Translations
taken from Bing Translator for Italian and French. Thank you to my betas.
Finally
Home…
Jasper, Chicago,
1935
The year was
1935. Al Capone was already behind bars, but the gangs ran the town.
They had just
about everybody in their back pockets. From judges to lawyers, Special Agents,
club owners, and even the simplest shop owners. Everyone was at their beck and
call and if anyone tried to stand up against them, they paid with their lives.
The bodies were piling up and it was getting harder and harder to catch the
bastards for the many crimes they’d committed.
I was a
twenty-three year old special agent of the FBI, assigned to the Chicago Federal
Building. I loved it in Chicago. Being originally from Seattle, Washington, I
was used to the thriving city life and Chicago was a great city. Aside from the
crime and gangs, there were lots of things that appealed to me. I loved the
life, the music, my Morris Eight motor vehicle and I enjoyed my job. It was
what kept me going and knowing that one by one I was getting rid of the
criminals helped me sleep at night. Well, at least, sometimes it did but I
couldn’t dwell on that.
As I said, I
loved my life here and I couldn’t see myself living anywhere else. Everything
was appealing, even the dames. The attention I got from the girls was a thing
of jealousy around the work place for me. The other fellas just saw it as me
sowing my wild oats by going out with a different girl each time but if they
only knew the truth.
Sure, a young
guy like me, 6’3 in height, blond hair, blue eyes, there was no way they could
resist. One word from me and the broads would be swooning. But deep down, I
only had eyes for one person and none of them were him.
However, since
I left him and what we had a long time ago, I now solely focused on the job.
The section I
worked in was a tactical team assigned to both investigate and take down
notorious criminals. I was assigned there because it was said that I had a
certain charm and psychological capacity for infiltrating the various outfits
to gather information. Which I did to the best of my ability. I gave it my all.
Everything that I couldn’t give him.
Every gangster
we took down, I feared how close we were getting to him and I knew that one day
his file would cross my desk and I’d have to take him down. I’d have to arrest
Edward Cullen.
There was a time when I could have had Edward
and for a small moment, one night, I did. I had everything, including his
heart; but I was a fool, and I walked away from it all.
I just left him
behind.
Nobody knew
that I preferred a fella over a dame and I intended to keep it that way. The
boys down at the office never thought anything of me being single while they
were stuck in unhappy marriages. They just saw it as the right gal hadn’t come
along yet. When she did though, I’d be in their shoes with a wife and a few
kids running around. They wouldn’t understand that even if I did that one day,
get married, have children; it still wouldn’t make me happy.
I wouldn’t be
happy because none of it would be with Edward.
They wouldn’t
understand that when I did touch those dames, I’d have to picture Edward in
order to perform. That my mind would conjure up thoughts of Edward, naked and
riding my cock instead of the broad on top of me. That I had to fight myself
not to yell out his name when I came, and that I’d either send the girl home or
I’d drop her off myself because I couldn’t bear the thought of waking up next
to someone other than him. I’d then head back to my place either sad or in a
rage at myself, thinking that I had just cheated on him.
I didn’t want
anybody else, just him.
I wondered
about him a lot, especially with everything that had happened. I don’t know why
I tortured myself, but I did. I missed him.
I kept tabs on
him whichever way I could. I knew his every move and was secretly glad whenever
he evaded my division chief, Aro Volturi, and escaped getting caught. I knew it
made me seem like a hypocrite to want to arrest other criminals but not the man
I loved, but I didn’t give a damn. I just couldn’t see him like that or have
the heart to do that to him.
I hoped that
I’d never have to.
The way we had parted
ways was bittersweet. Bitter, because of the way I had chosen to end it. But on
the other hand, sweet, because even after all this time apart, I could still
see him clear in my mind lying there, fast asleep. His soft hair filled with sweat and sticking
to his head from our lovemaking while his pale skin glistened in the moonlight.
But I had to
leave. I didn’t have the same luck as Edward. I didn’t have parents that loved
me the way his did and I thought they’d be around to help him and keep him safe
for me when I left that night. I never knew that he’d lose both of them the
same night he lost me and that he would be left with no one.
I’d met Edward
when we were both just nine years old and he and his parents had moved to the
Seattle.
