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A Mafia Bond
Chapter Three: Torn by Family
Bella Cullen
How did he of all people know I was still a virgin? Had he heard me talking to Jessica about it? Was he eavesdropping on us? Or worse, had she told him herself? But why would Jessica tell my brother I was still a virgin? Why would she care? I stood there for what felt like forever before I finally managed to drag myself away from the wall and move towards the front door, determined to get as far away from him as I could for the rest of the night. The second I was in the hall, I took off running; if I got all my work done at the auto shop quickly, then I might not even cross paths with him tonight. I'd never been so happy to see Jessica Stanley in my life. She was waiting for me outside with her usual sour look on her face.
"Took you long enough," she said as I approached.
I frowned. "My shift doesn't start for another hour. But I just wanna get there so I can get back."
"Why is there something going on?"
"No."
"Is there something I haven't studied for? Oh my god."
I shook my head and took her by the arm. "Let's just get there."
"But what about—"
"Let's just walk there; it's only a few blocks. He'll be there soon."
Jessica eyed me. "Have you two fallen out?"
"No course not."
"Hard to tell with you guys," Jessica said as we began to walk together. "I'd hate to have siblings."
"Yeah, yeah, it has it's moments."
Despite Jessica's ridiculous heels and complaining, we got to the auto shop quickly. I couldn't act out of the ordinary; if I did, she might tell Edward something was up with me. So when we reached the office instead of immediately going to work, I made us both hot chocolate, switched on the space heater, and turned on the floor lamp in the far corner of the room to give the room a gentle warm glow. Jessica's desk was angled so her back was always to mine, which worked out perfectly for me now, even more so when she slipped on her headphones and began to listen to her music as she worked.
With her distracted, I finally set to work on doing the work of two office assistants in just an hour or less. Jessica was my friend; she was a good person, and deep in my gut I knew she had no idea about her mother's affair. But Jessica hadn't always worked here, and before her, there were no other office assistants besides me. So why was she hired? Did Edward start sleeping with her before she worked here? Or was my father already seeing her mother and doing it for her and not Jessica? There were just so many things to think about and so many things to distract me, but I had to focus. I wasn't going to spend my entire night here; there were occasions where I didn't get out of here until three in the morning, and that couldn't be the case tonight.
The office door opened behind me, and my breath hitched. I glanced over my shoulder, hoping it was one of the crew, but it was him. Edward. He looked at me, his eyes dark, his jaw hard. I turned away quickly, focusing on my work even as I heard him come up behind me.
"Where's the invoice for the Porsche?"
"Top drawer," I said without looking up.
"Well, get it," he snapped.
I swallowed hard and reached into the top drawer to retrieve the invoice before handing it to him. I could feel his eyes on me, burning holes into my skin. He glanced over from the page towards Jessica, as did I.
"She's studying for her French exam; it won't be a habit," I said quickly.
He snorted softly, "Right, sure."
I gritted my teeth, my hand gripping the pencil so tight I feared I'd snap it in half. He stood behind me for a while; I could feel his eyes on me, watching me and staring at me. Or I was simply paranoid? I had no idea, but I could feel his eyes on me—on my hair, on my neck. I felt my face begin to heat up. Why did he do this to me? Why did I feel this way around him? It made me sick to my stomach.
"So if there's nothing else for me to do tonight, I might take off in the next half hour. If that's alright?" I asked, desperately trying to change the subject.
"You want to leave early?" He asked with a smirk.
"It's not like we're busy," I pointed out.
"There's work to be done."
"Yeah, out there on the shop floor, but in here—there's nothing."
His hand reached up and touched the back of my chair. "Oh, you'd be surprised by all the work that can be done in here."
"Yeah, like in the bathroom." I blurted out.
"Excuse me?"
What did I just say?
Edward's hand gripped the back of my chair tighter, stopping me from getting up. "Now why would you say something like that?"
I shrugged. "Just a stupid joke."
Edward gripped the armrest of my chair and turned me very, very slowly towards him, though I couldn't look him in the eye. His fingers grazed my chin, causing me to lift my head, forcing me to look at him.
"Nothing, I just meant—"
Edward glanced over at Jessica and back down to me. "You saw us, didn't you?"
"No!"
His eyes narrowed. "You saw me fuck her?"
"Edward, stop," I pleaded.
"Did you see it?" He snapped, gripping my arm tightly.
"No! No, I didn't!" I hissed.
"I figured you'd leave the room like anyone would but you." Edward shook his head. "Look how innocent you are; you can't even look me in the eye because you saw me with her."
"I didn't!" I argued.
I yanked my arm free of his grip and tried to turn away from him, but he held me firm.
