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Dark Salvation

AN: You guys get a little treat today! Emmett's POV on what went down at the infamous Cullen dinner last chapter! Thanks to kitty giving me an ego stroke on how well I write Emmett…and you ALL know how much your Mistress Mischief loves Emmett…so, without further ado…

Emmett POV (Chapter 32)


"But baby…" I pouted as I watched Rosalie slip into some sexy pants and a top. Her little baby bump was just beginning to show really well and I knew she flushed with pride every time she saw it in the mirror. We hadn't told anyone, we didn't want to spread the worry, but with her past, or more appropriately, what that fucking asshole Royce King had done to her, the doctors had been concerned about her body rejecting a pregnancy. So I stayed close, kept an eye on her at all times…I knew she was probably tired of me smothering her, but I couldn't help it. She was my life. Her and this little one…they were my everything.

She smirked at me. "Come on, Em. You know I'm the one cooking tonight."

I moved up behind her and kissed the back of her neck. "But, I'd much rather see you in just a sexy apron…"

She giggled as I suckled the sensitive flesh below her ear. "Emmett! We made rules, and those rules were that your family wouldn't see me naked!"

I snorted. "Doesn't stop you from flirting with Bella."

She shot me a look. "Bella…needed to be shown how beautiful she was. Edward was doing a shitty job of it."

"But now?" I asked.

She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Now, I think between you and this little one, I'll be quite busy."

"Not too busy, I hope."

She rolled her eyes. "If your parents knew we had couples that came over and…"

"One couple. Well, okay, we've had more than a few, but we've only got the one serious…"

"And Tanya didn't qualify?"

"Tanya's a fly-by-nighter, babe, you know that."

"Is she prettier than me?" Rosalie pouted softly.

I shook my head and took that lower lip into my mouth. "No one is prettier than you, babe."

"Good answer." She said before pulling away from me.

I grabbed her tighter. "And just where do you think you're going, missy?" I asked her.

"Em…I have to…oh fuck…"

My hands dipped into her pants. Now that her body was changing, taking on some kick-ass curves, I've got to admit, she had started buying some maternity clothes. She despised elastic waist pants, but I loved them. I could get into them a hell of a lot easier than the ones with fifty fucking million buttons or those 'skin tight, looks like they're painted on' fuckers. I flicked her clit with one hand, rubbed the globe of her ass with the other.

"Em, we can't, I need…"

I suckled her neck. "Please, baby? I need you so bad." I ground my erection into her.

She whimpered and if my cock could have high-fived me, it would have.

We were only about forty minutes late. Rose called Mom and told her I'd had a patient that ran behind, and Mom, having been married to a doctor for over half her life, had said she'd started doing…whatever the hell it was that needed prepping for the meal. Since Rosie had gotten pregnant, her tastes had changed. She had lately been craving lamb. Which was really funny since she often cried while she was quote, "eating Mary's little lamb". I had a hard time not laughing my ass off every time she did that.

I made myself scarce once we arrived. I didn't want to get stuck cutting vegetables or some shit. I found Dad and we played a few games of Wii bowling before I heard a car pull up. It was Edward and Bella. They were all snuggled up on each other. I was glad. I'd worried about Edward for a long time. He'd always been a bit of a dick, and Bella put up with it. But now? Now it looked like he was appreciating her. I paused the game and went to open the door for them. "Hello you two love birds. Think you can keep it in your pants, Eddie, until dinner's done?"

He shot me a look. "I'd say something, but we're in the presence of a lady."

I looked at Bella and smiled. "Oh, I think Bellaboo could handle a few curse words, don't you, Eddie-poo? I'll just bet she loves saying words like 'cock' and 'fuck' don't you, Bella?"

She blushed crimson. God, I loved making her blush. Just kinda made my night. "Well? Bella, I'm waiting."

And to my surprise? She looked up at me and said, "Fuck you, Emmett."

I grinned and pulled her to me, picking her up in the process. "YES! I did it! I finally corrupted you, little sis!"

She rolled her eyes. "Put me down, you big oaf."

I let out a little snort and sat her back on her feet. "You know I love ya."

