As soon as I walked into my apartment, I raised a suspicious eyebrow at Jasper and Ken as they stood up from the couch in some hurried — gotta go — type of a way before they started heading over towards me.
"Where are you two going?" I asked as Blue Eyes kissed my left cheek at the same time that Chase kissed my right one. "We're not supposed to be at Pop's place for another hour, I thought that we would leave together."
Blue Eyes pursed his lips as he stepped out into the hallway. "I actually have to uh, hit the road, Brown Eyes."
Hit the road?
"Lilly chick is in her bedroom," Barbie Lover stated before he joined Jasper. "Everything is taken care of."
Taken care of?
Oh hell no.
I dropped the grocery bags onto the floor with a growl and went to execute them, but as soon as they caught my hands reaching for the gun that I had shoved into my waistband, they quickly hailed ass down the hallway.
Laughing.
Like, seriously?
I don't understand what exactly they found so goddamn funny, at a time like this.
My sanity hanging by a thread, maybe?
As I nervously headed towards the hallway, I swallowed something that felt like a bicycle down my throat. Jasper's statement of having to hit the road and Ken's declaration of everything being taken care of...
Better not consist of anything permanent and irreversible.
Like, for example, Lilly getting a boob job.
Or, at her age — and my previous view of — a nipple enlargement.
When I reached Piggy's room and saw what I saw, my jaw dropped like holy hell law suits coming my way. "Lilly!"
She looked away from the boy whose mom was so going to kick my ass. "Hey, Bella!"
"Lilly!"
Her eyebrows scrunched together. "I'm like...right here, Bella. Don't you see me?"
I pointed at the young dude who was literally, hanging out. "What in the...where in the...why the the...who is the kid?"
"Bella, meet my second boyfriend who goes by the name of Tony," Piggy whispered with a wide smile as she nodded at the dude whose body was above her. "Tony, I'd like to introduce you to my new caretaker, Bella."
"My name isn't Tony."
The Pigster — who, mind you, was sitting on the floor in some collected kind of a way — narrowed her eyes at him. "Excuuuuuuse me?" she asked, offended. "I'll call you whatever I want to call you, stupid boy, and as of right now, your name is Tony until I can think of a cooler name. It's like...don't make me dump you already and have to witness you waste away from not being a part of my existence. Now, act your age and wipe that frown away from your face and smile at my Bella and act like this a big deal, because it's definitely a big deal."
'Tony' did as she commanded and turned his attention to me with a smile. "Uh, hi...Bella. Nice to meet you."
Piggy cleared her throat. "Try again, Mark. Only, don't go 'uh' and it's Ms. Bella to you. Do it with a hello."
'Mark' corrected himself. "Hello, Ms. Bella. It's very nice to meet you and you're kind of beautiful."
"Bella isn't kind of beautiful, she is beautiful," Piggy whispered, closing her eyes as she rolled them before she opened them again. "And, that was too obvious. You need to be a bit more cooler, so try again, Jonathon."
"Hey, Ms B—"
"No hey," Lilly interrupted as shook her head at the kid. "You're not in the clear yet. Try again."
"Hi..."
"Hello," Piggy corrected, leaning back some and letting her elbows support her upper body. "Again."
"Hello, Ms. Bella. My name is Tony and it's ni—"
"Jonathon."
"My name is Jonathon and it's nice to—"
"From the beginning."
"Hello, Ms. Bella, my name is Jonathon and —"
"Bella didn't ask you for your name," Piggy interrupted, exasperated. "Sooooo, skip that part, obviously."
"Hello, Ms. Bella. It's nice to meet you."
"Fantastic."
"It's fantastic to meet you."
"Beginning."
"Hello, Ms. Bella," he tried again, getting a bit fed up. "It's fantastic to meet you, in a cool kind of way."
"Without the attitude," Piggy whispered angrily. "And, erase the cool kind of way because that's idiotic."
I shook my head with a groan and snapped out of my complete shock as I quickly walked over to the closet, interrupting the kid whose real name remained unknown as he went to — once again — mess up his narcotic girlfriend's 'standards of first introductions.'
"See, Frank!" Piggy shouted in disappointment as she stood up. "I knew that my Bella wouldn't approve of you, so peace out, yo. You're dismissed. Enjoy your misery, loser."
I rolled my eyes at the chick's dramatics as I placed my hands underneath the dude's arms to lift his jacket off of the hook that my retarded team member's decided to hang him on. "Listen, kid," I started as I lowered him onto the floor, "I just want to let you know, so that you can let your mom know, that this whole thing was not in any way my idea. As a matter of fact, whatever your name is, those two grown men who did this to you, I don't know them. They so broke into my apartment. But, no worries because I'm a cop so I'll take care of it."
The kid looked up at me with a raised eyebrow as he straightened out his jacket.
So, I patted the top of his head with a soothing whisper of "You're alright now."
Because it seemed like a comforting thing to do.
And, I'm all about comfort.
Right?
Or, was it kind of creepy to have an unknown adult do that to a kid, nowadays?
I quickly pulled my hand away from the young dude. "I'm actually getting married," I blurted out...
Cause, you know, I wasn't...
But, for some reason, I felt as if I should be...
At this time...
Because, you know, the kid seemed to be coming on to me.
Or, was I the one who was coming on to the kid?
Christ.
I should just arrest myself.
"Oh my God!" Piggy shouted in some excited type of a way as she shoulder shoved the kid away from me. I raised an eyebrow at her gasp when she took a hold of my hand and raised it up to her face. "Oh no, Edward di'int just propose to you without giving you a ring, yo! That's like...I'm so calling up Aunt Alice! And Esme!"
I rolled my eyes as I snatched my hand away from her death grip. "Oh, calm your nerves, Lilly. Edward didn't propose to me, we're not even...together! Now, before I ground you, we need to talk about some serious...things."
"Ground me?" she asked in disbelief. "Why am I getting grounded, I didn't do anything!"
"Oh! So you're telling me that it's perfectly normal to just chill out while your boyfriend is hanging from your closet? And, hold the phone on the dude being your boyfriend, in the first place! And, hold the phone on you allowing a boy of any kind in your bedroom, unsupervised! And! Hold the phone on your uncontrollability!"
"Uncontrollabibility?"
"Uncontrollability," I corrected.
"Uncontrollableness?"
"Uncontrollability!" I corrected.
"Uncontroll—ableness—nessity?"
"Oh, just hold the phone, Lillian Smith!" I snapped, lifting her up and placing her little hooker ass on the bed. I looked over my shoulder with narrowed eyes as I pointed to the empty spot next to Lil. "Unknown child, sit."
His eyes widened a little bit as he stood in place. "Uhm, I should just, you know...I didn't really do anything..."
"Take a seat, Picasso!" Piggy growled in interruption, slamming her palm against the bed. "Now!"
I pursed my lips as I quickly lowered my head, trying like all hell not to laugh at the chick's madness.
I mean...
First it was Tony.
Then, Jonathon.
Then Frank.
And now, Picasso?
I just, can't take her, man.
She's too goddamn much.
Of something too goddamn good.
And, at times, I honestly wondered...
How her mom could just, give up on that?
You know?
Lilly Smith, is fucking priceless.
It was just...beyond comprehensiveness.
Dude took a seat and I narrowed my eyes at his thigh as it rested against Piggy's own. "Move it or lose it."
"Is she crazy?" he asked Lilly in a whisper after he leaned towards her a bit. "I mean, it seems like she is."
"She's crazy enough to shoot your leg off with the gun that she has hidden inside of her jeans," Piggy replied...
Making me so goddamn proud in response, that I honestly needed a moment of complete silence.
I'll let you motherfuckers know when it's over.
...
...
...
It's over.
Standing in front of the delinquents, I raised an eyebrow at Piggy as young dude moved over a bit. "Explain."
"So," she began, "I met Mikey at school. He was like, so into me and I thought, why not give him a chance?"
On the outside, I nodded, in some I'm totally not going to introduce you to my belt type of a way.
But, on the inside?
I kind of wished that first of all, I actually had a belt on.
And, that I didn't have my first assignment tonight, so that I could knock a few bottles of whiskey back.
"So," she continued, "Larry and I hung out during recess on the days when my first boyfriend wasn't—"
"Pause." She placed her hand over her left eyebrow and raised it at me as the young dude scrunched his own at her. "Can we maybe stick to one name, you firecracker?"
Because, seriously though, with all of these names?
It makes her seem like the true hooker that she's becoming.
She nodded as she lowered her hand. "I like...Dominick."
He smiled next to her, all in love and I'm a fucking adolescent. "That's my real name."
"Well, you're lucky that I like it," Piggy replied, her eyes looking at him in some Cinderella type of a way...
That got me thinking that I had to go out and purchase these kids a condom or two.
I mean...how much do they go for, nowadays?
Because I sure as hell haven't used a condom in years.
Hopefully, there's some kind of a discount for smaller sizes, maybe?
No, honestly, is that possible?
Cause that would be sort of rad, what with the economy being as it is, yeah?
"Anyway," the Pigster whispered, breaking me out of my financial thoughts as she waved both of her careless hands up in the air. "The two of us hung out on days when I noticed that my first boyfriend wasn't at school."
"First boyfriend?" I asked, trying to keep the appreciative tone out of my voice...
Because clearly, I was dealing with a chick who knew how to keep her options open.
"First boyfriend," she confirmed. "So, on one of those days, Dominick kissed me. And, on the lips!"
I narrowed my eyes at Dominick. "Come again?"
"I couldn't resist," he replied with a simple shrug.
So, one glass on whiskey wouldn't be a big deal, right?
I mean, if we're keeping it real...
I can probably function getting away with even drinking three glasses.
"So, we kissed, and it was love after that."
"Love?"
"Love," Piggy confirmed, with a serious head nod.
"Heaven above," I mumbled, running of one my hands down my face.
Piggy smiled at me. "That's exactly what went through my mind, Bella! So cool, am I right, or am I right?"
"I guess?" I asked, in a constipated type of a way.
