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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 swear to God I want to cry when I can't feel him anymore. Then my entire body shudders in pleasure when I feel a hard moist muscle lick a long line up my open slit. My eyes fly open and I see him smirk at me from between my legs. I try to shut my legs out of modesty but his jaw sets his eyes harden, daring me to try that again and his hands spread my thighs wider holding them open to him.
"Mine remember." He says rubbing his hand over the gauze on my thigh as his breath hits my core with every word. I writhe. He watches my reaction closely. His smirk slowly pulling back in approval at what he sees. Eyes still locked on mine he lowers his head again, and watching my face sucks my clit into his mouth, pulling it between his lips and licking hard and fast against it. I cry out, my back arching off the bed and sticking my pointy nipples into the air under my shirt.
"Fuck Bella." He licks the rim of my core his nose rubbing slowly against me, he inhales sharply. The very tip of his tongue enters me and curls at my entrance. He licks the rim again "I'm taking this. This is mine."
Then I comprehend it's my virginity he's talking about. It's my virginity he's watching and licking so reverently. A wave of moisture releases from me, the coil turning tighter, almost painfully because I need to release it. He licks up slowly savoring every drop he's being rewarded with.
I feel him smirk into me, the heat of his breath fanning out on me when he speaks. "Bella, I want to— Fuck—!" His face flies forward his tongue plunging deep within me. "I get to see all of you tomorrow, Bella!" His tongue shoves hard into my drenched core again, licking up whatever I offer him. "I need to see all of you tomorrow!" He kisses my mound, biting at the flesh and pulling before spreading my lips with his fingers.
I think I'm dying.
My body feels like it's at the top of a mountain about to free fall and I'm not even sure the panting noises I'm making are normal. It sounds life threatening to me. He hums against me as he sucks hard at my entrance. I'm hypnotized watching the bronze hair bob up and down between my spread legs as he shoves his tongue deeper and deeper into my drenched center, circling it around my entrance once before pushing in harder. He rubs his tongue against my inner walls, humming into my core every time he feels my walls tighten around him. His nose breathes in deeply against my clit as he works me with his talented tongue.
Every so often when I'm about to fall off the mountain he pulls back and smirks devilishly at me, a hungry glint in his eyes as he watches me heaving and pouting, looking at him all worked up and frustrated. His fingers tease my entrance as he kisses his way up my body. Two slip inside my core hard enough to almost hurt when he plunges his tongue down my throat wantonly. I kiss him back, so needy, that he can tell immediately how desperate I am for his attention. I can taste myself on him but oddly enough it only serves to fuel my desire. I need him so bad. And I feel like he just might feel the same way.
His fingers curl inside me rubbing against a sensitive spot deep inside me. "That's it, piccola. (baby)" He says into my mouth as he pulls out before I can orgasm. I don't complain because his fingers pet me almost lovingly, his knuckles brushing against my bare nether lips and then they're replaced by his glorious hips.
His hands lift up my shirt and bra like he can't get them off fast enough. My bra is snapped off me, my shirt bunched up at my collar bone so that my heaving breasts are visible to him. His head dips down to suck on each puckered nipple greedily as they're exposed. He bites them, leaving red marks on the flesh, which I love and from the way he looks at his handy work I can tell he does too. He shoves his covered cock at my bare flesh like we don't have enough time. Kissing me brutally hard while my heated juices soak into his jeans.
I yell his name into his mouth as his naked chest collides with mine. Skin on skin. We both moan when my breasts rub against him. I could quite honestly stay like this with him forever. I must be crazy.
My body takes complete control of me, my legs wrap tightly around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust as he builds me up again. His crotch in line with mine he rubs my core furiously with his huge solid cock straining so hard against his jeans I can feel it throb and twitch against me with each stroke as his fingers toy with my nipples. His tongue dominates my mouth. He grunts when I moan and pulls back and watches where his jeans is rubbing against me as he feels me get closer. I feel the muscles of his abs tighten and release against my torso with each thrust. I can sense his green oceans rise up to me again even with my eyes shut in ecstasy as he pulls my nipples between his fingers and rolls them almost painfully just as he shoves his cock hard enough against me to rock my entire body against him. The bed frame moves with the force of us. I finally fall over the edge screaming his name loud enough for it to bounce off the walls because this is so much more intense than what we did yesterday. Here in his room, with only his jeans separating us and his skin against my chest. I can feel his heart pounding, the rhythm matching my own beats.