She nodded. "I know. And you know I love you too, right?"

I winked at her. "You ever get tired of Eddie and want a real man, well, I think Rosalie would work with us."

And then she blushed again and I chuckled all the way to the kitchen for a beer. I walked back into the family room to find Edward had taken my place, kicking Dad's ass. Dad sucked at bowling. Baseball? Yeah, that he was good at. Bowling? Not so much.

I heard another car pull up then. It must be Jasper. There was something about that dude I liked. Not in a sexual way, though, I'd seen Rosie licking her lips at the sight of him, but I just, I don't know, I felt comfortable with him or something. I opened the door and stepped outside. "Hey, Jazz!" I jogged over to him.

"Hello, Emmett. How are you today?"

"Great, man. I tell ya, I sure am glad you fixed my brother. He's been like a totally different guy. I mean, I don't know what you did to knock that stick out of his ass, but keep it up, because it sure as hell is working."

For some reason, Jasper blushed. I guess he wasn't too used to accepting compliments.

Just then, a man walked over from the passenger seat of Jasper's car. "Emmett, this is my friend, Ja..."

"James?" I asked in surprise. I hadn't seen him since…shit. Since that day I kicked him out of my room. I had been dealing with my own issues, had a half-broken heart, a hangover from hell and I wake up to find my best friend sucking my cock.

I mean, I'd always suspected I might have enjoyed playing for both teams, but…not with him. James was a friend, but he was…well, I wasn't attracted to him. Not like that. But still, I'd acted like a royal asshole to him.

I'd gone to apologize to him, but he was already gone. I felt horrible about it. I'd stewed and worried about it, about him for years. He'd never deserved half the shit I'd done to him that day. I'd seen the way he would eye me. Sure, most people think I'm a dumbass, and half the time I act like it, but I keep quiet so I can observe. Not because I'm a simpleton.

His was the first ass I'd ever tapped. And hell, it felt good, but still, I didn't want that from him. I wanted my friend. The guy I'd get drunk with, the guy I played touch football with, not someone else that wanted to attach themselves to me.

"Hello, Emmett. It has been a long time." His tone was even, but I could see the barely restrained rage simmering in his blue eyes. He was still pissed. I hated it, hated it like hell, but still, shouldn't we have gotten past this by now?

I held out a hand for him and he took it, but I could tell he really wanted to deck me. And that was fine too. Hell, I'd probably want to deck me too. Just then I remembered the first fight we'd gotten into. I'd talked shit about his game as he talked to some girl, he clocked me in the eye. I busted his lip. We'd both gotten detention and had become friends just like that. We were eight. Even as boys we were both total douches. I smiled at him and he looked away, down at the ground.

We went inside and introductions were made. Rosalie, who, God love her, knew about my first…dalliance with the same sex, could sense my guilt over my actions as a teen and James' blatant hostility. So, needless to say we were both pretty quiet. Dinner was good. Strange, but, hey, I'll try anything once, and for Rosalie? I'd eat the whole damned sheep if she asked me to.

After dessert, feeling like James had something to say, and wanted to say it to me alone, I asked him to head downstairs to play a game of pool. We no more than stepped off the steps and he said, "I see you got you nice little trophy wife. Does she know you like to fuck guys too?"

My hands fisted at my sides but I lifted my head a little higher. He's hurting, Em. Do Rosie proud and be the bigger man. "As a matter of fact, Rosalie knows everything about me, Jamey."

He winced. "Don't call me Jamey, Em. You lost that right the day you kicked me out of your room!"

"I was a kid, James! What the fuck did you expect? Me to admit my fucking undying love to you or some shit? We got plowed and got stupid."

"It wasn't just a fuck for me, Em!" He said, his eyes glazing over with unshed tears.

Shit. How did I not see that? I knew he had a crush maybe, but still. "Jamey…"

"No. NO! You can't go all sweet and sexy and expect me to just fall at your feet, Emmett. It doesn't work that way. You've got your hot cunt to fuck and I'll bet you go to the damned porn store and get sucked off by some teenage boy in the back alleyway!"

