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Okay, I wrote my hiney off today to get this chapter together and up as soon as I could in order to relieve you from the frustration of the cliffy. Many of you guessed what I was up to right away, I hope you enjoy it. Oh and I'll warn you now Major Lemon Alert at the end of this chapter. Seriously, I think this is probably one of the HOTTTTest I've knocked out yet! Please remember to leave me a review and let me know what you thought!

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Justice Served and Champagne Consumed

EPOV

The night had gone better than I had ever imagined. I never dreamed going in that we would actually have such a serious discussion about our future and that it would have such a great outcome. Three more years, Bella had three years of residency left before she was done. She would be allowed to practice and could go out to expand herself in the medical world. In typical Bella fashion, she amazed me so much more than I ever anticipated.

She had been talking for several months about a private pediatrics practice. I just assumed that she would go straight into that after school, so when she brought up delaying getting involved with a practice in favor of donating her time to a free clinic, hopefully providing time for us to start our family, I felt like my heart would burst in my chest. Not only was it such a noble use of her degree, but I felt honored that she would be willing to take those measures for us, for our family.

The rest of the night was perfect, so perfect that I couldn't wait to get her back to our suite to sip on more champagne and make love to her in the incredibly cliché bed with the mirror mounted overhead. It may have been tacky, but if I was honest, I was really looking forward to both of us enjoying the experience. I helped her with her coat, leading her up the staircase toward the front door. I opened it, holding it open for her to exit, when she stopped mid step. I looked to see a slightly panicked expression on her face. Her gaze was turned behind her, her eyes wide and troubled, as her hand sitting inside of mine began to shake perceptibly.

I turned to look in the direction that her panicked eyes were locked. I felt like the breath was knocked out of my chest when I saw the profile of the one man I was hoping would be in a Federal prison far from us, not sitting in a fancy restaurant in the middle of the town he had once called home. In the city her lived before moving to Chicago and putting all of our lives into chaos sat Dr. Trevor Sellers himself.

I grabbed Bella's hand, yanking her quickly through the door. I pulled her further up the sidewalk to stand against the wall with her in my arms as her breathing grew erratic. Thankfully, he never caught sight of us.

"B…but, how? I mean, the FBI is after him and he's sitting here, in his hometown, having a casual dinner in a nice restaurant, like he doesn't have a care in the world? How is that even possible?"

I sighed, running my hand over her silken hair, kissing the top in an attempt to help her calm down. "I'm guessing that you combine the fact that Illinois has always been one of the most corrupt states in the country, where officials can often be bought off quite easily, with the old concept of hiding in plain sight. He changes his name, comes back home where the Feds would never think to look for him, buys off all the locals, and he's fairly safe."

I felt myself growling under my breath at the fact that a man like that could so easily walk the streets, free and clear. I felt at a loss in the moment, though. If this were Chicago, I would know exactly who to call, but this was Springfield, where I had no connections. Odds were, anyone we contacted would be in Sellers' pocket.

I grabbed my cell out, quickly dialing Emmett who freaked out nearly as much as Bella had. He had a great suggestion, though. Before we hung up, he explained that they were still in Springfield hanging out. He said they would be coming our way soon. I felt better knowing I at least had a few people in our corner. A smart man would have made some calls and walked away, but I couldn't stand the thought of this asshole still out on the streets when we could do just a little leg work and assure that he ended up in the right hands.

As soon as the phone call ended, I noticed Bella was shivering. Finally remembering that she was in nothing but a thin satin dress with a dress coat over it, her legs were still bare to the harsh February cold, I led her to the rental. I helped her climb into the back where she could be warm and concealed by the black tinting, before climbing in with her and holding her close. While I held her by my side, I made a call to Joey Spencer in Chicago, the departments liaison with the FBI on these particular cases.

"Hey Spencer, this is Edward Masen. You're not going to believe who I'm staring at right now," I growled staring at Sellers laughing with a carefree air through the plate glass windows of the restaurant. "Trevor Sellers is, right this very moment, sitting in a restaurant in Springfield, Illinois, Sebastian's Hideout. Any chance you could get a hold of any Feds in the relative vicinity to come and nab his crooked ass?"

"What the hell?" Joe ground out on the other end of the line. "Are you sure, Masen? If you're wrong, this could be a big shit hitting the fan scenario."

"Trust me, man, my fiancée knew him pretty well in Chicago before he took off. She heard him talking and got all freaked when she turned around to see him. This is most definitely Sellers!"

"Okay, okay. I'm going to make some calls and call you back. Keep eyes on him if you can, but don't reveal yourself to him. It could be dangerous if he thinks you are an immediate threat!"