"Anyway, I thought, how excellent would it be if I surprised you by bringing him over to the apartment so that you can officially meet my lover, but then I found out that you went to the super market to not buy bananas." My jaw dropped as she turned her attention to the undercover player who was sitting next to her. "And, I was so going to call you and tell you that maybe we should change the date, but I kind of forgot. But..." she smiled and ran her fingers through the twerp's hair before she continued, "you did get to meet two of my uncles."
I smacked her hand away from him before I pushed the two of them apart, even more. "Not at all cool!"
"Anyway," Piggy continued as she placed her hands on top of her lap. "I came running into the living room as I heard the doorbell ring, but I was too late. Uncle Blue Eyes and Uncle Barbie Lover already got to the young fella, and there wasn't much that I could do. When I saw them carrying Dominick through the hallway and into my bedroom, I totally screamed, but they both threatened me that they were going to handcuff the kid who's a dude who shouldn't be found anywhere near my girl-y parameter! Uncle Jasper told Dominick to behave as he started crying in fear or else he was going to call Uncle Jake and tell him to come over. Uncle Jake who had absolutely no problem in finding out if Dominick is a real man who has the right equipment. Equipment, mind you, that I haven't even seen yet, Bella!"
"And that you won't ever see, Lillian Smith!" I added, in shock. "Not at all! Not even once! Not, ever!"
"So," she continued, to my goddamn disbelief. "Uncle Jasper and Uncle Ken decided to hang Dominick up on the closet while they both laughed and congratulated themselves. I was told to take a seat and keep an eye on him. They also told me to study the kid with his clothes on, because later on they were going to test me on the fabric and the colors of said fabric. I mean, at least I was being studious! I don't understand why I'm going to get grounded! You always tell me to listen to the people who watch me, so I did!"
"Number one, don't shout at me. I'm standing right in front of you, and it's rude and completely unnecessary."
Piggy frowned as she lowered her head. "I'm sorry, Bella. I just...I just get a little too excited sometimes."
"Your apology is accepted, like it's always going to be with me," I told her as I bent down a bit to lift her chin so that she was looking at me. "I understand that you get too excited, and if you stopped, you wouldn't be you. All that I'm trying to say is that we need to work on your voice level, together, yeah?"
"Together?"
Running my knuckled along her jaw — a thing that I picked up from Edward that seemed to calm her little ass down whenever he did it to her — I snorted. "Like there's any other way to do something!" I scoffed before I narrowed my eyes at Dominick as his hand reached out towards her. "Hands to yourself, underage hustler."
He held his hands up by his shoulders in surrender and I nodded in satisfaction as I stood up. "Also, I want to take this time to say that I'm sorry for what you had to experience, young dude. Honestly though, seeing as to how you're sticking around since the two of you are in love, I can't promise you that something similar to that won't happen again.
Dominick nodded. "I understand the price that I have to pay," he responded in some dramatic tone.
I rolled my eyes at the preteen before I continued. "Number two, we need to set up some ground rules here."
"Rules?" they both asked.
"Rules," I confirmed as I placed my arms across my chest. "First of all, this is a chick's bedroom, yeah?"
Piggy nodded. "Yep!"
"Therefore, I want it to remain being a chick's bedroom. No boys — excluding your family — are allowed in it, around it, or outside of it. Don't make me cut down that tree outside of your window, Piggy, cause I will." After Lilly nodded, I continued. "And, Dominick is allowed over only when there are adults in the apartment."
Piggy raised her hand and I pursed my lips as I pointed at her. "Can you please be a little bit more specific on who you consider an adult, Bella? she asked, brilliantly if I do say so myself.
"Of course, my smart grasshopper you. Adults. Me, Carlisle, Esme, Rose, Sarah, and maybe Edward."
Piggy clapped as she turned her attention to Dominick. "Edward is like...so fly. No worries, yo."
"I want to talk to your second boyfriend's parents," I whispered, interrupting their love connection. "Pronto."
"I don't have any parents," Dominick told me as he looked away from Piggy. "They uh, died when I was two."
I frowned, not meaning to bring up any ill memories for the kid. "I'm sorry about that, young dude."
He shrugged. "I don't really remember them, so it's okay."
"So, who exactly watches you? I mean, you can't just walk here by yourself, yeah?"
"I live in the same apartment complex," he answered. "So, I walked here. Plus, I live with my older sister, Leah."
My eyes widened a bit. "Leah?"
"Yep," he replied.
Well, goddamn.
Now that I think about it, he certainly does look like the Leah who I've met before.
The wannabe Whitney Houston, as I remembered.
I nodded after a few seconds. "Okay, well I want to meet her," formally, "so make that happen soon, yeah?"
"Okay," he whispered with a small smile. "I'll make it happen."
"I should also let you two know that there are hidden cameras surrounding this apartment," I lied.
"Hidden cameras!" Piggy screeched in horror.
"Oh yes! Hidden cameras, everywhere. With that said, we have about another half an hour to go through the list of what is not allowed before we have to go to Carlisle's house. Are your 'better be virgin ears' listening?"
"Yep," they both answered.
"No kissing of any kind is permitted. I mean, I'm cool and hip with a quick closed mouth peck on the top of the head when the kid first comes over and when he leaves to go home, but other than that, not at all. I don't even want to see puckers over them lips of yours at any point throughout the time that you guys hang out. If I see them, I will grill them, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Am I clear or am I clear?"
Blushing student, number one: "You're clear, Bella."
Blushing student, number two: "All's clear, Ms. Bella."
"No fondling of any sort. This includes touching body parts that are not yours. Dominick, if I, by any chance, see your fingers reach for something that belongs to Lilly, I will assume that you don't give a rats behind about the digits that God graced you with and cut each of them off, one by one, while I giggle. And, I will duct tape you to a chair, naked as the day that you were born, and have you watch me as I cook them. And then, I will shove those greedy fingers of yours down your esophagus. After I'm done with that, I will shout that 'I am the king of the world,' as I rip the tape and whatever skin that comes along with it off of your body before I send you home without any clothes on. Am I clear or am I clear?"
He swallowed a bit and Piggy nudged him, keeping her eyes on me. "Say that she's clear," she whispered.
"You're perfectly clear..." he whispered before he received another nudge, "Ms. Bella," he finished.
"No whispered conversations," I continued. "If you have something to say to each other, scream it. I want to hear everything. I'm just letting you two know that your secrets are my secrets. Am I clear or am I clear?"
"Clear!" they both screamed, so on my level.
"Now let's cut to the chase, shall we? If I see a miniature penis, I will shoot one of my bullets clear through it."
"Bella!
I shrugged. "I am just stating the facts, Piggy. If you feel a certain way about it, let the genitals remain unseen."
Dominick nodded as he nudged Lilly's shoulder. "I hear you loud and clear, Ms. Bella."
"Good kid. Now, I don't mean to be rude, but we have to start heading over to Pop's, Piggy. Give the dude a kiss on the top of his head to say your goodbyes until next time," I bent down a bit before I added to my statement. "While I watch."
Lilly closed her eyes and rolled them before she leaned towards Dominick. As soon as I saw her lips touch a hair follicle, I placed my hand over her forehead and pushed her away from the kid. "Alright, that was great."
Piggy's jaw dropped a bit. "But, I didn't...I mean, I didn't even..."
"Times up," I interrupted as I pulled Dominick off of the bed and pointed him to the bedroom door.
"Bella, that wasn't fair, yo!"
I shrugged. "Life isn't fair, yo."
I snorted at her enthusiasm as the lady pulled me and the little chick into a hug. "Hey, Ma. Is everyone here?"
"They're all out in the living room," she answered as we stepped inside. "Dinner should be ready soon."
"Do you need any help?" I asked, running my fingers through Piggy's hair as he held onto one of my hips.
Esme shook her head as she shut the front door behind her. "Bambino is in the kitchen, so no worries."
"Edward's here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought that he was uh, you know...suspended."
"He is," she replied. "But, since it's your first assignment, we all get together beforehand. It's tradition."
"That's cool," I replied with a nod before I smiled, hearing a little dude's heavy footsteps behind me.
"BEWWA! BEWWA! BEWWA!"
I turned around and grinned as I saw Leo charging towards me. I bent down a bit and opened up my arms for him before he ran into them with full — mini linebacker — force. "My little man, what have you been eating?"
"Hi," he whispered breathlessly against my neck before he leaned back a bit. I raised an eyebrow at the clear excitement that was crinkling his features as he ran his stubby fingers through my hair. "I pee peed in toilet!"
Grabbing a hold of his cheeks, I gasped dramatically, causing the little dude to mimic my sound as he let go of my hair to clap his hands together. "No way, Leo! You're like..." I paused with wide eyes and pursed my lips together as his own bugged out. "Turning into such a big boy right now, yo!"
He shrugged — like tell me about it, dude — before he took a step back and lowered one of his hands to my stomach, causing me in return to narrow my eyes at Esme as she quickly pulled Piggy out of the room. "Mum Mum said baby in Bewwa's tummy," Little man stated with scrunched together brows. "Baby like me, Lewo."
I rolled my eyes. "Little man, listen to me. Auntie Bella does not have a baby in the tummy."
"No?" he asked, looking down at his hand as he ran it across my — free of any human tadpoles — stomach.
I ran my fingers through his blonde, curly ass hair — that I kind of wanted to chop off and frame, cause it was that goddamn adorable — and smiled as I heard a low growl of irritation leave his chest. "Nope. No baby."
Taking a hold of my hands to stop my amusement, he specified. "Mum Mum said it was a little Ewdward."
I snorted at Esme's insanity. "No, Little man. I do not have a little Edward swimming around in my tummy."
"No?" he asked, cocking his head to the side and making my insides beyond mushy, because this kid, right?
"No."
He shrugged as he wrapped his fingers around the strings of my hoodie. "Okay, Bewwa. Noooo baby."
"I want you to tell Mum Mum to stop the reefer," I told him as I wrapped my fingers around his wrists.
"Stop the weefer?"
I nodded. "Stop the reefer."
"Okay!" he shouted in excitement of having a new mission as he went to turn around to do just that.
