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This chapter is reward for all the angst and heartache you've been through. Hope it makes your panties wet! ;)

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"Nobody knows anybody. Not that well."

Tom Reagan , Miller's Crossing

Edward's POV

Isabella was walking around the living room tossing baby things in a basket and picking up bottles. I was laid out on the couch with my feet on the coffee table watching her instead of the television. She has on a pair of little boy shorts and a tank with her hair piled up in a mess on her head. My dick was so hard it could have penetrated concrete.

The baby had been with us for two weeks. It'd been one week since Emmett's funeral. Four days since Isabella started giving me the silent treatment again. She thought it punished me, and I thought it was cute.

Two weeks since I'd had sex. I'd never gone longer than a couple of days without sex since the day I lost my virginity and until Isabella gave me her virginity. I am a grown ass man. I wasn't going without any longer.

I had a plan. Isabella didn't have to speak to me for me to bury my dick so deep in her she wouldn't walk right for a week. Didn't she know it wasn't nice to tease me with those barely there clothes she wore?

The water was running in the kitchen while she rinsed the bottles out. Her being all domesticated turned me on even more. I got off the couch silently and snuck over to the side of the door, hiding where she couldn't see me. Charly just went down for a nap so I knew I would have my girl all to myself for the next couple of hours.

Her soft footsteps sounding over the wood floors as she walked back towards the living room. As soon as she stepped through the door I wrapped my arm around her waist spinning her to face me. Her eyes widened in surprise, and I reached down grabbing her thighs and pulling her up against me.

"Edward!" She yelped in shock.

"Thought you weren't speaking to me?" I teased.

"I'm not, but-"

I cut her off with a deep kiss, walking until her back hit the wall. I forced my tongue into her mouth, dominating her with my hands as well, while I worked them over her body. Grabbing, squeezing, caressing every inch of her.

Soft noises escaped her lips as I trailed hot, sloppy kisses down her throat and across her chest.

"Thought you weren't talking to me?" I teased again.

"I wasn't..."

"I'll make you a deal." I brushed my fingers over her nipples, now clearly visible through her thin little tank top. "You can continue not talking to me for as long as you want, but you will scream at me. By that, I mean you're going to scream my name for the next hour at least. Capiche?"

She stared at me with hooded eyes for a couple of minutes before nodding her head and murmuring her agreement.

"That's what I thought."

I brought my lips to her once again and enjoyed her soft little body squirming against mine. I held her tightly against me, making sure she could feel how hard my cock was while I assaulted her bare skin with my mouth. Isabella mewled as I rubbed my cloth covered erection against her.

Normally, I would have eaten her pussy like it was the last supper, but she'd been holding out on me for two weeks.

I set her down on her feet before roughly yanking her little boy shorts down. I didn't even fuck with her tank. I stood up quickly and dropped my sweat pants before grabbing her back up in my arms and pushing her against the wall. I thrust into her into her deep in one smooth motion. She could be as pissed off as she wanted, but her pussy was still soaking for me.

Her head thunked against the wall and I drilled into her rapidly, releasing all my tension and pent up anger. Isabella's cries became fast and louder as I pounded into her. I picked up the pace again and she sunk her nails into my shoulders.

"Scream." I said against her neck.

"I am."

I ran my tongue up her neck and bit her earlobe.

"Scream my fucking name." I commanded.

It took nothing else for her to fall apart around me, screaming my name over and over. Her warm tightness brought me to my climax, and I unloaded everything in me deep into her.

Rosalie's POV

Mary Alice burst into my room without knocking and carrying a pitcher of margaritas right after I'd finished drying my hair.

"Helllllo!" She sang as she sat everything down on my nightstand.

"What's this?"

"It's a magical concoction of lime juice and tequila. It'll turn that frown upside down!"

"Hmm-mm." I rolled my eyes and sat on my bed with my legs crossed. I hadn't left my bedroom since I came home from Emmett's funeral. I didn't have any desire to. Everyone seemed to understand except for Mary Alice. I loved her anyways.

"Getting me drunk isn't going to automatically make me feel better."

"No, but it'll make you feel a little better." She sat next to me and held her thumb and index fingers an inch apart.

"Whatever."

"There's that attitude we all know and love."

I didn't say anything, instead opting to sip on the drink she gave me. The truth was, I was coming to terms with Em's death on my own. I didn't need anyone else's help. My dear unrelenting friend didn't get that.

