, Mr. Edward will become suspicious, therefore causing much un—needed stress for Ms. Be—Marie.
Yeah. No. Can't really say that to a six year old, can I?
"He's a stranger," I blurted out, not at all thinking about my words.
Her eyes widened in fear and I grimaced. "I mean, shi—oot. He's not a stranger per say, but uh—fudge…I guess, to you, he's a…stranger…"
Brilliant.
What can I say? I'm great with words.
"Oh no!" she whispered but not really, shaking her head before looking around. Taking a hold of my hand, she opened the door with her other one. "We have to run away then! Lets go, lets go, lets go!"
I pursed my lips at her eagerness of getting the hell out of dodge.
After prying her grip off of my hand, I laid my fingers over hers and rubbed their tension away. "We're okay, Piggy." I shook my head as she lowered hers, a million thoughts of uncertainty running through her mind. After stepping out of the truck walking over to her side, I opened the passenger side door and bent down so that I was at her level. "You trust me, yeah?"
"Of course," she whispered, her eyes on mine.
I lowered my head and grinned at her words as I remembered my Pop and I having the same conversation. Meeting her eyes, I brushed her hair off of her shoulder. "He's not a bad stranger, Lilly. You just don't know him like I do, yet. He would never hurt you, yeah?"
She nodded, giving me a small smile.
"Come on," I whispered, standing up. She grabbed her bag before she jumped out, wrapping her little fingers around my hand. "Just go along with whatever I say, alright?"
"Alright," she whispered.
After shutting the door behind her, we headed over to the apartment building. We walked down the hallway in silence until we reached the front door. Looking down at her, she nodded at me before she zipped her lips and threw away the key.
I snorted before giving her a wink, grabbing a hold of my key from my jacket pocket. After unlocking the door, I bit by bit pushed it open and looked around the living room.
Empty.
Oh God, I thought. Please don't let Edward be naked.
Can you imagine me explaining to her that what she saw was normal?
His size and sexiness? Yeah, not an ordinary everyday thing.
And, it wouldn't be the first time that he was free ballin' it out in the living room.
Trust me.
I don't forget times like those.
I licked my lips, thinking about it, and then shook my head at myself.
Not the time, Bella.
Christ.
There's not a little person here for shits and giggles, you know?
I stepped into the room and pulled the Pigster with me before shutting the door behind us. Meeting her expression, I grimaced when the little chicks eyes went sort of wide as she began to screech.
Yes.
Screech.
"This is sooooooo nice, Mar—!"
I covered her mouth, interrupting my headache.
Edward was also known to overreact.
I wouldn't be surprised if he popped out of the hallway, guns a blazin.'
"Bae?"
Lilly's eyes widened, not in excitement, but in fear. I shook my head at her as I uncovered her mouth. "Piggy, it's okay," I whispered, trying to reassure her. She kept her eyes on mine as she nodded. "No worries."
After straightening myself up, I led us towards the kitchen door where I heard Edward's voice come from. As I slowly pushed it open, I pulled Lilly with me and stepped inside.
Edward's back was turned to us as he stood in front of the counter. He laughed a soft sound as the door shut behind us. "It's about time," he whispered as he continued tossing around the chicken. "I was thinking about starting without you."
"Edward."
He ignored me as he placed his palms against the counter. "This meal is going to taste goddamn outstanding when I'm done with it, but you know what?"
"Edward," I tried again.
"You taste…so much better," he stated.
Lilly gasped and I groaned.
Edward quickly looked over his shoulder and grimaced when his eyes fell upon Piggy. "Oh shiii—oooot," the idiot mumbled, turning around completely before pointing the knife that he had in his hand towards Lilly. "Little person."
I rolled my eyes at him as Piggy yelped and wrapped her arms around my legs. "You can't eat her, mister!"
Edward shook his head in some frantic way as he held his hands up in the air, waving them around.
Still with the goddamn knife.
"Edward."
He raised an eyebrow at me as he kept his eyes on Lilly's wide ones.
"The knife."