The move had
happened because Edward’s mom wanted a change and better place for Edward to
grow up in. At the time, it was also a place for Edward’s dad, Carlisle, to
hide out. Both things we didn’t learn until later on when we were teenagers.
When I met
Edward, he was as shy as me. Hell, I think I was probably more outspoken than
he was. The first day our mothers introduced us, Edward hid behind his mom. I
thought it was cute and silly as hell and laughed at him which just made him
run away. However, I ran him down and tackled him to the ground.
His dad came up
to us laughing and pulling me up off of Edward and introducing himself as
Carlisle before inviting me to play catch with him and Edward. Edward was
pissed at first, you could see it, but Carlisle and me didn’t care and
eventually Edward got in on the game, all was forgiven, and we were friends
from then on.
Just as me and
Edward were fast friends so were our mothers which was great for me because I
got to spend a lot of time at Edward’s huge house.
By the time we
were fourteen, Edward and I were already best friends. We shared and talked
about everything. He watched my back and I watched his. By then, I was starting
to get suspicious as to what Carlisle did for a living. There were always a lot
of men in sharp suits at their place and when I asked Edward, he kept dodging
my questions. But if the guns I saw on the men weren’t an indication that
something was off, then it was when Carlisle questioned me himself over dinner
one night when I was allowed to stay over that gave it away. When he asked what
I thought he did for living, everyone at the table seemed to freeze. They all
looked at me, waiting on my answer but I wasn’t scared. So I took a deep breath
and answered him, telling him what I thought before asking some questions of my
own. Carlisle answered some and then laughed and slapped me over the back
saying he really liked me and I was a good kid.
That night, I
found out that Edward was a gangster’s son. In fact, it was a kind of a family
business since his mother, Esme, was the daughter of a rival Italian family and
the marriage between her and Carlisle started out as a sort of peace treaty
between Carlisle’s Irish family and Esme’s Italian one until they fell in love.
Carlisle was
wanted for more crimes than I could count on all my fingers. Yet, the friendly
looking blond haired guy I grew to know because of my friendship with his only
son, seemed nothing like that. What I could remember about Carlisle was that he
was adamant that he didn’t want a life of crime for Edward and once I found out
what and who he really was, he didn’t want it for me either. All he wanted was
for us to be doctors or something like that.
“Go out and
save the fucking world,” he’d say. “Cure as many illnesses as you can, boys.”
He always said that he would’ve been a doctor or some shit like that if he
didn’t love money so much.
Carlisle always
made me laugh.
Things became
easier from then on and when my mother took sick, Esme was there for me. When
she passed away, Edward and his family were the only thing that stopped me from
falling apart completely. I was an orphan because my mom was dead and my dad
had died when I was a baby. I had to live with my uncle, but thankfully, he
lived in Seattle as well so I didn’t have to move away, but things took a turn
for the worst living with him. He was a mean drunk and everything I did and
said warranted me to get a beating.
I knew Carlisle
would hurt him if he found out so I’d beg Esme and Edward to help me hide the
bruises. I didn’t want to lose my best friend and his family. My uncle was a
cop so I knew he could make trouble for them and had threatened to do so.
Edward was my
strength. He was my shoulder to cry on when I wasn’t strong enough, and he was
someone to talk to and someone to make me feel better. I clung to him as if he
was the last precious thing I had and because he was someone I loved.
Back then, I
didn’t know what I was feeling. All I knew was that he made me feel different.
As time went on and the pain from the loss of my mother eased, our friendship
grew, and so did my feelings for him.
I tried to
forget Edward and my past as I stepped into my place exhausted from the day’s
events. I made myself something to eat, ate while trying to keep my eyes open,
and then headed for the shower. I stripped down, got in and washed away the
day’s dirt and grime. Before getting out, I wrapped my hand around my length
and pumped my hard cock to thoughts of Edward down on his knees in front of me,
sucking it and swallowing all I gave him. I grunted out my release and washed
off again before drying off, getting dressed and tiredly making my way to bed.
Finally letting
go of the past, I turned on my side, facing my window. I placed my hand on my
gun under the opposite pillow and closed my eyes. Being asleep didn’t mean that
I shouldn’t be prepared for anything. It was troublesome times we were living
in.
