EPOV

"So, how was the gun shipment to Miami?" I asked, way too calm. But the look I gave was enough to make them gulp loudly. My men knew nothing good would come in this tone. The three of them exchanged gazes, pointing finger at each other to answer my question as my patience was wearing thin. Of course.

"Umm, Boss, we had a bit…trouble last night." One of them finally admitted. The tremor was visible as I glanced down at his hand. On the other hand, the other two men were eyeing the carpet of my office as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

I stood up and their body stiffened. Everyone knew how much I hated a messed up shipment. A flaw, an imperfection, was intolerable in this kind of business. Because there was a chance this thing we thought tiny was bigger than it looked. A mistake people often made—underestimating little things. Yeah, had learned from the best: experience.

"I heard." I pursued my lips in distaste, approaching them slowly. "Remind me again why it happened?"

Paul told me the whole story, but still. Even I couldn't fucking believe Alvarrez' had the gut to cross my business. I mean, it was just a small, mediocre gang which didn't have a name in mafia world for fucks sake, but look at what they had done. First Jacob Black and now this? These stupid motherfuckers clearly had death wish.

Although Alvarrez' would never stand a chance against my crew and last night was no big disaster, it didn't mean we didn't need to be more careful. Their actions last night were small and uncalculated, but who knew? Maybe later it would be bigger and more prepared. Yeah, had to fucking end them before they took it further.

"They…we…we were not aware they were there, Boss, the Alvarrez gang…"

"Yeah, and who the fuck informed them our location?!" I yelled, crashing the crystal glass against the wall beside them. They startled like crazy. God, I fucking hated it when my office got dirty.

"I—I swear we don't know."

There had to be a fucking mole in my organization.

"Find. The. Fucker." I hissed.

"Y—yes, Boss." They were white as ghost. Good. They knew the consequence.

I dismissed them and they were out of my sight instantly. I reached for my cell to dial Jamie, putting 'that Bella incident' behind. For now. I hadn't forgiven him for what he did to her and the fucker didn't bother to apologize. Whatever. He knew I would make him pay. He saw it coming.

"Yeah?"

"Don't fuck up tomorrow." Drug-trafficking could be tricky as hell if we were not careful. I needed to remind him sometimes because he was so cocky at his achievements. I knew his records were clean when it came to big money, still I didn't want him to be careless. There was a chance Alvarrez' would also try to mess my drug shipment tomorrow.

"Did I ever?"

I rolled my eyes at that.

"Yeah. Jacob Black."

"Ah. Small dealings. Besides, because of that, you met her. When it should be me. Fate was wicked." He said, before adding with a wide grin that I could almost see. "How's my Bella doing?"

The word sounded so disturbing in my ears. And I knew Jamie did it purposely.

"Good."

"She likes the puppy?" God, the puppy, I fucking hated it remembering who gave it at the first place. "Tell her I said hello." He continued when I didn't say anything.

"Like hell." I scoffed. His chuckle was the last thing I heard before I hang up.

I descended the stone stairs that connected my swimming pool to the beach below. Where Bella most likely spent her day. Before this, I didn't find the use of this private access. But now, I was kinda glad I had it because she loved it so much.

I found her standing on the shore with that puppy snuggling in her neck. Yeah, they had been inseparable since she got her. Which annoyed the shit out of me. The white little thing tailed Bella everywhere. Sneaky fucker.

I stopped at the bottom of the stone stairs, the only thing that separated me from the sand—well, didn't want to get my shoes filled with it because it sucked—and almost groaned when I took a closer look of her. She was always playing a wicked game with bikinis. And today was no better for me. Although the bikini top was halter and covering her cleavage, the bottom was kinda tiny, putting her pert derriere on display. My girl looked so fucking alluring. Damn, I could ogle her all day. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, making me want to bury my face in her exposed neck. And yeah, I fucking loved her new hair. Auburn definitely suited her better.

She tilted her head and our eyes met. I couldn't help but smirk as she made her way to me right away. "You're home early." She stated when she reached me. I let her pass and walked up first. Because yeah, the view of her ass was amazing.

The white annoying thing barked at me from her neck. I snorted. The feeling was definitely mutual. Bella chuckled before put her down in the pool area. She then ran and ran, inviting Bella to play with her. "Later, Snow." She said. God, I was almost sure, the dog put the best sad face after that.

We walked into the sitting room and I slid the glass door closed before the little thing could get in. Your time was up, white witch.

"I'm planning to take you out for dinner." I grinned, putting my best charm there. She raised an eyebrow then spun around. But even I could hear the smile in her next words.

"Oh, is it a date?"

She led me upstairs and I was more than happy to follow.

"If you say so." I imagined her rolling her eyes before opening the bedroom door. She then entered the bathroom to wash her face and hands. I stood in the doorway, watching her. Groaning when I realized she made trails of sand on the floor. "You promised you wouldn't bring the sand to my room."

She looked down like she just realized it too. "Oh, sorry!" she giggled. The sound went straight to my cock, making it hard for attention. Of course. I wanted to scoff. These days anything she did made me hard. I had no idea how, but it was like I was addicted to her.