He grimaced as he tossed the shit on the counter behind him.
"No little person," he whispered at Lilly, said little person. "I wasn't going to actually eat her, eat her. What I meant was that I wa—"
"Edward," I interrupted, looking at him incredulously. "Really though? You're planning on explaining to a six year old what you meant?"
His eyes widened slightly as he thought back to what he was going to say. I nodded slowly, pointing to Piggy who still had her arms wrapped around my legs. Looking back at Edward, I mouthed 'Little Person.' He groaned before running a hand down his face. "I wasn't thinking."
Turning my attention back to Lilly, I grinned as I pried her little fingers off of my legs. Kneeling down to her side, I place one arm around her waist and with my other hand, I pointed at Edward. "Piggy, this is the buddy who I was talking to you about earlier, Edward."
She cocked her head to the side as she placed her arm around my shoulder, her fingers playing with my hair. "You're a stranger."
I pursed my lips when I met Edward's glare that was directed at me.
Looking over at Lilly after a second, he mock pouted—I think—placing his arms across his chest. "I'm not a stranger," he mumbled.
She nodded as she placed her other hand over her little hip. "Yeah, Mr. Edward. Marie told me so."
His eyes met mine for a quick second before he rolled them at Lilly. "I bet." After walking over to us, he bent his knees and wiped his hands against his jeans. "What's your name, little person?"
"Cinderella," she stated, raising an eyebrow at him.
He raised his own eyebrow, trying to hide his amusement, as I stood up and snorted. "Cinderella? Really?"
"Yes," she whispered, grabbing onto my hand.
He grinned as he stood up. "Well, I heard Bella call you Piggy."
She scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion. "Bella?"
Oh, shit.
Oh, damn.
Oh, just fuck my life.
I looked down at the chick as Edward placed his arms across his chest with a small nod. Laying my hand over her head, I patted her.
Like an animal.
I know.
I'm retarded.
"Yes, Piggy." She raised an eyebrow at me and I raised my own right back at her. "Remember? My name is Bella."
Oh sweet Jesus, I hope that she catches my goddamn drift, what with the whole Edward is a stranger game that we got going on here.
Her eyes widened in understanding before she nodded. "Oh, right—o!" she shouted, clearly becoming one of my miniature best friends. She looked over at Edward and narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, my name isn't Piggy. Bella just calls me that because of the way that I eat."
Edward hummed as he lowered his arms from his chest. "Speaking of eating, you hungry, Cinderella?"
She met my eyes and I nodded before she returned her attention back to Edward. "Maybe."
He smiled as he nodded towards the table. "Well, take a seat, midget. Prepare to be amazed by my skills."
I grinned as I pulled her towards the kitchen table. After placing her little butt on one of the chairs, I walked over to the wall by the door and turned on the small TV that Edward installed last week.
Putting on some Sponge Bob Square Pants, I looked over at Lilly and smiled in contentment as she jumped in her seat, yelling a "Patrick!"
We were clearly the same person, right?
Fucking adore this goddamn show.
I walked over to the counter and reached for the cabinet that held the mugs. After pulling one out for Piggy, Edward reached over and closed the cabinet shut before taking the mug out of my hand. "Got it."
I raised an eyebrow at him as he kept his eyes on mine, pouring milk into the mug. He seemed tense all of a sudden and I didn't know why.
I looked away from his un-nerving gaze before I grabbed three plates. As I mixed the salad that Edward prepared earlier, he turned around and leaned against the counter as he looked over at the table where Piggy was sitting. "Who's the kid, Bae?"
I shrugged as I pushed some salad into each plate. "I'm babysitting for a friend," I lied. He nodded as he turned around and faced the counter again. When he started cutting up the chicken into little slices, I turned around and leaned against the counter, my eyes on Lilly as she started dancing in her seat. "I hope that you don't mind."
He shook his head as he seasoned the slices, placing them in each plate. "How many friends do you have who call you Marie?"
Shit. Cock. Balls.
