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PROMPT: "What do we do now?"
I was having the most incredible fucking dream. My wife was sat on my stomach, spreading her delicious fucking juice all over me, slathering me up, getting ready to impale her tight little cunt on my cock. It was phenomenal.
"Edward."
Yeah, baby. Fucking say my name. Scream it.
"Edward."
My balls tightened.
"Edward!"
Come on, Bell, drip for me.
"Edward, fucking wake up!"
My eyes opened, and I stared into the face of my very obviously pissed off wife. "What?" I asked sleepily, running a hand across my face and through my unruly hair. "What's going on?"
I was disappointed as fuck to find that she was wearing one of my t-shirts - looking no less fuckable, mind you. "I prefer you naked," I whined like a child.
"No!" Bella firmly said to me, swatting my hands away, anger burning in her eyes.
Opening my mouth to make a joke about fucking the anger away, I quickly closed it when I realised that anger wasn't directed towards me. No. I'd seen this anger before. And it was only caused by one person. The only living human being could elicit this kind of anger from my wife - the red hot kind. The one that drove you mad from the inside out, burning you up until it consumed you. There was only one person who made her like this.
"What's he done now?" I growled out, more than ready to take my Glock and pull that bullet in his head. The one I had promised him a year ago. It was only my darling wife who stopped me. Begged me not to. One look into her sweet brown eyes, and I lowered my gun. What a fucking mistake.
"It's Rose," Bella told me. "He's only going to fucking marry her off!"
I bolted upright, almost knocking my sweet wife on her even sweeter ass. "Shit! How much time do we have?"
"Twenty-four fucking hours!"
"Fucking piece of shit!" I swore. Charlie Swan didn't deserve a family. And he certainly didn't deserve his beautiful daughters. Bella and Rose were really two of a kind. How the hell they ended up with Charlie Swan for a fucking father was beyond me. His two little princesses. They were princesses alright - locked in towers, waiting for their 'princes' to come and get them. Except it wasn't princes but rather Mafia men wanting to get their hands on Charlie's empire.
I'd fucked with his plans, though. I hadn't meant to. I fucking promise. I used to like Charlie, blindly did whatever he asked - hey, don't fucking judge. The money was good and paid for my sister's treatment. I knew about Bella. Everyone who worked with Charlie did. Look, but don't touch. Well fuck. I touched. I touched everywhere. She had begged me. Cornered me one evening, and who was I to say no? I'd fucked her against the wall, my hand over her mouth, cock pulsating inside her pussy as Bella's eyes went wide, and she came, sweet little cunt milking me for all I was worth. I knew right there, and then that was it. Bella was it for me. I'd whisked her away, fucked her some more and then married her. Charlie had not been happy.
I'd later learnt why. I'd ruined his plans for Bella. He was going to have her married off to one of the Chicago mob families. The biggest one in the area - the Russo's. I'd ruined that. Fucked it right in the face. Charlie had tried to put a hit out on me. That thought was fucking laughable. I was trained by the best. They hadn't even gotten close before I'd taken them out - okay, it wasn't just me. I'd called in some favours. Charlie learnt his lesson that day. Don't fucking come close.
Then he'd made a comment about Bella. Called her used goods. Told her she was a little whore. Said she was nothing but a cunt being used by me. I'd raised my gun. I was ready to pull the fucking trigger. No one talked to my wife like that. Not even her father. Bella had begged me not to. He was still her father. Now I can see that was the wrong choice. He hadn't managed to ruin Bella's life, so now he would try and ruin her sister's.
"Who told you?" I asked, knowing that Bella still had some connections on the inside.
"Garrett."
I nodded. He was a reliable source. Hated Charlie just like I did, but he only stayed for Rose. He needed to make sure she was safe before he got out of the game. I was sure he had a pretty girl holed up somewhere that no one knew about. Garrett was just waiting for the right time to return to her.
"What's your plan, sweetheart?" My wife wasn't the type of person to sit back and ask what do we do now? No. She fucking sprung into action, and I could see that a plan was already forming in her head.
"Pack your bag - we need to catch a plane." Bella ran a hand through her brown, silky locks, eyes still murderous. "There's only one thing that my family respects more than a kill streak - marriage. We're going to have to find Rose a husband."
The second those words left her mouth, I knew who my wife was thinking of. There was only one man in the entire world that Charlie feared worse than me. The devil himself.
This is the prologue to a story I'm working on.