Twelve

Chapter Twelve - Torturous Days and Kinky Nights…
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Jasper
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“Where the fuck is Edward?”

Emmett just looked at me and smiled.

I guess he’s been waiting too.

“I got that asshole locked up real tight.”  He drawled out, puffing out his chest, and obviously proud of himself.

I cocked a brow in his direction suggesting that he should keep talking.

“We’ll, he’s been whining like a little bitch about how it’s not his fault or something, but I just let him run his mouth.  I figured I’d save all the fun shit until you got home.”

I smiled at him then, it was exactly what I wanted to hear.

“Well then, lets go have a chat with our guest, shall we?”  I asked.

“Sounds like a plan, lad.”  Alistair piped in looking scarier than I had ever remembered him being, but he was scary cause he never showed emotions from anywhere but his eyes.

I was more than ready to start this, but there was still something I was unsure of.

“Carlisle,”  I said turning to face the only father I had ever really known,  “are you gonna be alright?  You don’t have to do this.”  I told him.

How could I expect him to have anything to do with the torture of his own son?

I couldn’t.

He was shaking his head at me.  “No.”  He said with resolve.  “You need a united front, and Bella is my daughter as well.”

I nodded.

It was a short walk to the basement.  Carlisle said something about this being part of the original foundation, and that the room was in was in fact used for war criminals and spies being held and tortured for information.

Well… Edward fit that description perfectly in my book.

The room itself was a stone foundation and it was only slightly bigger than a holding cell of an American jail.  It had an iron grate across the only widow, and even with the amount of fresh air the smell of mold and rot was almost overwhelming, being locked up in here was almost torture in itself.

When entering the room I noticed that like Emmett had said, Edward was in fairly good shape, he looked like he could use a shower and a shave, but other than a couple of bruises he looked to be in perfect health.

He was handcuffed and shackled to a metal chair at the center of the room, and he was gagged; Emmett’s doing I surmised.

Now that I had taken assessment of the situation and Edward’s condition I sent Emmett to fetch my bag.

He knew the one,  but I warned him that if he woke Bella there’d be hell to pay, I wasn’t exactly sure how she would feel about what I was about to do, but this man had nearly taken my child and the love of my life from me, I wasn‘t going to sit back and let him go unpunished.

I took a deep breath to center myself and focused on what I wanted to ask him and not on what happened to my Blackbird; if I didn’t I would end up killing him in the first few minutes.

And that just wouldn’t do.

James was gonna look pretty next to this cocksucker.

Maybe we could send Edward to the same live-in care facility we sent James, they could rub stubs and drool on each other, it really would warm my heart to see these two douche-bags together.

When Emmett returned with my bag I decided it was time to get this show on the road.

Edward was asleep or pretending when we entered the room and I had Emmett wake him up.

Yeah know, since he was so good at waking others.

Emmett did so happily.

With a very hard bitch slap to the face Edward was revived and screaming through his gag.

“Shut up!”  I told him, then taking another deep breath to calmed myself.  “You need to be quiet Edward, or you’ll never hear all the rules.”

“Rules,”  he mumbled through the thick cloth.  His eyes were wide and confused, and I forgot that the little princess couldn’t take on Bella in a fight if he tried, little Edward didn’t like to get his hands dirty; he had no idea how this worked.

Boy is he in for a surprise.

“Yes, you fuckin’ pretty-boy, rules.”  I had Emmett relieve Edward of the rest of his clothing and I gotta say I wouldn’t be none to happy about being in Edward position, the cold chair on your bare balls is bad enough, but the best was yet to come.

I learned this little trick from my own experience, a fuck-up that I happen to make and was caught doing a job by the Russian Mob.  Mean motherfucker they are, and this particular trick hurts like a mother fucker but it leaves the body intact.  

No muss, no fuss.

It was a simple rig, battery charger, some jumper cables, Edward’s bare ass and a metal chair.

I am a simple man after all.

