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A Mafia Bond

Chapter Four: Reluctant Actions

Bella Cullen

I'd left the auto shop at two while Edward and his crew continued to work on. I went home and went straight to bed, knowing I had to be up for five and not a minute later as my mom was spending the night at her sister's house. My alarm sprung to life at five am, and I was out of bed immediately, only to fall back immediately from the aching strain in my legs and my ass. I managed to push myself up from the comforting warmth of the mattress and turn off my alarm before grabbing my clothes and heading for the shower. I didn't mind the few hours of sleep I'd gotten; I had woken up with a fresh outlook, and nothing was going to darken my day. After I showered, I brushed my teeth and organized my laundry before heading straight to the sitting room.

My father had his hands dirty from his daily dealings and underground life, but he expected his home to be spotless—not a speck of dirt anywhere. I began with opening up the windows to get some fresh air circulating before I began to de-clutter the rooms, picking up the mugs, beer bottles, old newspapers, and plates of half-eaten food. Once everything was cleared away, I collected a duster and a bottle of polish. The house didn't just have to look clean; it had to smell clean too. I dusted down every surface before polishing the wood. It took me at least thirty minutes to do both floors, but it was worth it.

Edward's door was always locked, so his laundry was never a concern of mine.

I opened Emmett's bedroom door, finding him asleep on top of his bed, still in his clothes from last night. His room that he had shared previously with Jasper was a dump. His dirty clothes were thrown around the room, he had empty beer bottles lying about on the floor along with wrappers, and his curtains were just clinging to life on a broken rod. I decided since I didn't have any morning classes I would spend my time where it was needed, here cleaning up their mess. I wasn't going to even attempt to clean Emmett's room right now; I didn't want to risk waking him; he looked exhausted. I collected all his laundry from the room and closed the door over so he could rest comfortably.

My parents room was spotless; their hamper was stocked and ready to go right beside their bedroom door. Unlike Emmett, our father had managed to change and get under the blankets before he fell asleep. The two of them were snoring so loudly you'd think it was a contest. I knew Edward was home; his jacket was hanging from a hook by the front door beside mine. He always took care of his own laundry; he never had a cross-word with either of our parents; he just continued being the golden son day in and day out.

After I separated the laundry, I put the machine to work with the first load. While it worked away, I took the bathroom cleaning supplies down the hall, knowing there was a lot to be done in there. The boys were constantly leaving the toothpaste lid off, and they'd leave the toilet seat up. I started with the shower, discarding empty bottles, rusted razors, and small remnants of soap into the waste bin. I restocked everything with the items from under the sink counter, making a mental note for me to pick up tampons on my way home from school. Next was the shower itself. I wrapped the shower head in a plastic bag filled with bicarbonate soda, white vinegar, and lemon juice, leaving it there to soak and remove the grime from it.

I wiped down the tiles before washing the bathroom window on both sides, despite the chilling morning air. At the sink counter, I replaced the soap and scrubbed the handles of every toothbrush I could find, removing the gunk that had accumulated. I cleaned the water glass and wiped down the mirror and vanity light. After letting the shower run and removing the cleaning solution I had used, I went to work on the toilet, scrubbing it until my arms ached and my hands began to crack. Once I was satisfied with it, I poured down more than the necessary amount of bleach into it, letting it sit and work its magic. I restocked the toilet paper before finally brushing the floor. The bathroom hadn't looked this good in weeks, not since my mom had her last fight with my father and gutted the entire apartment.

I couldn't bring myself to stop; when I returned to the sitting room, I wasn't content with the mere dusting I had given it. Instead, I dipped over the sofa and brushed out every piece of fuzz and hair that was collecting. I moved the coffee table out of the way and brushed beneath it before moving on to the television stand and other furniture in the room. The carpet was in good condition, but wanting to ensure I did everything to perfection, I tossed some carpet deodorizer across the sitting room, dining area, and hallway before heading to the kitchen.

I made a shopping list of everything we would need after I swapped out the load of laundry for the next one. I started off by wiping down the walls and then moving on to the counters; they were cluttered with takeout menus and expired coupons along with empty beer cans. Once it was all cleared up, I went over the counter tops and cupboards with a clean cloth before moving onto the refrigerator, freezer, microwave, and stove. The floor was already clean, but I made sure to go over it again just to ensure it was as clean as it could possibly be.

