Part Two
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Jasper
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Tap. Tap. Tap
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
What the hell?
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Creak….
I opened my groggy eyes to see Emmett slipping through the door like a sneak thief on mission impossible.
“Hey bro, you up?” He whispered.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I hate when people have the nerve to purposefully wake you up and then ask if you’re awake.
I mean for fucks sake, if I had been awake the asshole wouldn’t have had to ask.
“Does it look like I’m up?” I asked him burrowing back into my covers.
“Well… actually…” he trailed off laughing.
“Dickhead…” I muttered.
I snuggled in and forgot the world.
Mmmm… Covers… naked Bella.
I could have seriously stayed like this for eternity. I was almost back asleep when I heard.
“Psst. Psst. Bro?”
“What?” I sighed.
“Sorry to wake you, but Esme says we need to be ready to leave in an hour.”
My head popped up.
“What day is it?” I asked.
“Sunday, so get your ass up.” Bastard was smiling at me when I picked my head up to look at him, and it only widened when we heard Bella huff and throw her arm around me.
Fuck.
Sunday.
Sunday meant church.
Kill me now.
“Alright, I’m up,” I rasped out, in serious need of H20.
And maybe an Advil. Fuck my head hurt.
“We still on for tonight?” Emmett questioned.
“Defiantly.” I answered, probably looking like a lunatic from the smile on my face.
I was so looking forward to tonight.
I couldn’t wait to see the look on James’ face when we showed up with Alistair and the O’ Doyle boys. Fucker would probably shit his pants.
I know I would.
Not to mention I had a lot of pent up anger, and since I couldn’t take it out on the person I most wanted to -namely Edward- James would provide a much needed distraction.
Yes, It would suit me right down to the ground.
“Is she alright?” Emmett asked me softly, looking over at Bella’s sleeping form, and you could see the remorse in his eyes. I knew he felt terrible about his wife’s outburst last night. Emmett really did love Bella like his sister.
“I really don’t know, we didn’t talk much last night.” I answered truthfully.
“Oh, I know.” he sung, waggling his eye and pointing behind me.
All you could see was a great wad of covers, one pale leg from the lower thigh down, the arm that was wrapped around my torso and a mass of chocolate hair.
“Jasper?” Bella questioned, stirring next to me; it was muffled and I barley heard her.
“Hey baby.” I laughed, digging through the sheets to find her face. Her eyes were shut tight and her nose was wrinkled.
She looked so fucking cute.
“Oh God, Is that Emmett?” She groaned.
“Yes.” I simply answered, trying to keep the amusement from my voice.
“Tell’em to go away, I’m sleepy.” She grumbled digging herself deeper into the pillows, trying fruitlessly to block out the light that was spilling in from the bedroom windows.
“No can do, darlin’, it‘s Sunday.” I informed her.
She must not have cared for my answer, cause she growled, and told me to ‘fuck off.’
“Hey Belly-Bean?” Emmett whispered-yelled.
I never did understand that phrase, maybe it was because it always came out as yelling when Emmett did it.
Fucker always got us caught sneaking out of the house when we were teenagers.
“What?” Came her muffled and very grumpy reply.
“Jasper?” Bella questioned, stirring next to me; it was muffled and I barley heard her.
“Hey baby.” I laughed, digging through the sheets to find her face. Her eyes were shut tight and her nose was wrinkled.
She looked so fucking cute.
“Oh God, Is that Emmett?” She groaned.
“Yes.” I simply answered, trying to keep the amusement from my voice.
“Tell’em to go away, I’m sleepy.” She grumbled digging herself deeper into the pillows, trying fruitlessly to block out the light that was spilling in from the bedroom windows.
“No can do, darlin’, it‘s Sunday.” I informed her.
She must not have cared for my answer, cause she growled, and told me to ‘fuck off.’
“Hey Belly-Bean?” Emmett whispered-yelled.
I never did understand that phrase, maybe it was because it always came out as yelling when Emmett did it.