"Okay Joey, Thanks."

We sat in silence as we watched the party at Trevor's table drinking wine and sharing jokes. One of the other guys at the table looked more than a little familiar. I was trying to place him when Bella gasped.

"What baby?"

"Do you know how that guy is sitting there with him next to the pretty blonde?"

I shook my head. "He looks familiar. I've been trying to place him this whole time, but can't make the connection. Who is he?"

She snorted and rubbed her hand over her face. "Illinois State Representative Royce King. Sellers must have some deep freaking connections in this place. No wonder he came back here. He could probably buy his whole life a heck of a lot more easily here than elsewhere. It gets worse. Royce is Rosalie's ex. They went to high school together. He is the asshole jock who cheated on her and gave her a STD that damn near made her sterile. Truth is, the baby is a miracle because the docs told her that she would never be able to have kids after the damage the Chlamydia caused. If she sees him, she's going to totally freak the fuck out!"

In an instant, she had her phone out calling Alice, telling her not to let them come any closer than a few blocks away. She explained the situation in a whisper, hoping Rose wouldn't overhear her somehow. Alice promised to keep Rose away. She said that they were nearby, but she would keep Rose in the car with her if anything happened.

Just as Bella was ending her phone call with Alice, my phone rang again. The caller ID told me it was Spencer.

"Please give me some good news," I blurted out as soon as I connected to the line.

"They're thirty minutes away. Do you think they'll make it in time?"

I ran my hands through my hair and checked the clock. "Fuck, man, I don't know! They've been in there a long time and the place will be closing in an hour. If he starts to leave before they get here, we'll try to stall somehow."

"Masen…don't! You're going to get yourself killed. This guy has some deep connections. I have a feeling he wouldn't think twice to knock you off."

I groaned and tugged at my hair in frustration just as a hand knocked on the window next to me, making me jump. I looked through the black tinting to see Emmett and Jasper squatting by the door, trying not to be seen. I threw open the door, shivering at the blast of icy air as they clamored over me and into the back seat.

"Okay, Spencer, hopefully we won't have to worry about it. Just tell them to fucking hurry."

I hung up the phone without waiting for a response as Emmett leaned forward with his head between us.

"So, why did we have to leave the girls two blocks away in the van?"

I opened my mouth to answer when Bella elbowed me. She gave me a stern look as the realization hit me that it wouldn't be any better for Emmett to know who Sellers was dining with than if Rosalie knew.

"Just trying to stay low key, Feds will be here in thirty. Until then, we just have to keep eyes on him. If he tries to leave, I don't know what we can do. Spencer says he's too dangerous to engage, but we can't just let him walk away."

My statement was met with silence as all four of us glared through the tinted glass at the man sitting in the restaurant so boldly, now sipping from a large martini glass. The sound that broke the silence made my heart grow cold in my chest.

"I'll do it. If he starts to leave, I'll 'bump' into him. Maybe I will be just enough of a distraction to delay him, but not enough to make him go on the offensive. He always underestimated me. He won't think twice about it," Bella whispered into the air.

A half a beat later, Emmett, Jasper, and I were arguing at full volume that it was a really bad idea.

Bella held her hand up to silence us. She looked our way with a determined look on her face. "No, it's not. Yes, I know who he is, but we've talked before about how I grew up in Lincoln and used to come back down to visit a lot. I'll just tell him the truth, that I'm in town because of the anniversary of mom and dad's accident. I parked the car before walking down to Sammy's Sports Bar just up the block there to meet you guys. He wouldn't dare hurt me knowing two SWAT members are expecting me and are so close. He'll talk for a few minutes and then run off to go hide again. I'm almost certain of it. With any luck, I can hold him off just long enough for the Feds to get here. If not, then we follow as best we can and update the Feds."

"No Bells, it's too risky, too many assumptions. I'm not willing to risk you for this. Fucker can go live free for all I care, as long as you're safe," Emmett growled from the back seat as he clasped his hand over her shoulder.

Bella reached up and rubbed the back of his hand softly. "You may be willing to make that sacrifice, but I'm not. He's dangerous, far more dangerous than Robbie Rod was. He needs to be taken down, and sooner rather than later. I'm not willing to sit around, ignore the corruption, and let him just keep floating along. He was the reason for ninety percent of the shit we've been put through this past year. It's thanks to him that Trager ever noticed me at all, that the whole hostage situation ever happened, and that Edward was shot. I'm not settling for anything less than his ass behind bars."