I looked through the cupboards and began to organize them. I collected all the pasta boxes and placed them in one cupboard, all the condiments in another, and all the baking items in another. It was amazing how much more space there was when everything was organized. I was a sweaty mess and wished I hadn't showered already; I would have to have another one before leaving for school. My hair was all swept up in a messy bun, and I smelt like lemon and bleach. I felt like I was living in a hospital.

When I heard voices, I paused; it was Edward. He was talking to someone? Who could he possibly be talking to at six in the morning? I didn't even bother looking up as I continued to sort the cupboards. Until I heard Jessica's voice and immediately froze. I didn't hear what they were saying, but they were coming from the sitting room. I peeked my head around the corner, and there they were. She was wearing the same clothes from last night, and he was dripping wet in nothing but a black towel that was wrapped around his waist.

I watched as Jessica's hand slipped underneath the towel and grabbed hold of him.

"I wish I could stay," Jessica said before kissing him. "But I have to get home before my dad wakes up."

"Keep doing that, and you're going to wake up something else," Edward replied before leaning in to kiss her, his tongue immediately entering her mouth.

"Am I seeing you later?" Jessica asked him.

"Maybe."

She nodded before kissing him again; the two of them now had their arms wrapped around each other, and I couldn't watch. It was like I was stuck in a habit I couldn't escape. He brought his hands down to her ass and sucked it, causing her to moan. Jessica tilted her head back, and he began kissing her neck and chest as she whimpered.

"Not so rough; I can't take it that." Jessica whispered, bringing her hands around to his chest, "I can't be marked."

"I'll try to control myself," Edward smirked before biting her neck.

I could feel my chest tightening and tears filling my eyes. I watched as Jessica's hands traveled down the front of his body and underneath his towel. Jessica locked eyes with him before looking back down the hall they just came from.

"Do you think we have time?" Jessica asked him as I saw her hand pumping underneath the towel.

Edward licked his lips and nodded. "Be quick."

I didn't know whether or not to move, but I knew that if I didn't, then I'd be caught eavesdropping. I stepped back into the kitchen and tried to concentrate on what I was doing, but how could I? I couldn't even bring myself to make any noise so he wouldn't be aware of my presence. But when I heard him begin to moan, I edged back to the doorway and peered around it. His eyes were closed, and his face was twisted in pleasure. Jessica was down on her knees, sucking his cock.

"Fuck." Edward breathed out.

His hand came down onto the top of her head; she moaned as she moved her head back and forth, her hands rubbing up and down his shaft.

"Not on my face," Jessica said before gobbling his cock again.

Edward groaned; he was starting to pant. I could hear her gagging and crying; the sounds she was making were disgusting and painful, but she was loving it. I watched Jessica pull down the front of her top quickly. She brought both her hands beneath her bust before sliding her mouth over his. Edward grasped his cock in his hand, pumping it vigorously until he came over her exposed breasts.

"Thanks, baby," Edward said as he collected his towel.

Jessica smiled "You know you owe me one." She said before fixing her clothes.

Edward shrugged "Sure."

"I'm serious," Jessica said as he helped her up to her feet. She locked eyes with him. "Do you have any idea how wet sucking you off gets me?"

Edward smirked and led her to the door.

"Why don't you find out?" Jessica suggested.

"Later," Edward replied, "I promise."

I stepped away from the door, and as softly as possible, I crossed to the other side of the kitchen, putting my back to the door completely, and began wiping down the counter in front of me as if nothing had happened.

"What are you doing?"

I looked up from the counter to find Edward standing at the door of the kitchen, staring at me.

"You scared me." I lied, "What are you doing here?"

Edward shrugged, "I live here."

I rolled my eyes. "I meant right now."

"Why aren't you at school?" Edward asked me as he walked over to the fridge.

"I don't have class until ten today." I told him.

He nodded and pulled a carton of orange juice from the fridge. I turned back to the counter and continued to wipe it down.

"You didn't answer my question," Edward said. "What are you doing here?"

"What does it look like? I'm cleaning up the mess Emmett left here last night." I answered him.

He didn't say anything as he drank straight from the carton, and when I turned to look at him, I felt myself blushing. He was still standing there in his towel.

"You should put some clothes on," I suggested.

Edward's eyebrow arched up. "Says the girl wearing the see-through blouse."

I looked down to find it was soaking wet, and the outline of my bra was visible.

"It's wet!" I quickly said.

"And if it's wet, then why not take it off?" Edward asked, causing me to lock eyes with him.

"Shut up." I quickly said.