Fucker always got us caught sneaking out of the house when we were teenagers.
“What?” Came her muffled and very grumpy reply.
“Does this vest make me look gay?” He asked in all seriousness, and I had to bite my fist to keep from laughing. He looked so fucking serious.
“Not a word from you.” Em said, pointing to me.
I held my hands up in defense. “Of course not.”
Bella pulled the sheet securely around her and sat up, blinking the sleep away and rubbing her face.
She seemed to consider it for a moment before she smiled and Emmett’s face lit up like the Fourth of July.
“You look like you might have seen one up close.” she told him coolly, and I couldn’t help it. I busted up, laughing in Emmett’s face while he stood there looking like someone just kicked his dog.
“Thanks a lot, sissy.” Emmett grumped.
“Serves you right, barging in here every morning.” Bella reprimanded him, while grabbing the throw at the foot of the bed to cover herself better.
Emmett took one look at me, cause I was still laughing and trying like the devil not to piss my bed. “Fuck you Jazz.”
“But, I didn’t say anything.” I argued, still laughing.
“You didn’t have too.”
And the big fucker was pouting. Of course this only made me laugh harder.
“No, I didn’t, Bella did it for me.” I told him my laughing finally trailing off into a long bouts of coughing.
See even I get punished when I’m mean, but it was so worth it.
“Well you two better be ready in 45 minutes.” Emmett told Bella, as he looked at his watch and continued to sulk.
“That is,” he said, with his mischievous grin coming back.
“That is if you can walk,” he teased gyrating his hips on the open door, calling out my name in a high girly voice and making kissy faces.
Kissy faces? Really Jasper?
Fuck.
It’s too early for this.
Thank God Bella and I were on the same pace.
“Get the fuck out Emmett.” Bella yelled, throwing the alarm clock at his head. Which landed with a resounding crack as it shattered against the hardwood.
I heard a faint, “Language, Emmett.” Being called down the hall by Aunt Esme.
“Not a word from you.” Em said, pointing to me.
I held my hands up in defense. “Of course not.”
Bella pulled the sheet securely around her and sat up, blinking the sleep away and rubbing her face.
She seemed to consider it for a moment before she smiled and Emmett’s face lit up like the Fourth of July.
“You look like you might have seen one up close.” she told him coolly, and I couldn’t help it. I busted up, laughing in Emmett’s face while he stood there looking like someone just kicked his dog.
“Thanks a lot, sissy.” Emmett grumped.
“Serves you right, barging in here every morning.” Bella reprimanded him, while grabbing the throw at the foot of the bed to cover herself better.
Emmett took one look at me, cause I was still laughing and trying like the devil not to piss my bed. “Fuck you Jazz.”
“But, I didn’t say anything.” I argued, still laughing.
“You didn’t have too.”
And the big fucker was pouting. Of course this only made me laugh harder.
“No, I didn’t, Bella did it for me.” I told him my laughing finally trailing off into a long bouts of coughing.
See even I get punished when I’m mean, but it was so worth it.
“Well you two better be ready in 45 minutes.” Emmett told Bella, as he looked at his watch and continued to sulk.
“That is,” he said, with his mischievous grin coming back.
“That is if you can walk,” he teased gyrating his hips on the open door, calling out my name in a high girly voice and making kissy faces.
Kissy faces? Really Jasper?
Fuck.
It’s too early for this.
Thank God Bella and I were on the same pace.
“Get the fuck out Emmett.” Bella yelled, throwing the alarm clock at his head. Which landed with a resounding crack as it shattered against the hardwood.
I heard a faint, “Language, Emmett.” Being called down the hall by Aunt Esme.
Esme could and did curse with the best of us, but she didn’t do it on Sunday and if you knew what was good for you, you didn’t either.
It was just her thing.
“But it was Bella,” Emmett whined as he was shutting the door behind him.