I stopped him with narrowed eyes. "Excuse me, don't act like you can just leave without showing me the dimples."
He closed his eyes tight and smiled all big before he leaned towards me with a grumble of "Qwick, qwick!"
I took a hold of his neck to keep him in place and started nibbling over those dimples that I needed to patent. "Yum yum yum yum yum yum..." next cheek. "Yum yum yum yum...oh, I like this one...yum yum yum yum..."
"Oh man, oh man!" he interrupted me in a snort as he pushed my mouth away from his vicinity. "All done!"
I smacked his toosh as he turned around to run away. "Don't forget to tell Mum Mum what I told you to!"
"Okay!" he shouted back before he disappeared into the living room with a "Mum Mum, stop the weefer!"
I grinned in contentment while I headed over towards the kitchen. Passing by the living room, I lifted my hand and flung it underneath my chin as I mouthed a "Fuck you" at Blue Eyes and Ken, who in response presented me with both of their index fingers as they pointed to their middle ones, returning my "Fuck you," back at me.
When I reached the kitchen door, I slowly pushed it open and smiled, seeing Edward facing the counter as he stood in front of the sink, his complete attention on the bundle of lettuce that was in his hands and underneath the running water as he thoroughly washed it, like the true freak that the kid was.
Like, it's a severe problem, people.
I mean, I do understand the necessity of washing the bundle of lettuce at first.
But honestly, let me tell you about Edward Cullen's standards of washing lettuce;
Two materials that are needed are...
A) Running water, and...
B) Two bowls, that were just washed.
#1) First, the kid washes his hands, for a strait three minutes.
Not two minutes and fifty nine seconds.
Not three minutes and one second.
A full three minutes.
And, it's on his own count, of hums.
#2) He takes the lettuce bundle out of the package that he states is contaminated with unknown fingerprints.
Yep.
Unknown fingerprints.
Not germs, or anything — normal — like that.
The kid is very specific, with his clarifications.
#3) He then places the lettuce bundle on top of the sparkling clean counter as he rinses out the package.
Oh, yes.
The package.
That, has absolutely no use, whatsoever.
Because, he just throws it into the trash can after he decontaminates it.
#4) He washes the lettuce bundle with one hand at the same time that his other one washes the counter.
Mmhmm.
The counter, that will not come into play for the rest of the preparation.
Cullen just washes it, because he chooses to wash it.
#5) After four minutes of soft humming, Edward then tears up the lettuce bundle with a "Motherfucker."
Yes, sir.
He actually hisses a "Motherfucker."
And, it's a very specific hiss. Not a growl, or a grumble, or even a mumble.
Now, is he calling the actual lettuce a motherfucker?
I don't know, people. I just don't know.
6) The teared up lettuce leaves then go into the bowl that he places on the left side of the sink.
He calls it 'Bowl Number One.'
7) After the bundle is completely gone, the freak washes the leaves — one by one — and transfers the newly cleaned ones into the bowl that is on the right side of the sink. This process, lasts for an exact five minutes.
Five minutes because he claims that everything is almost 'whole.'
Do you get it?
Because I sure as hell, don't.
8) Then, after the — barely green anymore — leaves are in the bowl, he fills the bowl with water.
Allowing the lettuce to sit — and exchange their clean energies — for another minute.
9) Cullen afterwards, drains the bowl.
Therefore, let's the evil of microscopic dirt leave the establishment.
Oh.
Steps number eight and nine?
They are repeated two times.
Two, because that seems to be the 'magic' number.
As I let the door close behind me after I stepped into the room, Cullen looked over his shoulder and grinned when he saw that it was me who walked in and disturbed his 'nothing is ever too clean' routine. "Hey, Bae."
"Hey you," I whispered in reply as I placed my hoodie over my head. "I didn't know that you would be here."
"I know," he said with a shrug before he returned his attention back to the lettuce that he was disinfecting. "Your uh, brother, is on his way over here, too. We all get together when there's a first for any member of the team."
I nodded before I lowered my head, placing my hands inside of my hoodie pockets. "Oh," I responded.
"It's a tradition that we had since the beginning," the kid continued, "It's been going on forever, it seems."
"Oh," I repeated, lifting my head and letting my eyes roam Cullen's back as I stayed put.
"Last year when Mike joined the team, we went around and talked about the good qualities of the force."
"Oh," I repeated, thinking about the way that his muscles moved under that tee shirt that he was wearing.
"When Em joined," he went on as if I was actually paying attention, "We talked about the bad qualities."
"Oh," I repeated, moving my eyes down to the kid's clothed — mighty delicious looking — behind.
... Goddamn ...
... Just a bite ...
... A nibble ...
"So when are you going to stop saying 'oh,' as you check me out, and come over here to give me a hug?"
I shook my head and narrowed my eyes at the back of his. "I wasn't checking you out, Cullen."
"Right," he replied as he nodded his head, in some slow — you definitely were — type of a way.
I rolled my eyes and lowered my hoodie from my head as I walked up to him. Placing myself next to the kid, I looked down at his hands with pursed lips, seeing the prickly skin that surrounded the tips of his fingers as he broke the lettuce bundle in half with a hiss of a "Motherfucker," leaving his mouth. "Really, Edward? I mean, I am honestly freaked out by your 'methods.' How long have you been in here, washing away the small amount of taste that undressed salad gives us?"
"Pass me those two bowls," he whispered as he nodded towards the dish rack.
I shook my head and snorted as I grabbed a hold of what he needed before I stepped in between the counter and his body, facing the kid as I placed the bowls into the sink behind me, one right next to the other. I raised an eyebrow at his own raised eyebrow as I turned the water off a second later. "You okay?" he asked me.
Keeping my eyes on his, I let go of the faucet with a small nod as I stood up on my tippy toes to press my lips against his closed ones, lightly and patiently, just wanting a little taste of anything that the kid had to offer me, simply because I sincerely missed the uniqueness of it from last night.
He hummed an "Oh" over my mouth and I grinned as I heard the lettuce land into one of the bowls with a soft splat before I felt his wet palms against both of my cheeks as he gently lifted my face up to his a little bit more.
I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled his body closer to mine as he tilted his head to the side slightly to deepen the kiss, causing my whole existence to freeze in the moment as his lips pressed themselves harder against my own, the force so light but so goddamn excellent that an embarrassing shaky exhale left my throat.
A soft laugh escaped the kid's lips and tickled my own as his hands moved from my cheeks down to the sides of my neck, where he kept me in place as he leaned back a bit to meet my eyes. "What's this?" he whispered.
I raised an eyebrow at him as I wrapped my fingers around his wrists. "A kiss?"
"I know that," he replied with a small grin, placing his forehead against mine. "I mean, why all of a sudden?"
"Can you let me know when you're going to shut up?" I asked, extending my neck a bit as I leaned away.
Edward ran one of those thumbs of his along my bottom lip with a smirk as he slowly started to lower his face down to mine, taking his good ol' time. I narrowed my eyes at the kid when he paused his descent, which left his mouth centimeters away from where it was supposed to be. "I think, right now...is a cool time to shut up."
I nodded in total goddamn agreement, keeping my eyes on his tongue as it peeked out and quickly ran itself strait across his bottom lip. "So cool," I stated, unwrapping my fingers from around his wrists before moving my hands to the back of his neck.
He hummed something short lived before he pressed his mouth against mine, giving me the only response that I cared about receiving as my fingers went up to the back of his head, where they became entangled with that insanely soft hair of his. The groan of approval that left the kid's throat instantly made my lips spread apart to inhale his breath, which in return gave his tongue the perfect chance to meet mine as his hands departed from my neck and traveled down my chest, across my stomach, and found my hips, where they gripped onto them.
As I heard the kitchen door open a second later, I went to lean back but his hands quickly went to my cheeks as the kid leaned forward, completely squashing my interruption by keeping the connection that we had as his hungry lips captured my top one. "I'm not done with you yet, Bae. Don't be rude and cheap about the shit."
Edward's starvation caused me to forget about the company that we gained as I let my teeth take a hold of his bottom lip that found its way into my mouth, causing a low pitched growl to escape the kid's chest and rumble its deliciousness into my own, since they were pressed against each other. "I'm not trying to be cheap, Cullen."
"So, I don't really get why you two fools are talking about money right now, but Emmett is in the building."
I groaned at Rose's 'tip' as I opened my mouth and reluctantly let go of the kid's lip, but then I...
Oh holy hell.
I saw Edward Cullen lick his bitten fuck awesomeness, before his tongue just...ran itself across my mouth.
Uhm. Who exactly is Emmett, again?
I grabbed a hold of the kid's tee shirt after a literal second and pulled his face down to mine. "Fuck it."
"Uh, Emmett McCarty is here," Rose repeated, standing to our left. "You know, B Honey, as in your brother."
Edward's hands went behind my head before he pulled my face closer to his at the same time that he pushed his own closer to mine. "Fuck off, Rose," he mumbled over my lips as I moaned, so in tune with the pressure.
"If you ask me," Sarah started, standing to our right, "It's a little sick, how cute these fuckers are together."
I groaned at the obvious attention that these two broads were giving us as both of their faces leaned into our space to get a closer look. Edward laughed a bit before he elbowed their noses and placed his hands against our cheeks to hide our mouths as they continued to mingle.
"It is sick," Rose started again. "I mean, I saw no tongue action of any kind and I'm horny."
I snorted against his lips before I groaned, feeling the smoothness of the kid's tongue enter my mouth.
"Oh my word, bitch."
"What, bitch?" Rose asked Sarah.
"Can you just take a second and imagine how steaming hot their fucking sex life is?"
"Yeah, I'm done," I growled as I gave the kid's mouth a hard peck. Ignoring his pout as he ran his fingers over his swollen lips, I quickly stepped to the left and shoulder slammed Rose away from my being before I started heading over towards the kitchen door with my middle fingers up in the air for my cock-blocked appreciation.
Matt was trying to convince Pop that he was fit for taking care of Ma when he decides to leave the earth, because for some unknown reason, Smith felt that it was a perfectly appropriate time to do so...