He leaned down closer to me, his face inches from mine. "If you ever do that again, you won't be able to sit down for a week."
I felt tears sting my eyes. "Why are you doing this?"
His lips brushed against my cheek as he whispered, "Because I can."
I hated this; I hated him.
"You won't spank me; I'm eighteen years old."
"Not yet," Edward said through gritted teeth.
"Get a life," I told him and finally turned my chair back around to the screen, grateful he couldn't see my knees trembling below the desk.
I could feel Edward's eyes burning into the back of my skull, but I refused to look up or around at him. He was my brother, yet he intimated me. I closed my eyes when I felt him sink over the back of my chair to bring his lips to my ear.
"Get up."
I clenched my teeth together and shook my head.
"Right now," Edward whispered.
Edward gripped my arms and forced me up so suddenly that my chair nearly fell to the ground in the process. I looked over in Jessica's direction, but she remained completely oblivious to what was going on between Edward and me.
"Come with me," Edward ordered.
He took my arm and led me out of the office into the hall.
"Where are we going?" I asked as he began to lead me towards the stairs that led to our warehouse well in the back of the auto shop.
When we reached the door that led to the warehouse, Edward produced a set of keys and unlocked the door.
"What is going on?" I asked, growing more anxious by the second.
"We're going to finish this," he replied.
"What?" I gasped.
Edward opened the door and brought me inside before locking the door behind us. The warehouse was dark except for the low light of the moon that shined through the windows. Just as quickly as he shut the door behind us, he spun me around, pressing my chest against it, causing a deep gasp to escape my throat. I could feel his body tight against mine as he reached up and ran his hand down my back. I bit my bottom lip, trying to stop the moan that threatened to spill from my lips. I wanted to move, but I didn't. I was too afraid that if I did, he would do something else I wasn't prepared for.
Edward took me by the wrists, sliding them higher up the steel door agonizingly slowly as his hot breath caressed my neck. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt my heart pounding and my pulse racing.
"Edward, please." I breathed as he pinned my arms above my head.
He didn't speak, but I could feel his lips against my shoulder, the side of my neck, and his teeth grazing my skin.
"I warned you," he whispered.
"No, no, you can't do this," I begged.
Edward's hands slid across my waist and into the small space between me and the door where he unbuttoned my jeans, causing my waist to buck. I was mortified; I couldn't imagine how it was possible to be this mortified and this terrified at the same time, but it was happening. Edward's confident hands slid over the front of my jeans around my lower belly, but nothing more. His teeth grazed the side of my neck as he slid down the zipper on my jeans. I felt my thighs tremble. I didn't want him to see this. To feel this. But I was frozen.
"Wait," I whimpered as Edward's warm hands slid around my waistline. "I'm going to spank you," he said, his voice low.
I closed my eyes tightly, feeling tears sting my eyes. He had to be bluffing. There was no way he'd actually do that? Right? My mind raced with the idea that he'd actually spank me like I was a child.
"No," I whimpered. "Don't do this."
"Why?" Edward asked.
"Because I'm your sister, not some." I couldn't even say the word pathetic.
Edward slid my jeans down off my ass until they rested against the middle of my thighs. This was actually happening. Edward brought his hand up to my hands that were still pinned high above my head as his other hand traced my right hip.
"Don't do this," I repeated.
"Why?" Edward asked me again, his fingers grazing my hip.
I swallowed hard. I had no idea what to say to him; I was speechless. Edward's hand slid over my ass, and I let out a whimper.
"You're right to be afraid," he whispered before whap!
The smack against my bare ass was sudden and so loud it caused me to shriek.
"That's just one," Edward said, his lips close to my ears.
Another smack landed on my bare ass, harder than the first, causing me to cry out and throw my head back against his chest. The feeling of pain and pleasure was shocking. His hand landed on my ass again, causing a sob to escape my throat. It hurt, it stung, but it felt good too. It was sick and twisted, but it felt good. Edward swept my hair off from around my neck and over my shoulder, exposing the soft, sensitive skin to him. His hand struck my ass again and again, each time harder than the last. Tears slipped from my eyes as I cried out, my voice echoing in the empty warehouse. My skin burned, stinging like crazy, yet my sex throbbed with arousal.
"Stay still," Edward whispered, his hand over my wrists clenching tighter.
Another slap landed on my bare ass, causing my hips to buck against the door. I couldn't help it; it felt good. The pain felt good, and I wanted more. I felt tears streaming down my face, my lips trembling as I tried to fight back the urge to beg him for more. Edward's hand slid over my ass, down over the curve of my cheek, and he finally did it; he took a handful of my bare ass and squeezed it. My jaw dropped, and my knees threatened to buckle as he gripped my flesh in his palm.