It wasn’t too long after that we heard a tale-tell smack and a “Well, you probably provoked her.”
Yep. Esme was defending Bella.
Why? You ask.
Well, no cursing on Sunday was definitely Esme‘s thing; but there are only two people walking this Earth who can get away with it.
Granny Platt, and Bella.
Bella could get away with it because if you were to scold Bella in any way, Granny Platt would be on you faster that you can say ‘pick a switch’.
Trust me. I’ve seen it.
Emmett had to learn the hard way.
Ah. Granny Platt. It was a bittersweet thing to think about that woman.
Filthy rich and meaner than a swarm of wasps.
Esme’s mother, my mother’s mother.
I liked to call her Granny True-cause if that woman was anything it was honest-and if she was drunk enough she would usually let me.
So that was almost always.
But Bella. Bella could call her what ever the hell she wanted, she could call her the “Evil Ice Bitch” to her face and my Granny would eat that shit up with a smile and ask for seconds.
Its scary really, how much those two are alike.
Brutally honest, smart and loyal with tempers that could make the Devil cower in a corner.
Really, the only thing Bella was missing was the thick Texas accent, the smell of Channel No.5 and about 80 years worth of scotch.
But seeing as Bella’s drink of choice was scotch… well you get the idea.
Bella had kissed me sweetly on the lips before she headed for the bathroom, leaving me sitting naked in my empty bed and smiling like an idiot.
That fucking girl made me so happy.
I almost hated the fact that Trudy was coming with us to Ireland for Christmas, well, she was just going to come for Alice’s wedding, but decided to come early to spend the holidays with the Cullen’s, and to drive me nuts by bringing my gold-digging, great aunt along.
Those evil bitches would steal Bella from me.
And oh God the horror.
The Cullen’s, Platt’s, Whitlock’s, and O’ Doyle’s, almost all women, staying all under one roof.
Oh joy.
Did I mention kill me?
Cause I know sure as flies on shit; as soon as my Granny and Auntie Rue see Bella, it’s gonna be “Piss off boy, make yourself useful and find Granny a drink, never mind about the ice,” and she’ll be doing all of this while she dotes on Bella and yells at the servants.
I’ve never understood it, mostly because Granny Platt hates everyone, but for whatever reason Granny Platt loved Bella, like really loved Bella, like is leaving her everything in the event of her death, loves Bella.
And once those two got together...
Fuck, hide the scotch…
Hide the gun…
just hide…
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Belonging to a family of Illegal Arms Dealers and attending a church of only 280 made for quiet the interesting Sunday morning.
It was like being on the fucking red carpet during the Oscars.
All we were missing was the ugly old lady that lets you know whether your Oscar outfit was a hit or miss.
Everyone knew who we were.
Everyone.
And I shit you not; church was a better place to pick up gossip then at the fucking mall.
So when the family showed up this morning with Bella, who some have never met, and the rest hadn’t seen in four years, the gossip starting flying.
By time we had sat down Bella had already been my wife, ex-wife with a eating disorder, my mistress, a sister who’s been away at rehab, a super model, Carlisle’s bastard child and the list goes on.
You’d think that with the money my family leaves in the collection plate each week that the community would find another family to spread rumors about.
Think again.
All in all the morning went off with out a hitch.
After church we all came home and had brunch, which was fuck-awesome for my hangover.
Alice showed up around 4 to spend sometime with Bella while we men went out.
Rosalie hadn’t said a word to Bella today, and I’m not sure if it’s because, she’s afraid, that a) I’ll kill her. B) Bella will kill her. C) Emmett will divorce her, or d) All of the above.
I think that Rosalie was still in too much trouble with Emmett to really feel remorse yet. So I ruled that out altogether.
She also could have been scared of what Esme might be like if she really pissed her off, cause last night was nothing.
By time we had sat down Bella had already been my wife, ex-wife with a eating disorder, my mistress, a sister who’s been away at rehab, a super model, Carlisle’s bastard child and the list goes on.