Seeing as to how I guess, Carlisle was completely healthy and in no immediate danger.
Him and his half brained being, I'm telling you.
But...
You know what?
As Pop continued to eat and just roll his eyes at Matt's persuasion techniques, I thought of something.
Maybe we, were his second half, you know?
Because, we weren't offended by his personality, at all.
He was the way that he was.
And, we accepted it, wholeheartedly.
Jake was having some deep kind of a conversation with the meal that was placed in front of him, and not with Piggy, who was sitting on top of his lap as she glared holes into Ken's empty skull.
Ken, who was pouting as he shoved food into his mouth, trying to make her laugh.
Which worked after a second, but only because of the grimace that formed over Jasper's features as Leo — who was placed on top of his shoulders — caught sight of Chase's eating and started clapping in appreciation.
His little man hands smacking both of Blue Eye's cheeks in the process.
After a couple more seconds of beating the drums, the cowboy dropped his fork and lifted his hands to take a hold of Leo's wrists, all the while glaring at an amused Ken. "It made Lilly Flower smile, so suck it up, man."
"I know something that I'd like for you to suck," Blue Eyes replied as Little man growled above him.
Chase raised an eyebrow. "I think that your knowledge is kind of inappropriate right now, Whitlock."
"I don't see anything inappropriate in telling you to suck my d—"
"Don't you even dare," Esme interrupted her nephew, not taking her eyes away from Alice. "As I was saying, sweet heart. The dress that I picture her being in, I saw it. It's beautiful and my son is going to drop dead at..."
And, I cut both of them out.
Because they were so talking about the nonexistent 'Edward Cullen and Bella Swan Wedding.'
Turning my attention over to Dick, I snorted and nearly choked on my pasta as he kept winking at Rose...
Like, non stop.
No lie, people.
His left eyelid was definitely getting a work out.
After a few seconds, my brother reached over his baby mama and Sarah with a growl to smack the moron's cheek, hard...causing Dick's food — in response — to come flying out of his mouth, which in return, earned the 'winking wonder' a pair of narrowed eyes from Morris as wet pieces of corn bread landed on her shirt.
As I moved my attention away from them and looked across the table, I raised an eyebrow at Edward, who had his head lowered with a wide smirk across his mouth, his attention on his lap.
I mean, alright, I get it.
It's like...the perfect size.
It knows how to...rock the boat, in Jake's words.
It's well behaved, most of the time.
Most, being the key word.
Which, is cool with me, because I like living on the edge, so to speak.
Well, I liked living on the edge...
Seeing as to how, Edward and I haven't done the...real dirty, in a while.
But all in all, my point is...
All that I'm trying to say is...
Fuck!
Edward Cullen's dick, making me forget my goddamn points all the time!
...
Oh.
My point is, yes, Edward's thunder stick is hella nice, but honestly, man?
Does the kid really have to look down at it with a smirk, sitting at the dinner table?
Feeling my cell phone vibrate after a second, I leaned into Mike a bit, who was sitting next to me, as I brought it out of my back jean pocket to flip it open. Looking down at the screen, I rolled my eyes, seeing that I had a new text message from 'Sex Hair.'
'I want you so fucking bad right now.'
I looked up and pursed my lips at Edward, who was all of a sudden engrossed in a conversation with Morris, acting as if he didn't just send me that. Bringing my attention back to my phone, I grinned. 'How bad do you want me, Edward?'
I snorted and turned it into a quick clearing of the throat as Cullen waved his hand at Sarah's face as soon as I pressed send, interrupting her speech mid sentence — like, yeah who cares — as he looked down at his lap.
As the kid read my message, a loud groan left his mouth before he grimaced, turning his attention to everyone as they all stopped their chit chatting and eating to raise an eyebrow at him. "I'm uh..." he paused as he ran his fingers through his hair, causing a wide smile to appear over my face as I lowered my head. "I'm kind of full."
"Of bullshit," Matt finished as he proudly patted his own shoulder.
"Bullshit!" Leo screeched, causing my brother to shake his head in disappointment.
Only because his son screeched.
Not because he cursed.
I dropped my cell phone onto my lap and held my hands up in the air. "I didn't do it this time, so holla on that."
"Asshole!" Rose yelled, narrowing her eyes at Matt as Ken whistled in happiness.
Little man pointed at Matt as he imitated his mom. "You Asswole! Asswole! Asswole! Asswole!"
God Damn.
I need another moment of silence, motherfuckers.
Because little dude added a 'you,' being so goddamn specific and brilliant.
"Leo, no, bad puppy," I laughed after a minute, not really meaning it. "No cursing."
Rose turned her hatred towards me with a growl, causing Matt to pump his fist up in the air in relief. "Did you just call my love child a puppy, you hook with an ER at the end?"
"No," I replied in all seriousness. "That, I did not."
Jake barked at Leo and Leo in return, barked at Rose with a pointed finger. "Ruff Ruff, mama dog!"
Feeling my cell vibrate as Rose threatened J's balls, I looked down and raised an eyebrow at Cullen's text. 'Are you done eating?'
'Why?' I asked back.
'Because there's desert that I want to eat, up in my old bedroom. You game?'
Am I game?
Fuck yes, I'm game.
I love games.
Can play them all day, everyday.
As long as one of the game pieces include Cullen's tongue.
'And, tell the fucking douche who's sitting next to you to keep his eyes on his goddamn food,' he added.
Keeping my head lowered, I looked to my right and rolled my eyes at Murphy as he looked away from me.
'You can tell him yourself, Cullen.' I joked...
And immediately regretted it as Edward did just that. "Keep your eyes on your g'damn food, Murphy."
Mike raised an eyebrow at the kid as he leaned back into his chair. "I'm not staring at Swan, Cullen."
Edward laughed as I groaned, placing my palm against my forehead. "Never said that you were, rookie."
"Morris!" Dick unnecessarily shouted, keeping his eyes on Edward and Mike. "Camera, pronto, let's go!"
"Do I look like some photographer to you, Davis?" Sarah growled.
"Camera!" was his response.
"Well, I'm not," Murphy told Cullen as he placed his arms across his chest.
Edward narrowed his eyes at the kid as he angrily pushed his plate away from himself and towards Jake, who nodded in appreciation before he started going to town with the kid's left overs. "But, you are," he gritted.
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm — "
I placed my hand over Mike's mouth and interrupted him. "He can go on forever with this, Murphy. I suggest that you just give up before you exhaust yourself."
Pop nodded in agreement with my statement. "Alright, since dinner is obviously over and..." he paused, rolling his eyes at Smith, "I'm still alive...I think that we should start, seeing as to how 'go time' is in another hour."
Matt turned his attention to Ma with a dramatic grumble of some sort. "Esme Cullen, come on!"
"Come on what, honey?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Smith grinned as he looked at Pop. "Your soon to be ex just referred to me as honey. You're dust, old man."
"Alright," Rose laughed, standing up and taking Leo off of Jasper's shoulders as she nodded at Piggy, who gave Jake a kiss before she grabbed a hold of Pixie's hand. "Let's take these little ones to the park, ladies."
"Behave yourselves," Esme told us as she followed Rose and Pixie towards the kitchen door.
Everyone's eyes danced around the kitchen as we remained silent, all of us not wanting to start, I guess.
I knew that I didn't want to be the first one.
Or the last one.
Or, how about, I knew that I just didn't want to tell them at all.
I mean, I can't just be like 'Some of you fuckers are hiding something from me and I want to find out.'
Carlisle placed his arms across his chest as he looked up at the ceiling. "I decided that I wanted to be a police officer when I was eighteen years old. Well, not a police officer, but specifically...a narcotics police officer."
Returning his attention back to us, he continued. "I remember one day, I went outside to get some air and as I took a seat on my porch steps, I saw this little girl come out of the house that was directly across from mine. I remember thinking that it was...bizarre, because she couldn't have been more than five or six. Back in my day, letting children of that age outside unwatched, was unheard of. It just...didn't happen. Anyway, she sat down on the overgrown grass out in her front yard, and for some reason, I took notice in her shirt being dirty..." he paused, letting a small smile appear as he shook his head, "I don't know...she just got my attention, I guess."
"I remember just looking at her as she looked at me. The eyes on that child..." he whispered in complete awe as he closed his own, "I've never seen anything more powerful. They were filled." Opening his eyes again, he lowered his head. "But, it wasn't with happiness or anything positive. It was clear defeat. They spoke defeat."
"And I wasn't a kid who payed attention to the people who were around me, or any bullshit that surrounded my life. But this little person who I've never met before or even laid eyes on...gave me one look that captured me."
"Everyday after that afternoon, I would go outside at the same exact time and sit down on the same exact step and I would see her there, sitting down on the grass. And, we would just look at each other. No head nods or waves of the hands. Just, eyes. I remember how curious I was. I wanted to know what her defeat involved."
"This whole 'staring contest' went on for about three weeks, until the one day...that I didn't see her outside." As Edward lowered his head, Carlisle paused and sat up a bit to place his elbows on top of the table. "I didn't see her sitting on the grass, which was odd. It worried me to the point where I didn't hesitate to step off of my porch and walk across the street, wanting to know if everything was okay. I must have pounded on that front door for a strait ten minutes with nothing gained before I gave up and tried the handle, which was unlocked."
"I walked in and I'll never in my life, forget what I saw. That child was just laying there, a few feet away from me, her small body contorted in ways that were unimaginable...against the white carpet that was painted red. When I tore my eyes away from her and looked at her parents, I was flabbergasted because they were both just sitting on the couch with their attention on their daughter as they continued to get high, crying and crying."
I lifted one of my hands and ran it down my face, a bit surprised when my palm felt wet as it passed my eyes. I lowered my head, not wanting to show them how Carlisle's moment got to me in some kind of a way. Mike placed his arm around my shoulder and I smiled as Dick, who was sitting on my other side, took a hold of my hand and wiped it against his shirt before he interlaced our fingers together and placed them on top of his lap.
"The amount of blood..."
I looked up at his pause and nodded, appreciating Matt as I saw him reach over a bit to pat Pop's shoulder.
