Dine&Dash Chap10 (Part 3)

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Dine and Dash

*~*~* Chapter Ten : Devil’s Sinister Kid *~*~*

"How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me." (Charles Dickens)

I just didn't want to acknowledge it till I was staring at the barefaced truth. People are horrified by them. I'd never even once questioned how it was that no one mentioned the boys' involvement in Grey Wolves to their families but I understood it now, no one would dare cross them. La Push is forbidden to many on the outside and feared by all on the inside. At least now I knew why people discreetly stare when the Wolves and I are so carefree with each other, it's not due to shock… It's because of heart stopping, soul sucking  terror! 

And I've only now witnessed the extent of it, a small glimpse at what these gangs are really about. These were territorial outlaws and they ran the towns from the underside, they were feared and it was for a bloody good reason! And I'd somehow found myself on the safe side of two rival ones. But I wondered how long that would last before I was caught in the crossfire of them when they met. My luck was bound to run out sooner or later and I wasn't sure I could face it.

My feet aren't even touching the floor I'm walking so fast to keep up with Edward and his storm of bandits. He supports me at his side effortlessly so I don't really  have  to touch the ground. We stop in front of his car and he lets me down.

"Get in the car." He snaps still in full blown gang mode.

He isn't anywhere in the vicinity of calm, one look at him as he walks around to his side and I know there are going to be no arguments from me. I get in wordlessly. He gets in, slamming the door shut and we're taking off towards the exit. Thunderous roars start up behind us. I turn and realize that there are too many vehicles to count behind us. Just how big's this gang? I'd always just assumed it was just the guys I'd seen in Nell' Ombra but clearly I'd subconsciously glossed over the truth yet again. I know the Wolves crowd is huge and from the looks of it, the Shadows are no different. The noise coming off the engines cause the car alarms in the lot to blast from the vibrations as we pass. The heavy noise dissipates as we hit the road and everyone scatters.

I watch him as he drives. Shifting gears until finally he's redlining. "Edward?"

He doesn't answer until we're heading towards the outskirts of Forks. His speed breaks fractionally as we enter an area I'm unfamiliar with.

"Where were the teachers?" I ask because I don't really care where we're headed.

"Laying low till I left."

I gape at him.

He smirks, feeling it as he stares out at the road before us.

I snap my mouth shut and ask my next question. "What about Principal Greene?"

He snickers, his eyes still shady and sharp. "What about him?"

I remember the terrified look on his face but find something else pressing my buttons. "Edward he's the principal! He's not going to just let this go!" I'm not sure why I whisper yell but it could be because that possibility scares me a bit more than Edward does…

He smirks at me, a condescending gleam in his eye as he glances at me before looking at the road again. "Worried about me baby?" he laughs under his breath when I don't answer. "Greene knows better than to cross me again." He dismisses seriously, his face hard. "Greene won't report a fucking thing."

I falter. "Again?" I speak again, deciding I actually  don't  want the answer to that question. "He'll get fired if he doesn't!" I point out with venom because now I'm going to have my father hunting my boyfriend!

"He'll cover it up. Lie through his fucking teeth but I promise you there's no way in muthafucking hell that bitch is gonna rat on me."

There's no humor left in his voice. He's dead serious, his face covered in a dark shadow. It sends a shiver up my spine and I wonder what happened between them that made him so sure that Principal Greene would be fearful enough to lie to the entire school body about reporting a crime that he wouldn't.

"Oh my God, I'm so fucking screwed when my dad finds out I cut school!" I shriek realizing too late what should've been obvious to me.

He laughs, but it's with no humor. His eyes narrow at the road. "Who's going to tell him?"

It's not a question. It's an unmistakable threat that tells me he's got the entire fucking school in check.

All by the end of the fourth period… Not even an hour after I found that slaughtered pig... Wow... I think to myself in silent wonder, looking at the sinister thug in my life. He really was a force to be reckoned with. And here in a car with him heading out to God knows where, I'd never felt more content or protected.

I angle myself in my seat so I can look at him better. I see his mouth twitch.

"What about my work?" I question just for the sake of asking.

"There's nothing that school can teach you that you don't already know Bella."