I clutch onto him tighter, my nails clawing his back as he hisses. I think I just might die from the built up pleasure of all his teasing before he finally let me orgasm, coupled with our closeness. I feel his body shudder against mine as he bites my neck again possessively wanting to deepen the redness of the mark he left on me. He rubs against me until we're both panting, sated and staring at each other with mixtures of his semen and my juices soaking the front of his jeans.
I'm still wound around him when I come down from my high. He's watching me so closely I blush.
"Fuck!" He breaths, looking down at me. "You okay, piccola?" he asks watching my face with a lopsided smirk and dark lusty eyes, there's a very slight hint of concern in the blackened green.
"Yeh..." I pant. I realize I'm still gripping his shoulders hard enough to break skin with my nails and let go hastily, my face flaming.
"You
marked me." My voice comes out breathy despite my best efforts.
"You
let me." He says it like it means something.
I
look up and he's smiling looking down at our position. I'm almost naked under
him. My breast bouncing with each ragged breath I take. My legs open with him
resting between my thighs. His eyes have an undecipherable twinkle in them as
he circles my nipple with his tongue staring at the mark just above my heart and
I wish to God I knew what was going on in his head.
"Edward,
are we supposed to be 'intimate' like this…" I ask in a smaller voice than
I'm used to, not even sure of the word to use to describe us right now. I'm not
acting like myself. Or maybe I'm just losing myself to him… My heart skips.
He
looks at me again, a smile in his eyes. Smirking up at me, he holds my legs
around his waist when I try to unwrap them. There's a teasing edge to his
features as he cocks an incredulous brow at me. "I just had my tongue in
your pussy, we're dangerously past intimate anima gemella."
I
blush. I blush hard! It's more than the fact that he brought up what we did,
it's the fact that he's crude and brash and unapologetic for it and it makes me
burn for him again. I'm turning into a freaking hormone driven teen. I don't
know what that makes me look like to him… Am I easy? Does he think I'm easy?
I've never worried about that label before, I've never had reason to.
"What
you thinking so hard about?" he kisses my temple.
"Is
this wrong?" I look away from him and I feel his stare heat fiercely.
His
arms lock like a steel cage on either side of my head. Hovering over me his
voice is alarmingly calm but serious. "Bella, this isn't wrong. Nothing
we ever do will fucking be wrong because I'm the
only muthafucking one who'll ever fucking
touch you. All of this is mine."
I
don't know if he's upset or not so I stay looking to the side.
"C'mon,
we have to go." He says looking down at me with deepened green eyes,
moving away so my legs fall gently to the bed. He strokes me between my lower
lips with feather light touches to my clit, I let out a shuddered breath
because whether he knows it or not, I know he's trying to reassure me.
"Why?"
I ask, it comes out as both a whine and protest. I don't blush this time
because I mean it with every fiber of my being. I don't want to go anywhere. I
wanna stay right here with him. A safe little nest with the most dangerous
person I could possibly ever meet, away from the restaurant, away from the
mayhem, where it's just the two of us. I don't want to go anywhere.
"Because I want to fuck you." He
says seriously.
My
mouth goes dry, my eyes widen and I can't help the hammering in my heart. I
feel myself get wet again but his fingers are away from me and he's getting up.
My body screams for him to stop, to come back! He looks down at me from the
where he stands at the foot of the bed and smirks. Dipping down fast, he licks
me hard and groans when I moan and unwittingly arch my hips harder to his
tongue before he straightens up again. "Fuck— You keep doing that
and I probably fucking will."
"I
have some shit to take care of." He hands me my shirt and shorts but toys
with my panties and snapped bra. Looking down at it with intense eyes and a
lopsided contented smirk, he rubs the still damp part of the material between
his thumb and his index finger. His finger rubs the fabric delicately and I
recognize it as the way he strokes my core when he's being tender and petting
me. "Dress up." He says with a smirk walking to his closet and
dropping my underwear inside as he grabs a fresh pair of jeans and boxers out.