I kept my eyes on Piggy as I placed my arms across my chest. "I don't know what you're tal—"
"Don't sweat it," he interrupted, nudging my shoulder with his in some goddamn hard way, causing me to grit my teeth as I reached out and grabbed a hold of his arm. I met his glare with my own as he lowered his face down to mine. "We'll talk about this later."
"Edwa—"
"Later, Marie," he interrupted with intensity, shoving one of the plates at me as he took a hold of the remaining two. "I had a gut feeling that something like this would happen," he whispered before walking over to the table. Piggy yelped in happiness when he placed a plate in front of her and he snorted as he took a seat next to her. "Enjoy, midget."
Piggy was fast asleep.
Damnit.
As I was laying down next to her, running my fingers through her hair, I was trying to come up with ways on how to avoid Edward, who was currently in the kitchen cleaning up after our little food fight.
I didn't take a shower yet, couldn't really, what with Piggy being in a new place and all. I didn't want to leave her alone yet. It's not that I didn't trust Edward or anything, he was completely amazing with her. It was just that Piggy didn't trust Edward yet, and I knew deep down inside, how uncomfortable it was to be with someone that you didn't completely trust.
I would never do that to her.
I should have maybe re—thought the whole telling her that Edward was a stranger thing. My brilliance wasn't take into account when it came to that deal, yeah?
I heard a light knock coming through the door and freaked out some.
I wasn't ready to see him and deal with his attitude yet.
I quickly pulled on the blankets that were laying over our legs and brought them up to our shoulders. As the door opened a couple of seconds later, I closed my eyes.
Hearing his footsteps as he walked over towards the bed, I slowed down my breathing.
He hummed as I felt the bed behind me dip slightly when he laid his hands against the mattress. Brushing my hair off of my shoulder so that he could see my face, he laughed quietly. I gritted my teeth as the kid placed his mouth against my ear. "Bae, don't act like you're sleeping. Get up."
I forced a yawn before I groaned. "Tomorrow, Edward." I went to pull the blankets over my head but he pushed my hand away and pulled it off of my body. I opened my eyes as he tucked the fabric underneath Piggy's chin. Looking over my shoulder, I narrowed my eyes at him.
He rolled his eyes as he took a hold of my hand. "You're still dressed," he argued, yanking me off of the bed. "Don't try and tell me that you sleep with this much clothing on, because you don't."
I groaned as I snatched my hand away from his. "Edward, I'm tired and I just want to sleep."
"Long night, yeah?"
I shrugged as I looked away from him. "You can say that."
"I bet," he whispered angrily, stomping towards me. Before I had a chance to anticipate his next move, be bent down and grabbed my hips as he threw me over his shoulder. I gritted my teeth as the kid turned around and headed for the bedroom door.
It's not like I could scream bloody fucking murder, what with Piggy sound asleep.
And he knew that shit.
Once we reached the hallway and Edward shut the door behind us, I started hitting his back. "Let me the fuck down, Edward!" I growled.
"Okay," he growled back, ignoring me as he continued walking down the hallway.
When we reached the kitchen, he lowered me down onto the floor and shook his head as he walked over to counter. After turning around, he leaned against it and placed his arms across his chest.
I rolled my eyes as I took off my jacket, throwing it over at the table before I adjusted my hoodie.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "You know what I find so goddamn interesting all of a sudden?"
I walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. After taking a seat, I leaned back and placed my arms across my chest.
Looks like this is going to be a long motherfucking night.
Joy.
"What Edward?" I asked, bored.
He lowered his arms from his chest and placed his hands against the counter behind him, cocking his head to the side as he looked at me.
"That ever since you have been coming home so late, I have been hearing more and more about this Marie Character."
"Is that so?" I asked, running my hands down my face as I looked away from him.
"I hear that she makes this James kid killer money."
"Hmm."
"So here we are in this goddamn situation," he stated, pushing himself away from the counter before walking over to me. When he grabbed a hold of my arm, I raised an eyebrow at him. He pulled me up from my seat and I growled as I pushed on his chest with my other hand. "And you have been bullshitting me this whole time about some dude, who you claim to be hanging out with after work."
