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~EDWARD
As we pull up to the front of the Plaza and I climb out
first with my family behind me.
My eyes scan the entire perimeter of the house. I have
tagged nine men with Cuerno de chivo that are visible in plain sight
patrolling the grounds.
However, I hear fourteen heartbeats on the outside of the
house.
I tilt my head and look around the place once more quickly deciphering
the approximate location of each one of their guard who sit strategically
positioned, should violence erupt.
The faint voices speaking a cross between Italian and
Spanish come from inside of the house. I inhale a stale lingering scent of
cigar smoke, what I am sure is Spanish food, and many other scents that I try
to catalog as to where they are coming from and why as we near the front entry.
I can feel the tension radiate off the nervous men who are
ready. If anything goes wrong, I won't hesitate to react. I have already made
that decision. I will protect my family, even if it means that they find out my
secret. The danger all around us really is no different that if we were dealing
with any other mafia, or friend. This is how our lives are. We take risks when
dealing with unsavory people. However, this is the only life I know and
everything my father taught me has led me to here.
He believed in me.
"You are of my
flesh and blood my dearest Edward. You trust me to make decisions, so I want
you to trust this decision more than all the others. The decision to appoint
you as the next in line is the easiest one I have ever had to make. I know deep
down in my heart, that choosing you to be the one to lead this family in the
next generation is going to change the way we operate. You are smarter than
anyone I know. You show little to no fear and your ability to make things
happen has proven that you will not hesitate to change any thing especially if
it improves the way things work. Just keep to the Omerta. The only right answer
that lies in that oath is right there. Loyalty
first, foremost and always."
I put on the mask as we move towards the huge elegant heavy wood door when it
is thrown open causing Emmett to pull out his gun and aim it at Marcus. I hear
several guns now engaged around us and I put my hands up to show them we mean
no harm and that it was an honest mistake. Little do they know that if they
aimed and fired at me not a damn thing would happen.
Marcus laughs.
"I see some are not as brave and calm as you are
Masen." He looks around at everyone with us.
"Hello Marcus. Emmett put your gun away."
He mutters a sorry under his breath.
An even bigger smile forms as Marcus takes the cigar from
his mouth and with his other hand, he reaches out to shake.
"Masen son, welcome to the Plaza. Come in, come
in."
I follow behind him as he leads us through the ornately
decorated entry. I take note of the seven heartbeats that are at posts just
past the entryway. Some are visible, some are not' and they eye us up
suspiciously and I pray to God no one gets trigger-happy.
I turn to look at Emmett and check on him. He seems to of
calmed a hair.
We enter into a huge room that has a desk at the head of it.
It is extravagant and fits with the decorum of the room.
"How was your trip?"
"Fine, Thank you for asking."
"Let's get down to business shall we?"
I nod and turn to his men who are carrying the red steel
trunk that I had insisted be brought into the meeting with them.
"If you will?" I nod at one of his men.
Everyone looks on, he pops the trunk open, I hear a
collective round of Italian words, and Spanish and English spoken among the many
people in the room.
I nod to one of his men to go ahead and pick one up.
He pulls out the first weapon.
"The most deadly/efficient rifle in the world today is
indisputably the M16A2-A4 series and its cousin, the M4. It's ergonomic, very
accurate, light, accepts a wide range of optics and other "tactical"
gear, has a wide range of possible receivers and is the weapon of choice for Navy SEALs,
Marine Force Recon, Delta, the SAS, and countless other organizations with whom
danger is their business. Yes, the early AR series had its faults, do to
misconceptions and DoD failures, but they've been addressed. The direct gas
impingement system, while dirty, saves space, weight, and lowers recoil, and
hey, the AR family has gas piston receivers if you don't want to worry about
that. Just clean your rifle, like any decent rifleman ought to be doing, and
the M16/M4 family will pay off."
"Very nice." Marcus nods. "And exactly how did
you come to own this weapon, among the many others I see in the chest?"
"Ah, there are some things that must remain secret Marcus;
surely you have many of your own." I smirk.
He laughs.
"Okay Masen, what is the traceability on this?"
