Thursday, June 19, 2014

Chapter 22: Together Part 2

I know to be there
When and where, I'll be there
You know what's to be said
We said out loud, we never said
My premonition of the world comes to me
A sun in your hands from the middle life
Says I'm alright. You said you don't have to speak
I can hear you
I can't feel all the things you've ever felt before
I said it's been a long time
Since someone looked at me that way
It's like you knew me
And all the things I couldn't say
Together, to be
Together and be
Together, to be
Together and be
Together, to be
Together and be
Together, to be

Together-The xx


“Honey Roast Ham and Cranberry chips? You have shit taste in foods, motherfucker,” I grumbled, pouring the rest of the bag into the garbage.

Atwood glared at me from across the room. I had fucking panicked when he didn’t wake up with the smelling salts; so I’d tied him to the chair and waited until he regained consciousness. While he was out, I’d decided to raid his fridge or whatever the fuck the British called it.

“Well Bella happens to like that flavor of crisps. I brought her a case back on my last trip to Seattle.”

I turned around, taking a deep breath. “You must really have a death wish, Atwood.”

His face paled. “I always knew you were a nutter, but I have done nothing wrong. She kissed me. You two are broken…”

I pulled out my SIG. “I told you she will always be mine,” I snarled, pointing the gun at his head. “You chose not to fucking listen.”

“I can’t believe this! If you had kept your John Thomas in your bloody knickers, Bella wouldn’t even be an option for me.” The fucker was actually trying to loosen his binds.

“You don’t know anything about my situation! My babydoll was slumming it with you, Atwood. Bella and I are soulmates. How the fuck do you think you can compete with that?”

He had the nerve to smirk, his bloody lip making him look grotesque. “It’s her choice. You call her babydoll and play the big bad gangster, but you don’t give her everything she needs to be happy.”

“I gave her my soul, motherfucker! You can’t take care of her. What kind of man goes after a pregnant mother anyway?” I asked before lowering my SIG.

“Tell me something, Cullen. If Bella had been up the duff and separated from some tosser when you met her, would you still have chased?”

I sighed. “Fuck yeah.”

All the fight seemed to drain out of his body. “Then you understand my predicament. Let me free, Cullen. I won’t call the Coppers. Just stay the hell out of my flat.”

I paced the room for about twenty minutes before cutting the ropes. Atwood stood up and hobbled to the bathroom. While he was occupied, I checked out his office looking for stuff I could use to make him look bad to Bella. I didn’t find anything.

“Are you done here? My offer not to call the Coppers does have an expiration date,” he threatened, coming up behind me.

I turned around. Atwood was about an inch shorter than me. His hair was coal black and his eyes were a piercing blue. “You’re fucking ugly.”

He laughed. “The birds have always found me acceptable. I reckon I’m just not your type.”

“I’m only sparing your fucking life tonight because Bella doesn’t need the stress. If you continue to see her, I’ll have no choice but to kill your stupid ass. Leave Bella alone, and I leave you alone, Capisce?”

He shook his head as his eyes made contact with mine. “No. It’s Bella’s decision.”

“She’ll always choose me,” I stated arrogantly.

“Will she? May the best bloke win, Cullen. If Bella asks, I’ll tell her I’ve caught a bit of the dreaded lurgy. I also don’t want her ‘stressed out’.”

What the fuck? “This isn’t over, Atwood.”


After driving around for a long time, I checked into a master suite at the Milestone Hotel. Two bitches eyed me like dogs in heat as I passed the bar, but I kept on towards my room. I tipped the bellhop to go out and get me some good curry. I hadn’t eaten in over twelve hours, and my fucking body felt horrible.

He arrived less than thirty minutes later. I’d already asked the front desk to make sure I wasn’t disturbed. Once I ate and showered, I planned to call my babydoll. She deserved to know the truth.

“Bella,” I said into the phone once she answered. “I’m sorry, babydoll…”

She didn’t say a word as I explained my trip and reason for lying. There were a few gasps when I described roughing up Atwood. It fucking broke my heart to hear her cry for that motherfucker.

“Where are you, Edward?” she asked calmly. “Should I call Marcus or Caius?”

“I’m at the Milestone in Kensington. I’ll be home in a day or two.”

“Are you, um, high? Is there a woman with you?” Her voice faded into the whisper on the last question.

I jumped up, nausea rolling off of me in waves. “Fuck no, babydoll! I promised you I’ll never cheat or get high again. I’m alone. I just had curry and…”

Bella sighed. “I’m mad at you for hurting Giles. He’s my friend, Edward. I’m the one who kissed him. He’s never gone further than I wanted him to go. We are in the middle of a divorce, and that means you don’t get to treat me like your property anymore.”

“Then why are you fucking me? I know I’m crazy, but you send me mixed signals all the time.”

She screamed, “Because the flesh is weak, Edward! I can’t seem to quit you. Sometimes you’re so sweet but…”

“But what?”

“You broke my heart,” she whispered. “We’ll never be the same again. I admit using Giles was wrong of me, and I’m going to work it out with him. Just… just get home safely. Dante misses you.”

She hung up on me before I could think of anything more to fucking say. Feeling exhausted and angry, I went to the bathroom and flushed my bag of Bipolar meds down the toilet. I needed clarity, and pills weren’t going to help me figure shit out.

Later, I napped for a few hours and then went out to run some errands. I ended up stopping at a high-end jewelry store and spending close to a half a million on jewelry for Bella. I also hit up the baby stores and bought enough shit to fill up the Maserati.

After a large lunch, I began to feel pretty fucking fantastic. I jotted down some notes for my next Senatorial meeting and sent emails to the team at Polaris. Then I texted Bella to let her know I was fine and working on business matters. I hadn’t had so much energy since Uley put me on Lithium.

Since I had spent the morning calling animal adoption centers, I decided to go check out a few dogs. I fucking disliked Onyx, so I figured it was time I got my own pet. I just had to find a fucking mutt I could stand.

A fat fucker took me around to the various kennels. I noticed the dogs were clean and well fed. There were cute dogs I’m sure Bella would have loved but nothing called out to me. I was about to give up when I saw a handler walk a new addition into the room.

The Great Dane was almost taller than the woman who held his leash. “What’s his story?” I asked, eyeing the shiny gray coat and clear blue eyes.

“Oh, he’s a good boy. His owner died and none of the children wanted him. Pure bred, too. They sent him over with his papers. He’s four-years-old…very good with wee ones as his previous owner had grandchildren…”

I zoned out while staring at the dog. He was as big as a horse and would probably tear up my fucking Penthouse. I would also need to pay the maid extra to clean up after the beast.

“What’s his name?”

“Alphie.” Upon hearing that, the dog began barking and trotted over to sniff our shoes.

I laughed. “I’ll take him. I’m heading home tomorrow. Give me whatever the fuck he needs to travel and anything else I can use to take care of him. My wife is gonna fucking kill me.”

Because I had a lot of cash, there was no problem to get papers and shit made up so I could take Alphie to America. I slid a loaded clip of money into the owner’s hand promising to pick up my new dog in the morning.

Bella called just as I was having dinner. “Hey, babydoll. Put me on FaceTime.”

When she and Dante came on the screen, I broke out in a big fucking grin. “I miss you. I’ve got some surprises. Today…”

“Da da, mine,” DC said showing me an apple slice.

Bella set him aside and adjusted the screen. “Edward, you look kinda weird. Are you sure you’re okay? I’m no snitch but if you need help...”

“I just feel really great Bella. I’m just ready to get home and celebrate my birthday. Things are going to be different. I’ll be better. We’ll work out all our shit and welcome the little babydolls in style…however you wanna do it. I’m not going to let you down again.”

Her eyes widened. “You said all of that without taking a breath. Please swear to me you haven’t taken any drugs. I can’t go through this again with you, Edward.”

“Babydoll,” I pleaded. “Please don’t be angry at me. I swear I’m sober.”

She relaxed. “Have you taken your medicine?”

“Yeah, I brought it with me.” It scared me how easily I still managed to lie right to her face.

“Okay. Sleep well. We’ll see you in the morning. Say bye bye to daddy, Dante,” she ordered, holding his little arm up for a wave.

“I love you DC. Love you, Bella. See you soon.”

I spent the rest of the night going through business contracts and writing. Then I took a long bath, rubbed my cock, and imagined I had Bella with me. Her tight pussy was just milking me when I heard his voice.

“Why don’t you go downstairs to the bar and let some pretty little thing handle that for you, son.”

I closed my eyes and counted to ten. “You’re not real. Leave me the fuck alone.”

He laughed. “I’m alive and well inside your mind. I made you what you are today. Show me some fucking respect.”

I turned around, watching as he inspected the silk pajamas by the door. “At least I gave you good taste, huh?”

“Because of you I’m crazy. I can’t be all… I fucked up with Bella. I don’t want to be you. I won’t ever cheat on her again or get murdered in some whore’s apartment. I’m not you.”

“I had a good run,” he said smirking. “Your saint act is getting very old, Anthony. She’ll never be able to keep you faithful. Men like us aren’t made for the domestic life.”

“I’m made for her,” I mumbled, shivering because the water had started to cool. “Stay out of my head.”
When I was sure he had left, I dressed and exited the bathroom. Then, I took out my laptop and began writing Bella a poem. My dad had been wrong; my angel could save me. She had done it many times in the past.

“What is all of this?” Bella asked, holding up the various jewelry boxes and bags.

I took out one of the sapphire necklaces and held it up to her neck. “This will look perfect with the Versace dress Alice…”

She swatted me away. “No! I don’t need these things. Please take them back.”

I put the stuff aside before taking her hand. “You deserve the best, babydoll. If the old jewelry is tainted because of what I did, then I’ll buy you all new pieces. Let this be a start.”

“Honey,” she said, gently pushing me away. “We need to talk about some things.”

“Okay.” I sat on the couch frowning when Bella chose to sit on the chair across from me.

“I’m still not happy with what you did to Giles. You bruised one of his ribs. I know you, um, kill people… But he isn’t in your line of work. He’s done nothing to you or the Volturi.”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’ll pay his fucking hospital bill. Is that it?”

“This is serious! You could have killed him and… and it would have been all my fault!”

“It was his fucking fault for going after what’s mine! I warned him, Bella,” I said, glaring at her.

She shook her head. “You’re wrong. Please don’t hurt him again. He’s important to me.”

“What the fuck else do you want to talk about?” I asked harshly.