I yanked my arm out of his grip before I headed for the door, already wanting out of this discussion. Edward quickly shoved me aside as I reached my exit and I clenched my eyes shut as I lowered my head.
"Edward, whatever it is that you're thinking, you're wrong."
"Really, Marie?" he spat, leaning against the door. "Because I'm not as stupid as you make me out to be."
I looked up at him as I lowered my hands behind me, placing them inside my pockets. "What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I found out more about that Alex kid," he stated, narrowing his eyes at me. "And I'm pretty goddamn sure that you wouldn't hang out with him for fun."
I turned around and walked across the room. Keeping my back to him, I looked out the window that was above the sink and placed my hands against the counter. "How did you find out who Alex was?"
"It doesn't fucking matter how I found out, the point is that I did."
"How did you find out, Edward?" I asked, repeating myself.
His footsteps against the hardwood floor were heard behind me before his fingers over my hips turned me around so that I was facing him.
"This whole time that I told you, Bae, don't fucking get involved with James' bullshit," he gritted, placing his hands against the counter on either side of me, "you lied to me, promising me that you wouldn't."
I pushed my way past him. "I'm not having this conversation with you right now." Hearing a thunderous growl leave the kid's mouth behind me, I looked over my shoulder and glared at him. "Edward, don't."
He ignored me as he ran up to me and picked me up. I kicked my legs out to the sides and to stop my thrashing around, he slammed me up against the wall. I clenched my eyes shut as I felt my gun dig into the skin of my back and tightened my fingers around his arms, letting my legs that were around his waist go slack as I tried to will the goddamn pain away.
I opened my eyes when I heard a felt a soft groan hit my face. Looking down at me, he placed one hand against the wall behind me, using the other one to run his fingers along my back. I closed my eyes and hung my head when they found the gun resting inside my waistband.
"Really, Bae? I fucking gun!"
I met his narrowed eyes when he placed the pistol between his teeth, holding it there as he lowered me down to the floor. I shook my head as he started backing away from me. "It's not mine."
"Do you even know how to use this shit, Bella?" he yelled, yet again, waving it around.
"Keep your voice down, Edward!" I spat.
He shook his head as he ran his fingers through his hair. "You need to leave this bullshit," he growled, "now."
"I can't," I whispered, lifting my hoodie over my head.
After making sure that the safety was on, he shoved it into his waistband. "You can't?"
I walked over to the counter and lifted myself up so that I was sitting on top of it. "It's not a possibility."
Edward's jaw tensed. "Is James fucking hurting you or some shit?"
"No," I said quickly.
"Threatening you?"
I shook my head as I lowered it. "No, Edward."
He walked over to me and tapped on my thighs. I spread them and he stepped in, placing his fingers under my chin before lifting my face. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Then why can't you leave?"
"I just can't."
"Are you and him togethe—"
"Fuck out of here," I whispered angrily, brushing his hand away from my face. "I hate the kid."
He backed away slightly as he placed both of his hands on either sides of my hips. "You hate him, but…you work for him?"
I nodded as my fingers started messing around with the bottom hem of my hoodie. "It's…complicated."
"Bae, if it's because of the money, shit, I'll give you all the money that you nee—"
"No," I interrupted, meeting his eyes. "This has nothing to do with the money. I don't even use it anyway."
"Then where is it going?"
"I set up a bank account for the little one." I shrugged as I placed my hands behind me. "It all just gets transferred there."
He nodded before looking away from me, placing his top lip in between his teeth as he nibbled on it. He turned around and walked over to the table with that thumb of his scratching his lower back.
He's motherfucking thinking.
Classic signs of him doing so were right there, in front of me.
The kid doesn't even realize that he's doing it right now, either.
It's completely unconscious to him.
And, I actually want to rip his goddamn clothes off of his body.
When Edward does something that's so unconsciously sexy, it just makes him more consciously sexy.
