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"Is this what you wished? To commit a crime?"

—For K, Lana

Have you ever shot someone?

Blood was drained from my face instantly the moment that sentence was registered in my brain. And now I couldn't stop guessing his motive. Because with him, you had to prepare for the worst scenario. As always.

I gulped down the bile in my throat and tried to calm my accelerated heartbeats.

Those laughing eyes met mine. Bright and child-like met the horrified ones. His smirk was in place, telling me this was going to be so much fun. If only his sense of humor wasn't this scary. Not too far from my left, Jamie chuckled soundlessly. Well, apparently, I was the only one who didn't find the situation funny, meaning, I was the sanest human in the room.

Fingers tucked the piece of hair behind my ear, shifting the attention back to the demon close to my side. Eyes did all the talking. Please. No, please. Anything but this. The corner of his lips twitched in response, amused at my misery. He loved every inch of it.

"It's not as hard as you think, sweetheart." He said saccharinely. Nothing good came from his overly sweetness, the world knew that. I looked around frantically, searching for help and way-out. And, of course, there was none. Because here, and I meant here was in this fucking city, Edward held superior power.

"No, please, I can't—" I didn't realize I had involuntarily moved away from him as he yanked me back instantly toward him by my forearm.

"Let me tell you the rules here, alright?" he was getting impatient, warning me in silence that he really needed me to be cooperative or he was going to do it the hard way.

"Please, I'll do anything." I begged. It was out before it could be stopped. His malicious greens lighted up and I regretted it immediately.

"Of course, you'll do anything, sweetheart." He chuckled darkly, emphasizing the double meaning behind those words. "But now you're gonna take this gun and blow one of their fucking heads or else, I'll blow yours." He added, pushing Em's Glock to my palms as his own gun kissed the side of my forehead.

I couldn't say a single word. My mouth was dry. Hands were shaky. I didn't know what to do. Edward didn't do empty threats. When he said he would shoot, we all knew he would fucking do it.

I glanced at him for a second. His smirk encouraged me to oppose him. I could tell this excited him to no end. The feel he had my life in his hands and was about to show it in front of his people. He was psychotically crazy, thirsty of danger and defiance.

"Daddy doesn't have all day, baby." He sighed dramatically. I raised both hands with gun in between, holding it tight as if I was afraid I would drop it. Jacob gave me a small smile, taking all the blame to himself while the girl was frantically trying to get away from the tight knot. I couldn't fucking decide. "Choose wisely." Demon whispered, too close to my liking. Nothing he enjoyed more than my discomfort. He pressed his gun again, a cue that my time was up. One of them or me.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to fucking scream. I wanted to fucking aim it to him. To Edward. But of course, I didn't. Like a selfish bitch I was, I shot. Closing my eyes in the process, even though I knew I hit the target. This wasn't the first time I used a gun. Jacob taught me many times about defending myself if shit went wrong. And now I was using it for my own good.

The Glock was slipped out of my hand as soon as the deafening sound was ringing in my ears. Blood flowing, a body was sprawled on its seat. I couldn't stand the damages I had caused. Disgust was taking over. I felt so nauseous.

Edward said something I couldn't make out, and all of a sudden, I was half-dragged out of the safehouse by Paul. He looked at me in slight pity. I could tell he had seen worse. We somehow made it to the SUV. He handed me a bottle of mineral water out of nowhere which I took graciously.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, a bit concerned.

I laughed out loud, the water I was drinking spurted. "Funny question." He let me be after that, didn't say or ask anything. We drove off in silence, toward the new hell I would be living. Then, I felt like I couldn't handle the emotion anymore. "Did I kill her?"

The moment I was back into the hellhole, I went straight to the shower, scrubbing the sin out of me. I cried. I screamed out the top of my lungs, frustrated. I could smell the blood everywhere as if my brain had it memorized. Paul didn't answer my last question and I didn't know whether to thank or curse him.