Emmett and Bella were both starting to get overly vocal in their arguments. I decided I needed to placate both of them for the time being. "You two, stop. We might not have to do that at all. Feds should be here in fifteen minutes. With any luck, they'll take him into custody without any interference from us whatsoever."

"Here's hoping," Jasper sighed from the back seat as he rubbed at the back of his neck roughly. His left knee bounced nervously below him.

We sat in silence for the next ten minutes when all our hopes went to fuck. With five minutes to spare, the waitress came over, handing Sellers the check. He immediately paid with cash and began to get up from the table, sliding into his coat and shaking hands with King.

Before any of us registered what was happening, the door opened by Bella and she disappeared onto the sidewalk. I immediately went to jump out and follow her, but froze with my hand on the door handle when the restaurant door opened. Sellers stepped out just as Bella strode toward him with her head down and determination in her gait. My heart stopped and ice filled my veins as I watched my life walk straight into the eye line of a gangster.

BPOV

I can do this. I HAVE to do this. There is definitely no going back now.I chanted to myself as I walked straight toward the tall frame holding open the door to Sebastian's that I could barely make out through my eyelashes with my head lowered. My heart was pounding in my chest, the sound of rushing blood filling my ears with each pump of the excited muscle.

As I approached, I noticed him look toward me just as my arm made contact with his. I jerked my head up, beginning to form my planned apologies, and then feigned surprise to find that it was Trevor I had bumped into.

"Trevor?" I questioned innocently. "I…you…what are you doing here?"

His fellow diners froze at my mention of his first name. They turned to go back into the diner, effectively abandoning Trevor as they pretended not to be associated with him.

"Bella? What are you doing here?" He asked as he let the door close. He slid his hands into his pants, gripping something in his pocket.

I looked down at my feet and tried my best to make my emotions fit the story as I explained that this weekend was our annual trip to visit our parent's grave. I went on to detail how we came down to let off some steam from the emotional weekend. The furrows in his brow flattened as I explained and he put the rationale together, but then reformed when he noticed the 'we' in my statement.

"Where are the rest of your friends?" He asked looking anxiously up and down the street.

"My brother and my fiancé are waiting for me up at Sammy's. I'm the DD for the night and so I parked the car and am walking down to join them. This isn't the first place we've hit tonight."

He raised an eyebrow at me. I worried he wasn't buying it. "Hardly seems fair, you're the one that lost the parent and should be drowning your sorrows, so why is your fiancé the one getting to imbibe?"

I shrugged, "You know, I was never much of a drinker," I whispered alluding to our one date where I drank very little and told him I didn't really enjoy getting drunk often.

He nodded and then glanced toward the bar I said I was heading to with apprehension, "Well, I better get going. I don't want your brother and your future husband to start worrying about you."

I smiled and nodded, feeling panic that I hadn't delayed him enough. I needed to find something to make him stay. He turned and started to walk down the street as I yelled at his back.

"Hey Trevor," he turned back nervously. "I forgive you. I know that the whole mess was all Trager trying to impress you and not you personally. I'm still ticked about using him to try to get my attention, but I know that you didn't order the whole hostage thing at the hospital or anything like that." I was lying through my teeth; I just hoped he couldn't see it.

He froze and blinked at me a few times before swallowing hard, taking a step back toward me.

"I'm really sorry about all of that, Bella. I never, I mean, well you are a good woman. I didn't realize how much until that date we had. I never meant for all of those things to happen. I'm glad you didn't get hurt and I'm sorry that cop got shot. I never meant for anything like that to happen."

I nodded, "That cop is my fiancé now, just for the record," I called back flashing my engagement ring at him with a smile.

"Good for you. You take care of yourself, Dr. Swan."

"You too," I whispered as I turned and started to walk toward Sammy's because that was the safest thing I could think to do to keep up the façade of our conversation. I heard his steps echoing away from me on the concrete just before lights stared to flash and sirens began to call from three cars that pulled up along the street. I turned just in time to see a suited Federal officer approach him, a gun trained on his chest as he backed against the wall of the building with his hands up in the air.

I turned and started walking back to the car just as Edward jumped out. He ran up to me, pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead. Emmett and Jasper were hot on his heels. Trevor looked over at me in surprise. I nodded toward him. He was finally getting what he deserved and I was just one more step toward finally feeling safer in this world. He was just one thug in the whole crooked and messed up system, but I felt better knowing that at least one more was off the streets.

The agents cuffed him and began leading him toward the car when I called to them. I ran up in front of him as they started to put him in the car, reaching my hand back and slapping him on the cheek with a resounding smack.

