A/N Okay, here it is! For those of you that are a little leery of Smug's going all dark vamp on the boys, you can safely read down to the first xoxox break and pick up after the other xoxoxo break to experience the reunion and get a small taste of what you missed. Smugs is very much a strong believer in an eye for an eye and if you remember what Mike did to Bella, then you can guess what he's going to do to Mike and Co. Coerced sexual situations occur. I think it's pretty funny, but then, I've written this insanity so you know that. Happy reading and I'll see you below. Happy Holidays to you all!
Taste of Innocence Epilogue #3
I was fucking married. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was a dream but there was a ring on my finger and I didn't even fucking mind at all. In fact, I had to fight to keep from breaking out in a ridiculous fucking grin every time I looked at it. I didn't even attempt to fight it when I saw the fire opal flashing on Bella's left hand though. She was mine and it was completely fucking official.
After we thoroughly destroyed Jenks' office, we left and got back in the limo and then headed back to the airport. Now I was navigating us into the small, private airport near Port Angeles. We were here and I could feel the anticipation that always flooded through my body right before a hunt. Finally I was going to enact the final part of my revenge on those fuckers that hurt my wife. Holy fuck, I had a wife. It was truly mind boggling.
"Are you nervous?"
I glanced over at Bella who was watching me as I taxied down the runway. "What would I be nervous about?" I could not fucking wait to lay eyes on those little pricks that thought it was okay to photograph a perfect girl without her consent and make her a fucking laughingstock in front of her whole school. We'd see who would "swallow" before all was said and fucking done.
She tilted her head. "Meeting my father?"
Oh, fuck, I guess I would have to play nice with the father-in-law for a few minutes before I got down to business wouldn't I? I hadn't really thought about it. "Should I be? He can't exactly shoot me. I mean, he can try but that wouldn't be the best idea." I'd dealt with my share of angry fucking fathers when I was a human but always managed to remain unscathed; hell I'd dealt with angry husbands too for that matter. Even as a human I'd been a smooth motherfucker.
Bella scowled and we both climbed out of the plane and made our way to the black Mercedes that was waiting for us in the parking lot. I signed some fucking papers and took Bella's hand and led her to the car, helping her inside before I got in and started the engine. "He wouldn't shoot you. He just may be a bit quiet and suspicious."
"So, in other words, you take after your dad." She hit me as I grinned and pulled out of the parking lot, flooring it as soon as we hit the open road. Nice fucking car; I just might have to get one.
"I do not."
"Are you saying you're not quiet? And that you weren't suspicious of me every time I tried to do something fucking nice for you?"
She raised a brow. Oops, I said fucking. I'd have to rein that in around her father I supposed. Gotta put on a fucking show for the old man. I shot her a grin and she shook her head and laughed.
"Every time you tried to do something nice for me, in the beginning anyway, you were trying to get laid."
That wasn't fucking true. Well, it wasn't exactly fucking true. I mean, it might have been part of it but not all of it. I had legitimately wanted to make her happy fairly quickly into our relationship. How fucking offensive.
"That's not true. Yes, I wanted to fuck you but I also hated to see you sad." Like you were when you told me about that fucking cocksucker Mike Newton and his limp-dicked friends.
Bella laughed and slid her hand into mine. "I know that you did. How do you think I got you to do my bidding so often?"
My scheming girl…I was fucking impressed. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. "You played me perfectly, princess. But I played you as well. And once you let me play with you, the world was fucking ours."
She chuckled. "The world, huh?"
"At the very least. More like the universe."
"You don't think too highly of yourself anymore, do you?" she asked dryly.
"You know I speak the truth, baby. After all, you married me, so I must be doing something fucking right."
She hummed and I squeezed her hand. "Alright, I admit that you're fairly attractive."
I barked out a laugh. "Baby, I may not be able to read your mind but I know exactly how attractive you find me. You're the one who jumped me in the limo after all."
She grinned. "Maybe I just wanted to see if sex in a limo was all it was cracked up to be." Her smile fell a little. "I never went to prom and found out."
My hands tightened on the steering wheel hard enough to crack it and I felt that white hot rage flow through me again. I was so close to those little shits and I could not fucking wait to be in the same room with them. I needed to check in with Garrett as soon as we got to Bella's father's house. I sped up and followed Bella's directions, not slowing until we got into the tiny town. I fought to keep from commenting when we pulled into the driveway of the small two-story house she'd lived in. Is this how normal people lived? Thank God I was fucking loaded.
"We're here! Isn't it sweet?" Bella cooed, getting out of the car as soon as I put the car in park.
Sweet? She needed to work on her definition of the word. It was better than a fucking shack, I supposed. Just barely. The whole place needed a paint job and some updating. Oh well, Bella liked it and I could pretend to for the short time I needed to be here.
"It's great, baby. Don't forget to put your contacts in."
"Oh yeah." She turned away from the house and popped in the brown contacts I'd gotten for her. They were nearly an exact match to her original color. I doubted her father would notice the difference. I hated to cover up the gold but it was necessary for now. I was wearing my green contacts again, since she loved them so. I thought it was rather fucking cute that she liked the color my eyes had been as a human.
The front door opened and suddenly there he was. My father-in-law. Fuck. I didn't know what to do with fathers, particularly good ones. Bella flew into his arms and I whispered, "gentle" so she made sure to keep her hold that of a normal human instead of a fucking strong vampire. "Bella." His voice broke as he held her and sort of rocked her in his arms.
"Hi, Daddy." Daddy. I fought the fucking shudder I felt move through me at that word and plastered a fake-ass smile on my face, holding out my hand to meet the man that had fathered my girl once he finally relinquished his hold on her.
"Dad, this is Edward Cullen. Edward, this is my father, Charlie Swan." I wanted to laugh at how fucking formal she was, even doing little Wheel of Fortune-like hand signals as if we needed a fucking visual guide when it was only just the three of us.
"Edward." His voice was stern, stiff now as he took my hand in his and attempted to give it a hard squeeze. I threw in a fucking comical wince and made my smile shaky, as if I could ever be intimidated by a mere fucking human who was not my Bella.
"Chief Swan. It's good to meet you."
Should I ask him to call me Charlie? I don't know. And why in the hell are they both so pale? Weren't they on some kind of world cruise or something? His hand was cold as ice. Fucking hawk-eyed cop fathers, have to notice every damn thing.