I hoped I didn't shoot the crucial part of her body. I hope it was just her hand or leg. Damn him. Damn his evil mind.

I rubbed my body harder as though I wanted to peel the skin. Guilt began to take over as the awful event was automatically replayed over and over again. The harder I blocked the images, the faster it would come back assaulting my head.

Helplessness was no stranger to me since I met Edward. He got me falling to the same hole every freaking time he wanted me to. Always.

I was awake the day after on the bathroom floor, dreaming about blood and guns and Jacob. Shit, I forgot about Jacob. What the hell happened to him? Did they kill him? Fuck. Although I didn't shoot him, that didn't mean they would let him live. I immediately felt anxious and panic, had the urge the get out of this house. Ignoring the tray of meal on the table, I slipped out of the room quietly. I knew Edward hadn't been here seeing the super neat and untouched bed.

The first floor was empty. No one was here. Not even Paul.

Was it a trap or something? Edward was known for his games.

No, Bella, there was no way you were left alone. Never in million years he would let his evil empire unguarded.

The thought of him seemed to give the devil itself a call or something because the next thing I knew, I was hearing his voice. I was sure it wasn't just in my head.

"You awake?"

I instinctively turned around only to find him towering over me at the top of stairs. Wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. Those tattoos were on display, covering almost all the upper part of his perfect body. Wicked and intriguing. His hair was such a mess, looking like it had just been dragged out of bed. Eyes were lazy and tired, as though he didn't get enough sleep.

"Where's Paul?" I decided to ask, only to fill the awkward silence.

He walked downstairs, scratching his neck. "Run some errands." The man went straight to the kitchen island to pour a coffee. Then, after taking a big gulp, he dropped the bomb. "Great shot, by the way." Smirking, very satisfied watching me crumbling in my place. God, I hated him so much. "Poor girl, didn't expect you would choose that shameless fucker—"

"Stop it." I cut him. His grin widened.

"Come here."

"You've got him now. What else do you want from me?" My voice was raised an octave out of frustration.

"I don't like repeating myself." He said firmly.

I approached him with angry steps and clenched fist. Then, without thinking I swung my punch. Against his nice cheek. The contact stunned us both. I didn't know what possessed me to do this, but hell, it felt so fucking good I wanted to do it again despite of the pain. He caught my wrists as I was about to take the second swing, then, yanked me to him.

"And now you still dare to wish I will let you go?" his jaw hardened. I could see the bruise more clearly from here. It was small, but it was there. Becoming some kind of reminder of my rare courage.

I leaned away as far as I could, but he used the opportunity to push me down until I was flat on the kitchen island. Hands gripped my wrists above my head while his body hovered over me. He chuckled heartlessly as he watched me struggle. "You ask for it, sweetheart."

I was about to open my mouth when he shut me with his lips. The kiss was deadly. Hard and demanding, but still soft and unhurried. He took his time, seducing me with his tongue until I gave up and kissed him back. It felt so inappropriate, forbidden even, but shit, I couldn't help it.

When he was sure I wouldn't do something stupid—like punch him again, he let go of my hands and placed them around his neck, never breaking the kiss. I drew him closer as though he wasn't close enough, touching his chest and down to his toned abs. Last night event was flied out of the window, forgotten and forgiven—at least for now—as we got our focus elsewhere.

I broke the kiss only to gasp for air. He moved to kiss my chin, then all over my jaw. "I want to take you here." He whispered huskily, didn't even hide the lust in his eyes when he looked at me. "Or you prefer bedroom?"

"Such a gentleman." I mocked.

"I am." He murmured on my neck, pulling his shirt I was on up to my waist. But before he could do anything further, someone cleared her throat, startled us both. We turned our heads at the same time only to find the interrupter standing across the room. The woman grinned as I tried to straighten my clothes, made me more embarrassed.

"What are you doing here, Hailey?" Edward asked calmly. It was calm before storm, let me tell you.

Either she didn't sense it or it didn't affect her, because then she teased him. "Oh, don't look so upset, cousin."

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