“Um, I want to buy a house, Edward. It really doesn’t make sense for me to stay in the mansion once the divorce is final,” Bella said, her dark eyes darting around the room. She was obviously looking for a fucking escape route.

“Hell no! I built that mansion for you and our children. End of discussion!” I screamed loud enough to make her cry.

She sniffled. “You never listen to a word I say.”

I glared at her petulant expression. “Because you never make any goddamn sense. Now come over here and give me a kiss before I head to the Capitol.”

“You’ve just insulted me and treated me like trash. I’m not giving you anything. I’ll see you at your birthday party tomorrow,” she said, standing up to leave.

I grabbed her arm. “This conversation is not over. You’re not moving! It’s not about your feelings—the mansion keeps you all safe. I won’t budge on this, Bella.”

“Get your hands off of me before I call for help,” she threatened, trying to run away.

I pulled her to my body, smirking when I felt her nipples against my chest. “Let’s go to my room and have a quickie before Felix drives me to Olympia. You’re just irritable because you’re horny. Come on, babydoll.”

I was reaching peak hardness when she kneed me in the groin. “What the fuck?” I squeaked, struggling to stay upright.

“I asked you to get your hands off of me and you didn’t. I don’t want to have sex with you when you’re being a bastard. Goodbye, Edward.”

She left the room calmly like she hadn’t just almost fucking castrated me. I replayed the conversation in my head, not finding anything wrong with what I’d said. If Bella thought she could defy me, her ass was going to learn the hard way that what Edward Masen-Cullen says is motherfucking law. Plus, I was pretty sure the dog would soften her up.

After fixing my sore cock issue, I had Felix drive me to Olympia for a last minute meeting. He looked at me funny but didn’t say a fucking word once I gave him the best Don glare. I was done arguing with people for the day.

“I don’t know what your problem is but fix it,” Felix said as he opened my door.

I gave him the middle finger. “Go fuck yourself.” Then I put on my brightest smile before going to greet my future constituents.


“Happy birthday, Edward!” Everyone yelled as Bella and I entered Garrett’s restaurant. It was all done up with Greek colors and motif. My babydoll looked completely fuckable in a long strapless dress which showcased her tits. I’d tried numerous times to feel her up on the ride over, but she was still fucking pissed at me.

“Dude you look like a Starburst candy,” Emmett said, laughing.

I’d chosen bright yellow slacks and a hot pink Polo shirt. Sure it was different from my usual shit, but I needed a change. I thought I looked rather young and in style, especially with the new Lebron sneakers.

Thankfully, Esme came to my rescue. “My handsome son can wear any color. You look good. Let’s get you some food.”

“A midlife crisis is no excuse to be tacky,” Alice whispered, giving me a tight hug. “Seriously, I need shades to look at you.”

Jasper and Emmett teased me mercilessly while Garrett made sure everyone got fed. My babydoll fucking ignored my ass. DC kept me company, though. He didn’t seem to mind my new wardrobe.

“Happy birthday, cucciolo. It’s been a tough year but you made it,” Caius said, kissing me on both cheeks.

Marcus repeated his brother’s actions. “Happy birthday. You are the son I never had and you have given me plenty of gray hairs.”

Di poked him in the ribs before pecking me on the cheek. “I probably gave him the rest.”

We ate heartily until it was time for dessert. DC sat in my lap while I blew out the candles on a huge cake with a replication of the Acropolis on top. Bella managed to put her anger aside and pose for a couple of pictures with me.

“To many more…” everbody sang while Mom and Di led me to the gift table.

There was lots of cash and shit from people I barely knew. Some Sheik I’d done business with gave me a new fucking yacht. The family got me the most personalized shit. As usual, it was a great haul.

“My gift is next,” Bella said quietly.

I opened the heavy package she was pointing to. “You got me a bulletproof vest, babydoll. Hey, it even has my name on it. I love it.”

She smiled while I kissed her rosy cheeks. “It’s made exactly to your measurements. I just never want anything bad to happen to you. Happy birthday, Edward. Your second gift is from me and Dante.”

Mi figlio beamed. “Me, da da.”

“Yes you,” I agreed, ticking his belly.

The lights dimmed and a large projection screen television lowered from the ceiling A video of Bella and DC at a piano bench began to play. My babydoll was in a white gown and DC in a black suit. He sat next to her while she played the piano. By the time she began to sing, I had tears in my eyes. She’d managed to get DC involved with the lyrics and his small fingers helped play the last notes.

“Do you like it?” she asked, once the lights turned on again.

I pulled her into my lap, ravaging her mouth. “I… I love it. I love you, Bella.”

“Da da…”

“You too, DC,” I said, placing my other arm around his small body. “Thank you both.”

“I wrote the song,” Bella admitted shyly. “Esme helped me learn enough piano notes to play, and we arranged it together.”

I squeezed mom’s hand and mouthed ‘thank you’ as she passed. Carlisle winked at me.

The rest of the group let us have our moment. As long as Bella loved me, I could face any battle. There would never be another woman who knew me that well. Hell, maybe it meant Bella didn’t want to divorce me.

Around nine, Mom and Di informed us they were taking the babies for the night so I could have another party at HADES. Felix drove Bella and I back to the mansion so we could change. We made out the whole time, her hands fisted in my wild hair.

“Fuck, Bella. Let’s forget the party. I just want to be with you.”

She came out of the walk-in closet wearing a short red dress, which barely covered her ass, and high stiletto heels. Her hair was bone straight and glossy falling to her shoulders.

“No can do. They worked hard on it. I promised Jasper we’d be there.”

“You look…” Words failed me as I took in her tits. “I’m about to nut in my pants, babydoll. Tell Jasper to send us some pictures.”

I pouted when she sidestepped me. “You look good enough to eat yourself. We’ll go and stay long enough to have fun. Then we’ll see how the night progresses.”

“You’re going to kill me with your sexy ass. This fucking party better be worth it.”

Bella rubbed her small baby bump. “Come on, old man. I turn into a pumpkin after midnight.”


HADES had been decorated to look like an artist’s image of hell. My party was on the VIP floor so we wouldn’t have to put up with basic fuckers. There were still too many men eye-fucking Bella, including some shitheads from Polaris. I quickly sat on the throne, which had been set up for me, and placed her on my lap.

“For the king and queen,” Rosalie said, putting a crown on my head and a tiara on Bella’s. One of Alice’s photographer friends snapped pictures of us until I shooed him away.

Several performers dressed up like gargoyles and devils did acrobatics from the ceiling. Bella clapped enthusiastically for the fire eaters and jugglers. I was just glad to see the fucking safety glass and shit Jasper had set up. Jessica walked around the room leading a few of the top strippers on a leash while the single fuckers drooled at the spectacle.

“This is a wild party, but it’s so much fun,” Bella said, nibbling on my ear.

I smirked. “Keep that up and your party time will over very soon.”

Suddenly, a white tiger in a cage was wheeled out. “What the fuck is this?” I asked, looking around the room.

Strand and Meriwether from Polaris stepped forward. “Happy birthday, Cullen,” Strand bellowed, shaking my hand.

Meriwether followed suit. “He’s great, isn’t he?

Bella stared at them as if they were missing a few brain cells. “This is very generous of you, but we can’t keep a tiger. Our babies…”

“Bella is right,” I said, silencing her with a quick kiss. “Re-gift it to one of our friends and say it’s from me. Thanks. Enjoy the fucking party.”

When they left, I turned to Bella and showed her my phone. “I got a dog. He’s a Great Dane. What do you think, babydoll?”

“He’s huge! What’s his name? Where did you get him? Are you sure it’s safe for him to be around Dante? Is he good with small babies and children?” she asked, taking the Iphone from my hand.

“I got him during my trip to London. He’s being tested and trained by a guy who does security for our Organization. I’ll be allowed to bring him home next week. I think Dante will love him. His name is Alphie, but I’m gonna call him Capone.”

My babydoll giggled loudly. “Only you would have a dog named Al Capone. He’s very handsome. I just have to make sure he’s fine with the babies. Onyx might be afraid of him, though.”

I laughed. “I’m not responsible if he eats Onyx or some shit.”

“Edward! He better not hurt my baby. She is so special to me.”

Still smiling, I kissed the tip of her nose. “I was only kidding. Capone’s a lover, not a fighter unless there’s real danger.”

A few minutes later, Jasper walked up to the throne. “Dude, stop feeling up my baby sister and tell me how you like the party.”

I noticed Alice was wearing a skin tight black bodysuit and Jasper’s hand was on her ass. “I’ll stop when you stop, motherfucker. Quit feeling up my sister.”

“Boys.” Alice and Bella said in unison, rolling their eyes.

“Seriously, though, how is it?” I had to admire the way Jasper had taken over HADES.

“It’s fucking nice, man. Thanks for going all out. I appreciate it.”

“Cool. The guest DJ is about to do a set of your favorite dance songs. Then we’ll have cupcakes. I got a mix of pot and regular. I didn’t know if you can have weed with your, condition and stuff…” He said, nervously rubbing his neck.

Bella smiled. “I don’t think one pot cupcake will lead you down the road of destruction, do you, honey?”

“Mhmm, I think you’re right,” I agreed, rubbing the soft skin on her upper thigh.

“I’m ready to dance,” Bella declared, standing up. “Come on.”

Groaning, I let her drag me out onto the floor just as one of my favorite old school hip hop jams started blaring from the speakers. People were going wild. The DJ was hype as fuck.

Bella bent forward, popping her ass and rolling her hips. Two fuckers close to us almost lost their lives staring at her. I was about to pull out my ankle piece when Felix moved them along.

“What the fuck are you doing, babydoll? Come here.”

She walked right into my arms. “I was twerking. Bree and Maggie taught me how to do it. It’s a little harder when you’re pregnant.”

“Fucking twerking,” I mumbled, settling my hands over her ass cheeks. “Forget that new shit. I like old school grinding just fine.”

She turned around, positioning her ass right over my bulge. “Like this, Edward?” she asked, swiveling her hips.

“Just like that, babydoll. Fuck.”

We dry humped through a couple of slow Jamaican jams. Bella’s breathing had sped up dramatically, and I was about to bust a fucking blood vessel. I needed to fucking come.

Somehow I managed to maneuver Bella over to a dark secluded corner. She was about to get down on her knees, but I stopped her. “Save it for later. A handjob will work now.”

“Anything you want, honey. It’s your birthday,” Bella purred before unbuckling my pants. She spit in her hand and started working me from base to tip.

“I love you in jeans,” she said, licking the skin along my jaw. “The way they encase your big cock is so sexy. I always imagine removing them…having my way with you.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, halting her wrist movements. “A little slower, babydoll.”

