Chapter 5 –
EPOV - Sunday
As I drove over to my parents' house for Sunday dinner all I could think about was Bella. I hated the fact that she wasn't here with me now. Things were moving far too slowly for my liking. I was ready to move her into my flat living with me and let the world know that she was mine. I wanted my ring on her finger for everyone to see.
I couldn't bear the wait for things to move to the next level.
I had decided I was going to give her a few more weeks of dating; it seemed to be what she wanted. Then I was taking her home with me, for forever. Whether she was ready or not, I thought I was being more than reasonable.
I could give her everything she ever dreamed of, she would be happy, or she would learn to be happy. A thousand other girls would kill to be in her place.
When I pulled up at my parents' house, Avi's car was parked outside waiting for me. I pulled up beside his car and Avi slipped into the passenger seat beside me.
"Did you get it?" I asked him agitated.
He went into his suit pocket a pulled out an iPhone, handing it over to me. "I added your number as you said." I looked over the phone, nodding my head in approval. "Lena fitted it with a tracker. It will work whether it's turned on or not." He pulled out a piece of paper. "This is tracking details, but if you stop by Lena's office she'll download what you need to trace her on your phone."
"Good." I was pleased that everything was falling into place. I wanted to make sure that every eventuality was covered should Bella decided to run when she finds out the truth about me.
I opened the glove box and pulled out my pre-written note:
So you have no excuse not to call, I added my number.
I handed it to him along with the phone. "Make sure it gets delivered today."
"Will do." Avi said opening his door, ready to leave.
I grabbed his arm. I wasn't finished with him yet. "What about the boy?"
Avi leaned back in his chair. "Damon had a talk with him. I don't think he will look in Bella's direction anytime in the near future."
I laughed. The little fucker got what he deserved. I knew that Damon would have done a number on him, he was a crazy ass.
"Who's with Bella now?" I asked my thoughts turning back to her.
"She hasn't made him?" Bella was a smart little cookie. I was well aware of that. She had noticed what Garrett had done to that valet attendant.
I had asked Garrett about it later that night, he said he had punched the attendant in the face a few times for opening Bella's door. He had been right to hit him, but he should have been cleverer in dealing with it. He had paid for his mistake. I didn't need Bella seeing that shit, not before time.
"Not yet boss, I warned him to be careful."
"Good. I don't want her to knowing anything until I'm ready."
Part of me wanted Bella to love me before she found out about my inner demons. I wasn't sure she could fall in love with me after she found out who I really was, but still, I wasn't willing to give her the time she needed. It would be safer for her once she was part of our family as my wife.
Then I wouldn't have to spend every waking hour worrying about her.
Once Avi left I looked myself over in the mirror. I looked a mess I hadn't been to bed yet. When Bella had left I had gone downtown. There was something that needed my attention down at the warehouses.
Some little fucker had been skimming from us. There was always someone willing to steal, but lessons had to be taught so no one was brave enough to try it. That was how Jimmy Abruzzo had lost his fucking head, right in front of his crew. No one would steal from my family and live to tell the tale.
I run my hands through my hair trying to make it less of a mess, it was the best I could do. I grabbed some eye drops from the glove box and dropped them in. They would help hide the blood shot eyes for a few hours. Last thing I needed was my Madre fussing over me.
I made my way into the house and through to the kitchen, knowing that was where my Madre would be. "Mamma," I greeted her as I walked into the kitchen, placing a kiss on her cheek. She was busy cooking Sunday dinner. I reached down and grabbed a piece of chicken from the dish she was working on.
She smacked my hand, turning to me. Her eyes scanned over my face with concern. "You look a mess Edward. What on earth have you been up too?"
"I've been working, Mamma." I answered her, knowing that would be enough to stop further questions.
She frowned, she hated the family business. "Your father and Uncle Eleazar are waiting for you in the Study."
I nodded, and placed another kiss on her head. "Dinner tastes great."
I made my way to the study, knocking once before entering. My Padre and Uncle Eleazar were sitting over by the desk. I went over to my paid my respect to my Uncle, taking his hand and kissing his ring. He nodded his head in approval. "Nice of you to join us Little Eddie."
"I got held up." I lied. I grabbed my father in a strong embrace. "Where is everyone else?" I asked, wondering where my brothers were. It was unusual for them not to be in the meeting.
"We'll join the rest of the family later." My father said in a firm voice. I knew then that something was up.
I went over to the bar and poured myself a whiskey, which I downed and then pulled another. Then I joined them by the desk, waiting to see how spoke first.
"So, who is she?" Eleazar asked.
"Who?" I asked. Fucker, how did he know? One of my own men must have informed him. You can't trust anyone these days.
"The broad you've been seeing." He said waving his hand in the air. "There isn't much that happens around here that I don't know about." Was he threatening me?
"Her name's Bella Swan." I said through gritted teeth. It hadn't been my intention for them to find out about her now.
Eleazar took a sip of his whiskey, staring at me over the rim. "Have you run a check on her?"
"What do you take me for? Of course, I have." I snapped. Not that it mattered what the check said. She was mine, and that was it. "She's a no one." I said holding my hands up before they got ahead of themselves. "Her fathers a chief of police from a small town called Forks, in Washington, but apart from that there is nothing. She's clean. There is nothing for you to worry about."