You’d think that with the money my family leaves in the collection plate each week that the community would find another family to spread rumors about.
Think again.
All in all the morning went off with out a hitch.
After church we all came home and had brunch, which was fuck-awesome for my hangover.
Alice showed up around 4 to spend sometime with Bella while we men went out.
Rosalie hadn’t said a word to Bella today, and I’m not sure if it’s because, she’s afraid, that a) I’ll kill her. B) Bella will kill her. C) Emmett will divorce her, or d) All of the above.
I think that Rosalie was still in too much trouble with Emmett to really feel remorse yet. So I ruled that out altogether.
She also could have been scared of what Esme might be like if she really pissed her off, cause last night was nothing.
I really didn’t care, either way, as long as she kept her mouth shut and a polite smile on her face we were all good.
“Are you gonna be alright?” I asked Bella for probably the eighth time in a five minute time span.
“I’ll be fine.” She giggled against my lips, “you’ll only be gone for the night, and I have the girls.”
“And you know where I-”
“Yes Jazz,” she told me, pushing me the rest of the way into the car, “there’s one by the bed, and two more in the bathroom, six in the kitchen, and the safe’s under the floor in your study. I got it, now go.”
Okay then.
“Kiss me.” I told her.
And she did, it was slow and entirely to chaste for my taste, but we were in front of her father so, what could you do.
“I love you.”
“Are you gonna be alright?” I asked Bella for probably the eighth time in a five minute time span.
“I’ll be fine.” She giggled against my lips, “you’ll only be gone for the night, and I have the girls.”
“And you know where I-”
“Yes Jazz,” she told me, pushing me the rest of the way into the car, “there’s one by the bed, and two more in the bathroom, six in the kitchen, and the safe’s under the floor in your study. I got it, now go.”
Okay then.
“Kiss me.” I told her.
And she did, it was slow and entirely to chaste for my taste, but we were in front of her father so, what could you do.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, you big baby.” She giggled and closed the door in my face.
Now it was my turn to sulk and Emmett turn to laugh at me.
Now it was my turn to sulk and Emmett turn to laugh at me.
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| Randell |
Randell was waiting for us, as requested, when we arrived at our destination.
“Report.” Alistair immediately ordered, not even having a foot on the ground yet.
“He’s uh pain in the arse, this fucker, a real chancre, but he’s alive, if that’s what ’ye mean.” Randell exhaled a long breath of smoke and quietly chucked to himself before adding, “Quite uh mouth on him though, had to gag’em.”
“And me boys?” Alistair asked.
“Waitin’ inside.” Randell answered without hesitation.
“I gotta say boss, I was surprised you called ‘em, that fucker got somethin’ t’ do with the little one?” Randell asked in reference to Bella.
“Not yer business, boy.” Alistair growled.
“Sir.” Randell nodded, stubbed out his cigarette and led the way inside.
I couldn’t contain the smile that broke out across my face at seeing James shackled to the wall. Randell didn’t lie when he said that James was relatively untouched, nor about him having to be gagged.
Didn’t hurt my feelings, none.
Actually I was grateful, until today I wasn’t aware men could make the noises that were coming out his mouth.
“Report.” Alistair immediately ordered, not even having a foot on the ground yet.
“He’s uh pain in the arse, this fucker, a real chancre, but he’s alive, if that’s what ’ye mean.” Randell exhaled a long breath of smoke and quietly chucked to himself before adding, “Quite uh mouth on him though, had to gag’em.”
“And me boys?” Alistair asked.
“Waitin’ inside.” Randell answered without hesitation.
“I gotta say boss, I was surprised you called ‘em, that fucker got somethin’ t’ do with the little one?” Randell asked in reference to Bella.
“Not yer business, boy.” Alistair growled.
“Sir.” Randell nodded, stubbed out his cigarette and led the way inside.
I couldn’t contain the smile that broke out across my face at seeing James shackled to the wall. Randell didn’t lie when he said that James was relatively untouched, nor about him having to be gagged.