"I want you to feel me every time you sit down," he told me in a low whisper.
I felt my chest heave as my breaths grew more erratic. His hand released my ass and slid over the curve of my hip before he took another handful of the other cheek. I moaned loudly, unable to hold back any longer. Edward's hand slid up my back beneath my tank top, his fingers spreading out on my lower back. He took a fistful of the material of my blouse and tugged it down roughly until the top of my bra was exposed just over the edge. When his hand reached my shoulder, I felt him pressing down, forcing my body to bend at the waist.
"Wait," I whispered.
Edward ignored my pleas and pressed his hand harder into my shoulder, causing me to bend at the waist. When my upper body was bent low enough, my hands slipped away from his, and I grabbed hold of the doorframe to stop myself from falling over. Edward slid his hands down my rib cage and to my hips, where he pushed my jeans down over my knees to my ankles. I closed my eyes, feeling my heart racing. He used both hands to grab my ass before caressing them ever so slightly until another spank quickly followed.
"Fuck." I hissed.
Edward's hand slid over my bare ass once again, only this time it continued to slide down over the curve of my ass where his nails grazed my skin before he spanked me once again before all his actions stopped.
"Stand up." He ordered me.
"W-what?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"Stand up."
I used the door handle for support as I stood back up.
"Cover yourself."
My face flushed as I tried to pull my jeans up but struggled due to my trembling fingers, but I got there.
"Turn around and look at me," Edward said.
I could feel my body shaking as I turned to face him. He looked down at me; his expression was unreadable.
"If you ever invade my privacy like that again," he paused. "I'll do a lot more damage to that tight little ass of yours. Do you understand me?"
I nodded, too afraid to speak.
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes," I whispered.
He unlocked the door and pushed it open, allowing me to slip out of the room quickly and walk as quickly as I could down the dark hall, considering the pain. Jessica wasn't in the office when I returned, and I was glad, as it allowed me to go straight into the bathroom, where I shut and locked the door behind me. I didn't pause; I immediately headed over to the sink counter, where I began to unbutton my jeans to see the damage he had inflicted. I pushed down my jeans to my thighs and turned to glance over my shoulder at my reflection and down to my cheeks. I didn't know what to expect, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
Both cheeks were bright red, my skin bruised and sore. I could see his large handprint on my left cheek, where he had spanked me the worst. Tears slipped from my eyes and down my cheeks as I covered my mouth, trying to stifle a sob. How could he do this?
Why? This was going way beyond brother/sister boundaries now. This was torture, pure torture. So why did it feel so good? I couldn't help but run my hand over my bare ass; my skin was tender and was glowing red. I ran my hand over it gently before I stopped to rest my hand over my right ass cheek. I thought of his hand touching my bare ass, squeezing it, the way his lips brushed my ear. It made my knees tremble, my sex throb; it hurt, but it felt good. I turned back to look at my reflection, my hand trembling as I slid it beneath the waistline of my underwear, and between my legs, my stomach turned as my fingers touched my wetness. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. I could still hear his voice in my head telling me how I was right to be afraid. I was soaking wet, and Edward was the cause of it.
I hated myself.
I slid my jeans back on and fixed my hair, washed my hands, and adjusted my top before making my way out of the bathroom. Opening the door to find Edward whispering something into Jessica's ear as she worked on the computer.
I walked over to my desk and took a seat, my ass aching. A hiss almost escaped my lips as I adjusted my position, but I held it back. I tried my hardest not to look at Edward but I couldn't help it. When I glanced up in his direction, I found his attention was fixed elsewhere, on the papers on his desk. I couldn't believe how calm he was being after what he did to me. He couldn't have been bothered less by it. It infuriated me. I hated him. I wanted to hurt him.
I turned back to my work and tried not to think of what had happened.
But it was hard when my ass was still hurting and Edward was sitting across from me. Jessica began to laugh at something Edward had said, and I clenched my fists. I knew they were together, that they'd had sex, and he enjoyed it. I imagined he'd spank her too. I looked over to them again, and my attention was immediately drawn to Edward's hand as he took something from his pocket and showed it to her. I tilted my head and raised up from my seat to see what it was. Jessica turned to look back at Edward, and she began to nod before biting her lower lip. That's when I caught a glimpse of his hand; it was a condom.
He wanted her right now? Right after he did that to me? I watched as he leaned back in his seat and whispered something into her ear, making her giggle. I couldn't watch any more of this.
Edward took her hand as he helped her out of her seat, and I focused my attention on my screen and began to type random things to look busy.