Edward struggled through his being undressed and he started to pant as Emmett hooked the battery cables to the open wire chair.

“So,”  I said coming to sit on my haunches, looking him dead in the eye.  “like I said; there are rules to every game, and the rules to this are simple.  Answer all my questions, truthfully, and you may just walk out of here.  If not well…”  I nodded for Emmett to flip the switch.

There was a faint buzzing sound followed by Edward’s muffled screams and the smell of burnt flesh as Edward lurched his body from the chair as best he could.

I nodded again and Emmett killed the power.

“Now,”  I said moving just behind him,  “that you know the rules, I think I can remove this.”  I explained removing the gag.

Edward panted and gagged as tried to suck in more oxygen than humanly possible.

“You-you can’t d-do this…”  he said between gasps.

I laughed at him.

“Really?”  I asked in a board tone,  “Sure looks like I can.”

“What do you want from me?”  He demanded.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.  “I told you, I want to play a game.”

“Your sick!”  He spat at me.  “Your fucking twisted.”

 I shrugged my shoulders.  “Probably.”  I simply relied.

That made Emmett snicker, and Edward turned his attention to him.

“Emmett, brother, you aren’t really going to let him do this?  Father?”  Edward pleaded.

Emmett and Carlisle both looked to me, and I let them know if they had something to say now was the time.

Carlisle went first.  “Edward, you have done this to yourself, if it had been Jasper or Emmett they would be handed the same fate.”

Edward hung his head.

“Em?”  Edward called, dejected and on his last hope; he already knew better than to look for it from me or Alistair.  “Please.”  He begged.

Emmett crossed the small space.  “Edward,”  he said, and Edward raised his head.  Emmett hit him so hard the chair was sent careening backwards.  “Fuck you!”

I let him cry for a minute and let everything sink in; there was no one coming for him, even if he was Aro’s butt-buddy, Aro isn’t stupid enough to set his precious Italian leather boots in this country. He had no hope in the family, Carlisle had refused to help him and Emmett I’m pretty sure just fractured his cheek.

After a few minutes I had Emmett and Carlisle right his chair and knelt down before him once again.

“Are you ready to talk now?”  I asked, tapping his nose with my finger. “Remember now, I always could smell a lie, so don’t fuckin’ bother or I’ll slit your fuckin’ throat.”

He looked up from under his mussed hair and in a small voice asked, “What do you want to know?” 

I smiled, now we were getting somewhere.  “Well, how bout we start with why you left Bella in the most dangerous city in the world?”

He sneered at me.  “I told you I had my reasons.”

I shook my head and tsk’ed at him.  “Wrong answer, brother.”  and waved my hand.

Edward lurched again, screaming so loud that I was afraid it might carry upstairs, but Carlisle assured me that no one would hear anything down here.

I let the machine run slightly longer than the last, but cut it off before any numbness could set in.

When Emmett killed the switch Edward slumped forward, breathing heavily and sobbing.

“Please,”  He whispered.

I growled low and deep.  “THEN ANSWER THE FUCKIN’ QUESTION!”  ’

Edward jumped at the sound of my raised voice.  “I - I wanted,”  he started.  “I wanted her to need me.  That’s why I left home, but she would never need me as long as she had you.”  His voice was hard and hateful.

“So you loved her, then why leave her by herself?”

He fidgeted in his seat, carefully positioning his body to relieve some of the sting his backside and male anatomy were feeling.

“I thought she would come looking for me, I knew she’d be to stubborn to go home, even with you there, she’d be too embarrassed at what I did.  So I put my plan into action and started seeing Carmen Volturi, I needed an in and I got it.  I wanted to prove that I was better than you.”

“By joining Aro?”  I asked.

He nodded.

He was being completely honest and I couldn’t believe he would go so far to make me look incompetent.  He had hurt his Mother, Father, Brother, Sister, and he had hurt the one he claimed to love the most.

Bella had suffered greatly for his jealousy.