He took another swig from the carton. "Seriously, you should take it off," he said before shutting the fridge door.

"No, I'm fine." I said, crossing my arms over my chest, "Why aren't you at the shop?"

Edward didn't answer; his eyes were too busy staring at my blouse.

"What are you staring at?"

Edward smiled. "You really want to know?"

"What is wrong with you? You need to get dressed now!" I exclaimed.

Edward shook his head "Why?" he asked me.

"Because..."

"Because you can't stop looking at me?" Edward asked me, "Or because you don't want to be reminded about what we did?"

"There was no 'we;' what you did was all you."

"Someone had to put you in your place; that was years overdue."

I felt my blood boil. "What is your problem with me?" I asked him.

"Problem?" Edward repeated smugly.

"If you think I'm going to continue to play this game of yours, then you're wrong."

"This is no game," Edward said, walking over to me.

I held my ground; I wasn't going to let him intimidate me. But as he came closer, I couldn't help but feel nervous and scared.

"I know you're trying to provoke me," I said. "Get inside my head."

Edward stopped in front of me, and I couldn't remember what I was saying. I could smell the body wash on him; he was so close to me that his wet hair was dripping onto my arms. I had to tilt my head back to look up at him. He was so tall, so muscular, so...

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

Edward began to shake his head. "It's not going to happen, little virgin," he paused to hum beneath his breath. "Whatever it's going on in that head of yours," he paused again, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm not going to be the one to break that," his eyes travelled down my body. "Jewel."

My face flushed red. "You're sick."

"And yet," Edward raised his hand up to tuck a strain of hair behind my ear. "A few spanks last night, and you were moaning like a bitch."

"Screw you." I breathed.

"You know Isabella," Edward said as he took another step towards me. My ass was pressed into the counter as he came closer. "Even someone like me draws the line at incest."

"Are you out of your mind?"

His hand came up and clasped around my throat. "Would you like to find out?" he asked before he began to apply pressure.

I quickly wrapped my hands around his wrist beneath my chin, trying to pry them off of me.

"It's all about pressure points," Edward whispered. "And you have so many of them."

I dug my nails into his wrist, tears forming in my eyes. He smirked at me and leaned down to my face. I tried to push him off, but I was struggling to breathe. I tried to knee him in the stomach, but he caught me by the knee, holding it in place as he brought his body against mine, keeping my knee by his hip as his eyes burned into mine.

"Virgins, so easy to read," Edward said as he applied more pressure to my neck, causing me to gasp and scratch his wrist. "So easy to distract, when you know." Edward brought his free hand behind my back and brought it beneath my top, his finger tips caressing my skin. "Where to go?"

I whimpered as his fingers traveled up my back; his touch was so gentle yet so dangerous, so easy to become addicted to. I felt his finger tips begin to run along the lining of my bra. I tried to move away from him, but it was impossible. I could feel my heartbeat pulsing throughout my entire body as he continued to stare at me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"And that's what every virgin truly desires; it's experience." Edward said as his hand caressed the skin of my back. "Skilled hands and fingers," he paused again to lock eyes with me once again. "A strong tongue."

My eyes widened at the mention.

"But most of all, they want someone who can make them forget." He leaned in closer. "Forget their lives, right from wrong, until finally." Edward closed his eyes as his nose brushed mine. "They're released," he said, dropping his hand from my neck and causing me to collapse against him.

Edward held me to him, his hand still beneath my top, his other holding me by the knee as I gasped for air, trembling against him and because of him and his ruthless and dangerous actions. I brought my hands up to his shoulders, grasping them as I regained control of my breathing, my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. When I looked up, I found him staring down at me with the same intensity he had before.

"And yet, that's never going to happen for you," Edward whispered. "With your luck, you'll give it up to someone who won't know what to do with it."

I couldn't hold back my tears. I didn't understand why he was being this way with me; why was he provoking me? Why did he make me feel so terrible?

"And in the wrong hands, the first time, it's horrific." He smirked down at me, his hand finding its way beneath my chin. "You won't have that delicate, white satin sheet experience. You, my innocent sister. You'll be lucky if your dream guy doesn't knock you up in two quick thrusts."

"It's all a game to you," I said. "I get it now; you love playing games, don't you?"

"Depends on the prize," Edward said. "If it's worth winning, then I'll play until the end." He paused, and I felt his hand beneath my thigh; my knee was still hooked at his hip, and I hadn't even realized it.

"But there are no winners in this game," Edward said as he began to lower my leg. "Just losers."