Sometimes, when this arrogant piece of ass does shit like this…
Man.
I just wanna tear him up.
…
But not right now.
Because the lip that was currently getting nibbled on by his teeth?
Not a good sign.
It means that he's thinking hard…
And nothing hard about Edward is good.
Okay.
Take that back.
Speaking of hard…
I need to distract him. Before his thinking leads to his actions.
"Edward?"
He kept his back to me as he hummed in response.
"Come here," I whispered.
He turned around, his eyes occupied with ideas as his other hand went to his chest, rubbing the area.
Goddamn it.
Another thinking sign.
I gave him a quick nod as I slowly spread my thighs apart, silently telling him to come and stand in between them.
His eyes?
Right on the prize.
His lip fell from in between his teeth as he met my gaze with hooded eyelids after a couple of seconds went by. "Come here," I whispered, placing my hands behind me.
Stepping in between my legs, he placed his hands over my thighs. I bit onto my bottom lip and he shook his head as he moved his hands over to the counter. "Bae, you have to le—"
I wrapped my fingers around his shirt, interrupting him as I pulled him towards me. He narrowed his eyes at me and I grinned as I placed my mouth against his. "I don't feel like talking, Edward."
"You never feel like talking," he complained, licking his lips a bit before kissing mine softly.
I brought my other hand behind him and wrapped my fingers around his neck, scratching the skin there lightly. After letting go of his shirt, my hand found his hip, where I used him to pull myself down to the edge of the counter, wrapping my thighs around his waist, my mouth never leaving his as we shared lovely kisses.
He groaned before giving my bottom lip a soft bite. Moving his fingers to my knees, his lips left mine as he placed his forehead over my own and closed his eyes. "We have to figure out how to get you out of it."
"Later," I whispered, bringing my hands in between us as I unbuckled his belt. He opened his eyes, placing his forehead to my shoulder and moving his hands over to the counter, his fists clenched. After ridding the belt, I let it drop to the floor and started unbuttoning his jeans.
He lifted his head and stopped my fingers with his own. "You're trying to distract me," he accused, his eyes pissed the hell off.
I raised an eyebrow as I brushed his hands away from mine. Running my fingers over the front of his neck to the back of his head, I tugged on his hair some as my other hand drifted down and swept across the front of his jeans. "It is working?"
His eyes closed as he grabbed a hold of my thighs. "No."
I smirked as I cocked my head to the side. "No?" I asked, bringing his face to mine before running my lips against the sensitive skin around the front of his neck.
His breathing picked up, scarcely, as his fingers ran up my thighs, all forceful like and…God, we're still talking? I spread my lips apart and sucked on the thin skin around his bounding pulse. "No," he gritted.
I hummed before biting down on his neck, causing a delicious growl to escape, internally, seeing as to how I felt the shit rather than heard it.
After soothing the reddened skin with my tongue, I ran my mouth up to his jaw, over his cheek, and stopped when I reached his lips. "You don't wanna play?" I whispered with a pout.
He didn't answer me but I smirked when his delicious hands found my ass. When he pulled me farther down the counter, I gasped in surprise as my garden of goddamn flowers came in contact with his abdomen.
Shit.
I must be wanting it.
If the kid got that response from his abdomen, can you imagine what his dick would do to me?
He grinned against my lips as he pulled me against him again, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head. "Believe me, Bae—I want to play," he whispered, his hardness against me making it apparent that he was telling me the truth. "But you're not playing fair."
I groaned in frustration as he removed the hand that was against my ass, placing it instead over my knee. Leaning back some, I glared at him like the cock-blocker that he was and he smirked as he wrapped his fingers around my knee before lifting that leg up a little bit. "How flexible are you, Bella?" he whispered, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Uh."
Yeah, that was my response.
He laughed, licking his lips before bringing them against the corner of my mouth. "I'll answer my own question, seeing as to how you can't," he whispered, bending my leg before placing my foot over the counter to my side, leaving me wide open. My breathing picked up a tad bit as he hummed, running his fingers down the inside of my thigh.