I side-glance him to see if he's being an ass but he's completely serious staring out the windshield. He looks fractionally calmer and it makes my heart soar in hope.

"Hmm." I hum because it's true but I wanna play. "Not only did I just cut school. But I saw a notorious gangster, who by the way, just so happens to be the sworn enemy of my brother's gang, pulverize some kids with  his  gang and threaten the entire school body, inclusive of both staff and students. Yeah,  then  of course I left with him! There's this lesson about self preservation I'm failing miserably."

He chuckles under his breath. "You left with me." He turns and fixes his darkened green eyes on me, there's a smirk in them but there's also a black seriousness that makes me swallow in trepidation. "Smartest move on your part."

My breathing hitches and I quickly have to compose myself as he turns back to the road. "Fine, but I'll have you know, I need to be home before my dad."

"He'll be at the station till eleven, probably later." He states.

By now it should be stupid of me to be this surprised by anything that he says but it still startles me a bit. "How do you know that— Nevermind." I say before he answers. "Thought you're busy today?"

"Later." He answers making a right but I've long since given up looking away from him. "We're picking up someone."

"Royce King?"

He shoots me a sidelong glance with a crooked grin. "You know they suspect it was curiosity that killed the cat."

A smile is brewing in my chest because he's returning to his usual mood. And it's because of me! Who knew I handled gang shit  this  well. I high-five myself in my head.

Trying to change the topic I turn from the window to him. "Edward, where are we going?"

A smile tugs at the corner of his lip, he shakes his head and I see his shoulder vibrate with silent laughter.

~.~.~D&D~.~.~

"We're here." Edward points a finger at the windshield.

I turn to follow his direction as we park. It's the first time I notice we're in an area of what I think is still Forks but I don't think I'd ever even heard of before. Because had I heard of it…I would NEVER find myself here right now!

We're parked outside an abandoned warehouse, there's a wire fence lining the area, locking us in. The building is glaring, it's like staring at the devil. There are random other buildings around but they're not too close and they could quite possibly be vacant.

There are large windows that appear at regular intervals  far  above the ground on this building and I can't see any windows  at all  on the ground floor so there's no way of ever knowing what lies within. The warehouse looks haunted and ominous, so I honestly doubt I even  want  to know what's inside... There are large industrial steel doors buried into the worn red brick and a dark coating of sludge covers the ground around the rectangular structure except for the concrete that leads to each and a pathway that disappears into the darkness of the side of the building. That part of the building is shrouded heavy with trees that resemble outstretched arms of demons the way they sway in the wind.

It's in no way inviting. Biting the insides of my cheeks, I rub my palms along my arms to fight off the chill running deep in my bones as I looked at the place.

My fear must show because Edward grins wickedly.

"Wait till you see the inside." He says forebodingly.

I swear I'm having a heart attack. He can't be serious.

He chuckles in amusement at my reaction and jumps out the car closing the door behind him.

"You coming?" he asks like I have a choice.

What's my alternative? Wait in the car alone in this area that I don't know and quite frankly creeps me the fuck out! Or walk into haunted hell with smirking Satan here. My body shuts down. My flight instincts tell me to kick it, I check the ignition but the keys are gone.

"Okay then."

Huh?

My head snaps up towards where his voice was.  Edward’s gone!

I look around frantically. I'm panicking  big time.

"Edward?" I whisper yell. I'm kind of scared to speak any louder because I don't know who or  what  else could be here besides my boyfriend who just disappeared into thin air. "Edward?" my voice comes out a mousy squeak. Subconsciously, I grab the door handle. My mouth runs dry and I wrench it open slamming it behind me and take off at super speed in the direction of his footprints.

I approach the foreboding building rounding at the corner to the shorter side. The building casts a looming shadow over the area I have to move towards. It's in no way welcoming. I'm terrified, I want to call out for Edward but fear for anything else that might hear me freezes my voice in my throat, not wanting to disturb the haunting dead building with trees and underworldly forces I can feel reaching for me in the eerie silence.

A blood curling scream rips through my throat, cutting the cold air with piercing precision when a large arm wraps around me from out of nowhere and Edward shoots out of the shadows, I can feel his chest vibrate with laughter against my back as he holds me close. "Jesus you're skittish  bella  (beautiful)."