He unbuttons and unzips his pants, I hear him laugh softly when I turn around
before he can take them off, my face flaming.
"Edward!"
I yell when I know he's safely dressed again. His old jeans and boxers lie
unceremoniously on the floor when I turn and take in the black jeans hanging
perfectly snug on him as he stretches another t-shirt on. He folds his arms and
leans casually against the closet door unaffected by my tone. "The rest of my clothes." Sitting on my knees on
his bed I give a pointed look to the closet in the hopes that he'll give my
under items back.
He
shakes his head and answers his phone when it rings. Jasper's on the other
line, I know because he says his name and mentions something about them doing a
good job and that it's almost go time, so Jasper needs to make sure the guys
are there and he'll take care of the rest. I hear him mention Rose and then he
says something about going somewhere now.
I
gape at him as the conversation continues. He's not going to move. His eyes
dart to me and he runs his eyes down my body. He raises his brow, his look says
'dress up' but the darkened eyes that come back to my face from its journey
down my body tells me the last thing he wants me to do is cover up. He crooks
his finger at me calling me closer to him. I have the urge to rub my thighs
together but I fight against it. He wants my bra and panties so it'll come with
a price.
I
don't walk over to him.
He
looks pissed. Then he looks curious.
I
sit on his bed pulling on my shorts and slipping my top back down my torso
making sure I'm covered. Then I walk to him with my shoes in my hand. It feels
weird walking without underwear on, a good weird when I think where those items
ended up.
He's
laughing softly. He's done with his phone call by the time I get to him, he
snaps it closed and puts his arm around my shoulder as he leads us out his
room. I'm happily tucked into the side of his toned hard frame again. He kisses
the top of my head, his breath is hot in my hair I can feel him smirk into it.
"Don't tease me baby. I'll make you
regret it tomorrow."
I
fist his shirt painfully tight in my palm as his husky words hit home. It's
like I want to keep him close. I'm happy because I get to do that. I get to
hold him. I get to keep him close. And I know he wants me to because he lets
me.
"How
am I going to get out of the house?" I ask him because I honestly want him
to find a solution. I actually crave time with him. My notoriously dangerous
boyfriend, who makes me feel safest.
He
looks at me for a moment and I think it's because he's surprised I asked him
that instead of telling him I couldn't come. "All your chick friends are
with the Wolves?"
I
nod. He cusses and I can tell he's pissed at the fact I'm so involved with them
so I say nothing, I won't apologize for my family. They're the only people I
trust, look at what my 'friend' Jessica did today… And I'm not sure if I still
have Angela in my corner as yet so I can't afford to use that alibi.
I
push that thought from my mind. "I could tell my dad I'm staying at
Rosalie's? She's a friend from work technically."
He
grins looking down at me. "Nah, your ol' man knows I have a cousin named
Rosalie. I won't risk it." He thinks for a beat then looks back at me.
"I got you." He says with a distant look in his eye as he thinks of
something. "C'mon." he suddenly picks me up and walks me to the car
slipping me inside and walking round to his side while I put on my shoes. I'm
curious as to what his plan is but we're silent in the car and soon we're
driving.
~.~.~D&D~.~.~
The
sky is dark grey with clouds building up violently fast, warning us of an
impending storm. I scoot closer to him and he shifts his eyes to me while
changing gears.
"Where
are we going?" I ask as we veer off the road and onto the bumpy mud drive
into the forest. It's a wild stretch that has been driven on before but isn't
noticeable from the road. It's the type of trail that isn't found unless you're
the one who created it.
He
navigates us through the dim lit vegetation with seamless ease. The trees
become more dense and I think he isn't going to answer me as he concentrates on
getting us to the destination only he seems privy to.
"I
need to go out. I gotta check on something first. Rose and Victoria will be
there don't stress." He answers offhandedly as he swerves the car round a
large grouping of rocks.
"Who's
Victoria?" I ask cocking a brow.
He
turns to me with a pleased yet amused grin. It does nothing to calm me down.
"You're
about to find out." he says as he cuts the engine in the impenetrable wall
of trees encasing us in the forest. "C'mon." He says as I stare up at
an abandoned warehouse of sorts, it's similar to Edward's place but it's
completely shrouded by the forest and it's getting closer to evening so it's
dark and terrifying.