That was it. One, I was not a pervert. Only sick fucks messed with teenage boys, and two, he was not calling my Rosalie a cunt to my face and getting away with it. I lunged at him but he sidestepped me. Little motherfucker was fast.

I lunged again and got him on the floor. We were trading body punches and shit, acting like two girls. I got my hands around his neck when his fingers grasped a pool cue, cracking me with it. I fell to the side and he was on me in an instant, the thing pressed into my windpipe. "You fucked up my life, Emmett. And now I'm going to fuck up yours if it's the last thing I do I swear to GOD."

Just then, I felt him being lifted off of me as Jasper and Edward grabbed him. "James! Go stand by the door. NOW." Jasper shouted. It was the first time I'd ever seen anything but calm coming from him. But right now, he looked just as pissed as I was.

I heard Edward muttering to Jasper, rubbing his back, I guess to calm him down when James shoved Edward. Even though he attempted to whisper it, I could hear James plain as day say to Edward, "Stay away from my master, or you're next." My mouth fell open and Jasper looked…anxious.

Jasper sent James upstairs and then he and Edward looked me over. I had a scratch on my shoulder, but nothing that would kill me. My tetanus shot was up to date, so it was all good, but I was still fuming. What the hell did he mean by that? I fucked up his life so now he's gonna fuck up mine? What the…?

"Emmett, I'm so sorry, James isn't the most stable of people. I promise I'll get to the bottom of this. I knew I shouldn't have brought him here tonight…"

I held up a hand. "James is mad at me for something that happened when we were younger, Jasper. It's a personal thing. If he's got a problem with me, he needs to deal with me, not get our friends involved." I grinned. "Besides, you know me…I'm a Cullen. We piss off most people."

Edward let out a laugh, but he strangled it shut when Jasper looked at him. Just then, we heard James screaming.

"You ruined everything! I hope that you don't lose that precious baby you're carrying. Is it even Emmett's? I doubt it, you skanky, plastic tits, Barbie wannabe, whore."

We didn't walk, we ran back into the room just as James grabbed his wine glass and threw the remnants at Rose. The red liquid dripped down her face and onto the white shirt she had on.

I let out a roar, but this time my father, along with Edward, held me back. "I never want to see your fucking face again, James French! The next time I see it I swear to God I'll kill you! Stay away from me, stay away from my wife and stay the hell away from my fucking family!"

James looked like he was eager to say something else, but Jasper pushed him out of the room and we heard the front door slam. I shook Edward and Dad loose from me and went to Rose, who was shaking like a leaf. "Baby…?"

"Em…take me home, please? I can't…I need…"

I didn't even let her walk. I just picked her up and carried her out to the car. Luckily Jasper had left, taking that son of a bitch man-whore with him. Good riddance.

Edward POV

We all watched as Emmett carried Rosalie out the door and I turned to look at Bella. She was white as a sheet. "Bella…?" I asked.

"Oh, Edward!" She cried, running toward me. I grasped her tightly as she now sobbed into my shirt.

I looked over her head at Mom and Dad who were both standing there dumbfounded. Dad gave Mom a little poke and cleared his throat. "I think we'll just go put these leftovers away. Esme…?"

She blinked and looked down at the wine that was staining the rug. "I, I'll have to get someone to get this stain out…"

Dad put his arm around her and led her down the hall, saying, "Oh, I'm about tired of that color carpet in there. Why don't we just replace it?"

I had to fight the chuckle. Good old Dad. He could always get my mother to relax…just by mentioning home furnishings. I led Bella to the family room and sat her down on the sofa. "Are you okay?" I asked her softly.

"I don't like him, Edward. He terrifies me. I think…I think that…if Jasper wasn't the one sending me flowers, and Jake wasn't the one sending me flowers…I think…I think James is stalking me."

My eyes widened in alarm. "What do you mean?"

She swallowed hard. "Well, for a while now, I've felt like I was being watched. I always assumed it was some guilt in the back of my mind from doing…what the three of us are doing, but now I'm not so sure." She sniffled. "I'm terrified. I think…Edward! Edward, you need to go over there. Now. If James is dangerous, then I think…I think he could hurt Jasper!"