I wriggle to turn around. Fear and relief coursing through me simultaneously. He barely has me on the ground before I'm barreling at him, clutching at him like a life preserver burying my head into his chest. He chuckles into my hair, holding me close so I'll calm down, wrapping his arms protectively around my tiny frame ‘til my trembling ceases. "I'm sorry." Only he doesn't sound like it.

I yell and shout and squeal, throwing cusses at him I didn't realize I knew while beating at his immovable chest. "You son of a bitch, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

Much to my frustration, my squirming doesn't cause him any difficulty whatsoever! I try to walk away but he grabs me again. Holding me against his chest tightly, he walks lithely towards a small metal door at the side of the building.

"Got a mouth on you eh?" he chuckles when I start kicking trying to get away the closer we get to the door.

This isn't the direction I want to go in! I want to go back to the car!

"Behave." He whispers sternly into my ear though I can still feel the enjoyment rolling off him. It's more erotic than threatening. Well that's the effect it has on me in any case. "Or you can wait out there. Alone."

I freeze my movements.

Like he's bloody 'Simon' and 'he said so'!

He laughs quietly at the threat itself or the fact that it worked, I'm not sure. "Good girl."He kisses my head. My feet inches from the ground, he carries me into the building. "Be still."

Still?

I'm a freaking statue! My eyes are closed, my body immobilized in his strong arms. If my other option is outside alone then no power on this earth can move me except Edward!

And move me he does!

I hear his feet hit the inside of the building, his sneakers on solid flooring. The echo of each step reverberating in my heart until I can feel the air shift and the door shut behind us. The insistent beeping of what might be an alarm fills my ears and my eyes shut tighter, terrified of what could be in here the second the beeping stops.

I feel him let go of me, lowering me. The second my feet touch the ground I fist his shirt in a death grip afraid he'll leave me.

"Open your eyes Cappuccinetto…" wrapping a lock of my brown hair around his fingers his voice is a soothing whisper that heats my inside with the sincerity I hear laced within the deep velvety notes. He tells me I'm safe without words.

I do. I'm staring at him. Green to brown.

He smirks when I don't blink. With his hands on my waist he pivots me, turning me away from him in the direction he wants me to be facing. I let go of his shirt because his hold on me is firm and I know he's not going to let go of me…

To say I'm shocked at the setting before my eyes would be a horrible,  horrible  understatement!

The warehouse… I'm not even sure I can call it that anymore… I'm looking at an entire span of what once  was  a warehouse but is now one huge  house…

I drink in everything like a greedy sponge because I'm in absolute awe. My eyes widen as if trying to take in more just so that I can believe what I'm seeing.

Standing against the shorter end of the rectangular building I have the perfect view of an open planned house, no house is too mild a word, I'm not sure there is a word that can cover what I see. The place is so?  Shadow Fang.  Yeah that's the perfect way to describe it. It's 100% Shadow Fang.  A smile tugs at my lips.

There's a covering above us that's lower than the ceiling of the warehouse and a similar one at the opposite far end but the large middle area is bare with its beams visible under the roof and it allows natural light to pour in from the high windows that cover almost the entire upper half of the walls. I can only imagine how a storm would look from inside this place.

It was literally a warehouse converted into a living lodge but it retained its core feel with an open plan floor area. There were no walls separating anything. No boarding up to cover the metal doors. And no repainting of the red brick. Instead there were large Shadow Fang graffiti similar to the ones I'd seen in the basketball courts in  Hell  covering most of the walls and pillars, it made it truly magnificent because it worked!

"So this is my place." I hear him say moving closer to me until the back of my head is resting against his warm broad chest.

I feel like I want to cry because the second I'm against him it feels like I belong, right here standing with him in his house as he holds me. I don't turn around though nor do I cry because the feeling is too wonderful and I'm too enthralled with this scene playing before my eyes.

The floors are bare cream finish polished concrete everywhere except the devil blood red carpet where we stand in what's a lounge area, it has a black modern chaise lounge sofa with red and black cushions. The sofa is arranged in a box formation around a huge home theatre system. There are no cabinets because everything is mounted directly to the wall. A bar-styled kitchen's to the right of where we stand on the shorter side of the rectangular building. Complete with black topped counters, with shiny appliances, a double door fridge, countertop mounted stove, a door inside the wall that I'm sure led to a deep freeze, cabinets filled with basic crockery, let's not forget the fully stocked bar and lastly the chrome sunken double circular sinks, one at the bar and one beside the fridge.