She looked up at me, batting her long eyelashes. “That’s not what I’ll be screaming later.”

I was so gone all I could was mutter, “What?”

“Later. When you’re in my mouth, when you’re in my pussy, when you pound my ass… I’ll be screaming for you to go faster.”

“Ungh! Shit!” I came hard, coating her hands in thick globs of semen.

I took off my shirt and used it to clean us up. Bella seemed to be mesmerized by my fucking abs. I kissed her soundly, letting my hands explore her wet pussy. She was so ready to be fucked.

People tried to drag us into conversation as we passed. Jasper and Alice took one look at us and started laughing. I let Bella grab some food from the kitchen and then we headed straight to the lair.

I had my babydoll’s dress off before the panel was closed. She tried to run to the bedroom, but I caught her. While she put up a weak ass fight, I spanked her ass. Her little red thong didn’t stand a chance once I bent her over my knee.

“After all these years, you still surprise me, Bella. That dancing shit was hot. Total MILF moment.”

She wiggled, her tight little body making me harder than ever. “Are you going to talk or fuck me?”

Next thing I knew she was deep throating my dick while I worked her pussy. “Come on my fingers. I want to taste you.”

She climbed into my lap. “Not yet. I want you to destroy my pussy. Make me squirt, old man.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist as she rode me hard. Bella’s pussy was always tight and it was fucking amazing how she stretched to fit my girth. I bent down, suckling on her nipples while she pulled my hair.

“I’m coming, Edward. Oh my god!” she screamed, biting my shoulder.

When she calmed down, I guided her to the armrest. “You promised me your ass and it is my birthday.”

I used some of the moisture from her first orgasm to work my cock into her rosebud. Bella quickly relaxed and helped me play with her clit. Her ass was pure heaven. I’d been a fucking fool to ever… Not gonna go there!

“Ungh! Faster… Right there…Oh god! Oh god! Yes, yes, yes,” she squealed, her nails digging into the sofa.

“I’m going to fucking come, babydoll. I’m going to cover your ass with my spunk. Do you want to join me?” I asked, grunting hard.

“Oh god, yes!”

She clamped down on me like a steel trap. I pinched her breasts, prolonging her pleasure. Then when I couldn’t take anymore, I came gloriously over and over again until I saw nothing but darkness.

The next time I opened my eyes, Bella was hovering over me. “Let’s shower. I think you deserve a cupcake after all your hard work.”

Of course I ended up fucking her in the shower. We barely made it out of the steamed up bathroom alive. I helped Bella into one of my old Harvard tees. She looked fucking cute and it did things to my heart.

We ate again, this time feeding each other. Bella practically devoured the whole spread. My angel was always magnificent, but when she was pregnant… there was just an inner glow which drew me like a moth to a flame.

“Okay, here’s your dessert,” she said, handing me a cupcake with a pot leaf design in the frosting. “Mine is a regular one but it has chocolate filling.”

“Have you ever smoked weed, Bella?

She wrinkled her nose. “No, and I know that makes me a prude in this day and age. Jasper had a bong, and even Angela smoked a few joints. I was just really into being a good girl.”

I kissed her forehead. “What we just did proves you’re not a prude, babydoll. I like your commitment to stay away from drugs and shit. I’m still going to eat this cupcake, though.”

There wasn’t enough weed in it to get me high; instead I just felt really blissed out and mellow. I didn’t know if it was because of the marijuana or Bella’s lovemaking—probably the sex.

For the rest of the night, Bella let me have her in every way imaginable. We had to be a little more inventive since she was pregnant and tired easily, but it was fucking magical. I even made her fucking squirt.

“I love you, babydoll,” I whispered, drifting off into a perfect sleep. We were great again. I planned to call Jenks and have him end all the divorce shit. Then I’d talk to Bella about moving back into the mansion.

Our love had survived many obstacles. I didn’t need pills; I just needed Bella and our family. She was my miracle. One day I would make her proud—first as a Senator and afterwards maybe as the Governor. With my angel by my side, anything was possible.


Everything went to shit Monday afternoon. Jenks refused to return my calls. I’d made love to Bella all weekend long, but then she began avoiding my texts and messages. Since I had a busy day at the office, I wasn’t able to see her. Jane promised me Bella was fine, just busy.

I fired three interns for wearing cologne that smelled like road kill. Everyone in the office was acting like I was crazy. There were whispers about me being a fucking tyrant.

Eventually it was time to clock out. I drove the Phantom straight to Bella’s mansion. William answered the door. He told me Bella was in the library reading a book, and Dante was napping. I thanked him and made small talk before going to find my lovely wife.

“Hey, babydoll. I missed you today,” I said, holding my arms out for a hug.

She set her book aside and patted the spot next to here. “Come sit. We have to talk, Edward. Jenks called me. Um, you left a voicemail…”

I sat beside her. “Yeah, I wanted to make sure he cancelled all the divorce shit. When can I move back into the house? I promise it’s going to work this time.”

“We’re still getting divorced. Why would you think I’d changed my mind?”

I had to be fucking hearing things. “Stop joking, babydoll.”

“I’m not joking.” I searched her eyes, my heart beginning to beat faster.

I backed away from her. “We spent all weekend fucking. You… You said you loved me. What the hell is going on, babydoll?”

She sighed. “I’ll always love you, Edward. Love doesn’t mean I can still be your wife after the infidelities. Our marriage is over. I just…wanted you to have a good birthday. I was saying goodbye to you in my own way. I’m sorry if I led you…”

“You fucking bitch!” I screamed. “How could you get my hopes up and then stomp on my motherfucking heart? You’re worse than the other whores!”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered pathetically. “I never promised you anything besides friendship. The sexual stuff just kind of happened. Please don’t be mad.”

I took out a switchblade. Then, I walked over to her bookcase. I removed the rare books Atwood had given her and began ripping pages. I tore it all to shreds, kicked over tables, and threw glass picture frames all around the room. Bella begged for me to stop, but I ignored her.

“Fucking bitch,” I mumbled, lighting the fireplace. I threw everything I could get my hands on into the flames. Bella didn’t want me, she didn’t want the mansion, and she didn’t want my love. Well fuck her!

I was vaguely aware of Felix and Jane coming to subdue me. Later, Dr. Uley walked into the room. I confessed everything about not taking my meds. I told him I wanted to go back to the white padded room—nobody could hurt me in the nuthouse.

“Edward,” he said, shining a light in my eyes. “You are in the middle of a manic episode. Have you taken any drugs or drank any alcohol?”

I bent over, suddenly feeling nauseated. “I had a pot cupcake on my birthday, only one. I haven’t touched liquor or anything else.”

“The cupcake had nothing to do with this episode. We’ve been over this time and time again—you can’t go off your medicines. They work to stabilize the chemicals in your brain which lead to this type of behavior. I bet you’ve been feeling on top of the world lately, right?”

I nodded. “Bella was going to take me back.”

He looked at me with pity in his eyes. I hated it. “No. She blames herself, but this is not her fault either. Look, I have to drug test you just to be sure. You don’t need the white room; you just need your medicine and a good night’s sleep.”

I didn’t even remember riding to the clinic, but I accepted the cup Uley’s lab tech put in my hand. After I went to the bathroom and filled it up, Uley gave me a bunch of pills. He told me to drink plenty of water. Then, he asked Felix to drive me to my Penthouse and to make sure I went to bed.

“Are you going to tell Marcus and Caius?” I asked, my voice sounding thick and foreign.

“I have to disclose all information about relapses. I’m sure they’ll understand. What’s important is for you to get better. You gave Bella quite a scare.”

I hung my head in shame. “Are the babies okay? Did she get sick? Please, I need to see her.”

“She’s fine and so are your children. You can’t see her tonight, Edward. Go home.”

The trip to the Penthouse was long and boring. Felix practically carried my ass to the bedroom. I took a quick shower and changed into my pajamas. Soon after that, I noticed my phone was buzzing with missed messages.

“I’m so sorry, Edward. Please forgive me. I never wanted to make you sick. I’m so sorry.” –Bella

I typed a quick reply.

“I was sick way before I met you, babydoll. I’m sorry. I’ve been off my meds. I just… I just wanted to win you over. I’ll replace all the shit I broke. Please stay in bed and keep our babies safe.”—Edward

Her text came almost immediately.

“I don’t care about the books and stuff. Feel better, honey. Married or not, I’ll always be here for you. Goodnight.”—Bella.

My eyes had only been closed a few minutes when I heard my father laughing. I turned around, spying him sitting in a corner chair. Uley had warned it would take a while for the pills to kick in…

“Cheer up, Anthony. In about six or seven years, you’ll be just like me,” he said. When he stood up I realized he was covered in blood. He looked the same as when I’d found him dead in his mistresses’ apartment.

“Fuck off. I’m going to be around a long time. I’ll be here to hold my grand kids and even great grand kids.” I prayed to God it was true.

Sunday, June 1, 2014


"Um, I want to buy a house, Edward. It really doesn't make sense for me to stay in the mansion once the divorce is final," Bella said, her dark eyes darting around the room. She was obviously looking for a fucking escape route.

"Hell no! I built that mansion for you and our children. End of discussion!" I screamed loud enough to make her cry.

She sniffled. "You never listen to a word I say."

I glared at her petulant expression. "Because you never make any goddamn sense. Now come over here and give me a kiss before I head to the Capitol."

Mafia informant says Italian politicians helped build criminal empire

Italy’s much-feared Camorra mafia has been able to build up a lucrative criminal empire thanks to the collusion of politicians of all stripes, a godfather-turned-informant has told a court.

Politicians from the Left and Right were all as corrupt as each other, according to Antonio Iovine, who was head of the Camorra and went on the run for 14 years before being finally caught hiding in a flat in the town of Casal di Principe, outside Naples.

He was jailed in 2010 on charges of murder, extortion and criminal association, but only turned informer, or “pentito” in Italian, in the last few weeks.

“I’m well aware of the crimes which have stained my past, but the Camorra are not the only ones responsible,” said Iovine, incongruously nicknamed in Neapolitan dialect 'O Ninno, or The Baby.

Iovine, 49, who was a member of the notorious Casalesi clan within the Camorra, explained: “There was money for everyone in a system that was completely corrupt.

“It made no difference what political colour a mayor was because the system operated - and still operates - “ in the same way.” “Generally, I was totally indifferent as to who put themselves forward to be mayor because whoever won automatically became part of the system that we were running.” His scathing critique of the level of corruption encountered by the Camorra in their dealings with politicians and businessman was contained in statements recently made to investigators.