Carlisle smiled something completely heartbreaking as he leaned back into his chair. "A few weeks after what I saw, I found out that her parents owed a lot of money to their superior and the meet and greet turned into a bunch of shit. The only thing that I've gained from the experience was her vision, even as her body remained lifeless, her eyes spoke to me. I sincerely admired that girl, who I've built a silent relationship with. I still do."
Blue Eyes leaned forward after a second and held his fist out. "To the ladies who take our breath away."
"To the ladies who take our breath away," Everyone repeated afterwards, pounding each other's fists. I grinned at their come on looks before I sat up to mimic their cheer. "To the ladies who take our breath away."
Dick playfully narrowed his eyes at Carlisle as he started. "Well my story isn't that fucking dramatic," the idiot complained. "Thanks a lot for up scaling my shit and trying to steal my goddamn spotlight, Chief of thief."
I snorted and leaned back into my chair as everyone else laughed. "Christ, go on, Davis," Edward groaned.
"Alright, so basically, my parents were a bunch of shit holes, who were always on the run from the cops. They were big on drugs and got away with it, most of the time. When I came home one lovely night from banging a hot broad, I found the two criminal masterminds all up in my goddamn apartment, with the idea that my place was a perfect hiding spot. So, I got fed up with the idiots and brilliantly decided that I was going to become a narcotics officer to arrest them myself."
I raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "Davis, you actually arrested your parents, is that what you're saying?"
"Hell yes, fuck yes," Dick replied with a shrug. "Ken recorded the whole thing, in fact."
I looked over at Chase, my eyebrow raising higher. "No way?"
"Yes way."
Turning my attention back to my favorite body part, I smirked as I held my fist out. "To the true Dick move."
"To the true Dick move," Everyone repeated in soft laughter as we all pounded fists.
Pop shook his head at the kid before he nodded at Ken. "Go ahead, Chase. Tell us about your moment."
"Well, there wasn't a 'moment' that I just up and decided to join this team. I lived in a shady ass neighborhood and witnessed kids selling shit that they shouldn't be selling to other kids. The whole thing bothered me when I saw it. It's not the way that it should be. I wanted a part in fixing that, so here I am. The fixer of the world."
I rolled my eyes at the kid's choice of occupation.
"Kids need to be kids again," Dick cheered as he held his fist out, "And, Chase's urine needs to be tested."
"Kids need to be kids again," we all repeated with a pound, "And, Chase's urine needs to be tested."
Carlisle raised an eyebrow at Jasper after Ken gasped in mock offense. "Whitlock? How about you, son?"
"I saw how drugs can ruin a person," Blue Eyes whispered as he glanced at Edward, who gave the kid a small shake of the head in return before he looked away from him. "How it can tear a family apart, easily. How the shit can made an innocent bystander feel nothing but guilt, unnecessarily. And, how it makes a certain aspect of that person, such as their light of character, vanish. I joined the team to squash all of that from happening."
Pop nodded after a second as he leaned forward to hold his fist out. "To bringing families back together."
"To bringing families back together," everyone — except Cullen — cheered, pounding it.
I raised an eyebrow at the kid as he looked at me in some type of a way. "What's wrong with you?"
He shook his head — snapping out of it — before he turned his attention to Matt. "Nothing."
"Alright," Smith started in excitement, breaking me out of my curiosity. "So, there was this hot piece, right?"
"Oh, come on!" I groaned, along with Sarah, Ken, and Mike. "Get serious, you creepy dreamer," I added.
Pop smiled as he patted Matt's shoulder, in some 'I'm proud of you being a part of my life' type of a way.
"Go on with your story, you fucker," Dick whispered angrily, raising an eyebrow at Smith.
Edward rolled his eyes before he reached over to smack Matt on the back of his head.
"Fine!" Matt growled at Cullen before he shrugged. "I realized that I wanted in, the moment that I was born."
I snorted as everyone else shook their heads. "You're such a smart-ass, dude."
"Better than being a dumb ass," he replied, nodding at me.
"Oh there ain't no other way," Morris sang as she held her fist out. "Baby I was born this way!"
"Oh there ain't no other way," I sang in a pound as the guys groaned in theirs. "Baby I was born this way!"
As everyone turned their attention to Murphy after a few seconds, he went to talk but hesitated. "I uh, haven't been a part of this team for as long as most of you guys have been..."
"Doesn't matter," half of the table argued, including Cullen. "You're a part of it now," Blue Eyes stated.
Murphy gave us all a small smile before he continued. "The moment, I guess, when I realized that I wanted in, was as soon as Lisa was born, prematurely." Lowering his head, he tensed up a bit beside me. "Lisa's mother was an addict for the majority of her life, and even though I tried to stop her when we found out that she was pregnant, my opinion didn't matter. Sophie's bullshit changed when Lisa was brought to us that night. She stopped using cold turkey, and I gave her a lot of credit for it, still do now, because I know how tough it is. I just...can't forget, though...the fear of having a kid who might have a great chance of not surviving."
"Enough said," Em stated simply as he held his fist out with a smile. "To the innocence of our young people."
"Enough said," we all replied — just as easily — with a pound. "To the innocence of our young people."
"Morris?" Pop asked after a minute of silence. "How about you, sweetheart? Tell us about your moment."
"Well, I was an addict..."
"Wait, what?" I asked, stopping her from continuing. "You were an addict?"
Sarah lowered her head at my question, her whole demeanor showing anger that wasn't directed at me, but at herself, instantly causing me to regret asking her that nonsense. "I never mentioned that lovely part to you?"
"No."
Cullen reached over a second after my response and pulled on Sarah's pony tail, breaking her out of the clear dread that began to cloud up her features. Morris, in return, smacked the kid's hands away from her space as she lifted her head with a small grin. "Well, I was an addict," she started, punching Edward's shoulder. "And I hated the shit. I hated that it had control over me. I hated the love that I had for it. God, I hated the dude—"
I raised an eyebrow at her pause as Cullen's jaw tensed a bit. "Hated the dude who what?"
"Point is, I was your typical binge user," Morris continued, completely ignoring my question. "I would be able to go weeks with not using, but all that it took was one moment. One moment of something bothering me, in some stupid kind of a way. I didn't know how to deal with shit correctly. If something threw me off, I would pick up that syringe and use. And, I remember this one night, when my retarded 'boyfriend' decided to dump me...I took it really hard...although, I honestly didn't even appreciate the kid like that. But, man...I'll forever remember the thought of 'This could be the end of me,' that went through my mind before I shot up. And, I didn't even care. That, scared me. I had no fear of dying. No thought about it. It seemed as if it was...natural."
Matt winked at Sarah after a second and held his fist out. "To Morris and her hot piece ass still being around."
"To Morris and her hot piece ass still being around," everyone — except Pop — repeated with a pound. Carlisle grabbed onto Sarah's wrist as she went to sit back and held onto it as he corrected Matt's cheer. "To that being an inappropriate thing for me to declare, but being beyond grateful nonetheless for having you as a member of this team and a part of this family," he finished in a whisper before he pounded the chick's fist.
She smiled as she sucker punched the Chief's shoulder. "I love you too, big daddy," Morris roared.
"That was a complete waste," Pop grumbled as he quickly pushed her back into her seat. "McCarty?"
My brother shrugged as he suspiciously glanced at me. "I needed to make a difference."
Edward nodded as he leaned forward with his fist held out. "To having Bella Swan not hate us in the future."
"To having Bella Swan not hate Cullen JR and McCarty in the future," they all adjusted with a pound.
A pound that I completely disregarded as I rolled my eyes and placed my arms across my chest.
"Alright," Pop whispered, joining my annoyance as he shook his head at the two dip-shits. "Cullen, go next."
Edward raised an eyebrow at his Pop. "Uh, what?"
"What made you realize that you wanted to be a member of this unit?"
He looked away as he scratched his ear, silently telling me that the kid was uncomfortable. "I, uh...well..."
Feeling kind of bad, I turned my attention to Carlisle. "Maybe we should, you know, get ready now."
"We have another half an hour before we're needed."
Looking at Cullen, I grimaced. "It's okay," I told him before I shook my head at Pop. "It's not necessary."
"I just think that sellers are considered worse than their buyers," Edward whispered, ignoring my assurance as he looked down at his lap. "And, it honestly pisses me off even more when dealers don't use, or have never in their lives used before."
"Why is that?" Murphy asked him.
"Because they don't understand the...I don't know...addiction of it, I guess," he answered as he lifted his head to meet Mike's eyes. "The euphoria that the shit brings. To wave that...temptation...at someone's face and not get that it's damn near impossible for that someone to say 'no thanks, I'm good'...it's fucking...it's inconsiderate to me, I guess." Cullen turned his attention to my brother a second later and when I saw that stupid smirk cross his features...
I groaned, knowing exactly what the idiot was planning on saying. "Edward, don't you start with your sh—"
"And, I love your goddamn sister, you asshole," Edward declared as if he achieved something unachievable.
"I swear, Cullen. If I didn't have a fiancee and a kid, I wouldn't think twice about visiting the slammer again."
Hold up, I thought as Emmett stated what he just fucking stated.
"Rose and I talked about the possibilities of you leaving, McCarty. I got you, so do what you have to do."
Wait a minute, I thought as Emmett stated what he fucking stated before Dick put his two cents in.
"You're an idiot, Em," Edward laughed, keeping his eyes on me as he pushed himself away from the table.
Let me put some pimpin' in it, I thought as Emmett stated what he fucking stated before Cullen's amusement.
"Your fiancee!" I yelled as I quickly stood up from my seat, practically knocking Murphy over in my haste.
Em's eyes widened a bit in response to my shock. "Uh, what? Fiancee what? I don't even know what that is."
"Your fiancee!" I repeated, angrily throwing my chair at Dick, because the moron was near the cross fire.
My brother stood up from his seat with both of his hands up in the air. "Kiddo, calm down for a second..."
"Your fiancee!" I yelled, once the hell again, not at all calming down.