Further than this portion with the lounge and kitchen is a slightly larger area that gives way to what could only be described as a lazy area that covered the expanse of the middle part of the warehouse. There was a felt topped pool table, bar tables and chairs, random loungers, a poker table still laden with chips from the last game played on it. I also noticed a  lot  of equipment, ranging from computers, some weapons, ammunition and a whole bunch of other shit I was going to opt to ignore for the moment. The wall closest to the lounge has a huge fireplace with a stone mantel framing it, beautiful and authoritative.

Past that area, leading up to the far opposite end of the warehouse was a working area but what amazed me more than the semi-garage inside his 'house' was the basketball court that covered the other half of it. A perk of having so much space in a warehouse you can put a freaking court in it! Granted the court was smaller than a usual one but it was an actual court inside his bloody house.  Fuck me sideways!  It looked like the court in Hell that he'd taken me to, with similar metal chained hoops, graffiti along the wall of the fallen angel boy and a range of others with a couple of basketballs left lying at the foot of same the wall. The garage was like a makeshift space at the two furthest metal doors I'd seen. It had numerous bikes and a couple of cars parked there, with spare parts, tools, grease covered cloths and even some spray cans littering the floor and metal shelves. It was in essence a garage that someone would work on cars in as opposed to usual home ones where people parked cars.

The place was unique, it kind of screamed Edward! Or maybe it screamed Shadow Fang?  Or maybe I wanted to scream!  I'd never thought a place like this could exist… I was admittedly awestruck. When I thought of where he lived I would've never in a million years have expected him to bring to a warehouse! Let alone a warehouse that had more character than probably every house on my street put together! It was, in a word or more, chic and to know that I was standing in it made me a bit giddy! I could just picture his entire crew hanging here. The surroundings, their personification, mysterious, shady and scary on the outside. Deadly, threatening and beautiful on the inside. The setup was spacious with the lack of walls, the visual feed that met your eyes was vibrant and sinister, and the light pouring in through the too high windows gave the place a surreal feel. I LOVED IT!

I excitedly spin around to face him. "Where do you sleep?" the words are out before I can think them through. He gives me a lopsided smirk filled with innuendo and points one long finger directly above us.

I look up. It hurts my neck but it's worth it. This portion has a lower ceiling indicating that there's been a partial floor added above us similar to the one on the opposite end of the warehouse. If I'm thinking correctly- and I hope to god I am- Then from his room you're level with some of the huge windows.

"Oh my god…"

"I opt for 'home'." He quips lazily and I scowl at him telling him not to kill my buzz. In his eyes I can see how hard he's trying not to snicker, his smirk twitches in amusement but he holds his hands up telling me he'll back off.

Taking him by surprise I scoff shaking my head choosing to ignore him I grab one of his hands in both of mine. "Come on!" I practically run up the stairs that I assume lead to his room in my haste to see his entire house. He trails effortlessly behind me, still hand in hand as he lets me lead.

"This way." He chuckles softly into my hair, lifting me off the ground at the top of the stairs, my back against his chest he turns me away from three other doors placing me back on my feet when I face the direction of his room.

It's the door furthest in the medium length hall lining the shorter end of the rectangular building. I want to skip to it because my interest is piqued after seeing the rest of the house but I stop myself because it feels nice walking with Edward so close to my back, our fingers interlocked, his larger palms to the back of my far tinier hands.

The closer we get to the red metal door the harder it is to keep my pace steady. So far everything I've seen was not what I expected and here I was hoping that the same rule would not apply for my assumption about the windows. I briefly find myself wondering what was behind the other doors, I know at least one of them should be a bathroom but that left two others. My thoughts stop as soon as we reach his room door. Letting go of one hand I grab the handle and push it open, I feel Edward laugh as I finally give in and race into the room leaving him at the doorway. My feet automatically propel me towards the window.  I was right!   There are two windows in his room. They're massive, starting from just above my feet and going far higher than my head, when he comes to stand beside me I see him lean his tall frame against it and realize with glee that the window is almost as tall as he is. Resting his head against the brick just above the window, he smirks at me but the light pouring in through the large windows make him seem softer. I've come to understand that he will always look sinister but illuminated in his room as he lights a cigarette I can't help but picture him as the fallen angel boy, dark and tortured, he's a boy with a broken halo.