Didn’t hurt my feelings, none.
Actually I was grateful, until today I wasn’t aware men could make the noises that were coming out his mouth.
As promised Connor and Alec were waiting for us just inside, they were both carrying thick black bags that I imagined a doctor would use for making house calls.
They kind of looked like doctors. Under their thick parkas, both men where wearing lab coats and sporting rubber gloves.
I heard rumors that they were actually brothers, they really didn’t look alike other than dressing the same, but you could see the kinship there just by looking at them.
They kind of looked like doctors. Under their thick parkas, both men where wearing lab coats and sporting rubber gloves.
I heard rumors that they were actually brothers, they really didn’t look alike other than dressing the same, but you could see the kinship there just by looking at them.
“Boys?” Alistair said joyfully with a big happy smile, and greeted them with a hug.
The darker haired one spoke first, “Hey old man, we heard this pricks t’ get the special, what de fuck he do, eh?”
“Conner, yer gonna be wit Jasper, on this. We need some information.” Alistair told him; effectively changing the subject.
“Well, what de fuck ‘ye need me for, I heard uh him,” Connor said, waving his hand in my general direction, “they say he’s got the way wit words.” He finished jokingly.
He wasn’t the only one confused.
“Too personal, boy. He’ll kill ‘em before he gets anything‘.”
“And you?” Alec questioned, stepping to shake Alistair’s hand.
“Same.”
The darker haired one spoke first, “Hey old man, we heard this pricks t’ get the special, what de fuck he do, eh?”
“Conner, yer gonna be wit Jasper, on this. We need some information.” Alistair told him; effectively changing the subject.
“Well, what de fuck ‘ye need me for, I heard uh him,” Connor said, waving his hand in my general direction, “they say he’s got the way wit words.” He finished jokingly.
He wasn’t the only one confused.
“Too personal, boy. He’ll kill ‘em before he gets anything‘.”
“And you?” Alec questioned, stepping to shake Alistair’s hand.
“Same.”
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| Conner and Alec |
“Well, alright then.” Conner exclaimed, even happier than before. “Let’s go do some gratuitous violence.”
I had to laugh at that. It would be gratuitous. Very.
I was right earlier when I said James would be shitting his pants when he saw the players we had with us tonight.
He started screaming like a girl long before anyone touched him.
And I was actually afraid he may suffer heart failure before anyone does anything to him.
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I had to laugh at that. It would be gratuitous. Very.
I was right earlier when I said James would be shitting his pants when he saw the players we had with us tonight.
He started screaming like a girl long before anyone touched him.
And I was actually afraid he may suffer heart failure before anyone does anything to him.
~~
“You alright, bro.” Emmett asked, stepping up beside me and taking the proffered cigarette I was handing him.
We had been here for six hours.
Six very bloody hours.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Just taking a minute to process all that shit we just heard in there.”
“Lot to take in.” Emmett agreed.
It was.
We had been here for six hours.
Six very bloody hours.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Just taking a minute to process all that shit we just heard in there.”
“Lot to take in.” Emmett agreed.
It was.
James started singing like a bird around the end of the fourth hour. Telling me more shit than I ever wanted to know.
We started with his fingers, Connor had an awesome pair of skinning knives to which we used for just that purpose.
We started with his fingers, Connor had an awesome pair of skinning knives to which we used for just that purpose.
In my eyes James was receiving punishment for every time his fist met with her cream skin, and he was punished over and over again.
10 fingers skinned clean to the bone, and we were just getting started.
He screamed through it all, but he refused to talk, well, about anything other than what Bella’s pussy tasted like and how much he enjoyed breaking her.
It was then I understood why Alistair had called in professionals. I would have killed him, and almost did several times.
Alistair called in the boy, cause Alec and Conner could take James‘ taunting, they didn’t know Bella, and weren‘t affected by it.