The statements were submitted yesterday as evidence to a court in Naples where Enrico Fabozzi, a former counselor with the centre-Left Democratic Party, is on trial accused of having colluded with the mafia.

Iovine’s senior position and his control of the Camorra’s finances mean that his revelations could be explosive, according to Roberto Saviano, an investigative journalist whose book about the Camorra, Gomorrah, was made into an award-winning film.

He was forced into hiding after receiving threats from the mob.

“Antonio Iovine’s collaboration with police will make the Italian political and business worlds tremble,” Mr Saviano wrote last week in the daily newspaper La Repubblica. “He knows everything.”

Monday, May 13, 2013

Naughty Rendezvous 9: Lost Without You

A/N: This is just some lemon juice to keep you happy until the next update. It's Edward and Bella's time at Surrender from Chapter 20. Enjoy.

I'm lost without you
Cant help myself
How does it feel
To know that I love u baby
Tell me how u love me more
And how
you think I'm sexy baby
That u don
't want nobody elseYou don't want this guy u dont want that guy u wanna
Touch yourself when u see me
Tell me how u love my body
And how I make u feel baby
You wanna roll with me u wanna hold with meYou wanna stay warm and get out of the cold with me
I just love
to hear u say it
It makes a man feel good baby
Tell me
you depend on me
I need
to hear it
'm lost without you
Cant help myself
How does it feel
To know that I love u baby

Lost Without You-Robin Thicke


Bella was fucking killing me. I had her in my lap, her hot pussy right over my throbbing cock. She alternated between licking a cherry lollipop and kissing my neck. The hornier she got, the closer her hips came to mine.

"Mmmm. Edward," she murmured lazily. "I want... I want..."

I reached down and gathered some of her honey. My babydoll moaned loudly, her head falling onto my shoulder. I let my hand slide up and down her elegant back. She shivered, her hardened nipples pressed against my chest. I had to have her or die trying to make us one.

"Tell me, babydoll. I'll do anything for you."

She grabbed my cock, her little hand unable fit all the way around my girth. "I want to suck it."

I fucking tried to control myself, but I ended up coming all over Bella's lower body. She She kiss me hard, her little noises prolonging my orgasm. For a long time, I saw nothing.

When I came back to my senses, Bella was on her knees licking my dick head. It didn't take long until I rose to the occasion again.

"Condom?" I asked, not really giving a fuck if we went bareback.

She shook her head. "Just you."

My babydoll gazed up, a small smile on her lips. I stroked her hair and closed my eyes. If I watched, I'd just end up embarrassing myself yet again. Everything Bella did felt fucking fantastic-she made me want more with each lick.

Soon, her smooth hands joined the mix. I groaned, pulling her hair more forcefully than was comfortable to her. She pulled back a little and changed direction. Each time she stroked me, her nails would gently side against my balls.

"Fuck me! I missed this so much, babydoll."

She began sucking the tip, her tongue circling the whole head. I thrust, which caused her to swallow. Bella gagged before coming back to finish the job. By that time, I was all out fucking her mouth.

"Come," she mumbled. "I want to taste you."

I creamed my babydoll's sweet little tongue. She lapped up every last drop and kept licking me through my entire orgasm. Then, she clibmed back up into my lap and shared the taste with me.

"You're turn," I whispered, laying her down on the bench.

She opened her legs wide, her eyes watching me carefully. I attacked my babydoll's clit first and used my fingers to open up her center. She raised her hands above her head, letting me lead while she rode my tongue.

"Ahhh, Edward!" she screamed, her hips gyrating. "I can't take it!"

I crammed three fingers into her pussy as I nibbled on her thighs. Bella whimpered and thrashed so much I thought she'd accidentally hurt herself. On and on we went until she pushed me away.

"I think I have to pee," she admitted shyly, pushing me away.

I laid down on the floor, licking my lips to savor Bella's taste. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Remember when I made you squirt before?"

My babydoll slapped my shoulder. "How can I forget, Edward? It was one of the weirdest sex things we've ever done. I need... I need to take a shower."

I led Bella back to the shower rooms and tried not to whine too much when she pushed me out of her stall. We bathed quietly, both of us rushing to get finished quickly. I felt like I'd died and gone to pussy heaven.

After awhile, we were clean and sated. Bella was hungry, so we stopped to eat. She was way too sexy for her own good, making googly eyes and licking her fork suggestively. I wished I could have thrown the table aside and fucked her in the booth.

"Why did you blow me without a rubber?"

Bella almost choked on the Coke she was drinking. "I missed having you in my mouth. It turns me on."

An hour later, I opened up door number three. Bella glanced at me, her eyes sparkling. She fucking loved fantasy and role play. Smirking, I slipped the tiny robe off her shoulders and pushed her inside the room.



I couldn't see a damn thing, but I knew Edward was behind me. For a long time, nothing happened, and then a large hand covered my breast. I bit down on my lip to suppress the scream threatening to come out of my mouth.

"You're trembling, babydoll. Do I make you nervous?" he asked, biting down on her earlobe.

I guided his hand towards my nether regions. "You make me feel naughty."

Suddenly, I was pressed against a padded wall. Edward's lip bruised mine in a punishing kiss which left me weak in the knees. He grabbed my ass, lifting me until I wrapped my legs around his hips.

One move, and I'll be balls deep inside of your pussy," he said, his voice husky.

I regrettably had to push him away. "I'm not ready."

Edward began to fall, taking me with him. I expected to feel a hard floor, but we were obviously on a bed. I held onto him tightly as he rolled us around, his tongue tangling with mine in the age old dance of seduction.

"I'm gonna give you what you want," Edward promised while squeezing my left tit.

Before I realized what was happening, he was mounting me. I clawed at the mattress, my nails an afterthought. Edward smacked me hard on the ass. Then, I fet something warm and sticky around my rosebud. I spread my legs wider.

"I want you to come hard, tesoro," Edward ordered, his voice shaky.

He inserted what felt like a glass dildo into my ass, going slowly as to not cause me pain. I yelled and tried to get away, because the pleasure was too much too soon. Edward bit down on my ass cheek which made me yelp.

"More," I begged, my desperation almost embarrassing.

Soon, the dildo was inside of my rosebud. Edward grunted, working it in and out until I
was almost insane. The deeper he went, the more I screamed. The dildo felt great but nothing was as good as Edward's long thick cock up my ass.

"I want you!" I exclaimed, reaching back for Edward.

He groaned. "You're not ready. I won't...I won't push you."

I raised my hips and jiggled my ass to taunt him. "Please."

The sound of a condom wrapper being broken echoed through the room, and then, Edward was inside of me. I pushed back and came hard. He lifted me up, his arms wrapping around my torso. My body swayed from side to side as he took his pleasure violently. It hurt so damn good.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"


Edward's finger which had been in my cunny was suddenly in my mouth. I nibbled and sucked until he removed his hands, using them to hold my hips in place. It felt like I was being torn apart but in the most glorious way possible.

Much later, we laid tangled in each others arms. Edward clapped his hand, causing several lights to come on at once. We were in a dark blue padded room with a large bed in the center.

I rolled over and kissed the tattoo over Edward's heart. "That was... I really don't know how to describe it. I feel so good."

Edward caressed my cheek, his eyes closed. "Next time I want to feel you without any barriers. I hate fucking rubbers."

Laughing, I rubbed my cheek against his chest. "You're lucky to be getting anything."

He rolled, trapping me under his large body. "I know, babydoll. I love you so much. Thanks for tonight."

The next morning we left SURRENDER. I told Edward I'd give the club five stars on Yelp, which made him laugh his ass off. Even though it was no longer our place, I knew I'd never forget the night of fantasy sex I'd spent with Edward. He really was special to me, and I hoped we remained friends and lovers even after the divorce.

I hope you enjoyed it as much as me. Stay naughty.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Chapter 21: Together Part 1

A/N: Thanks for all the love last chapter. I didn't have time to reply, but I read them all. Also, play around the blog to hear the song and see pictures for this chapter.

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there. You are the best!

I know to be there
When and where, I'll be there
You know what's to be said
We said out loud, we never said
premonition of the world comes to me
A sun in your hands from the middle life
Says I'm alright. You said you don't have to speak
I can hear you
I can't feel all the things you've ever felt before
I said it's been a long time
Since someone looked at me that way
It's like you knew me
And all the things I couldn't say
Together, to be
Together and be
Together, to be
Together and be
Together, to be
Together and be
Together, to be

Together-The xx


I watched Dante out of the corner of my eye as I cracked eggs for a tomato and basil quiche. Mi figlio was having an exciting morning playing his new loud-ass drum set from the comfort of his cushy playpen. I couldn't complain, though. I loved it when my babydoll and son slept over. Without them, the fucking Penthouse was lonely.

"Da da, dis!" he yelled, pointing at his mouth. It was his way of telling me he was hungry.

I smiled and began putting small pieces of prosciutto and Focaccia bread in his favorite bear bowl. Then, I poured some organic apple juice into his bottle--he still preferred the bottle over sippy cups.

"Here you go, figlio," I said, sitting the food down next to him. "You're fucking lucky I love you."

He picked up a piece of bread and tried to shove it in my mouth. After a few minutes of play time, I left him to eat in peace. Later, I planned to take him out with me. It was important for me to bond with him since I'd missed so much in the beginning.

I was just removing the sticky buns from the oven when I felt Bella's presence. After putting them aside to cool, I glanced over. She was standing in the doorway watching me closely. I almost fucking bust a nut when I got a good look at her long legs and hard nipples. Pregnancy always made her hot, so she only slept in shit like camis and underwear.

"Good morning, babydoll," I greeted nicely. "How did you sleep?"

Her beautiful eyes met mine. "I slept well, Edward. What is that delicious smell?"

I adjusted myself while she went to stand by the stove. She put a piece of Focaccia on a plate and covered it with fresh mozzarella cheese. Then she handed it all over to me. I turned the grill on and warmed it to perfection.

"You always spoil me when I come over," she said, a blush covering her cheeks.

I smirked. "I could have spoiled you so much more if you'd come to my bed last night."

My babydoll pulled on the tie of the periwinkle silk robe she was wearing and smiled. I took the opportunity to take off my t-shirt, leaving me in basketball shorts and nothing else. Bella made a small sound and crossed her legs. She fucking loved my bare chest.

