First off twilight isn't mine…it should be… but it isn't.

Second we need to say thank you and give huge hugs to my team Lvtwilight (Steph) and Texasbella (Rach) for us having an update this week on time. I changed more than half this chapter at the last minute and they both got back to me within 24 hrs. I have the best team in the world… They put up with my crazy ass and understand me… how cool are they!

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Okay enough with all the mushy stuff… let's get on with the show!

Chapter 19

Edward's POV

Playlist for chapter

Maroone 5- Won't Go Home Without You

Life House- Everything (for Edward)

OneRepublic- Secrets

It took a while for both of us to calm down and talk, but when we did, the flood gates opened. I told my mother how in love I was with Bella, my princessa.

She was over the moon with happiness.

She had her missing daughter back.

I never realized how involved my parents were with Isabella's upbringing until this moment.

I do now.

It makes me wonder why I never questioned their trips to see her or Bella's lack of presence over the years.

But now I did.

Having so many questions clouding my mind was driving me up a wall. A perpetually large and overbearing beast of a wall that constantly blocked me from reaching her.

It was as if I had a giant mole there, and that fucker made sure I was constantly in a state of confusion, worry, hurt and anger.

I was never able to just climb it and get those obstacles out of my way.

I couldn't take this anymore.

Mole or not, I needed to get over this mental block I was having, climb this bitch, and claim my prize.

And so with that thought present in my mind, I set to work.

Our conversation lasted well into the morning hours.

During those hours my mom filled in every detail that was missing in the puzzle that is my princessa.

She laid it all out for me.

I heard all about Isabella's schooling and training, which much to my displeasure, I still wasn't ready to accept even though it was her job and her role in her family.

We spent hours dissecting every instant I had encountered with her. But after a grueling bitching from my mother over how I treated her little one, we had a plan.

A good, solid, this can't fail or else plan.

We discussed how I could get her to talk to me. I needed to find her in a compromising position where she would have no choice. And after much begging on my part, along with laughter from both my mother and Bella's, I had the perfect way of getting her to talk to me.

Now I know you are all wondering how Renee found herself in this conversation. Well let's just say my mother called her on three way, without my consent or knowledge. She heard every thing about my relationship with her daughter and all the ass kicking I had received from said daughter.

She heard me bitch and moan about how hard headed she was. How infuriating she could be, how stubbornly beautiful she was. But most of all, she heard about all the love I had for her.

The moment I said the words "I love her" again to my mother, she made her presence known.

She laid into my ass and called me every name in the book. Threatened me with an ass kicking the likes of which I had never seen if I hurt her daughter. And mind you not from Charlie, oh no, from hers truly.

The women in that family are scary, let me tell you.

Not that I would ever admit that to anyone.

Just saying.

It took countless 'I'm sorry's' and several 'please Renee, I love her more than own my life's for her to calm down and take pity on my ass.

I also had to promise a wedding and grandbabies to her in the near future.

A small price to pay for the info she had.

Didn't miss the grandbabies part, did ya?

Yeah, didn't think so.

She wants a house full of them.

Well her words sounded more like 'A full fledged assassin team.'

She went on to say that "We would make Charlie so happy knowing his legacy would live on." Yep I'm fucked there. Between my parents and hers they will expect enough to take over both businesses.

I feel like I should have her pregnant already, just to keep up with their demands.

My mother, never one to be left out just said "Yeah son, what she said!"

So promise I did.

Bella was so going to kill me, of that I was sure.

But I needed the information and connections Renee had.

I didn't have much of a choice. If she would have asked for my left nut, which I'm very attached to thank you very much, I would have promised it. Never said I had the intention to follow through, but I would have promised her the world and more, just to have my baby back.

So finally after what felt like an eternity of promises, she was satisfied with my plans for her daughter. Charlie, who had been there the whole time, just laughed and told Renee to "Cut the boy some slack."

Did I ever tell you I love that man?

So cut she did as she told me when and where I needed to be in order to get my girl.

Now I just hope my princessa understands and gives me another chance.

Bella's POV

I just left.

I couldn't handle seeing him and knowing that deep down he didn't trust me. I understand the need for privacy better than most, but I never hid it from those that I loved.

I guess that's the difference between us.

If he would have asked me in a calmer manner, I would have told him.

I love that man.

I would have opened myself up to him like a book and let him get up close and personal with every nook and cranny of what makes me, me.

But would he do the same? I didn't think so.

So with a heavy heart…I walked away.

I kept on walking for about five blocks. I waited on bated breath for him to come up behind me and say "I'm sorry baby; I was wrong and let me explain."

I begged for him to just open up and let me in. I wouldn't judge, how could I. I would gladly accept what was behind the mask of Edward Masen.

For fuck's sake, look who my family and friends are! I kept my pace slow, just hoping that he would find me, but he never did.

Deep down I knew he wouldn't.

So before I changed my mind and ran after him, I reached for my phone and called a cab.

It took the Hispanic man about ten minutes to reach my destination.

He looked me over once and smiled at me sheepishly when he received my bitch brow. He asked if I was alright but how do I answer that?

Oh yeah I'm fine! It's just that the love of my life doesn't think I'm enough for him to let his walls down.