My mouth fell open. "Bella…"

"Don't, I'll be fine. Leave me here with Carlisle and Esme. But please, protect Jasper, at least be there for him. He's…I don't know, James may be his…" She lowered her voice, "Sub, but he's still a man, and a slightly deranged man, I think. I don't know what Emmett ever did to him, but it didn't warrant threatening Rosalie and the baby. That takes a sick person to do something like that."

I nodded. "Okay. I'll go. Are you sure…?"

She nodded and pulled me to her for a searing kiss. "Be careful."

I kissed her once more and hurried out to the car. I dialed Jasper's cell number, but of course he didn't answer it. I didn't really expect him to. I had to do something to keep my worry from controlling my mind, so I drifted back to two nights ago, when Bella and Jasper came back from their date.

"Grr!" I heard, followed by the slamming door.

My eyebrow rose as I stood from the piano bench. "Bella?"

She came into view then, cheeks stained pink, in anger no doubt, and glared at me. "Jasper is being an asshole!"

I held in the laughter as I looked at her in all of her kittenish anger. It never did well to laugh at her when she was being serious. "What happened?" I could enjoy the fact that Bella had more freedom with Jasper than I did, though, I knew I had much more freedom because of his love for me than most subs he had.

"He…oh!" She let out another little growl and stomped her foot, clearly agitated. "Well, Jake started talking to me right after class finished. He asked if you knew about me and Jasper and Jasper said yes."

I nodded, motioning her to continue. I was fine with whatever people wanted to think. At this point, I really didn't care.

"Well, Jake was all like, 'Treat my girl right' and stuff and then he asked me about the flowers."

I stiffened. So…Jacob had been the one sending the flowers? I felt my teeth clench.

"Then Jasper just starts yelling at him! I mean, I thought Jasper was the one that had been sending the flowers, so, I was a little hurt, but, I always knew Jake had a thing for me…"

The urge to tell her "no shit" was strong, but I held it in.

"So, well, that pissed me off because Jasper was like, 'Do you think I'd do that to Edward'? And I knew, of course, I was once more left out in the fucking cold. Son of a bitch. Why is it I'm always the one left out of the arrangement? I know Jasper doesn't love me, but still…" She shook her head. I started to speak, but she said, "So, I slapped him."

"You slapped Jasper?" I asked, surprised.

She chuckled coldly. "I damn sure did. It turns out, though, that Jacob didn't send the flowers. In fact, he is married to his business partner."

My mind was reeling, but one thing was glaringly evident. "And you're still pissed off at Jasper, I assume?" I asked, seeing that he had obviously not come in for any 'extracurricular' entertainment tonight.

"Not just no, dearest husband of mine, but hell no."

I bit my lip to hold in another chuckle, but it quickly turned into a moan as she launched herself at me and we fell into a tangled heap onto the carpet. Her hands were everywhere and my cock sprung up to attention. Her mouth moved to my neck and Adam's apple and I said, "Bella, love…what…?"

"I'm pissed off and horny as fuck, Edward. I need you. Now."

Well, who could argue with that? I rolled us so she was under me and I started kissing her face all over even as her hands worked her clothes off. She pushed me away to undress and I eagerly stripped out of my own clothes.

I had no more than dropped to my knees again when she pulled me to her once more. I lost my balance again and toppled onto her. "Ungh! Edward! Fuck me!"

That was all it took for me to thrust into her, hard. She growled and her fingernails bit into my flesh. "Fuck!" I moaned. I put my hands flat on the carpet just above her shoulders and began plowing into her.

She screamed and came with surprising speed. I suckled her neck and her hands dove to my hair, pulling it roughly. "Edward…I want you behind me. I want you to fuck my pussy doggie style."

My eyebrow rose. Her new therapist had been teaching her to say what she wanted, and I have to admit, hearing those dirty words coming from my sweet wife's mouth got me all the harder and I had to fight not to bust a nut then and there. I pulled out of her and sat up on my haunches. "Then, my suggestion to you is to get your ass into the air, love."

She whimpered, but easily got onto all fours. "Do you want me to fuck you dirty?" I asked.