"None. I will tell you that according to any US
agency, this weapon doesn't exist."
"Oh really?" His brows rise up creasing his forehead.
"Yes sir. You don't even need to utilize a straw
purchaser." I assure him.
"What is a straw purchaser?" Emmett asks.
Marcus goes on to explain it to him. It isn't common knowledge in our business so I can understand why he wouldn't know this.
"Surrogate purchasers of gun consist of someone who is licensed to purchase a gun but does so on behalf of someone who
is not. Cartel sicarios have a system of straw purchasers, as do we. It is only needed in the states naturally." He grins with a devilish smile behind his words.
"Shall we go on?" I suggest and nod towards the person that is shuffling through the chest of toys.
He pulls out some ammunition, handing it to Marcus.
"Matapolicia...bullets of heavy caliber that can penetrate
vests. Police killers — ordinarily used when attacking police or members of the
military." I inform him.
Over the course of the remainder of the meeting, we discuss various details, including price, the method of delivery for any future shipments, and the general details that go into a huge
deal like this.
He goes on to explain what he can offer us and I listen to his sales pitch and agree with him supplying drugs to our business.
I cannot help but smile over the fact that the Masen-Cullen
family is now their main supplier for all their weapons needs. We don't need their drugs nearly as badly as they need more weapons so I am at an advantage.
Carlisle's idea is
excellent. We have no fear of backlash or traceability issues to worry about.
Over the course of the next couple of days, Marcus treats us
like Royalty. We are wined, dined, and given tours of the city sights, while all the
supplies from the second plane are being carefully unloaded and distributed to
his men and the rest placed into storage.
We handle the money end of our deals, wiring to one another's account overseas.
I will worry about distributing it when we return home.
Things were going along smoothly, almost too smoothly for my
own liking and I began to worry.
On the fifth day we were here, the air was stifling and
hotter than ever. My family has become antsy and is anxious to get back home.
I spoke to Isabella only once, not willing to chance being overheard and it was from a bar in the city. Her voice broke my heart to hear so much sadness in it. I was starting to understand how she felt.
I am sitting with Marcus in his office with a few of my
family members when a subject is brought up that raises the hair on the back of
my neck and I fight the will with all I have to hold my fangs in their place.
I
hold the mask on, but just barely.
"I hear you are a guardian." Marcus smiles at me
and it takes every thing I have in me, and I mean everything, to keep control
of my response. I have to hold my temper and my composure, where Bella is concerned;
it is the hardest thing I am ever going to have to do. I don't know how they
know this information and all I can think about is that someone in the family
is playing for them. No one besides the Stanley's
know I am her guardian and I am pretty damn fucking sure that they didn't offer
up the information.
My father speaks to me from the dead, his voice haunts me at
times, and this would be one of them.
"Remember Edward.
Stay stoic in the face of any horror you are presented with. They are testing
for a response. Any sign that what they are using may be a weakness against
you. It is only then that if you succeed in keeping a poker face until you are
out of their presence, then you will know that you are winning. If you lose
control, slip, and even so much as flinch in the slightest way, you are giving
the m what they are looking for. Do NOT let them see your tell. Under any
circumstances. Your tell will be what does you in and it would be the best if
you had no tell at all, but every man has a tell."
"What is
yours?"
"My tell?"
"No, your
weakness."
"You and your
mother."
It suddenly hits me that he never included Jasper. Why would
he not include his adopted son? He is my brother. I try to remember where I am
and what I am doing having got lost in that thought.
Fuck.
What did I do in front of Marcus while that memory played
out?
My eyes meet with Marcus again. He doesn't look phased.
"Just an abused girl I took in to get her out of an
abusive home. I cannot tolerate children being abused."
He nods once. "I respect that."
I glance over at Carlisle
and he is watching someone else who has just entered the room. My eyes follow
the person by the door and he looks oddly familiar.
I would almost say he looks a lot like Jasper.
"Riley, son, come...let me introduce you to our newest
business partner."
My eyes scan over to where Jasper is sitting. He is watching
very carefully and I would swear I saw him give the slightest hint of a nod,
when this Riley person made eye contact with him.