"It's pretty fucking hot in here," I said before rubbing some cool water on my abs. "I woke up and boxed this morning."

Bella practically squeaked,"Um, I should go eat..."

Fast as lightening, I picked her up and placed her on the counter. She breathed heavily as I put a warm piece of bread to her lips. Slowly, she opened her mouth, taking a huge bite. I leaned forward and licked a crumb from the corner of her mouth.

"Is it good, babydoll?"

"So good," she replied, opening her legs so I could come closer.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes," Her voice was almost breathless.

Who knows what the fuck would have happened if our son hadn't chosen that moment to throw his bear bowl out of the playpen and scream, "Ma ma, no!"

Bella scrambled off the counter, running over before I could get myself under control. She lifted DC out of his playpen, covering his fat face with kisses. I swear he fucking winked at me as she cradled him to her breast. Mi figlio was still the best cockblocker on the West coast.

Sighing, I finished making breakfast and put it all on the table. Dante oohed and ahhed as my babydoll fed him a piece of warm sticky bun. When our eyes met, she shrugged and mouthed, 'Later'. I really fucking hoped I'd get some pussy later, but I had my doubts.

Breakfast was great. We put DC in his high chair and made conversation. Bella refused to tell me anything about my birthday gift while I begged ridiculously. Our son mainly ignored us and played with his alphabet blocks.

"So, what have you got planned today?" I asked Bella casually.

She took a sip of orange juice before replying. "I'm going over the schedule for our next few book tour stops with Angela. I think I want to postpone New York until after I have the twins."

I nodded. "Good idea. I'm going with you so have her add it to my schedule when you decide."

"Um, well you see... Giles is supposed to join us at the New York stop. It's easier for him to meet there since he's coming from London," she informed me, her voice nervous.

I laughed. "I don't fucking care, Bella. We're still very much together. The sooner Giles realizes he doesn't have a fucking chance, the better."

Bella balled up her fists, her eyes shooting fire my way. "In case you missed the memo, we are getting divorced! You can't tell me who I can and can't be friends with, Edward. Giles and I..."

"Stop using him to make me jealous!" I snarled, my own anger matching hers. "It's obvious you don't care for him."

"Oh really! Is that why we spent half of last night talking via webcam?" Her fork dropped the moment she finished the sentence.

I chewed the quiche slowly, letting her sweat it out. "You spent the night talking to Giles. If it was me and you we'd have been fucking long distance. Remember when I made you touch your pussy and pretend it was me? I bet that motherfucker has never even seen your treasure."

"You're so damn cocky," Bella hissed, standing up. "Well I may be knocked up and alone, but I still have options."

"I never said you didn't babydoll! I fucking love you. I'm your soulmate, remember? The divorce doesn't mean shit to me, because you'll always be mine."

She sat back down. "You've had years of experience... I've only had you, and it turned out badly. I'm not saying I can ever be sexual with any man, Giles included, but I need time to explore my feelings. I know I shouldn't have led you on in L.A., but I was having a weak moment. We can't stay stuck in this rut, Edward."

"You're free to do whatever you want," I said curtly. "Just don't think I'll sit idly by and let some other man take my family away. You know deep down we belong together."

After breakfast, Bella went to get DC ready for the day. I took a quick cold shower and dressed in some casual clothes. I only had a half day of work for the Polaris business, and then DC and I could hit up the city. I liked showing him shit and watching his reactions.

A few hours later, I helped Bella into the Phantom. She was wearing some short ass purple dress and wedge shoes. The whole ensemble showed off her tits and ass way too much. I tried to hold my fucking tongue, but it was driving me batshit crazy.

"Go ahead and say it," she muttered, glaring at me.

I exhaled loudly. "Please go change. That shit is too fucking short and tight. I won't be with you. What if some fucker grabs your ass? Do you want me to commit a homicide today?"

Bella leaned across the console and kissed my cheek. "I'll be fine, Edward."


"Mister Cullen, would you like to see the striped bunny dresses in pink or yellow," the sales assistant asked while I gazed at the rack.

DC sat quietly and played with his toys while i used my shoe to push his stroller back and forth. Three women had come up to me the minute I entered the baby boutique and after they saw my son, they'd really stuck to us.

"Both," I answered. "I also want the Gingham silk for infant sizes in all colors."

"You have wonderful taste," the sales lady gushed, clasping her hands together.

I smiled graciously. "Oh, and my wife is very fond of sunflowers so anything with those I'll buy."

While they went to wrap up boxes, I picked out a few pairs of jeans and polo shirts for Dante. His little but was growing out of shit every day. It was a good thing we were rich, because feeding and clothing small kids was fucking expensive.

"You like this," I asked, holding up a 7 For All Mankind jean set for Dante. He tried to chew the fucking hanger, so I took it as a yes.

An hour later, Felix was loading boxes in to my trunk. He rolled his eyes when he saw all the shit I'd brought. Everyone, including my babydoll, said I went overboard with the kids. I just wanted them to have the best. Besides, I'd spent my entire life fucking up shit and killing so they could live well.

A little after two, we met up with Carlisle to have lunch. He'd picked a spot near the hospital and it was busy with medical school students getting takeout. Bitches kept giggling and coming up to talk to me, so I kept my Tungsten ring in full view.

Carlisle tickled DC's stomach before sitting down. He looked fucking tired but still really happy. I noticed young and old women flirted with him, too. My mom was lucky to have a husband who loved her and remained faithful. These last few years had really made me look up to Carlisle--I wanted to be more like him.

The restaurant was cafeteria style, so we'd gotten our own food. DC had tried to shove his french fries up his nose until I showed him the correct way to eat them. A little bit of ketchup and he was good to go.

"This place has the best turkey club in Seattle," Carlisle remarked while adding mayonnaise and mustard to his sandwich.

After eating some of my steak sub and Greek salad, I had to agree. Though I preferred fancy restaurants, there were some casual places which were just as good. I made a mental note to get something to go for my babydoll.

"How are you, son? Any questions about the pregnancy you want me to answer? As far as I can tell, the girls are developing normally. Your mom and I are over the moon. We love it when you guys add to the family."

I smiled. "Nah, I think I know a lot about pregnancy and changing hormones. Bella drives me fucking crazy, but I'm glad I'm here to live the experience with her. I won't fuck up again."

He nodded. "I know it's going to be stressful on you both with three small children. Plus the next few months will be crucial for Bella. I'll do everything within my power to make sure she stays healthy."

"I didn't think I wanted kids," I admitted, glancing over at my son. "Now, I can't imagine my life without DC and the little babydolls. I'm just worried about Bella. I know giving birth to twins can cause...complications."

Carlisle patted me on the back. "Bella is a healthy young woman who has already been through one successful birth. The odds are in her favor. If she shows any signs of distress, I'll have her put on bed rest. So far, her blood pressure and vitals look fantastic. Just keep taking care of her the same way you did last time."

After our talk, I felt much better. I knew it would literally kill me to lose Bella or the twins. I had done some bad things, but those were my sins not theirs. Doctor Crowley was always telling me to stay positive, though. With my illness, I couldn't afford to stress out about shit that might never occur.

DC and I spent the rest of the day at the Seattle Children's Museum and the mall. I made sure to use plenty of sunscreen on his fat rolls and tried to keep a hat on his head. We attracted lots of female attention, but I only had thoughts for my angel.

It was almost seven when we pulled up to the Penthouse garage. DC had fallen asleep in the car, so I carried his little limp body up to the Penthouse. Felix stayed down to load up the boxes.

"Aren't you off work yet?" I heard Jessica's nasally voice ask as I stepped off the elevator.

Then I watched in horror as Jane and she practically fucked against the wall. Jane was much taller, so Jessica had to wrap her legs around Jane's waist. They were dry humping and fondling each other's breasts.

I cleared my throat loudly. "Stop that shit! There are children present, and I really don't want to be accused of making porn without a license."

Jane jumped away from Jessica, straightening her gray vest. "Sorry, boss."

I decided to go easy on her. "It's alright. Where's Bella? Did anybody touch her ass today?"

Jessica rolled her eyes. "You are such a stalker, Edward. It would have never worked out between us."

I laughed. "Like you had a chance."

"I'm glad you're happy," Jessica said sincerely. "I'm happy, too, but I'd be happier if you let my lover come home early. Pleassssse."

I waved them away. "Go ahead."

There were some female squealing and slurping noises before I finally managed to open the front door. The first thing I noticed was Bella passed out on the sectional. She was still wearing the same dress, but her shoes had been removed. She looked so fucking peaceful curled under a yellow throw blanket. Of course the demon cat was perched next to her feet.

After I put DC in his bed, I went to join my babydoll. I had to splash the fucking cat with water to get it to leave before sitting down. Bella mumbled and shifted, which made the blanket fall a bit. I drooled as I got an eyeful of her creamy tits.

Making sure to stay quiet, I began rubbing her feet. Everything about her was so small and delicate. I thought it was amazing her little body could bring forth something as huge as Dante. Women really were the strongest beings on Earth. I'd been such a goddamn fool to think all females were worthless.

"Edward," she whispered, her eyes fluttering open. "What time is it? Where is my little lamb?"

"It's almost eight. DC is asleep in his bed. I tired him out, so he should sleep through the night. How do you feel, babydoll?"

"Exhausted," she answered, sitting up. "I don't remember being this tired with Dante."

I had to put my foot down. "I'm cutting you to ten hours a week. We have enough money, so you can stay home and write. I know you're stubborn as fuck but think about the babies."


She laid back down so I could finish the foot massage. I put pressure on her insoles and rubbed her upper foot. She whimpered, her eyes widening. I kissed each of her tiny toes, which made her giggle. My angel was pretty ticklish.

I told Bella about the hand painting DC and I made for her and how well he did with the other kids. Sure, he had tantrums but he got over shit pretty quickly. My babydoll loved hearing about our day, her smile almost blinding me.

"He loves it when you spend time with him. Thank you, Edward."

I opened a bottle of water and took a long slug. "No problem. He's my son, too. I like the little dude. He's pretty funny."

Suddenly, Bella climbed on my lap and started kissing me long and hard. I placed my hand on her ass, pulling her close. She hummed and nibbled on my top lip, letting her palmhand wander to my crotch. I stilled her hand before she could continue further.


She laid her head on my shoulder. "I know, and I"m sorry. It's just... Sometimes I want you so much. Why do you have to be so hot and sweet all at the same time?"

"A gift," I quipped, sniffing her hair. She smelled so fucking sweet.