"Yes!" She panted.

I pushed her down so her ass was in the air but her face was against the carpet. "You move one inch and I'm going to take this…" I brushed my cock against her folds, "upstairs and finish myself."

She whimpered once more and tried to move backwards onto me. I gripped her hair, tugging gently. "No. You will do as I say, do you hear me?"

I felt a little bit of her juices drip from her. I raised my hand and popped her little rounded ass. She squealed, but didn't shy away. "Dirty little girl. You like it when I spank you, don't you?"

"Yes, Edward!" She screamed.

"Do you want me?" I asked teasingly.

She made a little noise.

"I said, do you want me?"

"Yes!" She cried.

"Do you want me to…fuck you?" I asked, still teasing.

She whimpered again.

I popped her ass again. "Answer!"

"Yes!" She screamed again. "FUCK ME, EDWARD!"

I slammed into her pussy and I could feel her muscles clamping around me already. I leaned over her, my body aligning with hers as both my hands planted themselves on either side of her head once more. I thrust rapidly, knowing it wouldn't take either of us long. She cried out low and long and I felt her fingernails scratching at my cock. She was fingering her clit. The sensations were killing me. I licked the shell of her ear and said, "Come for me, love." And she did, taking me over the edge with her.

We somehow managed to drag our asses up to our bed and flopped down like two dead fishes. The next morning we both woke up with rug burns from hell. Both my knees were torn up and hers were as well. I felt bad…she had a nasty little rub mark on her face that she somehow managed to cover with makeup. I told her I was sorry, she said next time she'd make sure she had one of the satin pillowcases under her head. I fell to worship at her feet, even on my sore and raw knees. I shoved her into the wall and ate her pussy until she came all over my face.

The next day a delivery came for Bella. Some Mint Truffles from "Chocolate Bells" with an apology note from Jasper. Not ten minutes after that, he arrived with dinner for us, including some of my favorite, chocolate cheesecake. Bella had not been pleased, either by the fact he was placating me with chocolate, or that he only gave her a box of truffles, even if they were her favorites. What was funnier was that all the while she was very loving and attentive with me, she gave Jasper the cold shoulder most of the evening, and it had continued into this evening as well.

Now that Jasper and I had worked through our shit, or rather, now that I'd quit making an ass out of myself, we were back to normal. Bella, however…well, I'd begun to wonder if women just weren't equipped to handle more than one man at a time.

So, now, here we were, two nights later. I just couldn't believe my father had opened his big mouth and invited not only Jasper, but James to the damned dinner! I loved Jasper, but having him and Bella arguing, while around my family? Someone was bound to notice something. But, they were both quite civil.

And now Bella wanted me to dash over there like I was some knight in shining armor. I let out a snort. Jasper could probably kill me with one hand. The man was lethal. But because I, a) loved him, and b) was his sub, I wanted to make sure James didn't go crazy on my master. Besides, James was going to get my fist in his gut for doing that to Rosalie. Emmett was a big boy, he could handle it, but Rosalie was a woman that had been through horrors no one should have to face.

I let out a curse as I saw flashing lights in the distance. I had just turned onto Jasper's road and saw a swarm of Police, fire trucks, and ambulances. What the hell happened? I slowed to a stop. It was my duty as a doctor to help. I rolled down my window. "Officer, I'm a doctor. Do you need any assistance?"

He just shook his head. "Nah, got one on the way to the hospital, two DOA's, one with minor injuries. Thanks for the offer, doc, but we're good."

I looked past the lights to the two vehicles; an SUV and a car that looked to be the same make and model as Bella's. It was quite obvious who had been killed as the small car was all but under the mammoth Ford. I shivered as I thought of how easily that could be Bella and I swore that she would have a new vehicle whether she wants one or not.

The officer motioned me through and I hurried down the road toward Jasper's place. I stepped out of the car, barely putting it into park as I turned the ignition off and ran into the house, yelling as I went. "Jasper? Jasper!"

No one was there. I looked out the window and saw two figures on the dock. I dashed back out the door.