Strange.
"Riley this is Edward Masen. The family has chosen to
utilize the Masen-Cullen family to supply all our weapons in the future."
Riley nods looking right at me and I don't like the look he
is giving me along with the fact that he gives off the strongest sense of danger I have ever felt coming from a human. It is coming off him in waves and I don't like it, nor do I like him.
Our meeting ends quite abruptly making an excuse to call and check on my mother, I depart to head back to my hotel room. It doesn't take me long to decide it's time to get the fuck out of here.
I make the call and inform Marcus my mother needs me to return, as she still worries about me.
We say our goodbyes and many of us relax the moment we board our plane. We are in the air
within the hour and I calculate the time I would make it back to LA. It will be late in the evening.
I know it is a
school night for Isabella and I don't care because for the first time, I am keeping her out for a very inexcusable reason, and I still don't care even while I find myself breaking my own rules.
The moment we touch down, I am on
the phone with my mother, then Jacob and while my family heads home with Felix and Garrett driving them back to the house, I head for the car rental agency to rent a car to meet with Jacob.
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I sit here and wait tapping my finger on the steering wheel.
I pull out my phone and send him a text.
Tick Tock.
He responds immediately and I frown because that would mean
he is driving, and this doesn't sit well with me.
Tick Tock my ass...LA
traffic or did you forget? He replies.
What the fuck are you
doing texting and driving?
I groan when it beeps again hoping he wouldn't
see it as anything other than rhetorical. I was wrong.
I am not driving. That
is the point. I am sitting in a traffic jam. She is right here as you
requested. She is nervous as fuck. She doesn't trust me. I wished she would
relax. She is starting to make me fucking nervous.
I reply. I will see if I can
get her to calm down.
I pull up a new message and send it to her.
One of these days, I am going to kiss you
under that tree that I first saw you in baby, I miss you. *Edward*
A few seconds pass and Jacob replies.
I think I am about to
throw up.
I glare at the phone.
You better not have
read that motherfucker....I will gut you and feed you to the sharks! I threaten.
I didn't have to. The
grin on her face says far more than anything you could have typed. Dude...I
can't believe you found a female that can put up with you and this life style. I am just surprised you are so hot for jailbait, but then...again...maybe not. ha ha!
That feeling is rolling around inside of me again. The same
feeling that came out of nowhere nearly cripples me when I was down south.
The strong sense of needing to see her, to touch her is
back. I know she is fine. She is with Jacob, but she has not responded yet. Why
the fuck isn't she responding?
Jacob...use your
fucking GPS and get the fuck off the damn freeway, and what is she doing that
she isn't responding?
He doesn't respond and I sit here as a low fog rolls in. My
nerves are on edge. I inhale and the scent of the new rental car I am sitting
in, and the smell of leather fills my nose.
I climb out, light a cigarette, and wait anxiously. I know
she was with my mom up until Jacob picked her up. My eyes move to look up at
the full moon overhead as I accept the fact that smoking doesn't do what it
used to do for me when I smoke now. It just hangs in my lungs and dissipates
when I blow it out getting nothing out of it but a familiar action I did a long
time ago.
I don't really know why I do it anymore. I guess for that
simple reason that it is familiar and it may even calm me, not physically of
course, but psychologically. I don't really care that Vampires most likely
don't smoke. This one fucking does, even if it does nothing.
I can hear the sound of an engine nearing the park and I
inhale deeply taking in all the air I can.
Then, I can smell her and I can hear her distinctly
beautiful and familiar heartbeat. That sweet sound that not only calms me, but
calms the beast inside of me when it sings to us, reminding us that she is here
and she is safer the closer she gets to me.
It is as if everything in my world is suddenly right again.
My cold body feels so serene as the feeling washes over me. It feels like my cold form almost warms up
with each thump her heart puts out. This week had been so full of tense moments
and I have not felt this relaxed now, since long before I left.