I
groan looking out at the ominous building with heavy clouds blackening the sky
above it.
"What
do you guys have against actual houses?" I rub my arms vigorously to get
rid of the goosebumps crawling up my skin.
He
laughs under his breath getting out. I get out too snatching his hoodie out the
backseat. He looks at me over the roof as I walk round to him quickly slipping
to his side, his arm around my shoulders as we slosh through the mud and walk
towards the large metal industrial door. "Actual houses are so played
out." he deadpans as he unlocks and opens the inner pedestrian door. With
him smirking at me, I begrudgingly walk through the ghostly creaking hinged
door.
"This
one yours too?" I look around when he shuts the door and turns on a light.
This
place is different from his one. It's partitioned and the part we're in is a
well spaced garage. I wonder briefly if this is the garage he brought me to
when I fainted but rule it out when remember we're in a forest.
"Nah,
this is Royce's place." He says kicking a can as we go. It slams against
the wall resonating loudly in the dead area. "This is where I was when I
wasn't at my place." He kicks another one. The sound is infinitely louder,
bouncing hauntingly off the dark painted walls.
"Edward,
stop doing that." I hiss fisting his shirt and looking around warily.
He
laughs throatily. "Worried I'll wake up ghosts?" he drops his voice
to a terrifyingly low level. I can feel my face pale. He rolls his eyes.
"Bella, the place is fucked up, not haunted."
I
jab him with my finger when he kicks a drum over. "Relax." He shushes
me nonchalantly. "I'm just messing with them."
"Who?"
I have a brief moment of idiocy where I picture him messing with ghosts? Edward
scares ghosts, it doesn't sound too farfetched to me really.
"Rose
and Tor." He laughs with his eyes, giving me an incredulous look as he
reads my face.
I'm
100% sure he knows what I was thinking. I blush and look around again as we
slip through the door.
He
leads us up a narrow dark staircase. "Toria's James' girl."
Cue
relief here.
"You'll
recognize her." He continues and I don't miss that he sounds certain of
it.
So
James has a girlfriend? Interesting. "How many of you have
girlfriends?" I ask without thinking. I clamp my palm over my mouth so
fast it makes a slapping noise and I wince when I bruise my lip against my
teeth. My gaze freezes. I can't look at Edward.
He
picks me up roughly and holds me hard against him. My legs wrap around him to
make sure I don't slide down the wall as he slams me against it. His body is
hot and toned. I can feel his muscles push into me with every breath he takes.
He grinds into me and grins. "You're my girlfriend huh?" his hands
slip off the wall to hold my hips still. He grinds into me harder. He's rock
hard again straining against his jeans. Looking right at me his lopsided smirk
is passionate. His natural menace works into it, tingeing it with a hint of
deadly seriousness. I tug hard on my lip to stop from moaning. The friction he
provides is killing me without my panties on. It's like I can feel the heat
rolling off him. I roll my hips against him when my body takes over and he slams
against my core hard almost like he's angry. I yelp. It feels so good. His head
descends to mine catching my mouth in a brutal kiss before the noise I'm making
can get too loud. He breaks away glaring me in the eye, his eyes look like he
doesn't really believe I'm here. "Don't
forget it." his voice is low, his eyes are narrowed to slits but it's
his tone that screams to me. It's an obsessively fervent warning.
"Fuck."
He says placing me back on my feet just when I think he's going to kiss me
again. "You're getting me off track baby. I gotta bounce. C'mon." He
tugs at my hand.
"You're
leaving me here?" My voice is incredulous.
"They'll
get you home." He informs me. "They're fixing the place up for Roy
before we get him in."
I
look at him in wonder as he slips back into gang mode. He's dark but prideful
as he speaks. "The place is a dump. He hasn't been here in fucking
years."
"I'll
help them out." I offer, shocking myself. He just kisses the top of my
head and smiles. I don't know why I said it, maybe because this Royce person
seemed to be a big deal to him.
"Who's
Royce?"
He
looks down at me with an undecipherable look in his eye, but he answers me
honestly. "He's my old man's kid brother." His face is serious as he
speaks. "Bella, don't ever mention this place. Or Royce. Not to your
father, not to the mutts. Kay?"
