Saving You, Saving Me

Chapter One

Who Pissed Off The Bear

Edward

Someone's gonna fucking die.

The banging on the front door is enough to wake the goddamn the dead and if the fuckin' knocker doesn't put a cork in it, they might just find my steel toe shoved up their ass. I push the bar bunny off my chest and watch as her limp body rolls to the other side of the bed. Tanya, the broad I've been bangin' for the last couple weeks is just a warm piece of ass to keep my dick company on cold nights. Besides, the woman knows how to suck one off like a goddamn pro. No sense in getting rid of my steady cock sucker. I sit up and scratch my beard, realizing that I need to seriously brush my teeth. Smells like pussy and liquor.

When I finally get my ass out of bed, I make my way down the hall with only one thing on my mind.

"Hold the fuck on! Unless you want me to punch you in the fucking throat, you'll quit banging that goddamn banging!"

But as soon as I open the front door, I quickly wish I hadn't.

The fuck?

"I took care of those tickets months ago, fellas, so you'd better take that shit up with someone who gives a good fuck."

I size up the two uniformed officers standing in front of me when I feel a breeze zip across my thighs. When I look down I realize that I'm standing naked as the day I was born in front of the boys in blue.

"We're looking for Edward Cullen."

"That'd be me. Now what can I do for you fine, upstanding pillars of the community at two o'clock in the goddamn morning?"

I love law enforcement as much as I hate the dentist. Let's be real. I'm no stranger to the men in blue, but it's been a good minute since I've had a run-in with them. Now don't get me wrong. I'm all for supporting our local boys but every time I'm out on my bike they always find a reason to fuck with me. I think I've had more tickets in my lifetime that I have had blow jobs.

"Sir, if you'd like to get dressed we'll…"

"Yeah, I'm good," I reply, enjoying the fact that I'd just shocked the shit out of these two fucknuts. "It's just my cock. Now, can we get on with it because I need to get back to screwin' that nasty bitch upstairs."

"Sir, um, we're sorry to inform you but there's been an accident," the same officer replies, his expression guarded as his eyes roam the tattoos that cover eighty percent of my upper body while his fingers skim his gun holster. Not to mention, this is the fifth time he's glanced down at my cock. "Sir, did you hear me?"

These two douche wads must be rookies.

"Sir?"

"Yeah? What?"

"Sir, we just told you that there's been an accident."

My brain starts running wild as soon as what the officer says begins to register. I've never been one to panic but I can't help and wonder if this accident involved Emmett or Jasper? I will seriously murder a motherfucker if they messed with either of my boys. Those guys are the only two people in this entire fucking universe I've ever considered family. Emmett and Jasper have stood by me through my worst and I'd no doubt offer to meet the reaper in either of their place.

I give the officers a roll of my hand, urging them to continue. "It's your brother, Anthony Cullen. He was in a car accident near his home. He and his girlfriend, Megan, didn't survive the accident. We're terribly sorry for your loss, Mr. Cullen."

An instant sigh of relief washes over me when I find out that the accident didn't involve my two closest friends. But bells and alarms still ring out, and I'm not even sure if I'd heard them correctly.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?"

The officers look at one another. "Your brother, Anthony Cullen, and his girlfriend were in a car accident a few hours ago, Sir. Neither of them survived. We're terribly sorry."

I let out a breath. "And you're here why?"

Silence surrounds the three of us. This is frustrating bullshit at two in the morning, and all I want to do was go back to bed. I also want to kick Tanya the fuck out of it, too. That bitch knows better than to stay the night. I've never, ever let a woman share my bed, and how the hell I did not realize that she was all bundled up next to me is a fucking mystery. Maybe it has something to do with the amount of Jack I'd consumed earlier in the night. Or maybe it was the fact that she sucked me off so fucking good just a few hours ago that it slipped my mind.

Gotta re-think that shit in the future.

"Sir? Is there someone we can call for you?"

I snap my eyes forward, breaking myself from my inner ramblings about the naked bar bunny sleeping in my bed.

"So baby brother kicked the bucket." I muse, scratching my rough jaw. "Why the fuck are you here telling me? I haven't talked to that motherfucker in years." I spit the last few words as if they'd been dipped in acid.

"Well, you are listed as his only next of kin besides his children, of course," one of the officer's replies. "We are obligated to inform the next of kin, Sir."

Kids? What kids?

Before I can get the obvious question out, I feel a hand slide up my side, making me cringe.

"What's going on?" Tanya asks, letting out a dramatic yawn behind me. I swear to God her breath smells like everything below my waist. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's just peachy fucking keen."

I shrug the bar bunny's hand off of my shoulder and stand just a bit taller. I know there's no way I'm going to get any sleep after this little visit from Fork's finest. Not to mention, there's one burning question that can't be overlooked.

"You said something about kids."