"Um, Bella I'll be back in about an hour." Jessica said, but I never looked up; instead, my phone began to ring beside me.
"Cullen and Sons." I answered, trying to sound professional, but I heard the quiver in my voice.
While I was told about something to do with break lights, I looked over my shoulder and saw them leaving together. I listened to the caller tell me that they needed new brakes while my eyes stayed on Edward and Jessica until they were out of sight. He had his hand on her lower lip; his fingers were tracing her thong waistline as they left. I wanted to scream; I wanted to smash everything in this place. I hated him. I hated what he did to me. What was he doing to me? Whatever he was doing to me wasn't half as bad as what I was doing to myself.
Was I attracted to him? Was I actually attracted to my own brother? No, that wasn't even possible. Whatever was happening to my body wasn't my fault; it was friction and my hormones. I was a virgin, so clearly I was a little bit more sensitive. That was it. I refused to believe anything else. I hung up the phone and turned back to my work and tried to concentrate, but I couldn't. I was distracted by my throbbing sex and my bruised ass. I went over to the fridge we had in the office; there was a small freezer compartment within it where I grabbed some ice from. I collected a dish towel and wrapped the ice within it before placing it over my ass and taking a seat. I let out a sigh and rested my elbows on the table as I tried to concentrate on the work ahead of me. I wanted to get through as much as possible before I had to face him again.
Two hours later and still no sign of them, leading me to not only take care of my work load but also Jessica's. When I saw headlights shine through the blinds on the window, I knew it was them. No other cars were due in for at least another two hours, so I knew it had to be them. I heard the door unlock, and I didn't even look up.
"I'm so sorry." Jessica apologized.
I could smell her perfume as she passed me by and sat down at her desk.
"It's fine." I told her as I began to type up another invoice.
Edward walked in a few seconds later, right past my desk and over to Jessica, where I had to watch him discreetly pass her her black lace thong, which she quickly took from him and stuffed into her open handbag before pulling it closed. How did that even happen? That you can walk into your work without being aware that you're not wearing any underwear? It wasn't that hard to notice, if you ask me. I went back to my work and continued to type, trying to keep myself busy and mind my own business for once.
As he walked by my desk, Edward tapped the surface with two of his fingers. "Follow me." He ordered.
I glanced up at him as he walked away towards his office. I turned back to Jessica, who was smiling as she looked through her handbag. I rolled my eyes and tried to stand up without making a fuss, but I was in pain.
"Are you okay?" Jessica asked me.
"Fine." I muttered.
I followed Edward onto the shop floor armed with my clipboard, as I often was when I was out here. He didn't check to see if I was behind him or that I was able to match his pace; he just started talking.
"I want you to order new break pads for this one—I'll start working on it first thing tomorrow morning," he told me as he stopped in front of a Ford Mustang.
I scribbled it down on the board as we walked, "Sure."
"Keep up, Isabella." He said as he kept walking.
I tried to keep up, but his legs were longer, and I had to walk faster than usual to match his pace.
"This one too, but I don't want to touch it until Thursday, so put it at the bottom." Edward paused again, and I almost ran into the back of him.
"But this is the Jeep for Jessica's dad; you said it would be done by tomorrow. You promised."
"And I'll do it when I'm done with all these." Edward told me, "Just put it at the bottom."
I frowned as I scribbled it down; I felt like kicking him, right in the back of his leg, and causing him to fall over. How childish did that sound?
"And I'll need other supplies delivered this week; get me some motor oil, transmission fluid, new OBD-II scanners, impact wrenches, and I'll need five sets of Hex keys."
"Uh huh," I murmured.
He turned to look at me. "Are you listening?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "New stuff for your shop."
Edward shook his head and started walking again. I sighed and tried to keep up.
"Get quotes from security firms in the city for new CCTV. I want someone out here ready to speak with me no later than Friday." Edward told me.
"What happened to the old ones?" I asked him.
"I'm replacing them."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"Why?" I asked again.
Edward turned to me suddenly, causing me to bump into him. "Ask me why one more time, and I swear I'll smack that ass right here and now."
I felt my face flush red, and I quickly turned away.
"Now get back into the office."
I nodded and started to walk away, not once looking back at him. As I walked back into the office, I could feel Edward's eyes on me. I knew he was watching me, and it made me nervous. But it didn't stop me from turning back to look at him as my hand rested on the door handle. He was still standing in front of the car, his eyes on me, but the expression on his face was unreadable. I held his gaze; I couldn't turn away.
Whatever game he was playing of cat and mouse, it was over.
Tomorrow was a brand new day.
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