"Can we get inside? I'm afraid the a/c in the car was broken and we couldn't shut it off. We're both freezing." Bella made a big fucking show of moving her hands up and down her arms as if to warm herself up. She was so fucking adorable.
"Of course, come on in." He stepped to the side and gestured us inside the house.
I walked through the simple white hallway, stopping to admire the pictures of my girl from the time she was born through high school. She was a cute kid with her big brown eyes and crooked teeth and pigtails. Her senior year picture made me angry again. Her eyes were sad, her smile was forced and she looked, well, she looked like a fucking zombie. What those boys had done to her. Soon. So very soon. I was so fucking close to them that I could taste it and venom welled up in my mouth. I had to get the fuck out of here quickly.
We walked into the living room and Bella's father sat in a ratty old blue recliner that had seen better days. I sat on the couch and sent Bella a smile when she looked uncertainly between me and her father. She made her way over to me and I wrapped an arm around her when she nestled into my side. Her father made a little humph noise but didn't say anything.
"Tell him," Bella whispered too softly for her father to hear.
"Why do I have to tell him?" I muttered back. Like I fucking knew how to talk to her father.
"Because you're the one who ambushed me with a wedding," she replied, raising an eyebrow. Her father continued to stare at us and I gave him another smile. Fuck, she was right. He either hadn't noticed our rings or hadn't thought about noticing them which I doubted.
"So, Chief Swan, I suppose you have a lot of questions." Bella sighed and dug her elbow into my side. What? I was fucking working up to it.
He sat back and regarded us with a serious as fuck look on his face. "Well, I've had some time to get used to what Bella did and while I'm still not happy about it, I'm glad she at least found someone to take care of her when that boy left her high and dry." I will find that bastard one day and make him pay for hurting my little girl and for convincing her that leaving school was a good move in the first place. "I'd really like to know what Bella plans on doing now, about school."
Fuck, this was an unexpected turn. "I'll probably re-enroll in NYU next year, Dad. I want to finish my degree before I…" she broke off and looked at me again. Fucking hell. It looked like I'd be going to college in the fall. Yet another fucking first she'd brought to my life. But I sure as fuck wasn't letting her go alone. And now it was time to lower the boom on him.
"Before she takes an active part in my company," I finished.
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "What part would she play? A literature degree doesn't hold much water in the business world, does it?"
"Yeah, well, she can do whatever she wants to do. I'll teach her anything she needs to know. It's her company now, too." There, that was a roundabout fucking way of telling him that I'd married her.
He leaned forward, his brown moustache twitching. "Excuse me? What do you mean it's her company now, too?"
I sighed and reached for Bella's left hand and held it up to him. "We got married."
His face turned bright red. Venom welled in my mouth and I looked and saw Bella shift nervously and swallow next to me. Not fucking good. I had to diffuse the situation fast, before one of us did something they'd regret.
"You got married? When did that happen? Why didn't you call me? Bella…what in the hell is wrong with you?" First she takes off with one guy and comes back married to another? New York sure has changed her. She looks so pretty, so sleek, grown up even. I don't know that I'm ready for her to be a woman.
Jesus fucking Christ, spare me from the family hysterics. "Please, sir." Fuck me, I actually called someone sir. There clearly was a fucking first for everything. "Don't blame Bella. I sort of surprised her with a proposal and a wedding. It's not that we didn't want you to be a part of it; it was a spur of the moment thing."
"Did you knock up my daughter?" Where's my gun? I knew I should have kept it on me but Bella assured me he was a nice guy and she didn't want me scaring him away. I'll shoot him dead if he got her pregnant at twenty-two, woman or not.
"No, absolutely not, sir." There we go with the sir a fucking gain. I needed to go and torture some little pricks to make myself feel better about this fucked up turn of events. "We were on my yacht and I asked her to marry me. She said yes and the ship's captain is allowed to perform ceremonies so I asked him to do it then and there. It was sunset and she was so beautiful and I just had to make her my wife at that moment. Please, don't hold it against her. I swept her off her feet."
Bella grinned at me, loving my fucking lie. I should marry her again on a yacht though; we could do our own private ceremony that didn't involve that fat fucker who worked for me. "Please, don't be angry Daddy. It was just a perfect moment. If you want to walk me down the aisle, we can get married again, here in Forks." Well that was just fucking great. I'd have to get a fucking tux and all that bullshit. Then again, it'd be nice to see Bella in a gorgeous white dress. Fuck, I'd do it, why the hell not?
Monkey suit? Rich husband? Fancy big-city guests? I don't think so. "No, Bella, it's okay. I'm not that upset, though I would have liked to have been there. Your mother and I didn't exactly do the traditional wedding thing either." Eloped to Vegas because she was knocked up with Bella. At least Bella had the good sense to hook up with a billionaire instead of a poor cop, I guess.
Thank fuck for my money, it smoothed the way yet again. Bella bounced over and gave him a hug and then showed off her ring. "It's a fire opal, because Edward says I have a fiery personality." That's true enough, but she's still cold. I'll have to turn up the heat I guess.
He looked over at me then and gave me a quick smile. "She does, doesn't she? Quiet as a mouse 90% of the time but when you piss her off, you better watch out."
I chuckled and sat back, infinitely more relaxed now that I didn't have to break wedding news any more. "You don't know the half of it. She smashed my favorite guitar within a week of meeting me." Ha, that was a fucking truth I could tell him. Bella glared at me but there wasn't shit she could do about it as her father laughed himself silly.
"And you still married her? I don't know, maybe we should take you to a shrink to see if you're all there." I laughed with him then, because how many fucking times had I thought about taking myself to Bellevue since I'd met this incredible fucking girl?
"I'm perfectly sane, I just like a challenge." She came back over to me and I tugged her into my lap. She squirmed for a minute, which made Edward Junior stand up and take notice, but she eventually relaxed into me.
They look right together. I never would have thought it, my Bella and a rich dude, but there's something about them that fits. Damn right we did. I brought her left hand to my lips and kissed her ring first, then her hand.
"Can I get you kids anything to drink?"
"No thank you, Chief Swan, I'm okay." We'd have to fake the eating and drinking shit soon enough, no point in rushing it.
"Me too," Bella supplied.
"Please, call me Charlie. You're my son-in-law now." Acceptance in his tone and his eyes. I'd fucking won her father over. Hot damn, I was on fucking fire today. The streak would only extend with my next task.
