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On paper, she and I made no sense. To an onlookers eyes, I was a demon sent strait from hell to destroy her. But she didn't seem to mind my tendency to wreck everything I touched. She knew I would cause her pain. She knew that I would cause death and chaos. She never once complained. I don't know how she saw past it all, but she stayed. To love me when I couldn't love myself.
Chapter 6 (EPOV)
When I reached the hallway outside my fathers' rooms, I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Fuuuucccckkkk" I said under my breathe. I was such an asshole. Scaring a poor girl like that. I don't know what compelled me to share my demons with Isabella. It could have been the way she looked in the bath. She was so angelic and happy looking, despite the way I just defiled her. But the thought that I had caused her tears was just...unbearable. I didn't deserve them. If she knew who I really was, she wouldn't trust me enough to bathe in front of me. That was for damn sure.
As I leaned back against the closed bedroom door my younger brother Jasper came strolling around the corner with his usual swagger, smug grin, and unbearably annoying whistle. As he stood in front of me, I took in my youngest brother's features. He was a bit shorter than me, not by much though. He also had my lanky build. He had sandy blonde hair that was neatly combed back, and bright blue eyes. That's where his good looks stopped. Jasper had suffered the most from our father's mental instability, resulting in huge scars on either side of his face from a switch blade the sick fuck used to "teach him a lesson in loyalty.". But Jasper being Jasper, took it in stride. He stopped seeing Mary Alice Coppola, the daughter of a fellow crime boss on our fathers' orders and channeled his rage into torturing our rivals. Jasper was a twisted fuck since Alice exited his life. But I knew my good heart-ed brother was still in there somewhere, you could see it flicker in his eyes sometimes. He licked his lips and spoke to me then "Pop's new piece in there? Did you get a good look at her?" the excitement in his eyes was hard to ignore. I shuddered a bit. "Yea, listen. I gotta get home to Tanya. Make sure she gets somethin to eat eh?" I raised an eyebrow daring him to argue. Luckily he didn't and said "Sure thing Capo. Everything good Eddie?" he asked. "Yea, just gotta get home, catch you later.". He didn't say anything else as I descended the stairs to exit the house.
My drive back to the Upper Manhattan town home I shared with Tanya was fairly short. But my confused mood soon turned to anger when I realized she hadn't made me my fucking dinner. "T!" I called out into the seemingly empty apartment. "In here Ed." she called from the sitting room. As I entered the room, there was Tanya , in a deep blue silk robe, feet on the couch and a lit cigarette in hand. Looking at her now, I can't see whatever I saw in her all those years ago. There was no trace of the young woman that I was once undoubtedly attracted to. Her face had a weathered look to it, and her blonde hair looked ratty. She was still attractive to some I guess, but not in the obvious way the Isabella was. Tanya hadn't aged gracefully. "What are you doing? Where the fuck is dinner?" I asked her angrily . She didn't even have the sense to look ashamed when she answered "Oh you want dinna?You got two hands! Make it ya self!". I think I must have growled at her, because she was up on her feet now. "Your fuckin useless! You know that? I work my fuckin ass off so you can have all this." I said waving my hands around the luxurious living space we shared. "And you can't even make me something to eat?" I finished. She took another drag of her smoke and turned her back to me as she went to walk away. "Come to me with a ring Eddie." she said "Make me ya wife, and we'll take about who makes dinna?". Not this shit again! I told her before I wasn't looking for a wife, maybe she was just too dumb to get it. As she walked away, my anger and frustration took over and I yanked her back by her hair. "Whatcha gonna do baby? You gonna hit be again?" she asked as I pulled her against me. Now I wasn't proud of hitting Tanya. But if you lived with her, you'd understand. The woman could be dense, and sometimes she needed to be reminded of her place. She ground her behind against me, and I got hard. Not because she was attractive to me anymore, but after leaving Isabella, I was painfully horny. I needed to fuck something, even if it was Tanya. She turned around and looked at me then, grabbing the back of my neck. "You think I wait around fa two years" she said, "Two years, to make ya fuckin dinner?". She didn't have time to answer as I roughly pressed my mouth to hers and tore off her robe. She was naked underneath. I pushed her onto the couch as I unzipped my pants and let my erection spring free. She leaned back and spread her legs, so sliding into her was easy. Just as I set a pounding rhythm, the bitch slapped me straight across the face "I fuckin hate you!" she said. I growled at her again, but she didn't look scared as her body met me thrust for thrust. So I wrapped my hand around her throat. She grasped my wrist and said "You ain't nothin but a two bit hustla! And I fuckin hate you!". I'd had enough of this shit so I pulled my loaded piece out of my back pocket and held it to her temple. She smiled wickedly at me. "You gonna shoot me baby?" she asked. I didn't answer, I just kept up my pounding rhythm into her loose pussy. "I wish you would! Put me out of my misery! Loving you is fuckin torture!" she finished. I could feel my orgasm coming so I pulled out, and shot my load on her stomach. She stayed put on the couch and I zipped up my pants.
I looked at her and felt disgusted. Whether with myself or with her, I wasn't sure. "Clean ya self up, pack a bag, and get out. I'll have the rest of ya things sent to your parents tomorrow morning." I said as I turned to leave the room. She sat up on the couch then and spoke to me. "So that's it then? Afta ten fuckin years? I love you Edward! I know you love me to! Give us a real chance! I can make this work." she said looking teary. "We had some good times T. But I don't feel that way for you. I don't feel that way for anybody. We been ova a long time." I said walking into the kitchen.
About a half hour later I was making a sandwich when she came in dressed and with a suitcase, darkening my doorway. "Who is she?" she asked. "Who is who?" I replied. "The bitch ya leavin me for? Who is she?". I laughed " Look T, I ain't leavin you for nobody. Get out." I said. She sighed and luckily had the good sense not to argue. Before she closed the front door behind her she said "I'll be seenin you again Eddie. You wait and see." and with that, the blonde menace was gone.
I finished my sandwich, and poured myself a whiskey while looking over the newspaper. Apparently the disappearance of Isabella Swanson and the murder of Charles and Renee was front page news. They didn't have a suspect yet, but it was only a matter of time before they narrowed it down to Pop. Gustave Destler was offering a hefty reward for the return of his betrothed unharmed, so it's only a matter of time before the manhunt was on.
I don't know what it was about the Swanson girl. But something in her called to me. I've never wanted to protect an innocent before, but I wanted to keep her safe. Could I do right by her being the monster that I am? Well, I had to try. I couldn't completely trust my father or my brothers. And if that little sweetheart was caught in our house, we'd all get a one way ticket to the can. I made a vow to myself that I wasn't ever going back there, no matter who I had to off to make it happen.
So the question was, how to keep Isabella close, and remove her from the house in the process? I smiled wide as an idea came to me. I'd move her in with me, in my Philly Estate of course. Pop would go for it, to keep the fuzz off our tail. It was a perfect plan.
Damn, I really was a genius sometimes. As I finished my whiskey, I drifted off to sleep in my chair. Dreaming of chocolate eyes and rosy cheeks all night long.