“You’re a piece of work, Edward.”  I was utterly disgusted with him.  “You call me sick, but you betray your family and the woman you claim to love all for the sake of… what Edward?  To show me up?”

“I DO LOVE HER!”  He yelled, and I hit that bastard with everything I had.

How fuckin’ dare he?

“You call that love!  You almost got her killed you foolish fuckin’ boy!”

“I know,”  he sobbed, his head lulled to the side and a great purple welt already forming across both of his eyes.

I knew I’d ended braking that pricks nose before the end of all this.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen,”  he whispered.  “I swear it.”

Again he was truthful, nothing in his face suggested otherwise, he showed no contempt only remorse for his previous actions.

“I, then why hire dat fellow t’ that hurt me girl?”  Alistair calmly asked, and Edward immediately tensed at his voice.

“I didn’t know.”  he replied.

“YOU LIE!”  Emmett yelled and flipped the switch again and Edward started thrashing.  “YOU PUT HER THERE!”

“NO!” Edward screamed and surged from his chair that was when I realized that Emmett must of had the setting on high.

If he kept that up he might kill, and it was much to early for that.

“EMMETT!”  I yelled and once again he killed the power.

Edward wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t know, but he was still hiding something, and it was time for another approach.

I strolled over to my bag whistling “Camp Town Races” of all things.  I don’t know why it suddenly popped into my head, but it was there so I went with it.

Maybe I really am sick?

O’ well.

I grabbed the nifty set of knives I had made after the James session, what can I say I fell in love with Conner’s two girls.  I hadn’t had time to name mine yet, but I’m sure something would come to me.

Edward was bawling harder than before as I slid the blade over his pinky.

“So your saying you didn’t have Demetri Caponi have James Collins beat and rape Bella?”  I asked him.

His face said it all, he had no idea what the fuck I was talking about.

He shook his head frantically and started mumbling under his breath, I couldn’t catch all of it but the words,  ‘Jacob Black’ and ‘never told me’ hit home hard.

I knew there was a reason I never trusted that fuckin’ Indian.

“Jacob Black was your contact?”

Edward nodded his head.

“And you had no idea about James?”

“I knew that she worked for him and that he was a humiliating man to work for, but do you really think I would have let her get hurt.”

I punched him again.  “YOU FUCKING SHOT HER!”  I roared out, feeling the blood rush to my head and my vision start to cloud.

“Give me one good reason why I should blow your head off?”  I asked him, pulling the gun from my breast holster and putting it to his temple.

“I didn’t mean to shoot her, I saw Laurent in the gilded mirror behind Bella’s head seconds before he shot me.  The gun accidentally discharged it when I was hit, it was never meant for her, I swear it on my life.”  He rushed out

Edward was telling the truth, every thing he said was the truth and I wasn’t sure I knew how to feel about that.

“Why was Laurent here?”  Carlisle asked.

“I honestly don’t know, he’s Marcus’s man.  I had only seen him twice before in passing at gatherings.”   Edward’s voice was starting to crack and the tears continued to fall.  “Please, no one will tell me.  Is she alright?  She isn’t -”

“No,” I told him.  “She lived.”

He just nodded.

“One more thing Edward,”  I said standing and sheathing the knife.  “why did you come back now?”

He looked up and I could see the torment in his eyes.  “Jacob told me about you showing up together at the apartment, and told me she was back with the family, it was my last hope.  I knew if she ever saw you again, I wouldn’t have the chance.  She never loved me did she?”

“Yes,”  I told him.  “She did, why do you think she stayed with you Edward?  She cared about you enough that she left her whole family behind, just to make you happy.”

“I really fucked up, didn’t I?”

I nodded.  More than you’ll even know.  I added mentally.

Edward’s eyes were drooping and I could tell he was spent.  I needed a smoke and a breather.

“Let’s take a break,”  I said to the room.  “we can finish up here later.”

Emmett and Alistair nodded, but Carlisle looked hesitant.