"Charlie, thank you for being so understanding." I tightened my grip on Bella. "Your daughter is the most important person in my world. I just want you to know that I'll take good care of her." It was suddenly fucking important to me that he knew that. I'd be taking care of her until the end of time and beyond.
His eyes filled with some emotion I couldn't quite place. "Thank you, son, I can see that." I froze at the word son. Other than occasionally being introduced as Carlisle's son, he'd never called me that. It was actually fucking nice. Bella lit up like a Christmas tree, thrilled that the two of us were getting along so well.
"Listen, Charlie, I know the season's a few months away yet but it just so happens that we own a box at Safeco Field." As of a fucking month ago. "You're free to use it whenever you like. I'm sure Bella and I will come and see a game or two with you." Yeah, I was a fucking kiss-ass to my new father-in-law. Whatever it fucking took to keep Bella happy.
Charlie lit up just like his daughter had moments ago. They really were a lot alike. It was fucking uncanny. "Really? Is this a bribe, son?"
I grinned at him. "And if it is?"
"I may be a cop, but it's one bribe I wouldn't turn down." We all laughed and Bella started chattering with her father, asking about people from work and shit I couldn't give a fuck about. "Excuse me for a moment." I set her down on the couch and took out my phone. "I need to make a call." They both nodded and smiled while I wandered outside to call Garrett.
"Are they there?" I demanded as soon as he answered.
"Well, hello to you, too," Garrett responded with a laugh. "They're en route now. They about shit a brick when they heard they'd been invited to an exclusive video game launch of the new Halo game. Kids."
"And they'll all be there?" It was imperative that I have all three of them pay for their actions.
"Yes. Yorkie's not overly thrilled about it but he likes to be where they are so he came along, as expected."
"Okay, I'm on my way. When they get there, just give them some drinks or some damn thing and tell them they're the first to arrive. It looks like a game room, right?"
"It looks like a dork's wet dream. Big screen TV's everywhere, cameras, as requested, big couches and recliners, snacks and soda. Everything a kid could want if he planned on doing nothing but sit on his ass for hours on end playing a game. Where did you get the game copy, by the way?"
Good. "I own the company." It was one of my more lucrative ventures, my foray into the game world.
"Of course you do."
"Let them start playing, make it look legit."
"Will do, boss. See you shortly."
I hung up and went back inside. "Bella, I've got something I need to take care of. I shouldn't be gone for too long, a couple of hours, tops." She stared at me quizzically, but she couldn't question me in front of her father, which I'd fucking planned to perfection.
I turned to him. "I'm sorry to run, Charlie. Some business that I have to take care of. I'll be back, shortly. You two probably have a lot to talk about. You'll take care of her until I get back, won't you?"
He smiled and nodded. "That's been my job for almost as long as you've been alive." I fought not to laugh at that one. Bella's lips twitched as she hid her own smile.
"See you soon, then." I kissed Bella and just smiled at her unasked questions. She'd be fucking pissed when she found out what I'd done but she'd get over it. She always did. It might cost me a few more fucking cows but I'd make it right with her again. I also thought a part of her would be fucking happy, though I doubted she'd completely acknowledge it. We'd see soon enough.
Xoxoxoxox
I pulled up around the corner from the building I'd acquired in order to put my plan together. Even though I'd likely be a suspect in what was about to go down, they'd be unable to prove it. Not that they'd fucking try when I got through with them, but it was best to have all contingencies covered. I'd hidden this building behind so many shell corporations that the true owner would never be traced.
I changed into my all black outfit and pulled out the fucking mask I'd have to wear to disguise myself. I fucking hated that, but I couldn't exactly show my face if I wanted to remain anonymous. Why the fuck had I agreed not to kill them? Damn her power over me.
She's not going to like this.
Maybe not but they sure as fuck have it coming. And I told you to go the fuck away. I most certainly don't need you now. Not anymore.
A derisive sniff greeted that statement. We'll see.
Yes, we fucking will. Shut the fuck up, I have boys to terrorize.
Garrett came out of the building and held his hand out for me to take, which I did, shaking it gently. It always amazed me that Garrett wasn't remotely fucking intimidated by me. He knew enough to know that I was different and he never questioned it. He was the perfect employee.
"Everything's all set. The cameras are rolling. They're completely into the game and wouldn't notice if a bomb went off at this point."
I smiled before pulling the mask over my head. It really was a fucking crime to hide away my perfection but I'd make up for that tomorrow night. Bella had yet to see me in a suit and tie. She'd be blown away. Maybe I should pick up a tux. I pulled out my phone and fired off a text to Jenks to order him to get one sent to Bella's house by tomorrow afternoon. That would keep him fucking busy for awhile. Well, that and the redecoration of his fucking office of course. I smirked in memory of the mess we'd left behind. We'd have to destroy more rooms via fucking, it was fantastic.
"Do you have the gun?" I asked Garrett, who quickly pulled it out from under his jacket. It was a fucking insult, having to hide behind this measly weapon when I could end them effortlessly but appearances had to be maintained. I took the gun and cocked it. "Is it loaded?"
"Yes, as specified. If I may say so, boss, you're truly diabolical."
"They fucked with the wrong person. Now they're going to find out what it is to be fucking humiliated. They should be thankful they're getting out alive."
"Either way," Garrett shrugged, his blue eyes twinkling. Another fucking thing I liked about him. Human life meant nothing to him whatsoever. If I asked him to, he'd kill them without a qualm. I'd have to give him a bonus. "You want me to wait outside?"
"No, come in but stand by the front door. Once I let them go, you know what to do with the video?"
"Make sure they're the only ones that are seen on film and get it to the school. I've got it," he replied confidently. Garrett was a technical whiz, the perfect one for this job.
"Let's do it." He walked inside with me and stopped at the front door, taking another gun from his jacket and grinning at me. "Just in case."
I laughed and walked down the hallway, turning into the large room that had been set up to host the gaming party. Laughs of delight accompanied the loud crashes and booms on the TV screen. Keep on laughing, fuckers. They didn't notice my stealthy entrance into the room and I watched them for a minute.
Tyler was rather large, with light brown hair and eyes. He had the broad shoulders of a football player and he was smiling as he blew something up. Eric sat in the recliner closest to Tyler's, his eyes on the screen but also moving over to his friend quite often. I chuckled quietly. Too fucking perfect. He wanted him. Today's your lucky day, Eric. He was much smaller than Tyler, Asian, with short black hair and dark eyes.