It wasn’t until we started working with the meat on his upper thigh, that he quit taunting and started talking.
And holy shit did he talk.
James knew all along who Bella was, he was paid to hire her on at the club, to keep tabs on her. He told us that he reported to a man once a month who called himself, D.
10 fingers skinned clean to the bone, and we were just getting started.
He screamed through it all, but he refused to talk, well, about anything other than what Bella’s pussy tasted like and how much he enjoyed breaking her.
It was then I understood why Alistair had called in professionals. I would have killed him, and almost did several times.
Alistair called in the boy, cause Alec and Conner could take James‘ taunting, they didn’t know Bella, and weren‘t affected by it.
It wasn’t until we started working with the meat on his upper thigh, that he quit taunting and started talking.
And holy shit did he talk.
James knew all along who Bella was, he was paid to hire her on at the club, to keep tabs on her. He told us that he reported to a man once a month who called himself, D.
We had no idea who this “D” was, and supposedly neither did James, he would or could only give us his description, tall, dark hair, French accent, even though James claims the man to be Italian.
Randell got a funny look on his face and started immediately going through the contacts on James’ phone.
It pissed me off but, for some reason I wasn’t even the tiniest bit surprised to find a plethora of video and photographs of Bella; Bella eating, Bella going to and from work…
Mother fucker was obsessed.
Randell got a funny look on his face and started immediately going through the contacts on James’ phone.
It pissed me off but, for some reason I wasn’t even the tiniest bit surprised to find a plethora of video and photographs of Bella; Bella eating, Bella going to and from work…
Mother fucker was obsessed.
I had to stop myself when I found some of Bella sleeping, that fucker had either been in her apartment or, he had someone else doing it for him.
Not something I wanted to think about, either way you slice it.
I was stubbing out my smoke just as Alistair stepped out, wiping an impressive spray of blood from his face.
Not something I wanted to think about, either way you slice it.
I was stubbing out my smoke just as Alistair stepped out, wiping an impressive spray of blood from his face.
“Ye alright, lad?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. He had been worried since my little episode last night.
For fucks sake, I nearly stroked out.
I checked myself, and I nodded.
I felt sound as a pound.
“I think there’s more to it than he’s telling.” I told him, breaking the awkward silence that had enveloped us.
Alistair sighed and I knew right away that something bad was about to come out of his mouth.
“I, yer right, there is more, but I need ‘ye t’ be calm when I tells ‘ye, alright?”
My head snapped up so fast it was a wonder I didn’t break my own neck.
“What is it?” I asked, fearing the answer.
For fucks sake, I nearly stroked out.
I checked myself, and I nodded.
I felt sound as a pound.
“I think there’s more to it than he’s telling.” I told him, breaking the awkward silence that had enveloped us.
Alistair sighed and I knew right away that something bad was about to come out of his mouth.
“I, yer right, there is more, but I need ‘ye t’ be calm when I tells ‘ye, alright?”
My head snapped up so fast it was a wonder I didn’t break my own neck.
“What is it?” I asked, fearing the answer.
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| Demetri Caponi |
“We got a problem, a big one,” he sighed. “Da bastard wasn’ lyin’ when he said he worked fer a man called “D”, but what he didn’ tell us is that “D” is Demetri Caponi.”
Fuck me.
I hate being right.
“I,” Alistair confirmed my suspicions.
“Why? What would Aro gain by having Bella followed?” I asked, outraged.
Fucking Ginny prick.
Fuck me.
I hate being right.
“I,” Alistair confirmed my suspicions.
“Why? What would Aro gain by having Bella followed?” I asked, outraged.
Fucking Ginny prick.
Fuck. Aro Volturi.
“Wait, you don’t think Edward has something to do with it?”
“It’s very possible, or maybe he doesn’ know shit.”
I guess it was possible either way, and either way that means that Bella was in a hell of a lot more danger than we ever thought her to be.
Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“I need to get home.” I announced suddenly, feeling the panic start to bubble up in my chest.