I saw everything happen in slow motion. One of them held out his hand. The other grabbed his arm, then, in a move that went too fast and at the same time, all too slow, I saw him flip the other to the ground. I saw the attacker fall to his knees and start ramming the other's head into the wood.

I was running now, my feet pounding on the damp grass. I watched in horror as the attacker rolled the other, now limp body off the dock. He grasped a pole of some kind and started poking at the water.

My mind went into overdrive. Oh, God, please, don't let it be Jasper, don't let it be Jasper, don't let it be Jasper. Over and over the mantra played in my head as I ran full out, faster than I ever did in track in high-school and college.

The person tried to get up and slid back down to the wooden decking. Dark had now surrounded us and I couldn't see for shit as I approached. "Stay where you are." I commanded.

"Edward."

My heart leapt. "God, Jasper!" I said as I fell down next to him. "What the hell happened?"

"James…blood…Maria…"

I felt his forehead. It was beaded with a clammy sweat. He was going into shock. "Jasper? Look at me."

His eyes came up to me and they looked vague. "It's okay, Jasper."

"Stalking…couldn't let him…have to protect what's mine…what I love…"

I pulled him to me. "Shhh, it's okay, Jasper, baby, I'll take care of you." I stood and grabbed him, pulling him to his feet. "Let's get you to the house…"

"The body. He has to be dead. He can't live…not and go back to Aro." He shivered.

Aro? The sick fuck that carved the A into his back? What the hell kind of name is Aro? I shook those thoughts away for another time. "Jasper, it's okay, really. I'll…I'll make sure he's dead, alright? Just stay there."

He nodded blankly. I pulled out the penlight I just happened to have in my pocket and shined it into the water. I flinched. There, floating just under the surface was James. His dead, blank eyes stared back at me. A pool of red surrounded him and I could only assume he bled out. His pupils were blown, that much was evident. I dropped back to my knees again and grabbed his body. I felt Jasper's hand grab my ankle, so I whispered, "I have to make sure he's dead, Jasper."

I touched the body and felt for a pulse. I couldn't feel anything, but still, just to make sure…I grabbed the pole Jasper had flung to the dock and pushed on the body. I held it down, thinking in my head, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I'm an accessory to murder! But Jasper was my…fuck, forget he was my master, my lover, he was my friend, my best friend outside of Emmett and Bella. I would do anything for him, just like he was family. And he was. When my heart accepted him, it accepted everything about him. No questions asked.

I waited for a good five minutes, just to make sure that son of a bitch wasn't breathing before I took the pole, broke it into three pieces, wiped it off with my shirt, and flung the pieces far into the water.

I turned back to Jasper. He was just staring at me. I gave him a tentative smile. "I've watched quite a few cop shows."

He rewarded me with a small smile and I held my hand out for him. "Come on, Jasper. Let's…let's go into the house, okay?"

I put his arm around my shoulders and my arm around his waist. As we walked, I picked my cell phone from my pocket. I dialed Bella's cell number.

"Edward! Oh my God! Is Jasper okay?!"

"Jasper's fine, Bella, love. James…got mad, he…walked out, Jasper said he left. Jasper's kinda…torn up about things. He feels really bad. Do you mind if I stay a while?"

"Oh, of course not. I'll have Carlisle run me home."

"No, I'd rather you not." I said, thinking on my feet. "If James decides to come after you…just stay there, for me, please?"

She blew out a breath. "Do you think we should call the police?"

"No," I said, just managing to hide the hysteria in my voice. "I think this will all just go away. Have you talked to Rose? Em?"

"Em gave her a pill, said it was strong enough to calm her, but mild enough to not hurt the baby. She didn't want to take it, but he said her blood pressure was up and he…I didn't know, he's worried about miscarriage."

I cringed. "Does he want me to go over there?"

"He's a doctor, too," She reminded me.

"Right…you're right. It's just…the whole thing…this is so, I just…"

"Look after our Jasper, Edward. Come and get me in the morning?"

"I will. I'll come get you before work, alright? We'll just run home, change, then we'll be right on schedule."

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too." I told her before snapping my phone shut.

"You're a very good liar, Edward." Jasper said softly beside me as we walked into his house.