"How many times do you guys think that Swan will repeat that until she snaps? My bet is ten, for fifty bucks."
"I'll double your bet and say that she'll repeat it two more times until McCarty loses a limb of some sort," Dick answered Matt's question with complete confidence before he stood up with the chair that landed on his lap.
"Your fiancee!" I growled as Edward stood up with tightly pressed together lips. "Your fiancee!"
"Whoa, now!" Dick shouted, waving his hands in my parameter. "That's enough! Attack at once, Swan!"
"No, keep going!" Matt shouted, shaking his head. "Five more repetitions, Swan! Just five more! Do it!"
I charged towards my brother — who idiotically proposed to Rose without me around — and narrowed my eyes at Edward when he quickly stepped in front of him. "Bae, just relax," he whispered, trying not to laugh.
During this laughable-less situation.
I growled at his hilarity as I threw my right fist back before I made it fly forward...
Edward quickly ducked out of the way with an "Oh shit," leaving his mouth, causing Emmett to get hit instead.
And, knocked out.
I raised an eyebrow at his body when it landed on the floor with a loud thud.
Well.
That, was pretty cool.
I went to jump on top of said body, but Edward wrapped his arms around my own and lifted me up in the air before he started carrying me away, with Morris following behind him, looking proud as all hell. "Oh, you just wait until you wake up, Emmett McCarty!" I shouted as I tried to knee Edward's balls during my struggle of untangling myself from his grip, but the kid just rolled his eyes at me as he lowered his hold down to my waist, keeping my lower body pressed up against his and my hands to my sides. "You just....wait, you proposer!"
"Relax, killer," Edward teased as Sarah opened the kitchen door. "You need to walk me to my car, yeah?" I ignored his suggestion and growled at Rose as we passed by her while she walked towards the room that we just left. "Easy, Bella," the kid laughed, tightening his arms around me as he continued to carry me to the front door.
"They're getting married!" I shouted, un — fucking — eased. "Without my goddamn knowledge, Cullen!"
He rolled his eyes as he lowered me down onto the floor, keeping one of his hands around my arm to stop me from running away while he used the other one to open the door. After pulling me out of the house, he nodded as we reached his car. "I get that you're upset about that, Bae, but you can't think about it right now," he told me as he leaned against the driver's side door. "You're about to go on your first assignment and I don't feel so comfortable with having you do that if your mind isn't clear, do you understand me?"
I nodded after a second as I shoved my hands into my back jean pockets, standing in front of the kid. "Yeah, alright, fine, okay, good, cool, excellent, golden, splendid, can't believe...that Emmett proposed to Rose!"
His hands reached out before they took a hold of my arms to pull my body towards his. "He did, it seems."
I narrowed my eyes at the kid as I placed my palms against his chest. "Emmett proposed to Rose, Edward!"
"Mmhmm," he hummed in response as he moved his hands to my neck, those teeth of his taking a hold of that bottom lip of his as those goddamn eyes of his lowered from my own and gazed at my mouth, in some come here type of a way.
"Emmett...he...uh, proposed to...Rose," I whispered as my mouth started to follow his eyes silent command.
He cocked his head to the side a bit with a drawn out "Mmm," leaving his chest as my lips neared his own.
"Em...mett...prop...osed...to..." I paused and licked my dry lips as his thumbs against my jaw tilted my chin up a little so that my face was aligned with his, better. "Rose...that hoo...hooker...of a...baby mama...slut, right?"
Christ.
The power of that green color, man.
"Right," he whispered, pulling my mouth closer to his. "Can I kiss you yet, or do you have more to mumble?"
I blinked as I felt his lips right there, before I ran my hands down to his abdomen. "I'm uh, done mumbling."
"Good," he said, pressing his smirk into my mouth as he closed the small distance that existed in between us.
My fingers went to his waistband to unnecessarily hold his body in place as I spread my lips open for him, and he hummed in gratitude before his tongue softly found its way into my mouth, where it was always welcomed.
As my barely prominent fingernails scratched the skin that was underneath his belt, he groaned against my lips and I smirked as I felt a little something something begin to grow from his down below, against my stomach.
Well.
I mean, it wasn't a little something something.
More like a nine and a half inches of something something.
And, yes, I fucking measured it.
Because...
I was curious.
After a minute or two of just...tasting each other, Edward's mouth left mine as he placed his forehead against my own, giving the both of us a moment to catch our breaths. My hands found their way under his tee shirt as I opened my eyes, only to find his own staring back at me, a small grin over his lips as I panted against them. "Bella?"
Moving my hands to the smooth skin of his lower back, I raised an eyebrow at him. "Edward?"
His forehead left mine as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, holding me to him. "Be mine, yeah?"
A smile left my mouth before it quickly vanished as something inside of me turned...weird...all of a sudden.
It wasn't him, or anything that had to do with him.
It was a bad feeling of some sort.
About...something, that I didn't really understand.
His arms dropping from around me broke me out of my thoughts before I shook my head a bit. "Bae?"
I nodded with uncertainty before I looked away from his gaze. "Can you uh, wait until tonight to ask me?"
"Why?" he asked, taking a hold of my chin before turning my face towards his. "What's wrong with now?"
His question wasn't answered as I kissed him, hard, feeling as if I had to, but not knowing exactly why.
He leaned back, just as quickly, before he narrowed his eyes at me. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"What?" I asked, truly hating the fact that this kid knew me better than I knew myself most of the time.
"Shut up," he whispered irritably, pushing himself off of his car and bringing my body along with the movement since I was leaning against him. "Stop that," he told my raised brows as his narrowed eyes turned into a glare.
"Stop what?"
He mumbled something under his breath as he turned around, ignoring me as he angrily pulled his door open. I gritted my teeth as I quickly grabbed a hold of his hand to stop him from getting inside, but he growled, pulling his arm out of my hold. "I better see you later on," he told me as he stepped into his car, not meeting my eyes.
"Hey, wait," I whispered as he went to shut the door, "Don't leave without saying...what you...usually say."
"Are you kidding me?" he spat. "No fucking way. Now, I'm pissed off at you, so you better keep that in your head." Shutting the door, he rolled down his window. "And, I took your answer to my question as a rude no."
"I didn't say no, I just don't want to answer yes if..." I shook my head. "And why are you pissed off at me?"
"Because you'll be fine," he replied, looking away from me as he started his engine. "And, I'm not planning on forgiving you for how you just fucking acted until you get back from the assignment that, mind you, isn't going to give you any goddamn problems. When I see you tonight, I'll think about asking you to be mine again."
"Edward..."
"Fuck off."
My jaw dropped a little bit at his last remark as he drove off.
"I remember him saying that these people only search females," he replied with a small grin. "I'm not one."
"You're not?" I asked in mock surprise. "Well, shit. And, here I thought that you had tits this whole time."
He rolled his eyes at me as he adjusted the leather jacket that he was wearing. "Anyway, that's what he said."
"Well, I do have a wire on," I whispered as I picked my wedgie, where said wire was acting as my thong.
Morris's idea.
Clearly, not mine.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "At a location that I'm sure won't be checked."
"Let's hope not," I mumbled before I knocked on the front door.
Murphy gave the dude who greeted us a small nod and I rolled my eyes at him as his own ran down my body.
My body that was — unfortunately — dressed in the same ensemble that Sarah placed me in last night.
And, I fucking tried to bring one of my hoodies along, but Rose hid them all, that engaged hookah.
"How long is this going to go on for?" I asked the dude with a raised eyebrow. "Because I'd rather not freeze my ass off out here, seeing as to how it's barely covered, anyway. I mean...didn't you ever experience having harsh diarrhea, man? Because I sure have, and let me tell you, it's no walk in the park on a sunny day. It's a run to the toilet, on a rainy fucking afternoon, if you need me to be more specific about the shit."
Mike nudged my shoulder, silently letting me know that Blue Eyes — whose voice was attached to Murphy's left ear as Blue Eye's ear was attached to my ass crack — told him to tell me to 'Shut the fuck up, because my sarcasm was completely unnecessary and not appreciated with these kinds of motherfuckers here.'
Dude stepped to the side after a few seconds before he waved one of his hands at us. "Come in, please."
Letting go of Mike's hand, I stepped inside before he followed behind me, both of our eyes scanning the small crowd of people who were standing around in the living room, sizing everyone up to see if they seemed in any way threatening. "So, where's Lazo?" Murphy asked the dude who first opened the door for us as he closed it.
This character Lazo, is the only drug dealer who can be found in this specific town.
Only, being because he kills off any other sellers who try to sell in his territory.
He's a greedy, greedy motherfucker, this one.
Turns out, we had a lovely lady who went by the name of Lin whose boyfriend was killed by our dear Lazo.
Said killing of a boyfriend, wasn't taken too well, as you can see.
It makes revengeful bitches, such as Lin, tell us a few things about our target.
To make a long story short, she gave us the exact location as to where Lazo rid the bodies that he cut off.
And, when the FBI found said bodies after we brought it to their attention of course, because we're the best...
They needed evidence to build a case against this greedy motherfucker.
Evidence being Lazo's admittance of what he did to all of the dealers who tried to deal in his territory.
And, visual proof that he does, in fact, deal shit.
So, here the fuck we are.
To obviously get that goddamn evidence.
Duh.
Don't act as if we're at this joint for a picnic, because we sure as hell weren't.
Dude ignored Mike's question as he walked over to me and when he started patting me down, I held onto my remarks as I raised my hands up in the air, letting him do his thing, seeing as to how females are the only ones who are deemed suspicious in this motherfucker. Murphy kept his eyes on Mr. Frisky fingers as he placed his arms across his chest and when I felt his hands rub my ass, I lost my cool. "I'm not appreciating your search."
"I need to be thorough," was the dude's response before his palms went to go underneath my hooker skirt.
I grabbed a hold of his wrists and narrowed my eyes at him as I pulled him to a standing position. "I can show you thorough, motherfucker, but it won't be with my hands. It'll be with one of my knees meeting your sac."
"I know something of yours that would feel nice on my sac," he replied with a smile as he pulled his hands out of my grip. Feeling his fingers running down the front of my skirt, I gritted my teeth. "And, it's not your knee."