And to the right was Michael Newton. Blond haired, blue eyed, wearing ratty jeans and a t-shirt. This past year hadn't been too kind to him. He'd been forced to move home and live with his parents, working in their store. They couldn't afford to send him back to school, nor did they want to from what Garrett had reported. I was going to return their money shortly, maybe with a bonus for not doing more for their asshole of a son. He had a paunchy gut now, which made me absurdly happy.
Their thoughts weren't very interesting, yet, just concentrating on the game coupled with some yearning from Eric for his best friend. I wondered whether he'd rather give or receive and then I saw it in my mind. Well, so be it, young Eric, you'll get what you want. From everything Bella had told me, he'd been more or less on the periphery, so I could be a little fucking magnanimous.
The time had come. I needed to get this shit done and go the fuck home to my girl and her father. I grabbed the remote off the table and shut the TV of. "Hey, what the hell? What happened?" Mike turned to presumably look for Garrett and he froze when he caught sight of me. "What the...hey, are you an actor or something? Like here to act out the game? That's awesome!"
Fucking simpleton. Tyler and Eric both looked at me as well and Tyler actually fist-bumped Mike at the idea that I was some actor. Why the fuck couldn't I end them? Wouldn't it be a service to humanity to ensure that they never bred and created even dumber offspring?
"No, I'm not an actor." I spoke deliberately and in a deeper voice than I normally used. Just in case either one of those fucktards heard me tomorrow night. I gestured with my gun. "Stand up."
"Seriously, this the coolest day ever! First the game, now we get to act it out! Please, mister, don't shoot me." Mike was fucking laughing as he got up, holding his hands in the air. Tyler and Eric also rose, wearing matching stupid fucking grins. I sighed and aimed the gun at the TV and pulled the trigger. The glass exploded and the machine started to fucking hiss and smoke, which was actually pretty fucking cool.
"Holy shit!" Tyler yelled, leaping away from the television. "You really shot it! What the fuck is going on?" Please tell me this is a part of the game.
"Um, I think it's a stick up," Eric supplied nervously, shifting from foot to foot and looking like he was going to piss his pants at any second. A stick up? Where the fuck were we, in the 1800's? At least one of them fucking got that danger was afoot.
"Come over here," I barked, pointing the gun at Tyler. Eric immediately stepped forward. How about that? He didn't just want him, he actually fucking loved him. Well, there was no accounting for taste I supposed. "You two as well."
We can take him. If Tyler goes low, I can disarm him and we can call the cops. I wish that guy hadn't taken our phones when we came in. Wait a minute…was it all a set up? Well, how about that? Mike finally got a fucking clue.
"Get in the center of the room. Now," I demanded. They walked slowly toward me, all with their hands up and fear finally showing on their faces. Fuck, I loved it. I knew Garrett had set the cameras to capture every angle of the middle of the room, so that's where I needed them to be, while I stood a bit back so he wouldn't have to edit too much.
"L…l…listen," Eric stammered. "We don't have a lot of money but we'll give you everything we have. Just don't hurt us."
"I'm not going to hurt you, Mr. Yorkie. Well, not unless you don't do exactly as I say. Do you think you can manage that?" He was grasping onto my promise not to hurt him and he nodded emphatically. How does he know my name? "Good. Stop there." They were just where I wanted them to be.
"Now, as I told Eric over there, if you do exactly what I say, I won't hurt you. If you don't…" I trailed off and let the warning fill the air for a moment before continuing. "I'll not only enjoy killing you slowly, but I'll also kill every person you love, do you understand me?" They were trembling now and their thoughts filled with pictures of their parents, some friends, and even a girl or two. "Yes, Mike. I'll let you watch while I torture that little Jessica girl you used to date in college." He gasped and went pale. How does he know about Jess? I haven't even seen her in a couple years.
"And Tyler, that blond bitch, Lauren, really was a good fuck, wasn't she? Perhaps I'll fuck her in front of you before I slit her throat? How does that sound?" My whole being railed against the words I was saying, because I would never fuck another girl again and had no interest in doing so. But he didn't know that. Their families and friends were perfectly safe, and sadly so were they. But they needed to believe that I hadn't a fucking qualm about doing what I said. My words were filled with menace and they were freaking out.
"Please, please, we'll do whatever you want. Don't hurt her," Tyler pled, his eyes wild with fear.
"Very good, Mr. Crowley." I turned my attention back to Eric and smiled. "Morgan." He gasped and threw his hands over his mouth, shaking his head. How does he know? He's the only guy I've ever been with. "Tyler," I said and he started to cry.
"Please, please don't. You said you wouldn't hurt us."
"And I won't, if you do what I tell you, starting now. Okay, boys?" They all nodded. Mike was trying to think of ways to get away from me, Tyler was picturing Lauren getting raped in front of him and Eric was just scared shitless that I was going to advertise the fact that he liked to take it up the ass and was in love with his best friend. It was fucking tempting, to be sure.
"Take off your clothes."
No, no fucking way. He can just shoot me dead. I'm not letting him fuck me. Mike's thoughts made me laugh. As if I would ever lower myself to stick my dick in his pathetic ass? He was so far from being worthy of Edward Junior that it was laughable.
"I wonder if your mother gives good head, Mr. Newton. Should I find out?" Ew, that's fucking gross. No, no way.
I turned to look at Tyler and Eric, who already had his hands on his pants. Good boy. I would give him what he wanted for sure now. "I said, take them off, toss them in a pile over there." I gestured to the floor to the right.
"What, what are you going to do to us if we do it?"
I laughed darkly. "I'm not going to lay a hand on you, I swear." Maybe he just gets his jollies by looking at naked guys. I can deal with that. I've got nothing to be ashamed of. Tyler's mental voice was pathetically hopeful. He took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. I nodded with satisfaction when Eric followed his lead. Mike continued to dawdle. "Maybe I'll cut off your father's dick and use it to choke your mother. What do you think about that, Mr. Newton?" His shirt was off seconds later. "Very good. Pants and underwear too. Let's get a move on, I don't have all day."
"You're just fucking with us, aren't you?" Mike asked nervously. "This is like some weird reality show or something, right? Our parents are going to pop out and laugh at us for playing along any second now."