“If- If you don’t mind I’d like to stay for a moment.  I have something I need to discuss with my son.”  And in all my years living under the Cullen roof I had never been intimidated by my uncle more than I was now.

He was positively livid, and I could tell he wanted to have some private time to explain a few things to Edward without us over hearing.

“Alright.”  I told him.  “Well be back in a half an hour.”

The three of us went the east wing and headed out the French doors to the box maze garden, maybe because subconsciously I needed to be closer to my Blackbird and our balcony could be seen from where I sat.

Peter was already out there, sitting around the outdoor fireplace and humming to himself.

I hadn’t seen Pete in nearly six years, and this was Bella’s first time meeting him.  Charlotte he had met through oddly enough Auntie Rue, she had set them up on a blind date after meeting Charlotte’s grandmother that she lived with.

It had been love at first ditzy sight.

God that woman was a true blond.

Charlotte was a feisty little thing and did a good job not letting Peter run a muck, which was saying a lot.

“So how’s it comin’ with the crispy-fried Edward?”  Peter asked with a laugh, which Emmett followed.

Alistair and I looked to each other and groaned, it was bad enough living with Emmett, but with Peter here, well I was going to lose my mind.

“Oh you should have seen it, bro.  Jasper was all like.  ‘I want to play a game, Edward’ and it was all creepy and shit.”  Emmett bellowed excitedly.  “By the way dude, your fucking scary.”

I face palmed.

Yeah, I do that a lot around my brother, and I thank the good Lord everyday, that I will not be passing those genes to my child.

But maybe I spoke to soon cause…

“So,”  Peter said with his signature ‘make you want to hit me’ smirk,  “I hear you knocked up the Mrs.”

I did share the same genes with this asshole…God give me strength.

I stood there gaping at my pig-headed tactless cousin, who most of the time just wanted to punch in the throat.

He smiled wider when I didn’t say anything.

“Fuck!”  Peter exclaimed with a whoop.  “I love moments like these so much I want to have sex with them.”

And again I just gapped.

“Remind me again of why you were invited and not just your wife?”  I asked him with a chuckle.

“Because, then you house would be overrun with women who would team up against you faster than you could say ‘Fuck me, I wish Peter was here.”

And of course the idiot laughed at himself.

“And just what are you boys up to.”  I heard the sweetest voice in existence call from above my head.

We all squinted an looked up, and I swear on all that is holy we all said “Nothing” at once, like we were little kids caught with our hands in the cookie jar.

I cleared my throat as I felt my dick shrivel along with my man card.

I had to fix this.

“Get your ass back in the house, woman.  It’s freezing out here.”  I tried to make myself sound commanding and I think I did a good job.

Bella leaned against the railing and smiled as she flipped me the bird.  “Fuck you, Whitlock.”  Then turned around and beckoned me to her with a curled up finger.

She even shook her ass for me before she shut the door.

“I retract my previous statement; it’s moments like these that make me want to cheat on the other one and fuck it senseless.

I glared at him and puffed out my chest, resolved to be a man and not let my woman get to me.

And yeah, not a second later I realized what a dumb ass move that would be, so dropped my smoke and headed in doors, because I’d follow that ass anywhere.

Like a horse trottin’ after a carrot.

God I need some sleep.

I met her at the top of the stairs, and that little shit had nothing on but a little silk robe.  I don’t remember her going down for her nap that way, so I could only think of one person who would put Bella in something so indecent just to torture me.

Alice.

The robe was a creamy brown color that looked amazing against her pale skin, I could see the pebbling of her tightened nipples plainly through the fabric and my dick was harder than a rock at the sight.

She smiled lustfully at me and turned herself on her little manicured feet and strolled toward the bedroom.

And I followed, like the love sick pup I was.

The doctor told us when Bella was discharged that she should refrain from any physical excursion until her stitches came out.  In Lame man’s terms: it meant no sex.