I
feel a bubble burst in my tummy, this is apparently very important but he's not
hiding anything. I'm terrified by the look on his face because I now have the
confirmation I need to know that Royce is in fact one of the outlaws. I have so
many questions, his uncle? The guy looked so young. Why did I think he sounded
better about Royce than his dad? Why was he helping sneak Royce in? Why did
Royce have to be snuck in! How'd he know I'd tell Edward I saw him in the
forest and my god what was he doing running through the forest in the first place—
I
still.
Taking
a breath I nod at him, swearing my silence because I want him to be honest with
me… more importantly I don't want to ever be the reason he gets hurt. Then when
I know he's sure I'll honor my word, I let the words I'm dreading confirmation
on fall from my lips in a whisper.
"He's
the guy the police are looking for isn't he?" I ask.
His
eyes are guarded and his jaw is clenched when he nods.
"You
two close." I state more than ask. It's like I need to confirm this
suspicion as well so that I feel even the tiniest bit better… because I'm going
to be lying to my father about something big
again… first the Wolves, then
the Fangs and now this case he's working so hard on…
Edward
gives me another bob of his head, strands of his hair falling into his eyes. He
looks and sounds firm when he speaks again. "He raised me." It's all
he says.
I
don't have time to fully process the shocking words. I know this conversation
is over when he opens up the upstairs door with a bang. Two shrieks cut through
the air as Rosalie and Victoria jump up from behind a counter where they'd been
hiding. They look stiff like they'd been ducking under it since Edward started
making the noises downstairs. I recognize the fire haired girl next to Rosalie.
She's seriously pretty, in a
catlike way. She's the girl from the dress shop I was at the first day I met
Edward.
They're
a mixture of scared and relieved that it's Edward they see. He laughs
genuinely. "You hide behind the fucking bar?" his face is mockingly
incredulous. "Did you check the stock?" He nudges his head at the
area as if he's reprimanding them but he's really making fun of them. I eye the
cabinets with the Jack Daniels and other various types of liquor lining it.
"That'd be the first muthafucking place I'd hit if I broke into this
fucking joint!" he deadpans.
"Jesus Edward!" Rosalie finally
finds her voice, palm flat on her chest over her pounding heart. "You almost fucking killed me!"
"Whatever."
He says, disinterested, as he looks around the place noting the appearance.
From
what I can see, the place looks nice. It's spacious, you can tell it's been out
of use for a while but in your mind's eye you can easily see that with some
elbow grease it has a lot of potential. There's blood colored paint on the wall
and the joint kitchen/bar furniture and tops are black, so I know at some point
this place was probably as amazing as Edwards. It's kind of like his place,
it's open planned and looks like a place you'd find and notorious person
lurking in it too, but the only actual difference is that there's a ceiling
here, so there are either rooms above us as well or this place just has the
garage below us and this floor with the doors at the side leading to rooms and
bathrooms. There's very little furniture and a lot of clutter but it looks
livable for now with a few homely touches added by the two girls. I look back
at them remembering that I should be helping them at some point.
They're
grimy and their hair looks matted with light sweat from all the work they've
been putting in. I can only imagine how long they've been at this today. For
one day's work this place looks pretty great.
Edward
speaks again and disturbs the rest of my eye screwing of the loft styled
warehouse. "I'm dropping Bella here. Get her home when her shift's
supposed to end 'kay?" he's looking at Victoria, not Rosalie.
Victoria
raises a brow in a timid question as if to say 'Me?' Edward nods once.
"Make
sure someone sees you. Speak to them if you have to." He looks at me
briefly at this part telling me it's my call then turns back to Victoria.
"Say you're from school or some shit. Say muthafucking anything!" His
words are direct but not unkind. It's just
Edward. And I'm recognizing
her as one of those people. The inner
circle. The ones he'd ever bother using that tone with. "But if you have
to talk, long and short of it, she's staying at your place for the weekend. Got
it?" he raises a brow.
Rosalie
and her look dumbfounded for a second but it's very brief. "Yeah got
it!" Victoria says in a hurry as if she's making up for the time she
missed.
"Good."