I sighed and used the remote to turn on one of the other TV's, which had a feed of the Newton house. Mike's mother was puttering around the kitchen. "As you can see, she's not here waiting to surprise you, it would be pretty fucked up if she was, don't you think? I happen to have an associate right outside your house who would be more than happy to go in and prove that your mother is a wonderful little fuck, should you not cooperate." I hit a button and there was a man all dressed in black lurking outside the house. This was bullshit, of course, Garrett had shot it earlier but Mike didn't fucking know that, did he?
"No! No, leave my mom alone!" he cried, yanking down his sweatpants and throwing them on the pile of shirts.
"Do you two need to see your parents or are you finally ready to do what the fuck I say?" I put all the menace I had into my voice and their pants were off quickly as well. "Very good. Underwear now."
Tyler and Mike avoided looking at one another as they slid their underwear off and tossed it on the pile. Eric did as well, but I saw his eyes wander to Tyler's cock. Big fucking surprise. I fought not to laugh.
"Good. I'm glad to see you being cooperative. Just one more thing and then you boys can go home."
"What?" Mike asked, his hands covering his less than impressive cock. As if I wanted to look at that pathetic worm-like appendage?
"Suck Tyler's cock, Michael." His eyes flew to mine and he shook his head.
"No, no way. No way in hell am I doing that."
"Well then." I took out my phone and pressed a button. "Yeah, it's me. Go in and take Mrs. Newton and bring her here. Her son is refusing to cooperate. I think it's time we showed him what his defiance will cost him. Be sure to smack her around some before you bring her here. I'd like to see a few nice bruises on that pretty face."
"No!" he shouted, his voice filled with horror. "Please, tell him not to touch her. I'll...I'll do it." He looked at Tyler who was studiously avoiding his gaze. "I have to, it's my mom."
"Don't worry. You don't even have to get him off, unless you want to," I told him with a dark laugh. "On your knees in front of him." They needed to hurry the fuck up so I could go home to Bella.
Mike walked slowly over to Tyler and lowered himself to his knees. Tyler shifted uncomfortably but didn't pull away. "What do I do now?"
"Surely you've gotten head a time or two in your life, Mr. Newton." My voice hardened as I knew at least one person that he gotten it from, a person he was unworthy to even fucking think about let alone touch. "Do exactly what you like to have done to you."
This is so fucking gross. But I have to. For my family, I have to. For Jess. He leaned forward and grasped Tyler's cock in his hands before leaning in and taking the head in his mouth. Tyler closed his eyes. Pretend it's Lauren. Lauren gives good head. It's her mouth.
Mike's face was scrunched up in disgust as he sucked on only the head. "Now, Michael, that's not a very attractive look on your face. Try to pretend you're enjoying it. Mommy can show you how if you like." He groaned and took Tyler further in before he started moving up and down on the head. He managed to look a little more like he was enjoying it.
It's Lauren. Lauren with her big blue eyes and those huge breasts. Lauren, who gets so wet that I can slide right into her pussy. Oh fuck, I got hard. Mike's going to think I want him.
So gross, why do girl's do this? I mean, it sure as hell feels good for the guy but this is disgusting. Oh crap, he's hard. I'm going to choke. He better not fucking come or I'll kick his ass.
I couldn't keep the smile off my face, though of course they couldn't see it with the black cloth covering my head. Still, it was fantastic. I made him go for several minutes. "Okay, that's enough, Mr. Newton." He released Tyler immediately and started wiping his mouth even though Tyler hadn't come. "Your turn, Mr. Crowley. Mr. Yorkie looks like he needs some attention." The amusement was in my tone now because it was fucking true. Eric had gotten hard watching Mike attend to Tyler. This was no surprise since he was actually gay but I almost felt bad for him. Almost but not really. He did take part in tormenting my Bella after all.
Tyler got to his knees and his eyes widened comically when he saw that Eric was hard. "Um," he said but didn't say anything else. I gestured with the gun and he sighed and started. Eric's mind immediately went blissful as he'd dreamt of this moment for years. He actually put his hands in Tyler's hair and helped guide him to the speed he wanted. What the fuck? He's actually fucking enjoying this? I guess he's always been weird. I hope to fuck he doesn't come though. I'll just pretend I'm deep throating a hot dog on a dare. Sounds like something our frat would do. Hmm, maybe we should do that to this year's pledges. Oh fuck, tell me he's not, shit, shit, shit. Do I have to swallow? He didn't say. If I spit it out he may punish my family. Damn it, Eric, how could you do this to me?
Fucking priceless. Eric couldn't help it and he came and Tyler swallowed it. His face was fucking hilarious. I'd have to tell Garrett to edit it so it looked like he enjoyed the taste. "Oh God, I'm so sorry Tyler, I didn't mean to, it just, it felt so good and I couldn't help it." Eric was stuttering and stammering and Tyler just shook his head and backed away quickly once he got to his feet.
"I know. Just don't talk about it, please," Tyler gasped.
"There's soda in the fridge right there. You can get some if you like." Tyler ran to the fridge almost before the words were out of my mouth. I laughed. "Yorkie, your turn. Mr. Newton is the only one who's yet to have the pleasure of his friend's mouth."
Eric did as the others had, getting to his knees in front of Mike. He expertly pumped his dick a few times before running his tongue over the head. Mike squeaked in surprise and closed his eyes just as Tyler had. Eric took him in and began moving expertly on his cock. Tyler gaped in surprise as he watched him go to town on Mike and then he finally got it. Eric's gay. Eric's gay and I sucked his cock. Does that mean I'm gay? Is he gay for me? Like does he want me? Or am I just good at giving head? I don't want to be good at giving head. That's gross. I need more soda. He started drinking again and I shook with my need to contain my laughter. This was fucking hilarious. Who knew that not killing them could be so much fun?
My God, that feels good. Pretend it's Jess. No, Jess kinda sucked at giving head but she sure had a nice, tight pussy. Emily wasn't bad. I can pretend it's Emily. She probably wouldn't mind a ride on the Mike Express again. Oh, fuck that, Bella was the best I ever had. That hot little mouth…she really knew how to get me off. Yeah, Bella, suck me.
"Enough!" I thundered. White hot rage shot through me and I nearly leapt on him and ripped him apart. Only my promise to her kept me from doing so. She was more important than he was. And this revenge was all I could take for her. He'd pay for that errant thought, though. I could shoot him somewhere that wouldn't kill him. Technically that wouldn't be laying a hand on him and wouldn't break my word.