She began sucking on my neck, her little tongue occasionally licking my ear. I was so hard it hurt. Luckily, I managed to remove her dress without changing our position. Despite the words Bella said, her body told me something different. She needed the sex as much as me.

"Let's go take a bath," I suggested, standing up with her in my arms.

After I set up the Jacuzzi jets and bubbles, I sat Bella on the edge of the tub. I opened her legs and buried my face in her snatch. She was already soaking wet and swollen with need. I ate her out while she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Don't stop," she begged, her nails digging into my bare back.


The first time I took her from behind, the force of my pumps making water splash over the edge. Bella came fast and hard, gasping and reaching back for me. The second time I laid against the tub while she rode my cock. My eyes never left her tits as they bounced proudly in front of my face. Occasionally, she'd lean down so I could get a taste.

"Delicious," I mumbled, squeezing her tight ass.

By the time we got out of the water, I felt like I was about to drop. Bella ordered food and fed me while I dozed in front of the television. She'd stolen one of my Harvard tees and cut out the shoulders. I thought she looked fucking sexy.

"Our babies might be made of pasta," she warned playfully, "I just want to eat it all the time!"

We didn't talk about the divorce or our lovemaking. I suspected she knew I needed a night of normality before things turned to shit. Holding my babydoll close, I drifted to sleep. She still felt something for me, even if it wasn't love.


Scowling, I looked down at Phil Dwyer. It was fucked up that a man I'd never heard of or met had the ability to hurt my babydoll worse than any foe. He looked harmless enough and had passed the background checks, but I was still fucking leery of his motives.

"Don't say shit until I tell you to speak," I ordered, pounding the table for emphasis. "If it was up to me, she'd never have to meet you."

Phil nodded. "I understand, Mister Cullen. My therapist says I need closure before I get married and..."

He didn't get to finish, because my babydoll entered the room. I had guards everywhere, and Dwyer had been strip searched. I figured he had to be desperate to consent to all our demands. When he saw Bella, his face turned white.

"You're as beautiful as your mother," he said, startling her.

I smacked him on the back of his head. "I fucking told you not to speak yet!"

Bella took a seat and held up her hand. "It's okay, Edward. Let him talk."

I took my post behind her and began rubbing her shoulders. She patted my hand, smiling to let me know she was fine. We'd chosen to have the meeting in my office conference room where there was a long table separating Dwyer from my angel.

"First off, I have to say what an honor it is to meet you, Bella. I knew you when you were little, but Renee kept our contact brief. She was always so worried you'd say something to your dad," he said, leaning forward.

Bella sniffled, using a tissue to wipe her nose. "You have to understand, I never knew my mom had an affair. Did my father know?"

Phil nodded, sadness all over him. "He threatened me once. He said he'd kill me if I didn't stop seeing her. Renee was bored in Forks, and I was missing Florida. It started out as a few one-night stands, but soon...soon I fell in love with her."

Bella gasped and squeezed my hand. "Why? I just don't understand. I have so few memories of my mom, but I know she loved Charlie."

"She did love him," he admitted. "She just made a mistake. I was younger than her and fool enough to believe she'd run away with me. She chose Charlie and you, and it just about killed me,"

"Why do you want me to know all this?" Bella asked, her shoulders trembling.

Dwyer stood up. "I need closure. After Renee died, I turned to the bottle. Two years ago, I entered hard core rehab. I met a wonderful woman who has changed me for the better. My therapist says I really won't be able to complete my journey until I let go of the past. I just... I just wanted to apologize to you. It's my fault Renee is dead."

"How so?" I asked, putting the guards on alert.

"That night... I called Renee and threatened to tell everyone about our affair. I said I'd put up pictures of us all over the police station where Charlie could see them. She...she was coming to see me that night. If I'd just left her alone... I'm so sorry, Bella. It's my fault you grew up without a mother."

Bella hiccuped as I pulled her into my arms. My father had been a serial cheater who didn't take his marriage vows seriously; however, Renee had chosen her family and husband over the affair. I didn't want my angel to hate the memory of her mother..

"I'm so sorry," Dwyer whispered, rocking back and forth.

Bella stopped crying and asked for a drink of water. Then she sat back down, composing herself beautifully. I was so proud of her strength and grace. She handled bad shit like a pro--she really was the right woman for me.

"I forgive you, Phil Dwyer. You weren't the drunk driver who hit my mother. Go ahead and live your life.

"Both of my parents are gone, but I know they are still somewhere looking down on me.  Despite Renee being gone, I had a great childhood. Though my time with my parents was brief, I experienced more love than most people will ever know. Don't let it weight you down any longer."

Dwyer thanked my babydoll repeatedly before being led from the room by a burly guard.
He took one last look at Bella before the door closed. I didn't know the fucker, but he had balls for even trying to make it right.

I dismissed everyone and held Bella while she played with a button on my shirt. For a long time, we didn't say anything. I paid special attention to her face to make sure she wasn't feeling sick.

"I don't hate my mom, Edward. She was weak, but I know she loved Charlie and me."

I kissed her forehead. "You're so brave, babydoll. I'm proud of you."

"Edward, Mister Dwyer isn't the only one I need to forgive today. I need to forgive you for what you did. It still hurts, and I suspect I'll always feel pain knowing you cheated on me."

"I'm so sorry, Bella," I whispered, holding her tightly. "I wish I could erase those months from our life together."

She squeezed my hand. "You know I still love you. I forgive you, but it's over. The marriage vows we took don't mean anything. Just give me some time, Edward. I'm not saying we'll never get back together, but we need to start over."

I wiped some stray tears from my eyes and kissed her silken cheeks. "Anything for you, babydoll. The divorce will be hard on me, but I understand completely. Promise me you won't abandon me. I really can't survive without you."

"I promise," she whispered. "I promise to always be your friend and partner. If it's meant to be, we'll end up together in the end."

Later, I managed to get Bella to tell me about the surprise birthday party Esme and Di had planned for me over the weekend. I told her I didn't want anything but her naked in bed, but she assured me her gift was even better than sex. I was pretty fucking skeptical.


I stepped off the private jet and hopped into a shiny black Mercedes Benz. The driver already had his instructions, taking off as soon as my bags were in the trunk. I'd told my babydoll I had a last minute work trip, because she would have killed me if she really knew my destination.

Even though it was after midnight, the streets were full of people. I watched from my window as a young man and woman embraced under the stars. I imagined it was my babydoll and I enjoying each other's company, though I was prepared for her never to speak to me again after she found out about my deceit.

I checked into my hotel suite to change before going back out. Wearing all black, I picked up an unregistered Maserati in the garage. Law enforcement in the States was bad enough, and I didn't need the Interpol fuckers after me, too.

The ride from Mayfair to Chelsea didn't take long. Luckily, there were places to park outside of the flat. Unlike the seedier parts of London, these streets were clean and safe. I made sure my Glock was loaded before exiting the vehicle.

It was too damn easy to pick the fucker's locks, so I used the excess time to go through his drawers. He was extremely organized and had way too many pictures of my babydoll in his office. Growling, I grabbed a bottle of his most expensive wine and poured it down the kitchen drain.

I was sitting on his white leather sofa when he walked through the door. Immediately, he pulled out the phone. I ran over and slapped it out of his hand. I really didn't see what Bella saw in the fucker, but I had to know she was safe with him. If it had of been up to me, he would have been swimming with the fishes long ago.

"Edward Cullen," he asked, confusion on his face. "Why are you in my flat?"

I smirked. "Sit down, Atwood. We need to talk about some shit."

The dumb fucker tried to run, so I was forced to knock him down. We wrestled on the floor, his weak punches nothing against my fists of fury. Soon I got tired of the shit and hit him with the butt of my gun. I checked his pulse to make sure he was passed out and not dead. Unfortunately, he was still breathing. It was going to be a long fucking night.

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Together Forever

Monday, May 6, 2013

Chapter 20: Million Dollar Man

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You said I was the most exotic flower
Holding me tight in our final hour
I don't know how you convince them and get them, but
I don't know what you do, it's unbelievable
And I don't know how you get over, get over
Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you

One for the money, and two for the show
I love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go
How did you get that way? I don't know
You're screwed up and brilliant,
Look like a million dollar man,
So why is my heart broke?
You got the world but baby at what price?
Something so strange, hard to define
It isn't that hard boy to like you or love you
I'd follow you down down down,
You're unbelievable
If you're going crazy just grab me and take me
I'd follow you down down down, anywhere anywhere

Million Dollar Man-Lana Del Rey


Edward paced the room, his large body agitated. We'd been in the SURRENDER changing room for almost an hour, and he had yet to make a move. If it hadn't been for the tent in his pants, I would have thought he didn't want me.

"I shouldn't have brought you here, babydoll," he muttered angrily. "I keep fucking shit up."

I slipped on a black silk robe, the feel of the fabric making my skin tingle. "What's the matter? I want to be here with you, Edward. Talk to me," I begged, touching his shoulder.

He turned around slowly. "You're so goddamned beautiful."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I just," he mumbled, "I want you to know I'll never come here again with anyone. I swear I'll never cheat again or go back to that destructive lifestyle, babydoll. I need you so much, but I'm afraid if we do this you'll use it against me later. I was so sure before but now…"

I pressed my body against his, my head on his chest. "I can't say I believe you about the cheating, because I don't. Some people would say I'm a fool to even be here with you, but it's my choice. I promise I won't throw it back in your face."

He started playing with my chin length hair while I listened to the soothing rhythm of his beating heart. We had so many issues to work out, but our attraction for one another was stronger than ever. Edward was the only man I'd let consume me, the only one who made me burn with desire.

"The last time I had sex was when we created our daughters," he said, placing his hand on my lower stomach. "I wasn't worthy that night either, but I'll never regret being with you in the moment. The darkness, the rain, the passion—it was so fucking perfect for us."

"Be with me now," I whispered, unbuckling his pants. "I need you, Edward."

He hesitated briefly, searching my eyes for permission. "This isn't just about me trying to get some pussy. I… I need to be close to you again."

I helped him put on a matching black robe before kissing his bearded jaw. "No more talking. I want to play."

Hand in hand, we walked down a long hallway. Each heavy black door we passed had a number written in gold lettering on the front. I was just about to ask Edward a question when we stopped in front of door number five.

"What's in there?" I asked, biting my lip nervously.

He grinned before turning the knob. On the other side of the door was an all white room with a strange-looking chair in the middle. I walked inside, Edward's warm hand on my lower waist.

"It's a Tantra chair, babydoll," he said huskily, backing away from me. "We can, uh, if you want..."