I was starting to lose my shit again and I only wanted to get home to Bella.
“I, lad, just stick it out uh little longer, eh? Alec’s just about through wit him.”
I nodded and followed him back in.
Seven hours we had been here, it may not sound like a lot of time, but I guarantee with the amount of pain James has been put through, it was probably feeling like seven hundred.
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| No longer a man |
In seven hours, between seven men, we had managed to alter the life of James T. Collins forever.
He would never walk on his own two legs again.
He would never feed himself again.
And my personal favorite, he would never enjoy the pleasure of a woman again.
To be frank. He would never fuck again.
And when I’m done with him, he’ll never speak again.
I approached, more fire in my veins than before.
“So, do you still think it was fun to watch her bleed?” I asked him rhetorically.
“I wonder if it was as much fun as I had watching you bleed?” I told him, examining the bloody knife Alistair had used to remove what made him a man.
He would never walk on his own two legs again.
He would never feed himself again.
And my personal favorite, he would never enjoy the pleasure of a woman again.
To be frank. He would never fuck again.
And when I’m done with him, he’ll never speak again.
I approached, more fire in my veins than before.
“So, do you still think it was fun to watch her bleed?” I asked him rhetorically.
“I wonder if it was as much fun as I had watching you bleed?” I told him, examining the bloody knife Alistair had used to remove what made him a man.
I crouched down if front of him, dragging the blade up the underside of his chin. “I know I enjoyed it.” I whispered.
“P-please..” he begged. Tears and snot pouring down his face.
“Please?” I scoffed. “Please what?”
“Let me go, I won’t hurt her, I can’t hurt her.”
He really was pathetic.
“Oh, I know you won’t.”
“PLEASE….PLEASE…. I won’t tell anyone!”
I laughed and waved for Alec to bring me a set of metal clamps he had been holding for me.
“Yeah see James your not very good at this, because I already know that, too.”
Alec took one side and Connor on the other, they pinned his head back pride his mouth apart, stretching his tongue as far as it could go.
These fuckers really were good at their jobs, they had a whole supply of antibiotics, and every thing you could think of to prolong his life.
“PWEASE UST CILL WE!” he pleaded around the clamp in his mouth.
I pretended to think about it for a minute, then shook my head as I lined up the knife with edge of his mouth.
“Sorry James, but that would be merciful, and I don’t do mercy.”
“P-please..” he begged. Tears and snot pouring down his face.
“Please?” I scoffed. “Please what?”
“Let me go, I won’t hurt her, I can’t hurt her.”
He really was pathetic.
“Oh, I know you won’t.”
“PLEASE….PLEASE…. I won’t tell anyone!”
I laughed and waved for Alec to bring me a set of metal clamps he had been holding for me.
“Yeah see James your not very good at this, because I already know that, too.”
Alec took one side and Connor on the other, they pinned his head back pride his mouth apart, stretching his tongue as far as it could go.
These fuckers really were good at their jobs, they had a whole supply of antibiotics, and every thing you could think of to prolong his life.
“PWEASE UST CILL WE!” he pleaded around the clamp in his mouth.
I pretended to think about it for a minute, then shook my head as I lined up the knife with edge of his mouth.
“Sorry James, but that would be merciful, and I don’t do mercy.”
I’m fairly certain he passed out before the knife ever touched him, which sucked, but we were done here and I could finally go home to my Bella.
“Oi, would ‘ye look at dis fucker,” Alec said holding up James’ tongue.
“What?” Conner barked, trying to prepare James for travel.
“The little sissy fuckers got uh tattoo on his fuckin’ tongue.”
“Let me see.” Conner demanded in disbelief.
“You idiot. That’s no fuckin’ tattoo, it’s uh brand, this little tweeker’s got himself one lonely owner somewhere.”
“He’s a sex slave?” I asked incredulous.
“That he is.” Conner chuckled.