Eric released Mike immediately and looked at me, trembling in fear. "What? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, Mr. Yorkie. You did as I asked. You may get dressed and get out of here. Mr. Crowley as well. But you should know that if you tell anybody about what went on here today, my promise not to harm you is moot. I will do exactly as I promised and make you watch as I kill everyone you love before I turn on you. Is that understood?"
They both nodded and hurried up and pulled on their clothes. "Wait a minute! You guys can't just leave me with him," Mike begged.
"Sorry, man, but I'm getting out of here while I can," Tyler told him, running for the door, Eric scurrying along behind him.
"Now it's just us, Mr. Newton. Tell me, are you scared?" I cooed as I walked around him. He tried to cover both his ass and his cock from me, as if I'd fucking want either one. I gave Garrett the pre-arranged hand signal and he knew to stop the video and get it and get the hell out of there. Everything in here was untraceable, not that we were going to leave it behind to be searched anyway. I didn't think the boys would tell but I didn't rely on capricious human minds when I carried out my plans.
"Yes," he admitted, much to my utter surprise.
"Good, you should be," I told him. "I just wanted a moment alone with you. To make you a promise."
"A promise?" he asked, eying me warily.
"Yes, a promise." I smiled. "Wherever you go, whatever you do, hell, whoever you do, I'll be watching. There will be eyes on you all the time. You'd better think twice about everything you say, and even everything you think. If you make one move I don't like, you'll pay dearly for it. You already have."
"What did I ever do to you?" he cried, shaking a little as I gestured him over to his clothes.
"That's not important." Like fuck it wasn't, but I couldn't exactly tell him now could I? "What's important is what I've done to you. You already lost your education and your money at my hands; do you want to lose anything else? Maybe an important appendage?" I moved closer to him and aimed the gun at his dick as he screamed.
"No! You're the one who took my money? Why? Why? Don't I get to know why?"
"If you're too fucking dumb to put it together, then I'm not going to tell you. Get out of here before I change my mind about that body part." He ran and I followed quickly after him. I knew one of Garrett's men was going to blow the building in about three minutes. I ran to the car, knowing that nobody would see me as I dove in and removed the mask, starting the car and hurrying home to Bella. There would be no proof and the only person they'd seen was Garrett, who was on his way out of town as soon as he took care of things at the school. This had been fucking fun, but tomorrow night would be even more so.
Xoxoxoxox
"Baby, come on. We're going to be late." What the fuck was she doing in there, curing cancer? Bella'd been locked in the bathroom for over an hour and while I could have busted in at any time, Charlie might not have been overly thrilled with it. I sighed and fiddled with my fucking tux for the fifty-third time and tried to calm the fuck down. I needed to be there when the big reveal hit and so did Bella. She might not believe it, but I fucking did it for her.
The door cracked open and I whirled to get a look at her. Holy fuck, she'd never been more stunning. She was in a body-hugging red silk dress, cut enough to reveal the hint of her gorgeous breasts. "Bella, you look incredible," I breathed, reaching out to run my fingers through her sexy curls that tumbled over her shoulders. She had in the brown contacts again but she'd also outlined her eyes in some smoky black color that really made them pop.
She reached for me as well, tracing the line of my jaw as her eyes devoured me. Maybe we should just stay here and fuck for hours on end. "Nobody will ever believe that I could get a guy like you," she murmured, tracing my cheekbones with her thumbs.
What fucking nonsense. I tugged her over to the full-length mirror on her closet and pulled her in front of me. "Look there and tell me what you see." Her eyes met mine in the mirror and she smiled softly.
"I see you, Edward. I always see you." Well that was fucking understandable but not the point.
"Do you know what I see, baby?" She shook her head, continuing to stare at me hungrily in the mirror. "I see the most beautiful woman in the world. I see the woman that belongs with me, belongs to me. I see the woman that completes my life. I see everything."
Her eyes welled up with unshed tears and she whirled to throw her arms around me. "I know I belong with you most of the time. It's just, being back here, remembering everything that happened to me; I feel like that awkward seventeen year old that spent all her time in the library."
I stroked her hair as another blast of anger shot through me. Stupid fucking people who didn't recognize true beauty when they saw it; who made her feel unwanted and unloved. Never fucking again. I tilted her head up and kissed her softly. She clung to me tightly and kissed me back, trying to strengthen the kiss but I pulled back.
"They were fucking fools, Bella. And tonight they're going to see that and they'll regret that they didn't get to know the girl who became the woman before them. They'll all be intrigued and interested and God knows the men are going to want you in ways that will drive me fucking mad." I grinned at her. "Maybe we should just stay here after all and I could slide that dress off your body and make love to you all night. What do you think of that?" I fucking would, too. She deserved to show them all but if she didn't want to, I'd stay here and miss seeing my revenge come to fruition.
Bella's eyes glinted and she took a deep breath before giving me a sexy smile. "How about we do both? We go for an hour, I let them see that they didn't break me, and then I come home with my sexy husband and make love for hours."
"I'd say that sounds like a perfect fucking plan." She laughed and took my hand.
"Let's do this."
I led her outside and she gasped when she saw the limo waiting in the driveway. I wasn't sure why, she just rode in one the other day but since it made her turn and kiss me hard I wasn't about to fucking complain. "A limo, Edward? It's probably a bit of overkill, don't you think?"
I brushed my thumb over her cheek. "You didn't get to go to prom. This is as close as I can come to giving it to you."
Her entire face softened and she kissed me again. "Thank you, Edward. You know what I want better than I do, I think." Took me fucking long enough to get to that stage but yeah, I fucking knew my girl and what would make her happy. I helped her into the limo and slid in next to her, wrapping my arms around her as she laid her head on my chest.
"I love you, Bella. No matter what happens tonight, I hope you remember that."
She raised her head and looked at me. "What does that mean?" I shrugged and gave her a smile meant to distract her. It didn't work and she gripped my shirt at the neck. "You promised, Edward. You promised you wouldn't lay a hand on them. Let's just go home."
"No, baby, we're almost there." Because this town was the size of a fucking postage stamp. How anybody lived here was beyond me. "I said I wouldn't touch them and I won't. Not a hand, not a tooth, not even a brush of my jacket against them. I swear, Bella." It was all fucking true.
She eyed me for a moment and then sighed. "I'm holding you to that."
