Edward's POV:

I waited for her to disappear into the room, before I pulled out my phone.

It rang for the tenth of a second before I heard the familiar voice answer, "Boss?" Seth answers.

I ignore any pleasantries and get to the point, "Did you find them?" I asked.

I heard him sigh, "I did. They're hiding out in a cabin. About fifty miles into the woods. Fifty due west and twenty due north." He responds.

"Great. This will make things easier. Gather a handful of people, and head out. Surround them. Scare them and knock them out. Make sure you tell them who sent you before you do. Take them to the Warehouse." I instruct.

"Yes, sir. What about Biers? Is he going to stay with your girl?" He asked.

I nod, "Yes, she's going out of town on business, and won't be back until next month. So, we need to get this done while she is gone." I responded.

"How come Biers was sent in for this? He's one of the best for this type of thing?" Seth asked.

"Exactly. He's the best of the best, which is why I needed him to make sure that my girl is safe." I said.

"Right. Well, I will tell Sam, James, Eloy, and Keith to head out. I'll see you in a day or so." He says before hanging up.

I let out a tired long breath before I looked around. This place is smaller than what she has.

I needed to get her out of here, she deserved to have something bigger.

How did —

"I see you are still keeping things from me." Bunny says casually, causing me to turn sharply as she leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her supple chest as she raised a brow at me.

Well shit, caught in the act. No way to get out of this without her causing bodily harm.

Well, there is one, but she may cause more damage with such close proximity so, I took the safe route.

I give her a sheepish smile as she pushes herself away from the wall, and pads towards me.

"You're a real jackass, you know that?" She says as she smacks my arm and moves away, shaking her head and mumbling under her breath. "Why?" She asks.

"I have to keep you safe." I tell her, unrepentant.

She sighs, before turning to look at me, "Why? From who? Who the fuck cares about what happens to me?" She asks, her voice raising, anger clear in her voice.

"I do!" I cut her off.

"No, you view me as a possession. Like I am a property or object. Now, answer me. Who are you trying to protect me from? And why?" She says, narrowing her wide, doe eyes at me.

I could feel a hot sensation pulsate throughout my body as she narrowed her eyes at me.

I couldn't let her know that it was her father, and uncle, along with Vlad, who had been trying to bring and wreak havoc in her life.

That and the fact it was Sue, the father's fucking crazy wife, who poisoned the meds for Charles to give to Renee. I had to find a way to tell her, and now wasn't it.

"My enemies." I finally told her.

She rolls her eyes, "Why? Why do I matter so much?" She asks.

"Because they know who you are and what you mean to me." I answer, honestly.

"That doesn't — Why does— This doesn't make sense." She says, as she reaches up to run a hand through her hair. "Why does it matter if you have a girlfriend or if I am of any importance to you?" She asks.

I shake my head and turn, rubbing a hand over my face. This isn't how I wanted her to find out.

Unfortunately, as Emmett told me, I've run out of time, and I have to protect her even from myself.

"Because you are important to me." I tell her. "You are and will only ever be my only weakness." I add, honestly.

She frowns, tilting her head in confusion. "Since when?" She asks.

"Since all my fucking thoughts and decisions started revolving around you." I tell her tensely.

"Why is that?" She asks coyly as she walks up to me, and places her hands on either side of my face, forcing me to look down at her.

I lick my lips and swallow thickly as I stare into those overly large eyes. "Because Bunny, I think this jackass, as you so eloquently put it earlier, has fallen in love with you." I tell her, causing her to laugh.

She smiles widely at me, as she gets on her tips toes and pulls me down so that she can press her lips to mine for a moment.

"Let's be clear about a few things. One, you are my jackass and only I can call you that. Second, you gotta stop hiding shit from me, it's not gonna end well for you. Third, we are gonna talk about Derek when I come back…" She tells me.

I nod in response, smiling at the twitch on her nose, "It's okay, you don't have to say it back until you're comfortable with it." I whisper, even though it does hurt.

She rolls her eyes at me, "It loses meaning if it is said too much." She teases.

I roll my eyes at her, "That is the first time I admit my feelings for you, and you respond like that?" I answer, flatly.

She smiles, before nodding, "I'll say it when I'm ready. You said I could." She points out.

She was fucking with me, I could see the devilish gleam in her eyes, this was payback for sneaking in here and keeping shit from her.

God, I loved this woman. Even if she does keep me on my toes, sass the shit out of me, produce feelings in me that I myself sometimes don't understand half the time, and make me want to kiss her the other half of the time.

Still there are those that I can identify like anger, lust, insane jealousy, and protectiveness. Yet, I know her well enough that if I push her, she'll run and shut down. I don't want her to run from me, I want her to run to me, so I bid my time until she realizes for herself.

I nod in defeat, taking all, she's giving me without making a fuss. "I already know how you feel about me. You just have to admit it." I told her, pointingly.

She steps back, giving me an amused look before it vanishes and is replaced by a skeptical one. She turned away, taking a few breaths, before she looked up at me. "Look, I care about you… I do…" She admits.

I frown, "I'm sensing hesitation on your part." I say.

She shakes her head, "No, hesitating on my part." She mimics, making a face at me, causing me to cough to hide my amusement from her before she smacks me again.

"Again, I'm, in fact, sensing a 'but, if, and or' in there." I say flatly, frowning with uncertainty as she chews on her full bottom lip. "Alright. Out with it, Bunny. What is going through that mind of yours?" I asked her.

She takes a few steps away, and sighs, "I can't tell you those three words." She finally says.

I blink in surprise. "Why?" I asked.

She sighs, before turning to look at me, "Because I am not about to admit my feelings for you the night before I leave." She says.

I want to roll my eyes at her words, but I see the fear in them. "Woman, I just confessed how I feel to you. I could care less if the world was ending I want to hear everything you have to say, even if it hurts." I tell her.

She sighs, "You don't get to say you love me as we leave because we both have to fucking leave to handle shit." She snaps.

I narrowed my eyes at her, before making my way to where she was standing, pulling her to me and kissing her fervently. "I do love you, whether you like it or not. Whether you admit it or not. I am telling you I fucking love you. Now, give me a fucking kiss and tell me you love me, Bunny." I demand, gently squeezing her hips.

She snorts as she gets on her tip toes, grabbing my face and pulling down to her height, "I— I love you too, bitch. Now can we go to bed? I have to be up at the crack of dawn." She tells me.

Without allowing me to answer she grabs my hand and yanks me in the direction of the room.

She lets my hand go, before disappearing into the closet for a few moments, before heading to the bathroom, and then climbing onto the bed once she was out. Without a word she patted the spot next to her, sleepily.

"What?" I ask, playing stupid.

"Come to bed, Pookie." She yawns.

I stand there, smiling like an idiot, while also fighting the urge to fucking rip off my clothes and climb into the bed with her and sleep like a fucking baby, while also debating whether or not to stay before deciding to stay until she's asleep. Then leave to handle the Flints and that bitch.

The entire time I am there she sleeps cuddling to my side, whimpering occasionally before pressing her nose to my side and relaxing.

It is then that I decide to stay, if just to make sure she gets some rest before her trip, and a wink for me.

Even as I lay there, I knew one thing. Charles and Marcus Flint were going to pay. For every tear my Bunny has ever shed because of him, his brother, and that fucking gold-digging whore of a wife.

I am going to make sure to be the judge, jury, and executioner the next time I see those three. They were all going to regret everything they've ever done to my Bunny and me.

Author's Note:

Okay, so we are getting closer to the end of Charles Flint and the other two. But before I do, there will be a few more things to deal with.