"I think that we had enough," Murphy stated, taking a hold of my hand before pulling me towards the door. "I thought that Lazo wanted to see me, not the other way around, but this is obviously a joke." Looking over his shoulder as we reached our exit, he shrugged at the dude. "Tell him to not bother calling me, seeing as to how this whole thing was a complete waste of my time."
"Junior."
Our eyes followed the voice that came from down the hallway before I raised a brow at the middle aged man who shook his head at the dude who was now known to us as Junior. "Goddamn my luck," I complained in a barely audible mumble, taking in the motherfucker's handsome features, knowing that it had to be the greedy one.
Of course, I had to arrest this man, right?
And, damn it all to hell, dude.
Why did I have to feel a certain way about Edward Cullen, all of a sudden?
That added to my goddamn defeat, knowing that I won't be able to handcuff this man to my bed first.
To, you know, wish him well, before sending him off to the big slammer.
Hot stuff bypassed me as he smiled at Mike. "I am sorry if Junior upset you in any way, Tom."
Well.
Maybe he would rather have Murphy handcuff him to a bed.
It must be a sign of Cullen's persistence.
Which worked, by the way.
But, we'll talk about that another time, seeing as to how I'm at work and all.
"You were the one who was seeking me out," Mike responded. "It wasn't the other way around."
"I understand that," Lazo whispered, frowning at Junior. "I apologize for any...inconvenience."
"The only inconvenience that I experienced was having your boy's hands running down my girlfriend's body."
Hot stuff gave me a glance — like eh, your C cups aren't all that epic — before he returned his undivided attention to Murphy. "I'm sorry that your girlfriend had to go through with that but it was mandatory, either way. Would you two like something to drink?"
And, I would have answered his question with a loud yes, if I didn't see Renee step up to him from behind. "Jesus H. Christ," I whispered, keeping my eyes on her as she smiled at me. "I might fucking faint in a minute."
"Is there a problem?" Lazo asked, breaking me out of my shock. "You look kind of pale, Ms."
I shook my head. "No...I uhm..." I paused as I looked at Mike. "I uh, wow. I need some fresh air. Pronto."
Murphy opened the door, instantly, his eyes roaming my features before he looked at our target. "Excuse the two of us for a second, Lazo. We're just going to step outside for some fresh air, my girlfriend isn't a fan of all of the smoke in he—"
"Fresh air sounds perfect," Lazo interrupted as he took a hold of Renee's hand. "We'll discuss everything out on the porch." Looking out into the crowd, he nodded at some random guy. "Liam, get the stuff and follow."
Mike gave him a tense nod as he pulled me out of the front door with Lazo, Junior, Liam, and fucking Renee following behind us. "Are you okay, babe?" Murphy asked me as I took a seat. "Do you uh, need to leave?"
"No," I told him quickly as I placed my hoodie over my head.
Mike gave Lazo an uncomfortable smile — that only his team mates would notice — as he sat down next to me and quickly grabbed a hold of my hand. "Lauren gets cold easily," Murphy told Lazo, who was for some unknown reason, raising an eyebrow at me. "Let's get this thing over with so that I could take her home —"
"Excuse me," Renee interrupted Mike, amusement in her voice. "Did you just call that young lady Lauren?"
And, here is that previous bad feeling that I experienced.
"Yes, this is my girlfriend Lauren," Murphy answered her, remaining cool. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No!" Renee laughed before giving him a serious nod. "I was just making sure that her name wasn't Isabella."
Mike's fingers tightened around mine as he heard her reply, causing me to let go of his hand. "Well, it's not."
"How long have you two been together?" Lazo asked me. "Is this some kind of a serious relationship?"
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Can you tell me how that is any of your goddamn business?"
"Oh, how I missed this!" Renee whispered, clapping her hands together as she stood up.
Lazo looked up at her with his eyebrows scrunched together. "What did you miss, love?"
"Nothing, nothing!" she shouted as she kept her eyes on mine. "Go on with this whole thing, please."
"How long?" Lazo asked Murphy, his new goddamn crush.
He shrugged as he leaned back into his chair. "Maybe a month or two. I wouldn't call it serious."
"I see," he replied, interlacing his fingers together as he looked at Liam, who frowned. "Well..."
"Is there a problem with what Tom just told you?" I asked him as I placed my arms across my chest.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Yes, Lauren. There is a problem with what Tom told me."
"Can you brilliantly tell me why?" I asked, returning his pissed off gaze with one of my own.
Turning his attention to Mike, Lazo smiled. "Your girlfriend is something else, I must say."
"That's why?" I asked, being the smart ass that I was born to fucking be.
He leaned back into his chair, mimicking my stance. "I had a falling out with a certain female."
"Dude, are you serious with this female shit?" I asked. "What is it with you and the people who have tits?"
"I just don't appreciate females," he answered as Renee skipped back into the house. "I don't trust them."
"Well, the world is fucking full of them," I replied. "So, get used to it."
Ignoring my remark, he looked at Mike. "I hear that you know someone who is selling in my territory."
"I do."
"I want a name."
Murphy grinned. "Well, I want to see what I came here to see."
Lazo looked at me and I rolled my eyes as I stood up from my chair. "Can you tell me where the bathroom is so that I can pee female piss out of my feminine vagina? I mean, I would urinate out here in front of you all by whipping out my masculine dick that contains manly piss, but seeing as to how your handsome behind had me searched earlier, that's quite impossible."
"It's easy to find, Lauren," he replied in a more than rude way to my manner filled goddamn question.
I headed towards the door and gave the back of his head the middle finger, causing Mike to roll his eyes at me. After I walked into the bathroom, I shut the door and went to lock myself inside of the small room but noticed that the knob was taken off. "Fucking crack house and all of it's crackerjacks," I growled as I turned around and leaned against the door to keep it closed. Lifting the flimsy skirt up over my waist with one of my hands, I used the other one to tear the wires off of me, careful not to disturb the gun that was placed against my inner thigh.
I'll probably get shit for doing it by the Chief but right now, I needed to talk to Renee without any witnesses.
As I went to step out into the hallway, Murphy appeared and quickly pushed me back into the bathroom with narrowed eyes, causing my own to roll at him as he quietly closed the door behind him. "I have a voice who's telling me that he can't hear anything all of a sudden," he stated in an angry whisper, blocking me from my exit.
"That voice works fast," I stated just as angrily. "Move out of my way, Murphy."
"Why do I have a voice who is telling me that he can't hear anything, Swan?"
"Because it decided that it didn't like my fucking ass crack anymore," I spat, pulling him away from the door.
He grabbed a hold of my arm as I went to leave. "What are you planning on doing? We're almost done here."
Looking over my shoulder, I pushed his hand off of me. "Just...do your own thing, man. Talk to Lazo and see what you can get out of him. All that you need is a visual of the shit that he's selling, so when you get that, say the magic word and they'll all come barging in to help you finish the arrest. I mean, come on, dude. Don't act as if you don't see the way that he looks at me, like I'm about to run off and tell someone about this little shit hole of a business that he's in charge of. I'm suspicious, automatically, because I have a vagina. That man is not going to show you what we need to see unless I'm out of the equation. Plus, I need to go and talk to that woman."
His eyebrows scrunched together. "What woman do you need to talk to?"
"My mother," I answered him after a few seconds, hating the two words that came out of my mouth.
"What?" he asked in disbelief, his eyes wide in shock. "Your mother...are you...serious right now?"
"Do your own thing," I told him. "I'll be fine. If I hear any commotion, I'll come out with my gun a blazin."
"Wait," he whispered, grabbing a hold of my arm as I went to leave again. "Would she carry a weapon?"
"That would be funny," I said before rolling my eyes, "But no. Her weapon used to be sunlight. No worries."
"What does that even mean, Bella?" he asked, the frustration that he was feeling evident in his voice.
"It means fuck you, Murphy," I snapped, pulling my arm out of his hold. "And, do your own shit and allow me to worry about myself while you worry about yourself. Christ! You're wasting time, here! Let's fucking go!"
"I'm giving you fifteen minutes before I close the deal," he told me in a harsh whisper as I opened the door.
Giving him the middle finger, I started making my way down the hallway. "Fifteen minutes this, moron."
I walked into her 'new' bedroom and raised an eyebrow at her naked form as I closed the door behind me. "I really like this look that you have going on, mother. What do they call it nowadays? Tramp-tastic whor-ism?"
"Are you telling me that you think that I'm a whore?" she asked in mock surprise as she sat up on her bed.
I waved my hands around before I took a hold of one of the chairs by the wall. "Oh no! You're a saint."
"You are just like me, baby," she murmured as I took a seat. "Like mother, like daughter, and all of that."
I laughed at her nonsense as I leaned back into my chair. "I'm nothing like you, Renee."
Keeping her eyes on me, she stood up from the bed — with her tits and vagina following her — and walked over to where I sat. "I may be a whore, Bella Swan, but so are you. Don't act as if you're something...special."
"And how is that, Renee Swan?" I asked as I placed my arms across my chest. "Please, enlighten me."
"You not only stole my first husband away from me, but you stole my second one also. That's how, baby."
"I stole both of your husbands away from you?" I asked, a laugh of disbelief leaving my throat. "Really?"
After giving me a nod, she walked over to the dresser to pull one of the drawers open. "You did."
Am I really going to have to smack a bitch over the head, right now?
No, honestly, am I?
Because — in my fucking bones — I feel as if I am.
"Can we talk about how I stole Charlie from you?" I asked, losing my patience as I stood up. "Fuck Phil—"
"You sure did fuck Phil," she stated, pulling a baggie out before slamming the drawer shut with a laugh.
My blood ran cold from her interruption as I fisted my fingers together. "Excuse me?"
Walking over to the bed again, she raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh, you didn't think that I knew about that?"
"Knew about what?"
After taking a seat, she grabbed a hold of the mirror that was placed on the small end table by her bed before she laid it on top of her lap. "How you behaved as a whore, messing around with my husband. Tell me, Bella. Did you do that with Charlie, too? Is that why that man was so insanely attached to you? It was sickening, in my opinion."