I shrugged. "On occasion. I hate blatantly lying to Bella, but I can't tell her this. It has to stay between the two of us. If this is ever found out…"

"We'll leave him tonight. In the morning, I'll call it in, say we found him when we went for our run. He hadn't gone anywhere, just slipped and fell into the water. He'd had a few glasses of wine. The tox screen would show that."

I nodded. Now that he was thinking instead of thinking about what had just happened, he was starting to come around a bit. I looked and saw a suitcase at the door. "Is this James'?"

Jasper shook his head. "No, but it has all his stuff in it."

I nodded and wiped off the handle with my handkerchief. "If we put it down on the dock, we can say that he went out to cool down before he left. You were distraught, you stayed in the rest of the evening after you got home. I came over, found you disturbed over your "lover's quarrel" and yes, that is what we'll say to the police, alright?"

He nodded. "That…that makes sense. It won't be hard to fake the rest. A…uhm, my master will handle anything else as long as he believes it was an accident."

"I didn't see anything." I said quickly. "I only saw you on the dock. So, what we are going to say is that I didn't do anything, didn't see anything but find you in here crying in the living room. Understand?"

He nodded once more. I pushed him down onto the sofa and went into his kitchen. I found a pack of instant cocoa and made him a mug full. I returned a few minutes later and handed it to him. "What? No marshmallows?" He asked teasingly, but his heart wasn't in it.

"What is it with you and refusing to eat healthy?"

"I like to live dangerously." He deadpanned.

I didn't say anything as I watched him drink from the steaming mug. Finally, he sat the cup down on the coffee table. "I think…I think I've had enough excitement for the night."

I nodded. "Let's get you to bed, Jasper." I wasn't sure why, but I just had the feeling he wouldn't want to be called 'master' right now.

He stood on shaky legs and I helped him down the hall. I stripped him out of his slightly bloody clothing and dumped him into bed naked. "Edward…"

"Shhh," I said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I'll be right back. I'm going to take care of some things."

"Be careful." He instructed.

I nodded once and strode back outside. I quickly dropped Jasper's clothing into the charcoal grill he had out on the back deck. I then ran back through the house, grabbing one of Jasper's tea pitchers and the suitcase.

I deposited the luggage onto the end of the pier where it could look like James had sat it. I wiped down the handle once more, just in case, and dug out the penlight again. I shined it into the water and saw a foot peeking out from under the wooden planks. I shivered and felt the bile rising in my throat.

I dunked the pitcher into the water and washed some of the blood from the dock so that only a little bit, consistent with hitting your head on the way into the water would look. I then strode back up to the house.

I walked into James' room to make sure nothing else was out of place. I started riffling through drawers when I happened upon two large manila envelopes. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened them. The bile did come up then and I had to run to the trashcan to vomit up the awful dinner I'd eaten.

There were pictures. Of me, of Jasper, of Bella, some naked, sometimes we were just cuddled, some of them were innocent looking candid shots, but most of them were extremely intimate. "Fucking son of a bitch!" I growled and was very glad Jasper had already killed the motherfucker or I would have done it myself.

I opened the other envelope and found a ton of flower shop receipts. Well, there was Bella's proof. I scooped everything up, and not waiting to see what Jasper wanted me to do with them, took them outside.

I threw the pictures onto the grill, then tore off my own clothes and added them to the pile. I doused them in lighter fluid and flicked a match onto them. The cotton erupted in a ball of fire and was quickly engulfed in flames. I added some charcoal to make it look authentic and shut the lid. The charcoal would burn off in the night and no one would be the wiser.

After that, I walked through the house, locking every door, checking every window. Once that was done, and seeing as I was already naked, I took a nice, hot shower and brushed my teeth with Jasper's toothbrush. I hoped he didn't mind, but the man has fucked me in the ass and I have reciprocated. So, I think we're past any intimacy issues.

I went back into his bedroom and slid under the covers next to Jasper, scooting close to him. He let out a tiny whimper and I tugged his body to mine. I knew he had all but superhero status with his strong will to be a Dom and a sub in this fucked up game he played, but right now he was my friend, and he was hurting over what had to be done.