Or how about: I let my heart open to love for the second time and both times I lost.

I just smiled and shook my head. I didn't need to say anything. My emotions were plain as day, once you saw my face.

So what more was there to say?

I told him where I was going and watched the sun rise in the early morning sky through the window as we drove.

I made it home in one piece. I was so proud of myself, note the sarcasm.

I never once broke down, even though I wanted to throw myself a major pity party. I held my head high.

I was so confused as to how quickly everything went to shit. I swear we had a real moment back there. He loved me; I saw it in his eyes, just like my feelings were reflecting back to him in mine.

My heart was so torn between wanting to kick his dumb ass for putting me through this and wanting to run back into his arms.

I loved him, I knew this, but at the same time my mind kept revisiting the thought that I was meant to be alone. That I had missed my one true chance at happiness all those years ago.

I couldn't deal with all this, so instead of burying myself in doubt and self loathing for believing we could be more, I got up and took a shower.

I let the boiling hot water cascade down my skin and take away all thoughts of him.

I promised myself that after this shower was over and the last drop ran down the drain, I would no longer think of what could have been with my bad boy.

What I would never find in anyone else...

I had to say goodbye and let go of the memories we had built over our brief encounters.

It hurt my heart to do so, but I had no other choice.

I don't do relationships where things aren't 50/50. He constantly demanded answers from me, yet refused to give me the ones I deserved.

I reluctantly stepped out of the hot water and dried off. I put on a pair of cheeky underwear and just went to bed. I was so ready for the dull ache that was making it slightly hard for me to breathe, to go away.

It had to go away.

But every time I closed my eyes…I remembered.

I remembered the way his muscles felt against my skin.

How wanted I felt.

How safe.

How loved.

So why was I here now, all alone?

We should have been wrapped up in each other's arms at the moment. I should have been fucked within an inch of my life by now, then falling into a deep and relaxing sleep.

I should have bruises on my hips from being manhandled.

Then I should have been worshiped and made love to.

Was that so much to ask?

I could never forget how incredible he felt against my every curve. My breasts had never been so sensitive or my peaks as hard as when he held me close.

Fuck, just seeing his muscles ripple with the minimal effort he put into holding me up had my thighs quivering with need.

My body and mind betray me as I fall into the need and feel of his skin that still lingers in the background. I would just about give anything to feel and see his body go taught as his face contorts in ecstasy.

I would devour every inch of his skin if I had the chance, but sadly all this must come to an end.

So end it I did and went to sleep.

The following days I avoided all the places we had once bumped into each other. I threw myself into work and only focused on my next assignment. He didn't fit into my equation anymore.

The girls all looked at me with sadness, but kept their thoughts to themselves at all times. He became a taboo topic for us, so we went on, as if he never existed.

They kept me in constant 'killer' mode.

My training was gruesome for that first week.

I think I even broke some of Jake's fingers one night because he refused to see my crazy ass for the next three days. Mr. Reyes had to leave the night after 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' broke my heart. There was some sort of family emergency in the Dominican Republic, so he left with the promise from me to wait for his word.

And boy did that 'word' come out loud and clear with an angry message. He was irate after Tanya kidnapped his daughter.

The poor thing was taken and held at gun point in a seedy part of town.

To say this just amped me up more would be a lie. I made it my mission to make her suffer; she would die slowly, feeling the life leave her body, one drop of blood at a time.

My girls worked their asses off and made all the preparations needed for me to get in and out quickly. We mapped out the joint and had all exits covered. A back up plan was set up and tested out in case something went wrong.

Not that it would, but one could never be too careful.

So with things set in stone and Mr. Reyes agreeing with all we presented, we were ready to go.

Ms. Denali, I do believe it's time for you to pay for your sins…

Well there you go we know how crushed she was and what her mother thought… I bet you all thought Renee was going to be talking to Bella. Nope she's team Edward all the way and wants them together just as bad if not worse than Esme.

We are getting closer to Tanya's death… aint that fun… I'm excited and I'm just writing it…I promise to rock your socks off with that little number...

I have so been looking forward to this part all along… I'm horrible but, what can I do it's my first killing scene I'm psyched.

Okay now for my Rec's of the week let's see….

First one this week will go to my girl Xquisite Prodigy.

She has a new drabble that started yesterday and is blowing my mind… This woman's mind is a pot of priceless gold.

Pilfered -One night, one secret, many pawns. Bella Swan finds herself trapped in a family maze of lies and Cullen, seizes her for her own protection. How will she feel when she finds out the only one she trusts has betrayed her the most?.Lang

Second will go to Fliegendamsel

Her story is called He's lost Control

Can we say olderward and young cute sassy Bella...I love the concept she has going on. Edward is fighting her all the way but i have a feeling this boy will blow soon...

"I do have a sister. She's about your age," he went on, studying my face. "If I knew about some older guy, some guy my age, having the kind of thoughts about her, the kind of thoughts I have about you"…his eyes bored into me…"I'd kill him." AH.

Okay that is all folks for this week…give these stories some love and tell them I sent ya…see u next week and don't forget to leave me your thoughts!