Aro wanted to
see me first thing that morning and from the moment I got up, it was on my
mind. I went through my morning routine, threw on my suit, placed my Colt
service pistol in its holster, got some coffee and then head out the door.
It was just
another Chicago morning. The hustle and bustle of the working class going to
work. Pretty dames eyeing me up and down as they walked by and I dropped a coin
in the little kid’s hand who was begging for some money to buy a loaf of bread.
Just another morning.
However, it was
a morning that would be a life changer for me as I walked out of Aro’s office
in shock. I went to my desk in a daze, throwing the file down on it as if it
burnt me. Crowley and Yorkie, who sat across from me, wanted to know what was
wrong; but I just brushed it off as the boss forcing me to cancel a hot date
with the girl I wanted to see that night. They laughed it off and went about
their business, but my mind was slowly unraveling and I wanted to pull my
fucking hair out. I didn’t know what the fuck to do. My next assignment was the
one I had been dreading all this time. It was to take down Edward Cullen.
When Aro had
handed it to me, I was shocked beyond words. He sat there staring at me for so
long, I could have sworn he knew something; especially when he smiled. Did he
know about my past with the Cullen family? With Edward? Did he know what I was
?
All those
questions went through my mind at the speed of light, but I did my best to keep
my cool, opening up the file when he started to talk. Everything in it, I
already knew. As I’d said, I kept tabs on Edward. Parents, Carlisle and Esme
Cullen, deceased, murdered in their home the same night Edward and I…
There were
photos of their bodies covered in blood and I couldn’t help but feel as sick as
I did the first time I saw it. I still couldn’t believe that they were the two
people that took care of me. There were other bodies there too. Carlisle’s
goons. All dead. The file went on to say that Edward was questioned seeing as
he wasn’t home at the time of the shooting and his alibi about being out with a
broad checked out.
But I knew that
she was paid to say that because he was with me.
After that, the
file explained about him and what he did with his life. He went to university
and then after graduating he took over his father’s business. Edward was now
the one with more crimes committed than I could count on all my fingers. I
quickly shut the file to find Aro staring at me again like he was looking for
something, but I kept my poker face on.
Aro didn’t say
it out loud but I knew what he wanted. Edward wasn’t to be left alive if
caught. He wanted him dead. The fact was, I’d gotten to know Aro’s ways.
Mostly, when he wanted something like this done he’d put Demetri and Felix on
it. So when he mentioned them, saying that Newton and I would be partners on it
along with those two, I knew exactly what he wanted.
Not only would
I have to face Edward again, I’d have to either kill him or watch him die.
For the rest of
the day I went over the file, stopping every once in a while to stare at
Edward’s mug shot. His beautiful green eyes blankly stared back at me and even
in a photograph it still seemed like he could see straight through to my soul.
The day ended
on a dull note and I called up the dame I occasionally met up with, Alice, and
cancelled our date to a Jazz club. We were heading there to hear and dance to
the likes of Duke Ellington and his band. One of the things that Alice and I
had in common was our love for jazz. She was from a conservative family who
believed that everything that wasn’t of a Christian nature was the devil’s
work.
Alice and I
didn’t see it like that. Jazz was the
music that kept both of us sane and helped to heal our broken hearts. My heart
over Edward and hers over Emmett, a guy she fell for who left her for her best
friend, Rose something. So when we needed that warm body and someone to hold we
called on each other.
I thought she
would’ve been sad about my call but it turned out that Emmett was back for good
and I couldn’t be happier for the gal.
Now it was time
for me to face my truth. To face Edward.
Our assignment
was to begin by the next day as Aro said Demetri, Newton and Felix were all
briefed before me. Again, I was suspicious as to why he didn’t brief me with
them but I’d leave that for later.
~~fh~~fh~~
It had been two
days and I felt like we’d gotten nowhere. No one would say a thing no matter
how discreet we were. No one would roll on Edward. It seemed he took care of
his people well enough to enable that they kept their mouths shut.
By the end of
the week, I wanted to give up. He was nowhere in sight even though rumors
swirled about him being in Chicago for one of his goon’s wedding, no one saw
him. That was the thing about Edward, no one knew where he really lived but I
had a hunch.