I grinned at her as we pulled up in front of the school. There were some humans milling about outside and all their eyes were on the limo as the driver got out and opened our door. I got out first and smirked as I heard several audible gasps from the women and murmurs from the men. I held out my hand and Bella took it and stepped gracefully from the limo. Even louder murmurs and gasps accompanied her appearance and I slipped my arm around her waist immediately. She was mine.
Nobody knew who she was, or at least they hadn't put it together yet. I led her past the curious eyes, trying my damndest not to laugh at the envy and desire in every single thought I encountered. I held the gym door open for her and we walked to the front table where a blonde who looked familiar was sitting and sorting through nametags. She was a bit chunkier and her hair was even more fried by all the fucking coloring she had done to it, but this was Lauren, the girl in Tyler Crowley's head.
She looked up at our entrance and her jaw dropped open. She immediately shot into fantasy mode over me and I fought not to laugh as she pictured fucking me just like Tyler had done her. I cleared my throat and she shook her head and tried to focus on things other than my cock, which admittedly was difficult to do. It was a good fucking thing she couldn't see it or we'd never get inside.
"Hi," she cooed, holding her hand out to me and ignoring Bella, which pissed me the fuck off. "Welcome to the Class of 2005 reunion. I'm afraid I don't recognize you and believe me I would have if you'd gone here." She gave me a winning smile and I ignored her hand and pulled Bella in front of me.
"That's because I didn't. My wife did." Lauren's face fell but she attempted to smile.
"And who are you?" she asked Bella, somewhat snidely which fucking pissed me off again. What was wrong with these fucking idiots that they couldn't recognize true beauty when it was staring them in the face?
"Bella Swan," my wife replied and then she shot me a smile. "Well, Bella Cullen now." Fuck, I loved hearing her say that.
It can't be. But she's so pretty. Bella Swan couldn't get a guy like that if she paid him. Hey, maybe that's it. Maybe she hired him to escort her. Not that she doesn't look a hell of a lot better than she did then, but he's amazing. Too good for her.
Fucking bitch. She was the one who was too good for me and it was just my good fortune that she didn't realize it.
"Bella! You look great! It's been a long time. How's life been treating you?" Envy and irritation dripped from her tone.
Bella didn't let that bother her. She brought her hand to my face and smiled again. "Very well, as I'm sure you can see. Can we get out nametags, please? I'd like to go inside."
Lauren scowled but scrawled Bella Swan Cullen on a nametag and handed it to her. "And you are?"
"Edward Cullen." Her jaw dropped open again. It can't be. But how many Edward Cullen's are there? Bella Swan did not land a rich, gorgeous guy while I sat in this town and settled for guys like Tyler and Mark. It's just not fair!
I raised my brow at her and she shook her head again and wrote my name on the tag. When she handed it to me, I saw her intentions and yanked the sticker from her hand before she could touch me. Fucking fool, as if I'd ever let her have the honor of touching me. I slapped my nametag on and led Bella into the entrance to the gym, wrinkling my nose automatically at the smell of old sweat that permeated the place. What a lovely fucking place for a party. I shot Bella a look at she giggled, which I fucking loved. She was over her bout of nerves it seemed.
There was a DJ playing some ridiculous Top 40 music and a refreshment table with food for the humans. There were streamers hanging from the walls and that was about it as far as decorations went. Every eye in the place was on Bella and me as we walked around the room. She started to walk to stand against the wall and I got a very vivid image of my Bella doing just that in her years at this fucking school. Not anymore.
I halted her and led her onto the dance floor. Her eyes widened in surprise and she tried to pull away from me but I held firm. "Edward, I don't dance."
"That's okay, baby, I do." I twirled her out and drew her back into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and I held her waist, pulling her close and moving our bodies in perfect rhythm to the song. "See, nothing hard about it," I murmured in her ear.
She laughed and rested her head on my shoulder. "I can feel something hard."
I chuckled and rubbed Edward Junior against her stomach again. "Anytime you like, dear wife."
She titled her head and grinned at me. "And what if I like right now?"
Well, fuck me. Sex or revenge? Revenge or sex? Sex wins every fucking time. "Where's the janitor's closet? Isn't that where the kids go to fuck on school grounds?"
Bella giggled and gave me a smacking kiss. "As appealing as that sounds, I think I'll wait until we get out of here. Which will be soon, right?"
"Absolutely, baby." It seemed I didn't have to choose. Fucking excellent.
We danced for awhile and I basked in the thoughts around us for the most part. Everybody was amazed that Bella had become so utterly beautiful and many of them outright said so to one another, which meant that she heard it too. The smile on her face kept growing until she was positively beaming.
"I told you so," I murmured, capturing her lips with mine. Thoughts all around us turned sexual but I ignored it and just enjoyed the feel of her.
Wow! Is that my Bella? I broke our kiss and looked directly into the blue eyes of Michael Newton. He was there, looking fucking ridiculous in an ill-fitting suit that was entirely too tight for him, staring at my girl as if she was his salvation. How fucking dare he think of her as his? She belonged to me. He'd had his chance and fucked it up royally. When the fuck was the damn slide show anyway? I wanted to get the hell out of here and take my wife to bed.
Bella seemed content to just stay in my arms for the night, which I really didn't have a problem with but I figured we should fucking socialize a little so we made the rounds, saying hello to people, letting them see just how fucking perfect she was and that they hadn't broken her. I kept my face blank when we exchanged greetings with Mike, who was picturing my Bella naked and didn't even really remotely register me. Which I guessed was a fucking good thing, all things considered. Eric and Tyler hadn't bothered to show up tonight, which was sort of a disappointment but at least he was here.
Bella's expression when the revolting fucker tried to give her a hug was priceless. She stepped back into me and I wrapped my arms around her while glaring at him. He'd taken the hint pretty quickly and scurried the fuck away. I should have stayed with her. She's way hotter than Emily ever was. And look at her now, she's fucking huge. Why did I ever dump Bella? Because you are a stupid motherfucker who thought he was big shit. You're about to see exactly how fucking small you are, and so is everyone else, asshole.
"Can we get out of here?" Bella asked a little later. "I don't really know any of these people anymore, nor do I want to."
"Sure, baby." If she wanted to leave, we'd leave. She was all that really mattered.
I took her hand and started toward the doors when Lauren's voice broke in. "Thanks for coming everyone! We have a few awards to present shortly but first I thought it would be fun to show some pictures from back when we were in school. Won't it be good for a laugh?" She tittered obnoxiously and asked someone to get the lights. A projection screen was illuminated and the video started.