But that wasn’t going to stop me from eatin’ the shit out of that pretty pink pussy, and that was my final rational thought before I had Bella pinned gently to the door as soon as she closed it.

Her hair was up in some kind of messy not on her head, and I know my baby likes it a little rough, so a little rough she was gonna get.

With a tug to her bun, I tilted her head back and captured her sweet mouth with mine.  It was like going home again.

She groaned and pressed herself against me as she palmed my cock through my jeans.

I deepened the kiss and felt my body start to flame.

God she was so perfect.

I lightly played with the hem of her robe as Bella continued to lick and suck her way from my collarbone to my ear, and any bare skin she could find.

I let my hand drift up her smooth thigh and felt the conformation of her need dripping down her legs.

My naughty girl wasn’t wearing panties.

Was it wrong that I wanted to fuck her so hard she couldn’t move for a week?

My fingers were running a track from her beautiful opening up her slit, circling her clit and back again, as my other hand parted the top of her robe to find her nipples erected and begging for my attention.

“Fuck,”  She moaned, grabbing my dick a little harder, causing an instinctive buck of my hips.

I wanted her so much.

I led her to the bed and told her to sprawl out in the middle.  I wanted her to remove her robe, but she wouldn’t and I could tell she was self-conscious about the dressing around her abdomen.

Making quick work if my clothes I crawled up the bed between her legs, but making sure not to drop any of my weight on her.

Bella was already bucking and squirming as my mouth found purchase on one of her rose buds, rolling my tongue in circles around it just like I was about to do to her pussy, and then paying equal homage to its twin.

Minding her wounds I kissed my way down her ribs and across her stomach, so to be plump with my child, and my dick grew harder.

“My God, Bella…”  I groaned when I reached her glistening sex, she was sopping wet, and her clit engorged.

I dove in, no hesitation and Bella started screaming instantly.

Bella has always been a little insatiable, but she was never like this.

She spread her legs wide for me as I licked and sucked her sugarcane juices, rubbing her thighs and mewling wildly.

She was ravenous for it.

It was such a fuckin’ turn on.

I laid on my side with my face still buried as I let my hand drift lower, and I stroked my cock in rhythm with the flicks of my tongue.

“Jazz…”  she moaned, pushing my head back to look at her.  “I want to see,”  she told me.  “I want to watch you fuck yourself.”

I think my heart stopped beating and I felt all the blood leave my brain, cause fuck that was hot.

I sat up and placed myself in her view as I slipped to fingers into her and continued to stroke myself.

Bella’s eyes darkened and she moaned loudly as she watch, her hand wandering to her breast to pinch her nipple as the other one started working fast circles around her engorged clit.

It was the sexiest thing I had ever experienced.

“Fuck, baby… you need to cum don’t you.”  I told her.  Her juices were dripping from my fingers and running down onto the sheets.

“Yes,”  she murmured as she picked up her pace.

I could feel her tightening around my fingers and she closed her eyes and let out a silent scream.

I followed her instantly, spilling myself all over her stomach.

I smiled at her as I licked the finger that had been buried in her pussy, and to my astonishment she crooked her finger at me, and told me to ‘lick up my mess.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

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A hour and a half later I was still wiping the Bella’s juices from my face, as I neared the room that held Edward.

Emmett and amazingly Peter were there, and they both smiled at me and waggled their brows.

Fuckin’ idiots.

The both of them.

“Fuck dude, what happen to 30 minutes.”  Emmett commented as I threw the hanky back into my pocket.

“And what were you doing to the Mrs.?  Eating her alive?”  Peter asked.

I laughed.  Cause he don’t know how right he was.

Fuckin’ shock came over me as I opened the door and found Carlisle with his sleeves rolled up, blood splattered all over him and Edward looking like he was just beat within an inch of his life.

Back to work.

“So have you decided what to do with him?”

I chuckled to myself as Edward jumped as the cell door slammed home, and I smiled at my father, cause you know I think I may have.

“Camp Town Lady sing your song, do-da, do-da…”