He kisses my forehead then my lips fast because he really needs to leave.
"Be careful. And lock the fucking door!" The words are directed at all
three of us as he leaves but he yells at Rose about the door, she nods quickly.
"Nice
job with the place." He adds callously as he closes it behind him, it's
spoken as an afterthought, but I know it's said to compliment the two girls in
that small part of him that knows it'll make them happy.
I
see the two pleased smiles the door receives behind him and figure out that
Edward is actually close to his cousin and probably James girl but he just
doesn't show it. Either way when he speaks they listen and they seem to care
about his opinion.
"Running
to meet his maker," Rosalie quips but as she says it her eyes twinkle
telling me that today probably holds just as much importance to her as it does
to him.
I
find myself wondering more and more about Royce King and the role he plays in
their lives but I'm a fish out of water so I have no idea what I need to say or
do right now.
"Of
course." Victoria adds. "The Devil won't let him be." She grins
and turns towards Rose. She catches sight of me and stops short. A smirk
stretches across her lips "About time I saw you again. So James was what
was wrong with the dress?" she laughs.
My
face heats but I shrug. "Hi I'm—"
"Bella."
She smiles. "Victoria." She extends her hand to me.
I
take it and she does a fancy handshake. Somehow that little gesture puts me at
a world of ease.
"Hey,
Bella." Rosalie squeezes my shoulder as she passes and disappears into one
of the rooms.
"Hey."
I greet after her. Then get down to business when she comes out carrying some
cleaning supplies. "What can I help with?"
"You
could flash me some leg."
I
turn towards where she stands with Victoria and gape when I see no hint of
humor on her face aside from when they see my expression.
"Yeah,
is it true? Come on, let's see it." Red hair flies as Victoria's head
spins from Rose to me a curious smirk playing on her glossed lips.
"Of
course it's true." Rosalie's bell laugh is followed by Victoria's then
they walk over to me and I briefly wonder if I should beat it. "Now, come
on."
"She's
skittish." Victoria chuckles softly, sharing a meaningful look with Rose.
"Ed's gotta be going crazy with you. Don't fret, la sirena, I think you've
become an overnight star. James and Jazz in your corner? It's never been heard
of before. You're golden." She says offhandedly waving her palm to her
legs. "Now quit stalling, judging from what we heard about last night, now
isn't one of those times when you should be shy."
I
flash them the gauze and they flash me disbelieving grins that morph into
approving ones.
"Damn
girl, she did it."
"I
see it, Tor. Don't believe it. But I see it." Rose smirks, handing me and
Victoria a wet rag while she snatches a broom for herself.
We
work silently for the most part. I wipe down the furniture with Victoria and at
some point she tells me it's okay to call her by her nickname which basically
ranges from anything out the last half of her name. They seem to be in a great
hurry. Or maybe it's anticipation. But either way I just follow their lead and
clean down the place as best as we can before we start rearranging stuff so
that the place looks fairly orderly.
"Weekend
with Edward? He's gonna have sex with you." Toria says wiggling her
manicured brows. I turn beet red. "You know that right?" she looks at
me as if she's trying to see if I do. She smirks at my blush, turning to Rose
with a comical expression on her pretty face. "How cute." She thumps
her open palm to my shoulder and goes back to fixing the clock. "Don't
fret, la sirena, I won't tell James anything if it makes you feel any
better."
I
hadn't thought of that. Oh my God, I'd be mortified if any of them found out or
thought that. I want to nod vigorously to tell Victoria just how very happy
that would make me but she's still facing away.
"If
you're not ready, just tell Edward to stop." Rose calls from behind the
box she's carrying.
It
seems Edward sleeping with me is set in stone. I'm not sure what to make of
that but Rose and Tor don't look disapproving or too shocked. I help her lay it
down. It's huge but extremely light.
"It's
impossible for him to hurt you."
Rose
says the 'you' so meaningfully, I want to ask her why that is but my mind drifts
at the last second.
Victoria
snickers, a minx grin on her face. "Honey, it's Edward with you." She
teases looking at me. "He'll make you
ready alright. Look at you. You're ready right now just thinking about
him."
I
blush because since this afternoon I don't think I have an argument.