And thank God, she decided to stay. I would probably go insane if she left.

I approached her from behind, grabbing the slim waist of her. "You're not." I stated, biting her shoulder before licking the skin. Her eyes were suddenly heavy, staring at me through the huge mirror in front of us. My hands wandered, along her navel and down to her soft thighs. "So fucking beautiful." I murmured on her ear, making her inhale sharply. She looked just as affected as I was.

I swore to God we were playing a dangerous game here. I knew her presence meant a complication to me yet I wanted to be with her. And I was sure I was a freaking nightmare to her yet she decided to stay when I offered her to leave. We were fucked up.

My fingers untied the strings at each side of her bikini bottom quickly as my lips distracted hers for a kiss. She whimpered against my mouth the moment my hand grazed her bare pussy.

"Tempting." I whispered, dipping my middle finger into her wetness. Fuck, she was so soft and warm.

"Edwarddd…" she moaned, arching her back as I moved my finger in and out fast and deep. Hitting her spot that I knew like the back of my hand.

"Yeah?" I smirked, running my nose along her jaw.

"Faster." She panted. Of course I complied. At this point I would do anything for her. Literally everything. She leaned forward a bit, gripping the edge of countertop to keep her body upright. "Ah, God, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk…" I watched as she came undone beneath me. Damn, my girl was beautiful. I slipped out my finger from her soaked pussy, sucking it before undoing my pants. "Give me a second." She turned her head to me as she felt the tip my cock against her opening.

"No." I chuckled darkly, lifting her right leg up onto the countertop. She was crazy if she thought I would fucking wait. Before she could protest again, I pushed my cock deep inside her in one swift move. She moaned in ecstasy, even though still half resisting. Fuck, she always felt so good. I didn't bother with condom now that she was on the pill.

"Edward!" she writhed beneath me as I grabbed her by her waist, fucking her hard with no mercy. In and out in and out. So deep and hard because I couldn't help myself. It was like her body was begged to be fucked like this. "Slowly, for fucks sake!" she panted, being grumpy because she was oversensitive after the first orgasm. Well, unfortunately slow was the furthest thing on my mind right now, sweetheart. And she looked like she just loved it as much. Ignoring her nonsensical complain, I drew my finger lower to rub her clit, bringing her higher before she had a chance to come down. "Ah, ah, ah, fuck Edward, fuckkkkk…" she cried out, unprepared as the wave of orgasm hit her. Her legs shook while her pussy contracted around me. The feeling was overwhelming. And soon I followed after her.

I got up from the couch when she was descending the stairs wearing that sinful white dress and those killer heels. Her hair was in soft curls and her makeup was minimal. She was the definition of young and beautiful.

We walked side by side to the driveway. And I couldn't help but smirk when she was surprised to see my grey Veneno instead of the usual Ferrari. So fucking sleek and sexy. Yeah, this bad boy was here to impress her. Such a rareness to me because I had never tried this hard. I was so picky when it came to my Lambo. Not everyone could fucking touch it.

I opened the passenger door for her, pulling her out of her shocked state. She slid in like she couldn't believe it. I jogged to my door then got in behind the wheel.

"You must be very rich." It was the first sentence that was coming out from her mouth as soon as we hit the road. Unpredictable as always. She said it blatantly yet in innocent way.

"You have no idea." I replied.

"No, I won't pretend that this isn't insane because it is." She added, eyes admiring the interior of the car. Bella was always honest and unfiltered, something that was absolutely entertaining and refreshing. "Can I drive it? One day?" she suddenly asked.

"You wish." I laughed humorlessly. Hell no, baby.

She scoffed, folding her arms like a child.

Twenty minutes later we arrived at an Italian restaurant—mine, actually—named Luna. We were escorted to my usual table right away. Which became my favorite of course because it held more privacy than the others.

"Fancy." She commented as soon as the waiter left us alone after taking our order. Her smile was infectious.

"Do you like it?" I inquired.

"Every girl's dream." She replied, like she was truly happy. Now I regretted I didn't do it sooner. Because hell, in the end I was just getting deep with her, no matter how hard I fought.

"Are you sure you are twenty one?" I asked with a slight curiosity. "You seem a lot younger."

"Are you saying I'm childish?" she took it as an insult.

"I didn't say that." I grinned. She snorted, didn't say anything until the waiter finished placing our order on the table and left.

"You know what, you are way more childish than I am, and you're like, thirty." She pointed out. That courage, though.

"I'm thirty-five." I clarified, sipping my wine slowly.

"That's not the point." She rolled her eyes.

"So you're okay with that, huh?" I raised an eyebrow.

"As long as you're not married." She replied automatically. I stiffened at her words. Memories flashed through my head like a hurricane. Damn it, after all this time it still did me like this. I blinked it away quickly as she was mistaken my reaction. "Umm…are you?" she asked carefully.

There was a dead beat of silence before I replied.

"Not anymore."

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