"Like it?" he asks letting out smoke through his teeth, his lips stretched into a sinfully beautiful smirk. He doesn't smile but his green orbs do as he watches me. The smoke rises forming a cloud before it dissipates. The light bounces through the thinner facets.

I cock my head to the side looking at him quizzically. A glowing cloud surrounded my half Greek, half Italian boyfriends' head?  Ha!  There it is. He really does look like fucking Adonis. I grin wide. "Love it!" I answer honestly.

He shakes his head with a grin that shows how hard he's fighting against chuckling. I turn away from him so I can see the rest of the room while hiding my goofy smile. The smile just seems to grow and grow the more I see.

His room is as spectacular as the rest of the 'house'. It's casual, showing that no effort was actually put into decorating it, but if understated was what he was going for then  epic fail,  because this room made my pulse quicken! He has a huge bed against the wall with a headboard mounted onto the brick. The wood of the frame and the pillows atop the mattress are black but the satin comforter's a beautiful shade of gold. Like the beddings of dark royalty the rest of the room screamed out his soul, too. Unlike downstairs, the walls here have no graffiti and were left bare in their original dark red brick, the floors were covered in plain black tiles while beside the second window was another red door that I assume was his closet. Mounted to the wall, there's a huge plasma, with a Play Station console and Wii lying on the floor beneath it. To the side of the door I see a workstation with similar equipment to the ones downstairs. Aside from that the only other furniture in the room is a gorgeous black and gold sofa facing the window with a table similar to the ones in Nell' Ombra in front of it, laden with a semi-full stone ashtray, a few guns, some papers and files, and small droppings of weed that had fallen free from the joint he'd stopped rolling halfway through, from the looks of it.

"Wow." I say in a breath, but he doesn't say anything. "So totally  not  what I expected."

He sniggers and puts out the cigarette in the same stone ashtray I'd been transfixed with.

"What? No ghosts?" he pouts condescendingly walking away from the table slowly. I gulp and he smirks a sexy lopsided grin. He intentionally morphs into a predator right before my eyes. "You look scared?"

"I'm not."

"You're lying."

He calls my bluff, walking calculatedly slow towards me. My heart is tap dancing like a little bitch every step he takes. My eyes alternate between darting to his feet to his eyes maniacally. I'm on edge. My flight instinct wants to make an appearance but it's out for the thrill. I know gangs. I can recognize them. And he wants me to see the devilish aura shadowing him. It's working… I desperately try to grasp conversational material so that I can kill my nerves.

"Are— Aren't you supposed to be all chivalrous? Trying to convince me to come here tomorrow? Saying we don't have to— have er— you know— the— um— s— sex  until I'm ready?" my mouth shoots of before my brain can kick in.

He laughs silently at my unintentional bluntness or maybe because he finds my fear cute, I'm not sure.

"Chivalrous?" He smiles crookedly at me, his eyes turn dark. I'd be willing to bet my life he's never heard that word directed at him before. "Bella, I can make you ready to have  sex  anytime I want." He takes a dangerous step forward so I take one back. A retreat that makes him cock his head to the side and smirk wickedly. "I won't tell you that we'll have sex when you're ready." He looks at me with eyes that see right through me, fully confident of each word he speaks." Cause baby you're ready right now."

His hands shoot out and I'm shoved forcefully onto the bed. My back makes contact and I bounce from the force and comfy cushioned springs.

"Edward sto—" I think I was attempting to say stop even if I didn't really mean it but the words die on my lips as I watch him peel off his shirt. The hard muscles of his chest and arms involuntarily flex as he pulls it free, his dogtags settle heavily against his bare beautiful taut skin. Each defined muscle ripples enticingly before my greedy gaze and I feel my mouth run dry… But I have no threat of dehydration because another part of my anatomy is seeping moisture that makes me hungry…

He watches me watch him and smirks. "I just wanna make you feel good anima gemella. I told you I'd never hurt you. You gotta trust me 'kay?" he asks. His eyes are dark and serious. I nod mutely. "What you thinking so hard about?" he asks, genuinely interested. He stills his movements and waits for an answer.