Jacob's headlights don't even phase my eyesight when they
hit me. I look right into his windshield and I can see her looking at Jacob
with a furrowed brow. It takes me a minute to figure out why she looks so
worried. She must be truly frightened coming up the hillside of Hollywood to the park
where she has no idea I am waiting for her with him. She doesn't trust him. The
fear in her eyes causes my heart to ache that I am putting her through this,
when all I wanted to do was surprise her.
Look at me Bella. I am
right here. You are safe. Turn your head and look this way.
Finally when she does, I see the deeply etched V that has formed, not really sure if
she sees me with the headlights shining in her eyes. I move to step down
slowly off the hood and stand off to the side so she can finally see who it is,
waiting here.
I watch her expression slowly change, she mouths my name,
and the spark in her eyes light up cluing me into the fact that she knows for sure now that it is me. Her
fingers come up to her lips, her smile grows under her fingertips, then her
eyes shine and glisten with unshed tears.
I know baby...I missed
you too. So much.
I am getting it out of the way now, because the minute she
is in my arms, my lips are going to be all over her!
Jacob stops right in front of me stirring up dirt from the
rarely traveled dirt road. This park overlooks the greater Los Angeles area right next to the Griffith
Observatory and is one of my favorite places to look at the stars. This is the
service road for those that work here and I made prior arrangements with a dear
friend getting his approval to be up here after hours.
I glance over at Jacob who smirks shutting off his engine. I
have no idea why because the fucker isn't sticking around and to let him know
that fact, I glare directly at him realizing I don't know what my eye color is
at the moment but I don't fucking care. It had been hours since I had put on
contacts. He grips the steering wheel and nods once taking the obvious hint
starting the car back up; just as Bella throws open her door and jumps out.
"Edward!" Her voice is the sweetest sound ever.
My eyes drop down to her long bare legs and a smile breaks out from me watching as she
takes off running right for me full speed in my favorite hot little school uniform of hers.
"Hey baby girl."
I prepare myself for her assault
taking notice that her arms reach out towards me. Her intentions of launching
herself most likely, clear off the ground and into my waiting arms are obvious. My body
doesn't even flinch because her assault is as light as a feather and that sweet
moment when the heat of her body crashes into me, I bury my face into her long
chocolate mane and inhale her pure sweet scent, hugging her as tight as I am allowed,
though I wished it was far more tighter.
"I missed you so much!" I spin her around while she cries into my neck and
the warmth of her sweet breath relaxes me even further. I relish in the heat of
her hot little lip with
each distinct little kiss they make trails along my throat and up to my mouth
where she takes total control over my mouth.
My baby girls lips are like silk and her kisses
are always so soft and sweet but this kiss is different. She is damn near
devouring me with her strong need and her hot little tongue taking over my entire mouth.
I ease up my hold because I can feel it is far too tight
for a human. I am reminded that I can crush her with my bare hands and I cannot
lose focus of that.
The crunching sound of tires fill my ears as Jacob has
backed up the car, turned to pull away leaving us both completely alone up here
in the darkness.
Our kiss grows even more frantic when reality truly slams into me as to how desperately
I need her in my life.
Out of nowhere, it hits me like a wrecking ball.
I am not just falling for Isabella. I am already there!
Bella makes me feel human again and that feeling is so
indescribable for a vampire.
If I could have anything, the one thing I would ask for was
to simply be human more than anything once again just for her.
This feeling of losing her at any given moment makes me
realize just how fragile her life really is.
Then, the fact that Marcus knows what he does about her role in my life has
me worried as to how much he really knows.
I cast that thought out of my head because Bella is the only
thing I can feel in my arms, kiss with my lips, and I am about to lose my shit
over the fact that I fucking missed her this damn much.
I can't believe just how fucking much almost to the point that I ache and long for her, worse than any feeling I have ever felt before and a strange sensation that feels similar to a hot burning sensation fills my throat, reminding me of the burn I get for human blood when I have gone too long without it.
I pull back and say her name in a desperate tone that sounds
nothing at all like me as these feelings overwhelm me and sob out
her name.
"Bella..."
My thumb comes up to brush away the wet tears
from under her lids and I try to comfort her.