"Just so you know, I was lying through my teeth. I blame you and the people you work with for everything. If you hadn't been the slime bag you are, then none of this would have happened. Trager would never have known I existed, he never would have tried to kill me to impress you, taken the hostages at the hospital, or nearly cost me the only man I ever loved. All of the shit in my life over the past year…I…blame…you!"

He glared at me before nodding silently. The agent put his hand on his head, guiding him into the back seat of the black sedan. I felt Edward's arms wrap around me, pulling me back against his warm chest as I stood shivering, not from the cold, but from the anger that was still coursing through my veins.

Alice and Rose ran up to us and melted into the arms of Jasper and Emmett, while Edward rocked me back and forth and whispered in my ear.

"You did good, baby. I want to kill you for pulling that stunt, but you did it. The Feds have him and we won't have to worry about him anymore. Come on; let's go enjoy the rest of our night. I have one more surprise for you."

I melted back into his embrace as his lips brushed my ear. His warm velvet voice, oozing with desire and relief, flushed the anger from my body, replacing it with a need to be close to him. All I really wanted to do now was wrap myself in his warm embrace.

We hugged the rest of the group before they went on their way back to Lincoln. We climbed back into the car, both of us still filled with nervous adrenaline, as Edward drove toward the hotel room we would stay in for the night.

Ten minutes later, we pulled in front of a three story hotel. Edward led me through the lobby to a room at the end of the hall on the second floor. He turned to me with a wide smile before sliding the card into the slot and clicking the door open, guiding me in ahead of him.

I looked around, smiling as I saw a trail of rose petals on the floor leading to the massive heart shaped bed at the far side of the room. Next to the door sat the heart shaped Jacuzzi tub with rose petals strewn around the edge and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket on the ledge with two glasses sitting next to it.

As I looked around, Edward stepped in front of me and slowly began to unbutton the gold buttons on my long wool dress coat. Once the buttons were undone, he slid his hands across my shoulders, pushing the fabric down my arms and grabbing it when my hands finally fell free. He carried it across the room to drape across one of the two large black lounge chairs sitting in front of a fireplace, burning with a bright orange flame.

Once he was rid of our coats, he crossed back to my side, picking the bottle out of the bucket and popping the cork loudly with a fountain of spray shooting behind it as he let it flow into one of the flutes. He then proceeded to fill the other, handing me one with a smile.

"Well, the night really didn't go the way I expected, but I'm still glad that we're here, safe, and together. Shall we toast to our future?"

I smiled, lifting my glass to tap lightly against his, before taking a small sip as he lifted his glass to his mouth. I could feel the bubbles tickling my tongue as I let the liquid swirl over it, waiting for Edward's glass to come away from him mouth and his adam's apple to bob as he swallowed. The second I saw the motion, I stepped forward, claiming his mouth with mine. I opened my mouth to him, pushing some of the bubbling liquid into his mouth with my tongue, earning a moan and causing his lips to curve up against my cheeks.

We continued kissing with intensity for a long while before the need for oxygen finally forced us to break apart. We stared into one another's eyes for a long time before I smirked. I grabbed his hand, dragging him over to the oddly shaped bed with a giggle. I pushed his shoulders, indicating for him to sit.

Once I had him where I wanted him, I took his glass and set both of our glasses on the floor by the bed for easy access later. Turning back to him, I began quickly working to unbutton the front of his shirt, leaning forward to push it off of his shoulders. As I leaned forward to push his shirt off of his arms, he attached his lips to my exposed shoulder, sucking gently at the flesh, earning a moan from me as I rolled my head away giving him better access.

His mouth roamed across the bare skin of my neck and shoulders and upper chest while he reached behind me. He slowly pulled down the zipper of my dress, finally removing his lips just long enough to slowly push the sleeves off my arms, letting the dress fall to the floor below me.

Once free of the dress, he sat back and stared appreciatively at the shiny blue underwear set that the girls had insisted on buying me as his hands drifted up and down my sides. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles over my abdomen and ribs as they traveled. Finally, his gaze lifted back up to my face. The love and appreciation behind his eyes was enough to make me weak in the knees.

In an instant, I pushed forward and kissed him with fervor as I pressed on his shoulders, encouraging him to lie down. I began slowly kissing down his torso and sliding off the bed at his feet. Fidgeting with the belt and button on his pants, I kissed around his belly button, sucking gently on the flesh along the waistband of his nicely pressed dress pants. Once I freed the button and lowered the zipper, I pulled the pants down off of his legs, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs.