I bent over and touched the soft fabric. "I bet it'll feel great against my nipples."

Before I could articulate another thought, he was on me. It had been too long since I'd experienced Edward in all his glory. My whole body trembled as he roughly removed our clothing and pushed me down on the chair.

"Once we start this shit, I'm not stopping. You better be damn sure you want to proceed," he barked, sliding his hands over my ass.

"I told you I'm in."

Edward stood up causing me to whimper from the lost body heat. A few seconds later, I heard a button click and television screens appeared out of spaces in the wall— there must have been at least a dozen.

Suddenly, I heard sex noises and Edward's voice telling me to come for him.

"Remember when we did this?" He asked. "You were so damn horny that night."

I squeezed my thighs together as I watched Edward's thick cock slide into my rosebud. Anal sex always made me lose my mind, and my husband knew how to work my body perfectly. Seeing us on the screen only made me hornier.

"Now," I begged, glancing over at Edward's darkening eyes.

He chuckled. "Show me you want it."

Sighing, I poked my ass out and began playing with my clit. "Just do it already. I need to come!"

Instead of complying, Edward shook his head. My eyes narrowed when I saw him grab something from a nearby drawer. I was so wet my fingers kept slipping out of my core.

"Fine! I'll just finish myself off," I huffed, ignoring him.

Thwack. My mind registered the sound before the pleasure-pain. When I peeked over my shoulder I saw Edward's cock standing at full attention while he held a big leather paddle in his hand.

I felt his lips touch where he had just hit me. "You're such a spoiled brat, but I love you."

"No you don't!"

The next blow was much hard I had to bite down on the raised cushion. I knew the paddling would probably leave a mark but that knowledge just turned me on even more. I wanted Edward to mark me; I wanted the monster to show his face.

"Don't you ever say I don't love you, Bella! You're everything to me. I exist just to see you and our children smile. I loved you from the first moment I saw you, and I'll never stop."

I really hadn't planned anything more than a wild night of sex, and I didn't want our problems to ruin everything. "Okay, let's just not do this right now..."

The screaming in the videos got louder, drowning out my every thought. I wanted Edward as much as he wanted me. I was both disgusted and ecstatic at the realization there was a part of me which would always be his for the taking.

He smacked me twice more with the paddle before dropping it on the floor. Then his mouth and tongue were on my overheated and sore cheeks. I jumped when Edward began rimming me slowly, his finger testing the resistance.

"Promise me you'll never let another man touch you like this, babydoll. It would drive me insane," he mumbled.

I wanted to snap and say he'd touched other women in the same way, but the words died on my tongue. "You're already insane," I teased playfully.

Edward flipped me over and raised my legs over my head. His eyes were twinkling as he inserted a long and lubed up middle finger into my sphincter. My clit swelled with need. I was so close to creaming the Tantra chair.


"Ungh! Please!"

He laughed, his shoulders shaking with the effort. "You want me to fuck your little ass hard, don't you?"

I didn't have time to answer, because Edward buried his head in my pussy and went to town. The first orgasm curled my toes and made me see stars. The second and third orgasms rendered me helpless. I was screaming so loud I thought I'd lose my voice.

"Right there...right there," I chanted, using his hair as a guide.

Edward snarled. "That fucking hurts! You're going to make me go bald."

I giggled and panted loudly. "Bald men can be sexy."

When I opened my eyes again, Edward was hovering over me, staring at my face. I remained still while he buried his head in the crook of my neck and sniffed me. Then he kissed me on the lips. Knowing all my juices were still clinging to his lips, tongue, and beard caused my body to spasm.

"I love you," he whispered, licking me slowly. "You're so beautiful and passionate."

We continued to deep kiss until I felt Edward's cock throbbing against my entrance. I grabbed his meat, hoping to guide him home, but he stopped me. I was confused until I saw him reach down and pull out a condom.

"I know... I know you won't...not unless I use a fucking rubber..."

I blushed. "Oh, I almost forgot. You don't have to..."

He put his fingers over my lips. "You don't trust me, Bella--I can see it in your eyes. If using a Trojan is the only way to be with you, I'll gladly use one."

I nodded silently, watching Edward roll the prophylactic over his cock. He looked so sad and defeated. I loved going bareback with my husband, but that was before I found out about the cheating. Being pregnant meant I couldn't risk an STD or worse. He was right... I still didn't trust him at all.

I placed my hand over his heart. "I'm so sorry, Edward. I thought I could but..."

He grimaced. "It's okay. I didn't expect shit to get this far. We can leave or try out the other rooms. I know having sex with me must disgust you. I'm so fucking sorry."

"It's not that," I began, biting my lip. "I think I just need more time."

Edward kissed my forehead and turned away to get rid of the condom. When he returned, he picked me up and carried me to the door. I laid my head against his shoulder, gently sliding my fingertips through his scruffy beard.

"Good thing I'm a resourceful motherfucker. Let's go to the licking room. It has sweet lollipops and other shit you can put in your mouth."

I shivered. "Like what?"

He smirked. "What do you think?"

Oh my. "Just because I'm not ready for full-fledged sex doesn't mean I don't want to touch you, Edward. I still give mean head, and I love to swallow," I whispered, licking the shell of his ear.


"Remind me never to let Edward take you out the day before a book tour. You look positively wrecked," Angela complained while helping me into a pair of red heels.

I laughed. "Don't act like you and Ben haven't been fucking like bunnies since we've been here."

Angela hip-checked me. "Girl, we are living our dreams. I remember how many nights we stayed up thinking about what kind of men we'd marry."

"You did better than me in that area," I admitted.

She shook her head. "We both fell in love, Bella. Love isn't always roses and sunshine. I go through tings with Ben, too. You and Edward have something special."

"Then why did he cheat? I tried to be everything to him, Ang. I just feel so worthless sometimes."

Her eyes studied me carefully. "You know I don't condone what he did, but he was sick. I really have seen positive changes in him since he returned. Don't sacrifice your happiness by staying in the past."

I knew she was also talking about my other problem. "Did your parents ever say anything about Renee cheating on Charlie? Forks is so tiny and everyone knew each other's business..."

"I really don't think it was common knowledge. Do you know what you want to do about Phil? He seems pretty eager to meet you."

I thought about it and nodded my head. "I want to at least hear what he has to say. Edward has someone watching the guy and so far he checks out. I need closure, Ang."

An employee of the bookstore walked in the room smiling. "They're ready for you, Mrs. Cullen. You look great."

"Thanks," I said, smiling at the young woman. "Let's just hope my ankles don't swell up too much in these shoes."

The bookstore was packed with people of all genders and ages holding my book. I signed things while readers told me their personal love stories and asked about Vladimir and his family. For me, the best part of being a writer was knowing my words were affecting people.

Three hours later, I was ready to drop. The signing had been a complete success and brought the independent bookstore some good sales. I was talking to an elderly couple when I felt masculine hands encircle my waist.

"Pardon me, but I think my wife needs to go home and rest. She's expecting twins," Edward said in greeting, his voice like warm honey.

I quickly signed the couple's book and beamed as they congratulated us on the babies. I was so tired my husband had to hold me up. It had been a long two days, and I really just wanted to get home to Dante and my own bed.

"We still don't know if we're having twins," I muttered.

"I'm pretty fucking potent, babydoll. You're lucky it's not triplets this time."

Edward expertly dodged my elbow and led me to the back room. Then he bent down and helped me put on some comfortable slippers. I watched him kiss Angela's cheek as she waved us away, promising she could finish on her own with the help of the staff.

"I'm starving!" I exclaimed as Edward settled me into the passenger seat. "I could eat a horse."

He ran to the driver's side and slammed the door. "We have reservations at Patina. I invited Angela and Ben, but he told me they had other plans tonight. Is that okay?"

I was fine with Burger King, but Edward liked the finer things in life. "Sure," I said smiling. "I could go for something drenched in a rich sauce."

About half an hour later, a valet was taking Edward's car keys. My husband did his usual tough guy act and scared the guy shitless before leading me inside. There were well dressed people occupying every table. Thankfully, I was wearing an expensive designer sheath dress Alice had picked out for my tour.

"Right this way," the waiter said, leading us to a nice booth.

Edward sat on the same side as me, his arm slung around my shoulder. "My wife is pregnant," he said much too loudly, "so she can't have wine. We'll have Pellegrino with lemons and lots of ice. Put some organic berries in my wife's glass."

After the waiter left, Edward stood up. "I need to use the men's room. There are two guards in here watching you. Press the emergency number on your phone if anyone gives you shit."

I took out my phone and called Jasper while I waited. He and Alice had Dante for the night, and I just wanted to make sure my little lamb wasn't being a terror. Jas assured me everything was fine and let me hear Dante softly snoring in his bed.

When I looked up, I saw a tall blonde woman heading to the restroom. As I idly flipped through my phone messages, Edward returned. It seemed like he'd been gone longer than normal, and he seemed more relaxed than he had when we'd arrived. Less than a minute later, the blonde returned to her seat. I saw red as she looked our way and smiled.

"Did you fuck her, Edward?"


Sighing, I pointed to the blonde. "She came out a little after you and..."

He pounded his fist on the table, making several people look our way. "I don't even fucking know that bitch. All I did in the men's room was take my meds and wash my fucking face."

I wanted to trust him but history was not on his side. "Please just be honest with me."

Edward glared at me, his eyes intense. "I'll get our food to go. I can't do this shit today."

Seconds later, the blonde walked across the room and stopped at the booth behind us. All the color drained from my face as I realized my mistake. Edward hadn't done anything wrong. He had every right to hate me.

"I'm sorry."

He growled. "That fucking hurt, babydoll. I'm trying so hard to make you love me again. I would never..."

The ride back to the mansion was quiet. Edward wouldn't look at me. I ate the fancy dinner alone while he went to do some laps in the pool. He returned an hour later and went straight to the shower. I tried to open the bathroom door, but it was locked.

I was almost finished with my dessert when he came out wearing a pair of low-slung pajama shorts and a white t-shirt. His beard was getting out of control, but he refused to shave. I was beginning to miss his smooth jaw.

"Do you want me to warm you up something to eat?" I asked tentatively.

He grunted a harsh "Goodnight," and laid down on the bed, his back facing me.

"I'm sorry," I repeated pathetically, wishing I could change the last few hours.


"Are you going to do it before or after our little babydolls are born?" Edward asked as we stopped at a red light.


"Divorce me. I know you're going to sign the fucking papers. We're too broken to make it work. Our marriage is basically over, isn't it?"