I feel completely lost not understanding how she knew this all
along. It explains everything about the way she had been acting before I left. She
knew it because she feels it too.
She knew my leaving and being away from her this long would hurt worse than anything else in the world.
"...I am here. Right here. I am so sorry; I didn't
realize what leaving for so long would be like. I didn't know! I swear." I hold her face in my hands and look into her eyes trying to tell her how I feel.
"Please." she pleads and I know that there is nothing I would ever deny her. Not a God damn thing.
Everything that I was
taught in this life, I had always thought is what made me different from everyone else I knew. My father molding me into the man I was expected to become
as he prepared every aspect of my life for me. His insistence on the control that I need to
maintain in regards to my life as far as love went, never once at any time
prepared me for any of this, simply because he didn't want this for his son. He didn't want a woman to complicate my
life, and no matter how hard he had tried to instill it in me, it still didn't matter what he
wanted or taught me. He wouldn't have been able to stop it if he had tried and I am angry that he thought he could but more because he did.
I am in love and I know it without a doubt more than anything. There is nothing in the world that feels as good as this.
Nothing.
I love Bella and I would almost be willing to bet I was in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her that very first day when I saw her sitting in that tree.
"Baby girl, God...fuck I missed you!" I turn
towards the car and lay her down on it gently, not wasting a minute. Not one
fucking second was going to pass before I marked her as mine forever. My lips
can't seem to kiss every inch of her fast enough. My hand is at the front of
her blouse working the buttons down quickly, tugging and yanking at the fabric
to get it untucked.
In seconds her bra is unfastened with one little flick of my
fingers at the front. I peel it back and take her breast into my mouth tasting
her sweet skin once again. I cannot get enough of her, devouring her nipples
between my lips while her tiny little hands grip fists full of my hair as she
moans and writhes under me crying out to God almighty himself.
I move back up and part her lips with my own kissing her
once again. In between them, I murmur against her lips as to how much I want
her and need her. The feeling grows so fucking strong I can't stop my reaction
to the sounds she is making in response.
Her agreeing to it leaves me a frenzied mess.
My hand is under her skirt and tearing at the silk and lace before
I can stop myself. I can hear him in my head and I know I need to calm him down
before he takes over, but my focus is on getting her spread out on the hood of this
car as quickly as possible, to bring us together once and for all.
"The skirt stays on baby." I murmur when she moves
to unzip it.
I couldn't tell you if it was me that said those words or
him, because it seems like everything around us is spinning wildly out of
control and I am getting so fucking dizzy with desire and want.
"No more waiting." I growl into her throat and slide
my fingers between her lips to check and see if she is at all wet. It should be
no surprise to me that Bella is always wet the moment her eyes land on me. Always
and tonight is no different.
Her heart thunders in her chest and I am sure if I were alive,
it would match my own.
She looks excited, scared, and beautiful, and the scent of
her sweet adrenalin is pumping hard and fast through her veins, her eyes focus
on her hands as she fights to untie my tie.
I move over top of her and push my raging hard on in between
her warm legs.
"Do it." she goads me and I freeze.
"Don't stop Edward, please, don't. Do it."
The sound of my voice is so deep and hard and I practically
roar out giving in and giving up on any thought of not stealing her virginity
tonight.
"I have no intention of stopping baby. No fucking way
now that my heart is set on you. I am a Masen and we take what we want and make
it our own. You are mine and I will show you."
Fuck the fact that she is seventeen, fuck the fact that I
could go to jail, and fuck everyone in the entire goddamn world if they think
they can judge me for falling in love and sharing all of me with the girl
underneath me even if she is still half in her high school uniform.
She belongs to me and not a damn soul is going to dispute
it.
I take a deep breath, in an attempt to calm this
overwhelming feeling slightly and maintain my control. It is clear that I am
not alone. I tear at my shirt, shredding it and tossing it aside with my now
tattered tie.
Her wide expressive eyes meet mine and I can see my own,
glowing as red as ever in the small reflection of hers with the light of the
full moon behind me.