"Does she know who you are?" Eleazar asked his gaze still fixed on mine.
"She has no idea who I am, and I plan to keep it that way for a while longer."
"How did you meet her?" The interrogation was really starting to piss me off. He didn't trust her, he didn't like outsiders. I got that, but still, he should trust my fucking judgement.
"I saw her at the New Year party at my club. I saw her, I approached her, and I've had her followed ever since that night. She is clean." I growled.
"Watch your tone, Edward." My dad warned.
"You watch your fucking tone." I shouted at him and downed my whiskey. I should have skipped family dinner.
Eleazar smirked at me, fucker was enjoying this. "What your intentions for her?"
"I'm going to make her my wife. You wanted me to marry before I was twenty-five, you've got it."
"And if she doesn't want to marry you?" He laughed.
"She'll marry me, even if I had to put a gun to her head." I got up, dumping my empty glass on the table. "If that's all, I have shit to take care of."
BPOV - Monday
Come out with us, its college night at Down the Hatch they said.
When was I ever going to learn? It was only eleven o'clock, and I felt drunk as a skunk.
Okay so maybe I needed the release and was more than willing to come. My head was just so messed up after my date with Edward. The date had been out of this world, and I couldn't get enough of him, but there things that just didn't seem 'right'.
Of course, Angela had been more than willing to point them out when I told her.
"Are you still moping about?" Kate asked as she sat down, her and Carmen had just been up dancing.
I glared at her. I wasn't moping. I preferred the term, deep in thought.
"If you ask me I just think your being ungrateful." She said before downing the last of her drink. "I would kill to have someone with that kind of money drooling all over me."
"It's not all about the money, Kate." I said, rolling my eyes.
"What's up?" Angela asked, sitting down.
"Oh, Kate thinks I'm being ungrateful." I sneered, probably more than I meant to because of the drink.
"Just think… you'd be comfortable for the rest of your life, pampered like a princess. What more could you want?" Kate asked.
"He's too controlling." Angela said butting in. She placed her hand on my arm showing she was on my side.
Kate laughed. "Coming from you? What exactly is it that Ben does with you?"
"That's enough!" I snapped at Kate. They were being to turn my drunk sour, and nobody liked a sour drunk.
"So what if he told you not to swear and who cares if he didn't collect you or take you home. He's a busy man. It's not as if he made you get a cab. He got his personal driver to look after you-."
Angela scoffed. "-The so called driver who thumped some poor guy for no reason."
"You don't know that he did that and even if he did who's to say what it was over, it probably had nothing to do with Bella. You're just jealous that she's happier than you and you're trying to bring her down and destroy what she has." Kate retorted, pointing her finger at Angela.
"Kate!" I yelled. "That's more than enough." Maybe she was right, though. Angela had been very keen to point out all the faults. Was this her way of getting some payback? Maybe I was being too harsh on Edward.
I needed to give him a chance, take time to get to know him before I made judgements. He probably knew nothing about what Garrett did to that man.
"I'm going to the bar, anyone want anything?" I asked, getting up from my seat and grabbing my purse. They both shook their head, obviously still in a mood from the spat we just had.
I stumbled my way to the bar, pushing through a sea of bodies. I sighed when I saw a queue at the bar. I wasn't willing to wait half an hour to be served. I had a thirst that needed quenching...
I could always go next door. I'm sure they would notice I was gone. I'd have a few quiet drinks before I headed home. They were probably going to stay in the foul mood for the rest of the night anyway, so there really was no point in hanging around here.
I blundered out the bar and into Lucky 13. I can't say that I had ever been in here, but there was a first for everything. When I walked into the bar I was more than aware that everyone turned to look at me, had I not been as drunk then it might have concerned me.
There was only about thirty people in the full bar, and there was something very similar about them all, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was.
I walked up to the bar and took a seat next to some bloke who was heavily tattooed. "Nice tats." I said to him and then giggled to myself. He glared at me and got up from his seat, walking away.
"Two vodka's and coke, please." I said to the bartender, signing two with my fingers, just in case he didn't understand.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, heavily built man who was covered in tattoos and hair took the seat beside me. "What's your name precious?"
I realised at the moment I had made a mistake, sobering up in that instant. I had walked into a bikers bar.
I didn't know much about bikers, but what I knew wasn't good. Weren't they supposed to be like some sort of mob? "I should probably just go." I grabbed my purse from the counter.
He grabbed a hold of my waist the moment I stood up, pulling me towards him. I slapped him with my purse. "Get your fucking hands off me."
"Oh, feisty." He laughed. "I like it when they fight back."
I was terrified out of my mind. How the hell do I get myself into these situations? I looked around the bar for something to hit him with.
"Get your hands off her." Someone yelled from behind me. I turned around to see a man standing behind me; he was gripping two pool cues in his hand and looked ready to rumble. I had no idea who he was, or why he was helping me, but I was so grateful he was there.
The biker guy released his grip of me, and I immediately dashed away from him, towards the guy with the pool cues. Who gently pushed me behind him. "Stay behind me," he ordered.
"Looks like someone wants to fight, boys." The biker guy yelled drawing the attention of everyone else in the bar.
I watched in horror as about twenty guys got up from their seats and made their way towards us. This wasn't going to end well.