"What's la sirena?" I ask to get the attention of my… sex life? Or
soon to be sex life? Sex life… Oh boy…
They
giggle quietly. It's not unkind but I know they see my redness and creased
forehead. Their smirks tell me they have more reason than that to be amused
though, they know something I don't.
"It's
what a couple of the boys call you behind closed doors." Rose confirms my
suspicion tugging on my hair lightly, "Mermaid."
My
face scrunches up, "Mermaid?" They laugh again this time it's harder,
"Why mermaid?"
"All
kinds of reasons," Tori speaks distractedly, hooking up frames as Rose
hands them to her out the box. "I personally like to think it's because
you sank Edward's bachelor ship to free pussy voyages."
I
spit out my coke and they rip snorts of tinkly full bellied laughter.
On
one hand, it bothers me that Edward was with anyone like that. One the other
hand, I'm ecstatic because I just heard, from a source I've come to believe is
a reliable one, that he's mine alone.
Oblivious
to my musings, Rose snickers and smacks Victoria's arm.
"Ew,
Toria."
Then
they realize they're wasting time and go back to work.
"Conversational
material again! Use that question when you speak
to Jazz and James, la sirena." Rose quips, smiling, then she winks,
mischief dancing in her green eyes so similar to Edwards, it makes me smile
too. "May as well use the name." She shrugs unapologetic of her use
of the nickname I've apparently got with them. Going back to work she opens a
gift box right at the bottom with two frames and pulls one out. "You're
swimming with the sharks now."
I
stop at the second frame lying in a bed of tissue wrap. I snatch it up quickly
not realizing Rose is reaching for it. It's a copy of the photo I'd seen at her
house. Her curious gaze darts to me but she doesn't try to remove the frame
from my hand.
No wonder he looked so familiar!
The
dark haired guy who Rose is piggy backing on with a huge grin in the photo…
It's the guy from the forest!
He
looks so young to be their uncle. And the smile on his sinfully striking face
is happy but deadly. It's too easy to see the similarities between him and
Edward, from their dark aura to their devilish good looks, they're cut from the
same cloth. Holding the frame tighter I notice one hand curled protectively
under Roses knee to keep her from falling off. She must've taken him by
surprise. The tattoo on his index finger of that hand makes me recall his
knowing dangerous presence in the forest, a panther on high alert with more
tricks up his sleeve than enemies on his back.
I
look at his eyes for the first time. A carefree photo. No adrenaline pumping
through his veins from a month long flee from the police with an even longer
exile from what I grasped from Edwards words. With a sixteen looking Rose
latching herself on his back, his playful smile matches his playful eyes. They're
green. A darker shade than Edward's,
but equally as lethal and intense. Even in this photo with his niece, he's
calculating and dangerous beneath the calm surface.
I
remember Rosalie and Victoria from earlier—
Edward's maker. Black flecks dot the green like poetic
lightening. I inhale sharply because it's the exact opposite of how his eyes
looked when he was in gang mode in the forest. A walking mystery, that reminds
me so much of his nephew. Edward seems devilishly attached to him and from this
photo I can tell he's not the only one. I'd be willing to bet my life that
Jasper is no different from Edward and Rose.
"Is
this Royce?" I ask just so that I get some affirmation on my theories. I
place the photo on an inviting spot on the mantel above the fireplace so that I
can make up for my rudeness.
A
beam of happiness that twinkles in her green orbs, she nods, "Yup."
"He's
a popular guy." I struggle to keep my curiosity in check because I really
want to know why he's so important, I want to know why Edward speaks about him
the way he does, I want to know why she looks so thrilled in the photo with
Royce, I want to know if he really killed someone and I want to know why he's
got a different last name from Edward. I have so many questions.
"Roy
is royalty in every way that counts. He's the backbone of everything." she
answers easily.
A
touching gaze in her eyes telling me that even though this guy is on the run,
is wanted for murder and is apparently a gifted criminal- a story I'm dying to
have elaboration on by the way- they may very well think the world of him.
I've
seen brief glimpses of care in his eyes when Edward speaks about Rosalie, or
the well
hidden brotherly pull he, Jasper and even James have but I've only ever seen
anything close to prideful respect when it came to something dealing with
Royce. I gape at her in wonder, transfixed by these very thoughts.