I whispered his name as I moved my lips to his, my voice throaty and embarrassing when I felt his fingers inch their way over to where they were always goddamn welcome. "Stop teasing me."
He ignored my complaint, his tongue dancing a slow song over my lips as his other hand ran under the back of my shirt. I placed my forehead against his chin and wrapped my hands around his strong biceps as his fingers kept running themselves up and down my zipper, lightly.
I lifted my head and looked into his eyes as I lowered my fingers down to the tent in front of his jeans. He groaned, deep and goddamn husky as I rubbed my hand against him.
No lie.
It's not going to take a lot for him to make me cum.
I'm tellin' ya'.
I applied more pressure and he laid his whole palm over me, roughly. I closed my eyes and jumped a bit before his smirk found my ear. "I can feel how wet you are," he whispered, his breath all hot and bothered.
I moaned, goddamn loudly, as he applied more pressure against me. I opened my eyes and lowered my gaze down to that thumb of his as he placed the rest of his fingers underneath me. An erratic and sharp as a blade inhale left my parched throat as he ran his digit down lightly and up…not so lightly.
My hand froze against him. I couldn't find it in me to concentrate…
His ministrations were practically paralyzing me.
His mouth moved to the side of my neck before I felt him grin against the skin there as I extended my head. Taking a hold of my hand that was useless, he interlaced our fingers together and placed them over the counter. "Don't worry about me, Bae. Seeing you cum is enough."
I was practically panting as I placed my chin over his shoulder, his lips against my neck driving me insane. "Oh God, Edward," I moaned, the feeling of his thumb pressing itself right against my clit making me too hot. "I can't ho—I'm going to cu—"
"I thought you said you weren't going to eat Ma—Bella."
His fingers stopped.
And, I was drowning.
Not in blissful heavens of orgasms…
Oh no. No, no.
I was in cock-block hell.
I was right the goddamn there, man.
If the little chick gave me two more goddamn seconds…
I would've been cool.
But now I'm hot…
And bothered.
Edward coughed, clearing his throat after detaching his teeth from my neck and looking over his shoulder, whereas I just growled.
He shook his head when he met her narrowed eyes. "I'm not going to eat her, midget." He turned to me and I used my eyes to point at the erection that was obviously straining against his jeans. He gritted his teeth and adjusted himself and I pouted when I felt the groan against his chest from doing so. "Not tonight, unfortunately," he finished with a grumble that was too low for her little ears to hear.
"Then why were you biting on her neck, Mr. Edward?" she asked, placing her hands over her hips as she raised an eyebrow at him.
"I—uh, you know," he whispered, turning around when everything was copasetic down town. He ran his fingers through his hair with one hand as the other one scratched the back of his neck, nerves overtaking him under the little person's curious watch. "Uh—yeah…" he turned around and faced me, "I have nothing. And shut up," he whispered, rolling his eyes at me for rolling my eyes at him. "I'm going to uh…" he grimaced as he looked down at his junk, "go and take care of a little problem."
"But, I wanted to do that," I whispered, pouting.
"Yeah I'm out," he groaned, playfully smacking my lips before quickly turning around and walking to the door. "Good night, Cinderella," he whispered.
"Night!"
He snorted as he pushed the door open and stepped out, shaking his head at me and mouthing 'Good luck' before disappearing.
Oh God.
The joys of miniature Pix.
I looked down at Piggy, who just gave me a toothy grin in response.
"Did you ever see Titanic, Ms. Marie?" she asked, yelling. My mouth dropped as she continued. "I saw it in the pile of videos in the living room, come on!"
I groaned in discomfort and emptiness, jumping off of the counter and tugging on the back of my jeans.
Right about now...
The ship that I was currently on?
Yeah…sinkable.
Screw Titanic and everything that's involved with it.
Bullshit liars.
'It is unsinkable. God himself couldn't sink this ship.'
Oh, fuck off.
I'm sinkin' bitches.
Throw me a goddamn life jacket.
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