I nodded. "I wish things were different, Edward."

He removed his Aviators. "How long?"

"We can wait until the babies are a few months old, but I think we should have Jenks start the proceedings. No matter what, we'll always be friends and partners."

The rest of our drive was silent. We were headed to a Mafia dinner in honor of Edward being in town. The hosts were Cosa Nostra who had always been friendly with the Volturi. I really didn't want to attend, but I felt like I owed Edward after the previous night's disastrous dinner.

When we were waiting at the entrance, Edward handed me a small gun. "Put this in your purse. We're not supposed to bring weapons, but I don't trust all these motherfuckers. Hide it under your prenatal vitamins. They barely fucking check the wives."

I quickly did as he said, shuddering when we were allowed through the iron gates. I knew my husband was dangerous, and his world was full of killers. Even after the divorce I would still remain a Mafia wife, meaning it was important for me to help keep my family safe.

The host turned out to be an older Italian man with a dark face and bushy eyebrows. He greeted Edward in a thick Italian brogue, his eyes occasionally flickering to me. Whatever my husband said must have pleased him greatly, because he laughed often and loudly.

"Such beauty," the man said, kissing the back of my hand. "In my day I would have lost my head over a woman like you."

I smiled politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir."

"Babydoll, why don't you go mingle with the wives while I talk shop. Dinner will be ready in half an hour," Edward said, dismissing me.

I quickly learned all the women weren't wives--there were just as many mistresses. When I talked about being pregnant, several old women speaking Italian tried to touch my stomach. I was able to catch a word here or there, grateful when I got a chance to escape to another sitting room. One other woman was seated in the corner, but I was prepared to ignore her.

"Want a bump?" she asked, her black and platinum blonde streaked coiffed hair distracting me as she held out a line of cocaine.

I shook my head. "Um, I don't do drugs. I'm pregnant and even if..."

She cut me off. "Hey, it takes the edge off. Being with these goombahs can make a girl lose her sanity, ya' know?"

Unfortunately, I did know all too well. The stress of the Mafia life had made Edward turn to hard drugs far too often. He was doing well, but I always worried he would relapse.

"Look, my husband can't be around that stuff. Go flush it down the toilet now."

She huffed. "Who are you to tell me what to do? I'm Vinny's mistress, and he will own this whole fucking operation one day!"

Sure he will. "Well I"m Edward Cullen's wife. I don't think my husband would like hearing about your rudeness."

After rolling her eyes, she left the room. One of our guards stayed at the door while I put my feet up. The woman never returned, and I was glad for the peace. Maybe Edward had been right about postponing the book tour until after the girls were born. I felt exhausted all the time.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew Edward was shaking my shoulder. "It's time for dinner, babydoll. You should have told me you were tired. Pietro would have given you a guest room."

The dinner was lavish and thoroughly Italian. Edward was in his element--Armani suits, expensive watches, and lots of cleavage. I caught one of the lower bosses staring at my chest and quickly adjusted the top of my dress. Strangely, Edward had insisted I wear it to the dinner.

"If he fucking looks at your tits again, I'm gonna jab this knife in his beady eyes," Edward whispered, placing his hand on my thigh.

"Why did you want me to wear this dress? It's barely covers my ass."

He chuckled humorlessly. "We're playing a part. You're doing a very good job."

I twirled my pasta, thinking over his words. "Am I playing a whore?"

"Only in my fantasies," Edward replied, his hand traveling higher up my leg.

Soon, Pietro's fifth young wife decided to engage me in conversation, which fortunately distracted me from Edward's wandering hands. If he kept up his exploration, I was going to need a cold shower and some toy time.

After dinner, we were taken to the garden for dessert. Edward held my hand as several men came up to talk to us. The Dons discussed shipments worth millions of dollars as if it were nothing. Bored, I looked away but I kept my purse close just in case we needed to make a quick escape.

Across the lawn, I saw the woman from earlier. She had dilated pupils and swayed as she talked. The guy next to her, whom I assumed was Vinny, looked to be at least twenty years older than her. He was openly flirting with other women while she clung to his arm.

"I don't trust that fat fuck," Edward muttered, glancing over at the same man. "He's gotten too damn greedy for his own good."

"His mistress was doing cocaine in the sitting room. I told her to flush it, but I don't think she did."

Edward's face paled. "Fuck! How dare she have that shit around you. I should tell Pietro to kick her the fuck out."

All of a sudden, we heard a loud pop. Edward tackled me to the ground, effectively using his body as a shield. The world seemed to go still before chaos consumed us. Somebody pulled my husband to his feet, and he in turn helped me stand.

"Get her out of here!" Edward yelled, shoving me into the arms of some goon. I protested, but the guy was much bigger and stronger. In less than five minutes I was being rushed back to our vacation mansion. Angela and Ben met me at the door. I felt like I was in a fog as I listened to them ask me various questions.

"Do you think she's in shock? Maybe we should take her to the doctor," Ben suggested, his kind eyes widening in horror.

"Bella, say something. Please, sweetie."

I began sobbing. "I need Edward. Where is he?"

Ben explained Edward was on his way. He'd called ahead to make sure they would be waiting for me. Angela helped me take off my dress and climb into bed. Between the late hour and stress of the night, sleep soon claimed me.

When I awakened, the blue tint of the television was the only light in the room. Edward was laying next to me, his fingers lazily stroking my slightly protruding stomach. He looked relieved when he saw me try to sit up.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice groggy with sleep.

He sighed. "Vinny's mistress shot him in the fucking head. It wasn't a Mafia thing, just a domestic matter. She tried to take her own life, but one of the Cosa managed to wrestle the gun from her hands."

"Oh my god!"

"Yeah, she was fed up with his shit. He promised her the world, but he loved getting his dick wet. It's no great loss to Pietro's crew."

I cupped Edward's cheek. "Does it bring back bad memories from the day your father was killed? I can dial Doctor Crowley..."

He kissed my bare shoulder. "Not really. My only thought was about keeping you safe. All this shit means nothing if I lose my family. I don't want to be like the Vinnys of the world.

You know... If I'd never met you, his life could have easily been mine. I treated bitches...women like dirt. I didn't even love you the way you deserved."

"Edward," I murmured, taking off my sleep shirt. "Come here."

"I can't fucking take mind games right now, Bella. Don't start if if you can't finish."

I guided his mouth to my right breast, clutching the sheets as he suckled greedily. I'd been pumping the last few days, but I still had excess milk. I lightly scratched Edward's scalp while he suckled me quietly. It may have seemed strange to outsiders, but I knew it comforted him. Before long, I felt Edward's cock pressing against my thigh.

"Take off your clothes," I commanded.

He shrugged off his shorts, leaving him gloriously naked. Smiling, I pulled him on top of me and began helping him sink inch by inch into my center. It hurt a little, because I hadn't been wet enough, but after the first thrust the pain became bearable.

"Fuck, babydoll. No condom?"

I kissed his chin. "Not tonight. I need you to go slow. I have to get used to you again."

He grunted, his forehead drenched in sweat. I kept my legs locked tightly around his waist and dug my fingernails into his back. Edward and I hadn't been together without barriers since the night we conceived the girls, but our bodies were still perfectly in sync.


I shook my head. "No, don't stop. I'm wet enough now."

Edward worked his hips like he was a last call stripper at Chippendales. I spasmed and came hard, gripping his cock. He thrust again and again, not wanting to end the slow torture. Pretty soon, I was riding a second wave. Edward pulled out, his hooded eyes on me as he squirted warm cum over my lower stomach and swollen clit.

He gave a mighty roar, before collapsing next to me. "That was fucking amazing, Bella."

The only sound heard in the room was our heavy breathing. I turned over to go to sleep, but Edward had other plans. He flipped me over and inserted his index finger in my mouth. I gazed at him lazily as he began stroking his semi hard-on.



Before we could even cross the threshold, Dante was in my arms. I cuddled my little lamb, breathing in his newest baby shampoo. He smelled like warm sunshine and pure innocence. I kissed his cherubic face all over, savoring the sweetness.

"Ma ma!"

Edward grabbed him from my arms. "What about me?"

Dante giggled, his eyes sparkling. "Da da."

Since all the members of the family had things going on, we spent a relaxing day in our house. Dante was having fun with his daddy, so I invited Edward to spend the night. There was still a lot of messed up stuff between us, but our little lamb came first.

Over the next few days, I had a doctor's appointment which confirmed I was having girl twins. Edward cried with joy while hugging the doctor. I thought it was a little freaky he'd known about the babies before the tests.

I'd promised myself not to lead Edward on anymore, but we continued to have lots and lots of sex. I forgot why I'd even considered using a condom. We didn't discuss the divorce or anything important; we just fucked.

After a particularly intense night, I pushed Edward away as he tried to mount me. "We need to talk."

He rolled over, taking me with him. "I know what you're going to say, Bella. The divorce doesn't matter. This," he pointed at our naked flesh, "will never be over."

I sat up. "We have to move on. It's not good for us to keep going down the same road."

Edward reached up and squeezed my breast. "We belong together forever. A goddamn
 piece of paper won't change shit. I'll always be the only one pounding your sweet pussy and ass. You'll always be the one that owns me. I fucked up but never ever again. Stay with me, babydoll."

I whimpered, pulling away from him. "You broke my heart! I can't just pretend to..."

"To what? Love me?"

I got on my hands and knees, giving Edward permission to take my body. He lubed up his cock and slid into my rosebud. I met him thrust for thrust, my moans sounding more like a wounded animal than a human being. I wasn't even really aroused; I just wanted to numb my mind.

"It hurts." I whispered, startling Edward.

I was talking about my heart, but he pulled out slowly. I felt his eyes on me for a long time, then the closet door closed. When I turned around, he was getting dressed. I felt out of sorts and just plain tired.

"I abused you," he confessed. "I fucking put bruises on your body. I treated you like trash.  I tried to control you. I broke your spirit. I threatened you. I almost...raped you. My Mafia shit almost got you killed. Then, I fucking cheated on you. I haven't been a good husband.

"One day when our kids grow up they'll ask why we got divorced. I...I want you to tell them the truth, Bella. I want you to tell them I was a goddamned monster, and you couldn't stand to be with me anymore."

I felt tears falling down my cheeks before I registered that I was weeping. "You are good, Edward ...a good father. I...we still need you."

He walked to the door, defeat in his every step. "Sign the divorce papers. I set you free, Persephone. I always knew I wasn't strong enough, but you were definitely worth the fight."

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