"You think I'm a loser who wants to sleep with her brother?" I asked him, "That's what you think of me?"

"I don't think of you, and that's what hurts you most."

With that said, Edward turned away from me and left the kitchen. I couldn't think; I could barely keep myself upright as he left, and when he was gone, everything he had said hit me like a train. I wasn't a loser, and I would prove it to him.

As I was leaving the house I had just finished cleaning, I ran into Emmett.

"Whoa!" Emmett shouted as I walked right into him, "Where's the fire?"

I stepped back and looked up at him, "Sorry."

"It's cool," Emmett said before sniffing himself. "What is that?" he asked. "Is that you?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I was cleaning; it's lemon-scented."

Emmett hummed "I like it."

I smiled, "Thanks."

"Are you headed out?" Emmett asked me as he opened the front door.

"Yeah, I have class." I said walking past him.

"Oh wait!" Emmett said, "Let me drive you."

I shook my head. "That's okay, I can walk."

All of my brothers had cars; I paid for my own driving lessons; I didn't think either of my parents even knew I could drive. I'd always been jealous of my brothers and their forms of escape. They were free to come and go whenever they wanted, but for me, it was different. I was never allowed to do anything.

"Are you sure?" Emmett asked, "I don't mind."

I smiled up at him. "It's okay, really." I told him.

I made my way to my room and collected a fresh pair of dark blue jeans and a white cotton jumper to pair with it. I showered and dried my hair before changing and getting ready for school. Edward's bedroom door had been closed the entire time, and I had no intention of seeing him for the rest of the day. I already planned to call our father and tell him I wouldn't be able to go to work today either. I needed a big time out from my life, and I needed it now. I wasn't going to school today; I didn't care about the assignments I had yet to turn in. I knew what I needed now more than anything, and I wasn't going to let anything get in my way today.

Especially Edward.

When I reached the door of the apartment, I slid on my jacket and scarf, ready to leave, when I looked at the key hook containing Edward's keys. I snatched them, sliding them into my pocket, and taking off without a second thought. That was until I made it two steps and then the panic set in.

"Oh god, oh god." I whispered down four flights of stairs.

What was I thinking? I'd never done anything like this before. The thought of getting caught—the thought of getting caught by Edward—caused my heartbeat to quicken and my body to grow hotter. He would make me live to regret this decision, and yet it didn't even so much as slow me down. When I stepped out onto the pavement, I made my way towards his car parked just a few car lengths from our building. I'd never even been in his car by myself before, let alone driven it anywhere. Come to think of it, I don't think anyone had ever driven Edward's car before. He'd built it up from scratch himself; he'd worked long days and nights at the shop. It was his baby. And that made me feel sick to the stomach that I could take that from him. But I couldn't stop; I wouldn't. I'd show him he was wrong about me, and I'd do it today.

I started the engine, letting it purr to life instead of roaring like he did. This baby was taking me out of Queens, and I didn't know when it would be bringing me back—certainly not tonight. As I pulled away from the curb and took off down the road, I felt my pulse quicken, and my heart began to race. I'd never been behind the wheel of a car by myself before, and it felt exhilarating. It felt so good to be able to just drive away, and drive away I did. I kept checking my rear view mirror, expecting to see Edward chasing after me in his car, but he never came. I was free to set off.

I had decided to ditch everything today and head across to Manhattan to visit Jasper. I missed him; he was the only brother I had who didn't just expect me to cook his meals or tidy up after him. Jasper was right to leave how he did; although I knew my brothers missed him, this was the right place for him to be. Jasper and my father had always been at odds. Jasper entered into a gang at a young age, and when he was jumped in, he was traumatized by it. Edward did what he could to help; he beat up every single person that was involved. While Emmett, ever the loyal, sat by Jasper's hospital bed every single night until he was ready to come home. Jasper had changed throughout the years following; he could handle himself; he, like Edward, could take a gun apart and put it back together in seconds; he had everything within him to make our father proud, and yet he chose to stay away.

I left Edward's car parked on the sidewalk and made my way up the steps leading to Jasper's door. I'd never been here before; I just kept a note of the address, thinking I would need it sooner rather than later. I rang the bell and waited outside until the door opened to reveal a very tall man wearing a white vest; his arms were covered in tattoos, and his face was rough with facial hair. He looked at me suspiciously, and I didn't blame him; I wasn't exactly dressed as someone who could be a relative of Jasper's.

"Hi."