"Let's watch this and then we'll go," I told her. She frowned a little but shrugged.
The video played, showing many of the students in their earlier glory. I smirked a little at all the shots of Newton on the football field and as prom king. His best years had truly been his youth. How fucking sad for him. There was one slide that had my Bella, though she was just in the periphery, her head turned to the side. She sighed and I kissed her cheek. "You're better than every one of them, Bella Cullen. Don't you forget that."
The video continued for a few more minutes when all of a sudden there was a shot of Mike with a dick in his mouth. Gasps filled the crowd and Bella turned to glare at me but didn't say anything. Mike on the field, Mike with a cock, Tyler scoring on the basketball court, Tyler sucking a cock. On and on it went, with Mike and Tyler and Eric's little show from yesterday interspersed with shots of their youth.
"I had to do it!" Mike shouted. "This guy made us do it. I'm not gay!"
"Sure you're not, Newton. You just ran out of cigarettes so you thought you'd smoke a pole instead," some guy yelled. Everybody was laughing and Mike kept screaming about men in black and guns and video games.
Bella tugged on my hand and this time I left with her, walking out into the night air. I started to walk toward the limo and she held firm. "I thought I told you not to touch them," she hissed quietly.
"And I didn't. There was no touching involved, except on their part. Did you see Eric go to town on Mike? He sucks cock like a fucking pro."
"Edward, why did you do it?"
She sounded sad, which really fucking sucked. I wanted her to be happy. "I couldn't let them go unpunished." She opened her mouth and I shook my head. "No, baby, I know you claim you're over it, but you're not. You were right back to being that girl when we got ready to come here tonight. These people treated you like shit and I couldn't live with it. I'd say I was sorry but I'd be fucking lying."
She sighed and shook her head. "It wasn't necessary. What's done is done and you can't take it away."
I brushed her hair away from her face. "No, I can't, and that pisses me off more than I can fucking say. But what I can do, what I did do, was give them a tiny taste of what you had to deal with. I wouldn't take it back, even if you cut me off for a fucking month. They had to pay, Bella." I hoped to God she didn't cut me off for a month. I'd fucking die all over again.
"They're going to know it was you," she whispered, her voice filled with worry. Of course my girl would fucking worry about me.
"If they're smart enough to come to that conclusion, then they can fucking try to prove it, baby. I promise you, they won't be able to. I can cover my tracks, you know." I shot her a grin and her lips twitched. Fuck yes, she wasn't that mad then.
I heard something and I pulled her around the corner of the school. We watched as Mike ran out of the building, laughter and taunts following him. I smirked and looked at Bella who started to smile. I chuckled and she looked at me with narrowed eyes.
"Alright, I'm not going to lie and pretend that a part of me doesn't find it hilarious that Mike had to go through that." That's what I'm fucking saying! There's my girl. "But another part of me is angry that you took a chance and risked yourself like that. He's not worth it, Edward."
"But you are." I kissed her and she kissed me back with everything she had. I pulled back and looked into her beautiful brown eyes, the eyes that captured me from the first moment. They weren't the same color anymore, but they would captivate me until the end of time. "I will always protect you, Bella. Maybe I do it in fucked up ways sometimes, but that's who I am. I'd do anything for you, you have to know that."
She kissed me again. "I'm not going to thank you."
I chuckled again. "You don't have to."
She took my hand and led the way to the limo. "But I am going to ask you to tell me the whole story."
"I can do that." Leaving out a few details, like threatening to fuck their mothers and such. There was shit that just did not need to be shared.
She smirked. "After."
"After what?"
"After you take me home and make love to me for the rest of the night." Fuck yes, my Bella was perfection.
"You're a woman after my own heart, Mrs. Cullen."
She threw back her head and laughed. "I already have it, Mr. Cullen." She was magnificent with the moonlight shining on her.
"That you fucking do."
"And you have mine." Damn right I did.
"That I fucking do." I had no clue how it happened and if someone had told me that I would have fallen in love with a brunette spitfire that refused to eat humans and watched ridiculous fucking vampire TV shows and had cows for pets and drove me mad 90% of the time, I would have fucking laughed my ass off before ripping their head off just for being an idiot. But here I was, completely besotted with said woman, mingling with humans just to let them see how they'd fucked up years ago by not seeing how exquisite she was.
It took me over a hundred years, but finally I knew what it was to be alive. She'd given me that. She'd given me everything. And I'd do the same for her; no matter what crazy fucking thing she came up with next. I fucking loved that I never knew exactly what she'd do. Life with her would never be fucking boring, that was for sure.
"Edward?"
I focused on her and smiled. "Yes, love?"
"Come back to me."
"Always, baby."
She smiled and got in the car. "I like the sound of that."
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her soundly. "Game still fucking on, Bella Swan Cullen. Forever." We'd both faced our fucking pasts and wiped out the darkness together. Fuck the past, the future was ours.
A/N And I'm marking this story complete, although I am open to outtake suggestions and one of these days I may bring this crazy pair back again if a new story for them occurs to me. For now, know that they're fighting, fucking and loving their way through life, with a healthy side dose of cows and Jenks to keep things exciting :)
I could and should thank so many people who were there for me through this story. Rameau and AG0 are as much a part of this story as I am and they laughed and reassured me the whole way through this adventure with the crazy vamp. Starla, Jill, and Brenda have all been big pimpers and supporters of me and Smugs and I could not thank them enough. They deserve more than having been Carlisle's sex toys and Smug's devirginizer, Thanks to Leanne who let me make her into a prostitute, Joss Whedon and the rest of the racist Hollywood vampire showrunners and writers for giving Smugs some of his best rants and to each and every one of you who's read, pimped and reviewed this story. I have never had a better time in my life as I did reading what you guys thought of the crazy things my two vampires said and did (yeah I'm single, so it sadly true, hehe). Giant thanks to Team Smugward who bid on me during Fandom Gives Back, I'm still amazed by your generosity.
Special thanks to Twisted Coincidence, who has pimped this story like no other and was an awesome pre-reader at the end. Smugs and I love you all! Send me your thoughts, suggestions and requests for outtakes if you have them, I don't want to let him go :) You guys rock! Thanks for reading!
If you're wanting to read more from me, put me on alert. I'm going to have a collab starting in the new year that is very different for me and of course First & Ten is well underway for my sports or just QB loving gals! Much more on the horizon too!