"He's
been gone for too long. I still can't believe he's coming back." She
smiles sadly looking at the clock, then let's out a halfhearted laugh.
"Stupid guys will get to see him before me." I watch her face fall.
"I hope nothing goes wrong. This is too dangerous. Edward—
Jasper—"she shakes her head against a thought she doesn't voice. "I
just hope nothing goes wrong."
My
heart stops, dead in my chest as bile rises in my throat. I hadn't thought of
that possibility. The entire Forks and Seattle police force is out there
tonight on a man hunt, just like every night this past couple of weeks, and
they're looking for Royce… And tonight Edward is going to go into the heart of
it and attempt to get him out…My eyes begin stinging. I hide my trembling hands
as Tori speaks.
"Edward's
got all bases covered Rose. You know nothing can happen." She smiles but
it's forced. "Roy's back." She tries for cheerful but it's
unconvincing. "Nothing can happen to the guys. He'll never let it."
Rubbing
her hands reassuringly against Rose's back, it's the most vulnerable I've ever
seen her features. I don't think she's the touchy type. Then again I don't
think Rosalie is either. Both girls are intimidating, Rose is quiet yet
unapproachable in her timid confidence and Victoria is playfully fierce in her
catlike glory, the perfect match for James now that I think of it. Seeing them
like this puts me on edge and I wish more than anything that Edward would walk
through that door with his annoying condescending grin and tell me things in
Italian just to aggravate me.
"And
it's the Shadow Fangs. They're not going to get hurt." The way she says it
makes me think she's trying to reassure herself as much as she is Rose. I feel
horrible… I forgot… James is out there too...
Silence
follows as we work. Each of us are baiting time, trying to be optimistic, even
though our hearts are currently situated in our throats. The questions I'd had
are momentarily forgotten as I silently hope for nothing to go wrong. I watch
the hands of the clock tick past ten and don't move. I can't bring myself to
leave this place until I see Edward is unharmed and back for good. I even have
fleeting thoughts of the safety of his gang. Victoria bites at her nails and
stares at her cell on the counter while Rosalie sits on her hands to keep them
still as we take a break.
Just
as I'm about to pop my last knuckle, Rosalie's pocket rings. The tension in the
room rises as we stare at her blue jeans, two minded about answering. She
quickly fishes it out but the call cuts off abruptly before she can answer.
It's too soon for it to have gone to voicemail and we all know it.
"Who
was it?" Victoria asks, apprehension clear in her voice.
"Emmett."
Rosalie says as if that means something. Swallowing hard she stares at the
device in her hands like its message is set in stone. "Tor, you and Bella
should get to her house, it's getting late." She glances at the time.
"I
wanna wait." Every hair on my neck is standing on end.
Rose
smiles at me but it's not right. "Bella, it's getting late. Tor will take
you home, it's pointless staying." She says as if reading my mind.
My
brows furrow. "What? Why?"
"Edward's
not going to be back tonight." She looks slowly from me to Victoria, her
green eyes burning with meaning at her friend. I immediately understand the
words are meant for us both, probably even Rosalie herself because the message
isn't solely about Edward. "It's done."
Victoria's
breath catches beside me, words whispered barely above comprehensible levels. I
can tell they're not surprised but there's still visible fear that's forcing
their composure to remain intact.
"The
cops." She says resignedly her brilliant grey eyes somber.
Rosalie
nods in confirmation, matching her stance.
My
mind shouts in objection so loudly I have to clutch at it to stop the deafening
echo from crippling me in my head.
We
don't speak. Each lost for words as we stare blankly ahead. The quiet is
killing us and then we hear a noise behind us.
We forgot to lock the door. Three heads spin hopefully in the
direction of it… hoping to see anything that will put us at ease… What we see
however makes my blood run cold.
A
uniform…
It's
a cop…
My
eyes protest against scene that unfolds because I know this cop. He caught me
dine and dashing. Waylon Forge, takes a step into the room, gun out its holster
and badge gleaming authoritatively in the lighting of Royce's place, I tighten
my grip on the counter until my knuckles turn white. Oh
fuck…
~.~.~ Thank you for reading. Love and God bless:
Kat;) ~.~.~
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