“Oi, would ‘ye look at dis fucker,” Alec said holding up James’ tongue.
“What?” Conner barked, trying to prepare James for travel.
“The little sissy fuckers got uh tattoo on his fuckin’ tongue.”
“Let me see.” Conner demanded in disbelief.
“You idiot. That’s no fuckin’ tattoo, it’s uh brand, this little tweeker’s got himself one lonely owner somewhere.”
“He’s a sex slave?” I asked incredulous.
“That he is.” Conner chuckled.
Well shit. I guess you learn something new everyday.
~~
The ride home was awkward.
Emmett wasn’t speaking to me.
He hadn’t said a word to me since we had showered and changed at my apartment in the city.
That was were I made the final call on whether James lived or died.
I know Emmett doesn’t agree with me, but the way I see it to have killed him would have made it too easy for him. Now he would suffer the rest of his life, and knowing why.
There wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it, either.
I had left him with no form of communication.
Other than Emmett’s sudden need to become a mute, the whole car felt lighter.
Carlisle and Alistair were chatting happily in the back seat, going on about nothing really, just being men in that time of their life.
Weddings and grandchildren were high up on that list it seems.
The ride home was awkward.
Emmett wasn’t speaking to me.
He hadn’t said a word to me since we had showered and changed at my apartment in the city.
That was were I made the final call on whether James lived or died.
I know Emmett doesn’t agree with me, but the way I see it to have killed him would have made it too easy for him. Now he would suffer the rest of his life, and knowing why.
There wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it, either.
I had left him with no form of communication.
Other than Emmett’s sudden need to become a mute, the whole car felt lighter.
Carlisle and Alistair were chatting happily in the back seat, going on about nothing really, just being men in that time of their life.
Weddings and grandchildren were high up on that list it seems.
Gulp.
Yeah, I said grandchildren.
I wonder what Alistair would think if he knew I was gonna bang the shit out of his daughter as soon as walked through that door.
Hey. He wants grandchildren, right?
The house was dark, expected.
We quietly bid each other good night at the front door so we wouldn’t wake up the girls as we entered.
I happily didn’t have to worry about that.
I got the surprise of my fucking life when I opened the door to our room.
Bella was leaned against the wall; one foot propped up behind her.
Wearing only a thigh-high stocking attached to a little garter belt, and fucking heels that made my dick weep.
Yeah, I said grandchildren.
I wonder what Alistair would think if he knew I was gonna bang the shit out of his daughter as soon as walked through that door.
Hey. He wants grandchildren, right?
The house was dark, expected.
We quietly bid each other good night at the front door so we wouldn’t wake up the girls as we entered.
I happily didn’t have to worry about that.
I got the surprise of my fucking life when I opened the door to our room.
Bella was leaned against the wall; one foot propped up behind her.
Wearing only a thigh-high stocking attached to a little garter belt, and fucking heels that made my dick weep.
 |
| FUCK ME! |
That was it. Nothing else.
And fuck me if she wasn’t twirling a fucking set of handcuff around her finger as she kicked of the wall and headed too me.
“Baby?” I asked nervously.
“Shh.” she cooed placing a single digit over my mouth.
“No more talking.” She told me, and pulled me along to the bed.
“I’ve been a bad girl, Jasper, and I think I need to be punished.” she told me pushing me down and unzipping my pants.
Bless me lord for I am about to sin… A lot.
~~
Two hours, three showers and a lot of fucking later, we finally made it to the bed.
Bella was propped up on her side, tracing the lines of the tattoo on my hand.
Migg’s who was finally released from the bathroom was snuggled at the far end of the bed under the comforter.
It was bliss.
The day had started early, and seemed to last forever, but I’d do it everyday just to have these quiet moments.
Ugly dog under the covers; sawing logs, sated from having the best damn sex I have ever experienced and the love of my life resting at my side.
If life gets any better, they may have to surgically remove the stupid fucking smile off my face.
“Move in with me?”
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