While I was on the floor tugging his pants off of his feet and disposing them behind me along with his socks, I grabbed one of the flutes of champagne. I slowly maneuvered my way back up his body, kissing as I went until I reached his abs and belly button. I balanced myself above him as I slowly poured a small puddle of the bubbling elixir on the center of his stomach, earning a hiss.

I giggled at him before leaning forward, being careful not to spill the rest of the liquid in the glass on the bed, and caressed his flesh with my tongue, lapping up the shimmering fluid that tickled my tongue and my nose as I worked.

Edward moaned and groaned appreciatively before grabbing the glass out of my hand and grabbing my waist. He flipped me onto the middle of the bed, rolling over to kneel above me with a deadly smile that made my heart flutter.

"That felt so good, I think you need to experience it yourself," he crooned as he smoothed a hand over my stomach and chest before letting his hand dip behind my back. He skillfully unlatched the strapless bra, grabbing the middle and pulling it free from my body, tossing it somewhere into the room behind him.

His hand continued to roam my now exposed chest, pausing occasionally to tweak at my nipples teasingly. He smirked and lifted the glass over my torso, pouring the cold tingling liquid over my stomach and in the dip between my breasts. I hissed at the sensation, trying to hold still as the bubbles tickled my skin. I looked above me, trying to focus, and noticed for the first time that there was a mirror above the bed. I let out something that was a strange combination of a giggle and a moan.

Edward glanced above me with a wry smile. "I was enjoying the view while you were doing this to me too."

He leaned down toward my body at a pace that was torturously slow. Finally, he reached my tingling stomach. Keeping his eyes on me the entire time, he reached out with his long tongue, lapping at the slowly warming fluid on my stomach, before adjusting to suck at my navel where a larger amount had puddled. Running his tongue around and around my navel a few times, he began slowly trailing up the little ribbon of moisture that connected my belly button with the puddle between my breasts. His moans as he moved rumbled against my skin in delicious ways, making the sensations that much better.

Once he reached my chest, he lapped at the puddle excitedly, his eyes rolling in his head as a savored the combinations of flavors. Once the puddle had been suitably removed, he trailed his mouth over to my nipple, letting some of the liquid in his mouth surround my nipple as he ran his tongue in circles around it, causing me to arch and mewl. Edward chuckled as the rest of the liquid pooled between my breasts flowed up my shoulder, disappearing into the mattress by my neck. Edward groaned and chased the trail with his tongue before moving back down to tease the other nipple in the same way.

I watched his head as it drifted above his back. The muscles of his back rippled and contracted under his efforts to hold himself above me. That mirror continued to be my best friend the rest of the night as I watched his head move between my legs. His hands roamed my body while his tongue was buried within me, making me scream with several orgasms before he removed his briefs and moved to hold himself over me as he prepared to enter me.

The feelings and smells were amazing as always, but the added stimulus of watching his perfect ass and back muscles clench and release as he thrust into me was the final straw that sent me over the edge of my climax as my muscles massaged his length.

He kept going, holding out like a trooper as I floated through the waves of my orgasm, after which I insisted we switch positions so he could enjoy the view. I settled myself on top of him, riding him as he moaned. He trailed his hands over my body, teasing the nerves at the top of my lips. When I was close to reaching my release again, I leaned back, bracing my hands on his thighs behind me. I arched my back as we locked eyes in the mirror above us and both fell over the edge together, yelling out more loudly than we ever had before.

Once we relaxed from the over the top climax, I fell limply against his chest. He rolled me to his side, kissing me tenderly as his hands lazily roamed my sides.

"We really need to find a fucking mirror for the ceiling in our bedroom," he crooned into my ear. I giggled and nodded. "Holy fuck, that was hot as hell!"

I couldn't even find my voice to reply; I just nodded mutely and sighed into his mouth as he claimed my lips again, his tongue exploring mine happily.

We didn't get much sleep that night as we enjoyed the amenities of the romantic, if not slightly cheesy, suite. We were exhausted as we joined the rest of the group the next morning before returning home. Edward let Jazz drive the Navigator to the rental place in Bloomington where he had arranged to have it returned on our way back to Chicago while he and I cuddled up together in the back seat of the van and slept soundly.

So...what did you think? We're starting to get closer to the end now and Dr. Scumbag was one of the loose ends that needed to be secured. We still have a bit to go, but we are definitely winding down here. Thanks to my guest beta AgoodWITCH once again for her speedy work. She was highly motivated knowing I left you guys with such a huge cliffy. Hope the lemon made up for the frustration! Please leave me a review and let me know what you guys thought!