The man continued to look at me.

"Is Jasper here?" I asked him.

"And who are you?" he asked me.

"His sister."

The man chuckled, "Right, and I'm the Queen of England."

"Yeah, I don't know if you've skipped your morning coffee or your attitude is permeably on ass, but could you tell him his sister is here?"

The man began to laugh again.

"What's so funny?" Jasper's voice came from behind the man.

The man stepped aside and allowed Jasper to pass.

"What are you doing here?" Jasper asked me before pulling me into a hug.

"Surprise!" I exclaimed, "I thought you could do with a visit."

Jasper smiled at me. "Come in," he said, pulling me inside. "Have you eaten?"

I shook my head. "No."

"What?" Jasper said, looking down at me, "Wait, what about school? Have you dropped out? I swear if dad did something—"

"No," I said, cutting him off. "He hasn't done anything; I just need a break from it all, especially today."

"Today?" Jasper said, leading me through his apartment.

It was nice; it looked very modern, a bit too white for my liking, but it was clean. I liked it.

"What happened today?" Jasper asked me.

I shrugged, "Just another day with the Cullen's, you know, normal family stuff."

Jasper nodded. "How about I make you something?"

"I'm fine; I just can't get over your view." I said, making my way towards the full-length windows that framed the entire right side of the apartment.

"Yeah, it's not too bad," Jasper said. "So, you're going to tell me what's going on at home, or am I going to have to guess?"

I sighed "It's nothing; I just needed to get away for a little while, that's all."

"You know," Jasper said as he stepped up beside me. "If something is wrong."

"Jasper," I turned to him. "I promise, I promise, promise, promise." I stopped to smile. "It's just a visit."

"Yeah?" Jasper said

"Abso-frickin-lutely." I said.

Jasper smiled at me. "Then let me show you around."

Jasper gave me a tour of his apartment, his home. It was very open-planned and had a lot of white. It was very different from the apartment I lived in; this place had style and class. I knew that Jasper had always wanted this; he'd always wanted to live a life outside of our father's rules. After my little tour, Jasper made me some toast and scrambled eggs, and I ate them as he made himself his workout medley smoothie.

"So, how's life at home?" Jasper asked.

I took a sip of my orange juice before answering, "Mom got a letter from Grandma."

Jasper paused, "What?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I don't know, what's going on there."

Jasper just smiled and returned happily to his chopping before asking, "And what about Emmett? What was the girl's name again?"

"Rosalie. And I don't know." I shrugged. "We haven't really spoken in a few days."

"And what about Edward?" Jasper asked.

"What about him?"

"I don't hear from him, so you tell me."

I sighed "He's the same as always, you know Edward."

"Do any of us?"

I shrugged. "He likes to keep everyone guessing, even his siblings."

"When he agreed to pay my rent, I thought he'd been cage fighting again and was concussed." Jasper said.

I placed my glass down on the counter. "He pays your rent? I didn't know that."

I had no idea Edward could be that selfless. Why hadn't he told us?

Jasper nodded. "He was the one that found me this place, got me my roomate." Japser looked in the direction the other guy had disappeared to: "He's not a cheerful Charlie, but he's clean, he's never late with his side of the rent, and he never forgets his keys."

"I thought," I shook my head. "This whole time I thought Edward was trying to get you back to Queens."

Jasper shook his head. "He's the only one who hasn't tried."

"Sometimes I think I'm actually losing my mind."

Jasper laughed, "Yeah, I've felt that way many times."

"And what's the treatment?"

"Figuring out what's in your way and step on it's neck." Jasper said as he walked over to the blender.

"You're kidding, right?"

Jasper smiled "Sure," he said, pouring his smoothie into a glass. "So what do you want to do today?"

I smiled, "Don't worry, I won't ask for a tour of the city; I just came to see you."

"That's okay, we can take a stroll around Central Park." Jasper suggested.

"Okay, I'd like that."

"So," Jasper said as he took a seat beside me. "What else is going on?"

I shrugged, "Nothing."

"Bella, come on."

"There is one thing."

"What?"

I smiled, "I want to go to a club tonight."

"A club?"

"Yeah, I think it's time I start crossing off the list of things I never get to do."

"Like go to clubs?"

"No...like have a night to remember."

I refused to let stealing Edward's car be the only reckless thing I did today. I'd ditched everything else in my life for a day of fun. That's why tonight I planned to have as much fun as Manhattan had to offer.

Regardless of the risk.

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