I move so damn fast, there is no way she can see anything
other than a blur as my pants are torn off, hitting the dirt by the time I am
climbing over top of her. The heat of the car engine radiates from under the
hood underneath her, while my knees press in between her legs to spread her
open and position her where I need her.
"Wrap your legs around me." I growl out and she
follows my orders without any hesitation, her fingers fisting my hair. I slide
one arm under her back and lift her up away from the car, bringing the warmth
of her chest flush against my own frozen one.
With one hand sliding down between us I grip onto my cock
and align myself up with her, while the other keeps her back up off the all too
hot hood.
The minute the head of my cock slips between her wet warm
lips, my fangs burst out and there is no doubt any more, that I am not alone
with her.
I hiss and swallow back venom when his words pass my lips that
indisputably come directly from him. All I can do is close my eyes just as my
hips thrust forward penetrating the tightest wettest and warmest place I have
ever been inside of as I steal her virginity.
Suddenly overcome by bright flashes that are moving in the
slowest motion as blood spills down some unseen walls playing now behind my
lids, I can feel a sense of panic.
Then I am hit with the sweetest scent a vampire could ever
experience...Bella's pure virgin blood spills between her legs sending a tidal
wave of intense searing flames that lick up my throat, all while the scent of
her sweet sex surrounds me, flooding all of my senses taking over every part of
me.
All I can hear is her sweet cries of my name feel the warmth and tightness of her wrapped completely around me, and I growl so
loud I can hear the rattling of the windshield as it shakes behind us.
I slowly open my eyes to see the most beautiful sight ever. Our
reflection together like this in the glass shows me the beauty of us together
and sadly, something I truly wasn't ready to witness.
I am not in control of any of this.
His eyes stare back into mine.
A small part of me feels a sense of relief that I can see him, while the rest of me is
downright fucking scared to death to see her in his arms as he holds onto her.
He repeats the words once again and I lick my tongue along
my fangs throwing my head back, bringing her body straight up off the hood now
straddled over us. My tongue licks at her breasts, fangs graze over her nipples,
while I pick her up to settle her down around me.
Heat engulfs my cock as the sweetest warmest tightest pussy takes
every last inch of me into her. I lick the sweat that drips down her neck and
continue to thrust my hips in the upward direction after she lifts up to only
slide back down swallowing me again and again. She is moving right along with
me, her legs flexing each time she pushes herself up to slide over me. I am
lost in that fact alone that Bella is riding me while not holding anything back our first time together. I can
hear my voice faintly in my head as we move together.
"That's it baby girl. Ride me. Ride me harder cause it feels
so fucking good!" My fingers dig into her hips now holding her to help
lift and drop her back down on me.
Everything is glowing brighter, when deep red tones flash
behind my lids for the briefest of moments when I close my eyes.
Her cries echo in my head and I am on the cusp of coming
deep inside of her, but I need to open my eyes once again to watch her.
My nostrils flare out and I inhale the scent of us mixing
together. I enjoy that burn in my throat with each beat of her pulse as my ears
monitor her heartbeat. Then my eyes finally see her expression, then drop down
to see Bella straddled over my legs, her breasts bounce right in front of me riding
that sweet pussy right over my cock. I can see the dented hood of this car
under my knees and her feet, but my eyes pull back to watch that naughty little
skirt of hers bounce with her movements. It lays softly over her slender hips
and then flies up as she pushes off me, and I catch a few glimpses of her lips
wrapped around my raging hard on and that is all it takes for me to explode just when I pull out of her. I coat her hot smooth pussy, shooting thick streams of my come to mark her both inside and out with my scent, when I plunge back into her finishing off and filling her.
I hear him once again and those words whisper in my head this
time around and they scare the fuck out of me.
Nothing will ever be the same if I don't fight against what
he is doing and I try with everything I have to retract my God damn fangs with
my deadly venom dripping all over her soft skin.
In seconds he knows what I am doing, fighting now against me.
My fangs are pressed too hard as the tips nearly penetrate her pale smooth skin over that sweet throbbing artery that
sings with each pulse of her heartbeat.
No...not yet!
His words fill my head and I don't want to hear them!
Come back to me please, baby.
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