She topped our drinks off and climbed up further on the bed, flipping the television on. She hummed to herself as she went through the channels to find something that would suit her.

"What should we watch..." She paused to take a drink, "The Kardashians? Girl Code? Spongebob? Mal really likes him, Carlisle said he's stupid. I mean, how can you build a fire under water? And why do they need to take showers? They're already wet! Okay, so fuck that. Ooh look, Twilight is on! We haven't watched that in forever."

"I prefer the Vampire Diaries."

"That's your first non-depressed comment in over a week. I'm proud of you. Still, we're watching Twilight. It'll be fun."

"Oh my God." I chugged my margarita and poured another.

Alice and I sat in silence for a few minutes before she started up her nonstop commentary about the movie.

"Don't you think that guy looks like Edward?"

"No."

"Not even a little?" She raised her eyebrows at me.

"Not even a little."

"I'm going to buy Isabella a Twilight poster for her birthday." She smiled.

"Edward will probably burn it."

"Whatever. It'll still be fun. You should have played Rosalie. You're way hotter than Nikki Reed."

"Oh my God, Mary Alice! Shut up about Twilight!" I said throwing my hands in the air.

"Fine what do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know. Nothing?"

"Would you be a vampire if you could be?"

I didn't even respond. Not with words. I quickly took her drink away before whacking her with my pillow numerous times.

"Stop! Rose! What-" BAM! "the fuck-" WHAP! "doing? Crazy-" POW!

She started cursing at me in Italian and hopped off the bed taking a pillow with her.

"It's on bitch." She gave me an evil smirk before doing some crazy little ninja trick and propelling through the air and onto the bed. She starting swinging the pillow at me, and I fought back. At some point the pillow busted and feathers started floating down around us.

I paused and looked around, momentarily mesmerized by it.

Next thing I know Mary Alice slammed her half-filled pillow into me, and I flew off the bed.

"Oh! Oh! Are you okay?" She screamed getting down next to me on the floor.

I looked into her worried black eyes and began laughing and crying all at the same time.

"I'm sorry." She said wrapping her arms around me.

Between the laughter and the tears, I had acquired hiccups.

Mary Alice sat on the floor with me laughing and crying and I felt better.

Then I felt guilty for feeling better.

Anthony's POV

Unlike my naive younger sister. I didn't believe he was just in hiding somewhere and everything was okay. I believed something bad, really bad had happened to him.

I knew he was involved in some crooked shit and miraculously kept it hidden from his police world. I only knew as much as I did about his other life because of the connections I had. I didn't go out asking everyone about him, but I listened when people talked. When I couldn't find him I decided to approach Isabella. Imagine my surprise at her with the Don's son, and the talk about my father with Kate Denali. None of the Denalis had good reputations. Especially the girls. Kate and her sister were wild women, and that's me putting it nicely.

So now I wonder if Charlie wasn't the honorable man every one made him out to be, and instead a low life like that of which he associated. Maybe he did run off to some deserted island with his little candy piece. But I doubted it.

I didn't know where to begin to look. If something bad went down, without thinking I was claim mob related. Now the question was, which family? The Denalis were crazy and with Frank just seeing his end and being with Renee, there could be thirty different guys seeking revenge and looking to make a name. There were other small families, or gangs of the non-Italian variety that had beef with him. Then there were the Cullens. The biggest, organized borgata in a very large area. The boss' son dating the crooked chief's daughter. The now dead rival boss screwing his wife. There were too many questions left unanswered for me to point fingers at this point.

But I was still sniffing around.

I knew the Feds were, too.

I wanted to find the answers before they did so I could handle the problem my way.

For now, I wasn't going to judge anyone, and I wasn't going to put my sister in an awkward position. I knew she loved Edward. I could see it in the sappy way she always looked at him. He loved her, too. I knew what kind of life I'd grown up in. It wasn't a happy life. I didn't want that for her, but it was too late. If anyone was going to keep her safe, it was him. He was fiercely protective of her and that's how he should be.

I paid my respects to the Cullens like everyone else and the image of his arms wrapped around her pulling her out of the church played on loop in my mind, but what stuck out the most was the baby in her arms.

There was word on the street Kate was expecting. I didn't pay it serious attention since I couldn't see Kate wanting to put up with a child or Charlie allowing himself to end up in that position.

Everyone is fucking gone and my sister ends up with a baby out of nowhere? I don't think so.

Looked like our lunch date would be interesting.