"You said the first part meant soul… What does that second part mean?" I ask because I can't voice my current thoughts to him without burning my face off in a blush.

He smirks but his eyes are a million years away. My breathing hitches when he dips down shirtless, his muscles hard, defined and flexed, he begins crawling up my body slowly. He licks his way up my leg. His tongue running circles around my ankle as he strips my shoes and socks off. I squirm under his hot tongue because my plan was talking. His kisses are tender as he works his way up to my knees. It's so different from his forceful presence that it keeps me locked to the bed…  Bound to him  by this invisible pull he has on me. I can feel him everywhere, through the want that radiates off him in hot, burning waves.

"It's not so much the first part." he looks down at our locked fingers, his thumb runs smooth circles against my inner wrist feeling my erratic pulse through the covering long sleeve of my shirt and I'm happy he grabbed the unscathed one. "Together it means soul mate."

My heartbeat skyrockets, fears die on comprehension. Rosalie's words echo in my head,  just be yourself, he'll never ask for more. I can do no wrong in Edward's eyes. I relax my body and he smiles down at me lopsided.

"Bella, I'm right here."

I don't understand why he says it until his hands reach forward and lock on either side of my head. He kisses me hard and fast. His body deliciously pressing into my body. My breasts mold under his hard weight and I feel my nipples pucker. Resting his elbow above my head, he braces himself and uses the other hand to roam my body, over my shirt, down to my stomach. I feel fire erupt all over my body. His cock is at attention right at my core. Jeans on jeans. He presses into my core providing more friction when I moan into his mouth.

My hands lift tentatively over the taut muscles of his body, dipping into the troughs of each one. Electricity sizzles at my fingertips as I get to touch him. Familiarizing myself with every inch of his body available to me becomes a desperate addiction the more time I spend with him. Part of me wonders whether he knows this. Wonders if he's intentionally tempting me because he knows him being half naked is going to shoot my rational mind to hell.

He breaks away biting on my lip, our breaths ragged. His breath fans out over my face with every exhale. His eyes lock to mine intensely. His kisses turn slower. Coaxing me as he lowers his hand to my shorts. His fingers drag along the rim before playing with the button. I don't really have any idea what he's up to until he undoes it in a swift movement, pulling down the zipper and stretching the material. Cold air hits my overly heated skin though my drenched panties when he has the denim shorts clean off me.

"Don't." He demands when he sees my breathing spike.

"Ed— Edward, what are you doing?" I pant in a mixture of confusion and ache as I see his dark eyes above me keeping me on the here and now.

"I'm taking care of you anima gemella." His finger drags one long line along my slit, pushing my panties into it. He looks down, tracing the shape of my mound as he toys with my nub through the fabric. My chest arches. He grabs both my arms and locks them above my head with one of his. Lifting his eyes back to my face, his ministrations on my sex never stop. "You're soaked." He says looking right at me.

A breathy aaah escapes my lips as he circles my entrance to prove his point. I feel more moisture leak out from the attention. He groans above me. His nose skims my jaw line in possessive reverence. I feel his finger slip into the material and hook around the wettest part.

"Bella." He practically coos making me look at him again when my eyes shut. When I lock eyes with his again, I see the concentration burning in his darkened green. "This will feel so good baby." He lick his lips.

I don't know if he's talking about himself or me but suddenly my panties are no longer on me. I yelp and feel him chuckle lightly above me, nuzzling my neck with his nose. His tongue sweeps out and sucks hard. Feeling me squirm under him he pushes his hips harder against mine so that I can grind into his dick through his jeans. My body moves rhythmically under his larger one, a primal instinct. Delicious friction provided by him as he bites down on my neck. I feel his tongue lick up the bruised flesh and he blows on it to cool it. He rolls his hips into mine catching my clit in a mind-blowing stroke.

"Edward…" My face flames at how needy I sound but I can't help it.

"I got you babe." He says moving his hips away from me.

~.~.~D&D chap10 cont~.~.~