"Oh...my...fucking...God."
Renee rolled her eyes at my — can't believe this is happening right now — shock as she emptied the powder out onto the mirror. Looking up at me as I stood by her bed, she shook her head. "You killed that man, Bella. He died because of you. You were the one who ruined our lives. It was you, who could have taken his spot."
"Me."
"You," she confirmed, returning her attention back to the substance that she began to split into straight lines.
Kneeling down a bit so that I was at her level, I raised an eyebrow. "Because of me, Charlie died?"
"Because of you."
"How the fuck so, Renee?"
"I told him to let it go," she declared angrily, not meeting my eyes. "Let it go, Charlie. It's not worth it." I waited for her to go on with her bullshit as I held my breath, not wanting it to interfere with her whisper. "It's worth it, Renee," she continued, imitating my Pop's voice. "For her, it's worth it, he said." Meeting my eyes, she narrowed her own at me. "And I walk in, only to find you, with the man's blood all over your body."
I closed my eyes as visions of that exact moment ran through my mind of when I woke up alone.
"How you could be worth his life being taken away," she whispered as she shook her head, picking up one of the straws that were laying on top of the table. "And with no second thought about it. I'll never understand it."
How could she not?
I mean, that's the way that it should be.
Was I really that worthless, to her?
That...I don't know...small meaning?
Granted, I don't know exactly what she's talking about, seeing as to how I didn't know why Charlie died...
But, Christ.
I wouldn't hesitate giving my own life for Leo's existence.
Or hell, even Piggy's.
And, they weren't even mine.
But they were a part of me, nonetheless.
Those two people imprinted themselves upon my heart.
An imprint, that was beyond priceless.
I kept my eyes on her as she brought the mirror up to her face to snort the powder that seemed to replace the alcohol that used to have control over her life. "Do you see what you caused, Bella?" she asked after a second, her awakened gaze meeting my own. "Do you like the fact that you ruined my life, sweetheart?"
Pushing myself up to my feet, I shook my head at her as I pointed to myself. "I made you do this?"
"That stupid man," she growled, throwing the mirror at me. "That stupid man risked everything! For you!"
"Don't call him stupid," I whispered, ignoring her hit as my patience vanished. "Don't you dare...call him that."
"Your father was stupid!" she spat as she stood up on top of the bed. "Stupid...stupid...stupid...stupid..."
"POLICE! GET ON THE FLOOR! HANDS UP WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!"
I grabbed onto my gun and turned around to leave the crazy broad as she started jumping on top of the bed.
Like, who the fuck starts jumping on a bed when there's a police raid, can someone let me know?
My eyes widened as I ran out into the hallway, seeing everything that transpired in the last goddamn second. I instantly raised my arms and aimed my pistol at Junior as I kept my eyes on Lazo, who had his own weapon pointed at Carlisle as he held his empty hands up in the air, by his shoulders. "What the hell happened?" I spat as I turned my attention to Murphy, who had his aim on our main target.
"Lower your weapon!" Mike shouted, ignoring my question as he kept his eyes and aim on Lazo. "Now!"
Lazo smirked, standing right in front of Carlisle. "I'm afraid that I can't do that, officer."
Renee walked out of the bedroom and laughed, taking in the scene. "Now this, is a party," she whispered into my ear, causing my teeth to ground together as I kept my aim on the asshole who first invited us inside. "What a delight!" she continued as she walked her naked ass over to where Pop and Lazo stood, facing each other.
When I saw Renee take the gun that Lazo held out to her, my eyes widened in stun as she lifted her hand and placed the barrel of it against the back of Carlisle's head. Blue Eyes, who was standing next to me, aiming his pistol at Liam, noticed the change in my demeanor and scrunched his brows together. "Keep your focus, B."
Pop narrowed his eyes at me as I switched my aim to Renee. "Your uncovered, Swan. Fix that, right now."
There was no way in hell.
This was a man who I fucking admired, to an unimaginable fucking extent.
A man who was needed, by a certain someone who I needed.
A man who that certain someone won't have to deal with losing, if it's up to me.
And right now, it's fucking up to me.
"Well look at that," Renee whispered, raising at eyebrow at me. "It looks as if I hit a certain button for you."
"Bella," Blue Eyes whispered as he kept his eyes on Junior and weapon on Liam. "Move your fucking aim."
I ignored their words, simply because there was a naked loony shoving her pistol into the back of Pop's head.
"Do you think of this man as your new father, sweetheart?" said naked loony asked me with a smile, remaining behind Carlisle. "Is that why you look so upset right now, because he's going to get blown to fucking pieces?"
I caught a smile over Junior's features as he clicked the safety off of his gun that was aimed at me. "Boss?"
"Move your fucking aim, Bella!" the Chief shouted after Lazo commanded a low whisper of "In a minute."
I heard the safety click off of Renee's pistol before my fingers followed the action of hers. "Oh my Goodness! Are you planning of shooting your own mother?" she gasped in mock shock as her eyes danced in excitement.
I kept my eyes on her as I felt tears run out of them. "Please, lower your gun, Renee. This isn't a joke."
"I want you to feel the same pain that I felt when you took them away from me," she whispered.
Carlisle cursed at her words as he closed his eyes, putting everything together. "Bella, Jesus Christ."
"Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?" Blue Eyes asked impatiently. "I'm getting bored here."
"Are you protected?" Pop asked him as he opened up his eyes again. "Tell me that you're protected."
Whitlock's eyebrows scrunched together. "I am," he answered, silently telling the Chief that he had a vest on.
"Move your aim to her target," he said, a change of plan forming behind his eyelids. "Keep your sight open."
"Shoot me, Bella," Renee murmured as Blue Eye's pistol went to Junior, who tightened his grip on his own.
"Swan," Carlisle whispered, not at all phased that he had two fucking guns pointing at him. "Look at me."
"Shoot me, Bella!" Renee screamed as she started jumping up and down. "Please, shoot me! Shoot me!"
Pop rolled his eyes at the lunatic behind him. "I need you to look at me, Bella. No one else, look at me."
"Three!" Renee screamed as my whole body tensed up, causing Jasper's own to follow suit, immediately.
Shaking his head, the Chief frowned, keeping his eyes on Lazo. "Don't do this, Bella. It's not worth it."
"Two!" Renee screamed, keeping her eyes on me as she waved a 'bye bye' at the back of Pop's head.
I fired, not a second after I saw the gesture.
I fired, as Pop grabbed a hold of Lazo's gun with one hand and smashed his palm into his nose with the other.
I fired, as Jasper's body flew in front of my own when Junior pulled his trigger.
I fired, as Mike shot a bullet into Liam's hand when he went to shoot at Whitlock.
And once again, I fired my fifth shot as I watched Renee's body fall down onto the floor.
Her body that was now lifeless.
Because of my hands.
This chapter was AMAZING! I love to see the connection that Bella has with Edward. I love how Bella deals with Piggy's insanity. Basically I love everything!
ReplyDeleteI have only one complaint about the blog, I can't read the text very well because the text color is almost the same color as the background, which is grey. Other than that I love it! xoxo
Wow, I Loved. It Kinda Reminded Me Of Emmett When He Shot His Own Pop. I Was Kinda Surprised When Renee Didnt Say Anything About 'Lauren' Being Bella To Lazo. N I Understand A Whole Lot From OIHYBILYT That I Didnt Understand Before. Thnx 4 This Chap, Im Looking Forward 2 The Next One
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Damn. Bella just can't get a break can she? Renee had to go, but geez she really blamed Bella for both of her husbands leavng her. I love Bella's interaction with Piggy, it kinda makes me want Bella to get pregnant with her own little mini Edward..hmm??? I can't wait to see what's next. Update soon!
ReplyDeleteOnce again you shock me as how you can make me laugh, get angry, shocked, and sad all in one friggin chapter! I wish Renee would have said a lil more about what charlie was doing. It seems like he was doing some not so legal things....yeah?
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad that you decided to continue your story and now you have your own blog. I agree, FF can be a bitch! Speaking of so can Renee. Is she dead? If not she needs to be. Another awesome chapter. Loved the family dinner. Leo patting Bella's stomach and saying she had a baby in her belly. To funny! Can't wait to read the next chapter. Keep up the good work and update soon!:)
ReplyDeleteOh shit! Oh shit! I can't stop repeating that over and over. There was so much going on in the chapter but like always it was good. I liked when Bella was stating the rules to Piggy and the process in which Edward washes the lettuce. To funny. But that last part...always leaving us wanting more! I can't wait for the next chapter. Is there a way we can be notified when u update the blog?
ReplyDeleteOnce again you rock my world. I love your story chica. You got crazy ass piggy who makes my day and Bella and Edward who are just perfect in their insane way.love that I can follow you on blogger and its uber easy.
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That was sooo goooodddd amazing even... i cant wait for the next chapter when will it be up write soon ;)
ReplyDeleteChrist, s'pose putting five rounds in your mothers head(?) doesn't quite make her an innocent bystander anymore. "Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda" meal with a side order of guilt right there.
ReplyDeleteSeriously brilliant though, lovin the connection she has with the whole family/team.
Wow! That was great! Loved the whole Lilly thing and the whole 'Bella has a baby in her tummy' and that ending was so.....I'm just speechless. You are one of my favorite authors
ReplyDeleteOmg!! Dude, I kinda predicted that! I figured it out... Lol... Dude thanks for this website yo... loved it. This was a shocking chapter. I think Bella had to get that out of her system because of the hurt her mom caused for her. As for the new girl... is Edward going to like date her or some shit just to make Bella jealous and realize she's in love with him? Cuz that's kinda redundant.... But Loved the first part too... My Boyfriend Joe, Larry, Taylor.... Awesome dude. That was the highlight. Until Next time hookah...
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this is the best story I have read in my entire life, and i have read a lot of stories!I read this story and think to myself,"I wish I was in this story right now, with these people!"
ReplyDeletekeep up the great work and try to keep the story going for as long as possible!lol