Seattle.
He must have
moved to a different house, but I believed he still lived in Seattle. One
night, I let Felix and Demetri talk me into accompanying them to a club to
unwind. They didn’t think that he’d show anytime soon so we would have a little
time. Newton tagged along of course, annoying the hell out of me as scantily
clad girls danced and pranced in front of us while offering up their services
for the evening.
The club looked
like an upscale joint apart from some illegal activity such as the girls. There
were lots of different types of gents in there and a few off-duty coppers were
laughing their asses off and knocking back some whiskey. Demetri kept feeding
me liquor all night until my eyes started to roll back in my head. Newton was
distracted by two girls who had their bosoms in his face while I tried to keep
alert in my drunken state. I shook my head occasionally and attempted to keep
my eyes open. Watching Demetri and Felix, they seemed to be carrying on a
silent conversation about something. Something that had to do with me because
Felix kept looking my way.
All of a
sudden, Felix stood and pulled me up with him. My knees buckled and I fell back
in my seat before he repeated the move. I asked what his problem was but he
didn’t answer. Demetri stood up too after whispering something to Newton that
he must have agreed to before Demetri took my other arm and flung it over his
shoulder. They moved me away from the table and started to weave me past the
dancing bodies. As they did that, it all started to make sense to me. Aro made
me work with them for a reason. He knew something. He knew something about my
past. Felix and Demetri were his little clean up crew so I immediately realized
that I wasn’t going to live after this assignment, I was going to die.
They’d spin it
and probably say it was a shoot out and I was shot and killed. I didn’t want to
know, but I knew that Aro would work it out perfectly. I’d heard rumors of him
doing that.
I tried to pull
away, to fight against their hold but they held on strong and quickly moved to
the back door. Once we were in the alley, Felix punched me in the gut making me
double over. I hit him back when I came up but it wasn’t good enough as he hit
me in the face next. I fell over and before I could get up, I was kicked in the
gut.
I started to
lose touch with reality and lost count of how many hits and kicks I got before
there was a loud bang and Felix’s body fell next to me. His eyes wide open and
a shot to the head. Another bang and Demetri fell on top of me, blood pouring
from his mouth. Someone moved the body off of me and crouched down over me.
I looked up
with my good eye and saw two green eyes that I only saw in my dreams. His gun
was smoking and his eyes were on mine. He stood and someone lifted me up
throwing me over their shoulder before everything went black.
~~fh~~fh~~
“Open your
eyes, Whitlock.” Someone was speaking to me, calling my name, trying to tell me
to do something but I just couldn’t. All of a sudden, I was shaken violently
and my eyes popped open from the pain surging through me as the person shouted
again. “I said, open your fucking eyes!” My eyes immediately caught sight of
Edward on the bed next to me, face angry and brows knitted. He let go when he
saw that I was looking at him and got up.
I wanted to
know what happened, and where I was, but mostly I just wanted to look at him
for a minute. He went to the door to let in someone who I recognized right
away. It was that girl I’d seen him with, in the file. Bella. No one knew who
she was and seeing her now with a doctor bag in hand, I felt jealous and angry
that he made his dame patch me up. However, the funny thing was, I felt like I
knew this girl somehow.
After she
kissed him on the cheek, she walked over and sat next to me, opening up her bag
and grabbing the stethoscope, placing them in her ears. “You’re a doc?”
“Si,” she said
with a heavy accent that seemed so familiar.
Esme used to
sound like that when she was angry about something. She’d be muttering it until
I asked what it was. Bella, sitting her in front of me, was muttering the same
thing. It was Italian.
I looked toward
Edward and he was standing in the corner, jacket off, gun tucked in his waist
and his hands in his pocket smiling at us. “You really don’t remember her, do
you?”
“No,” I replied
while I laid there digging through my mind trying to remember the girl in front
of me.
Bella. Bella.
Bella. Who was she?
“Well, I’m not
going to help you. If you could run checks on me in order to keep tabs then you
should at least remember who she is,” he said, snidely.
“How did you
know that?” I asked, surprised that he knew about the tabs.
He smiled
before answering, “Any bit of information you got. I allowed.”
I looked up at
him in shock. Because not only did he know I was keeping tabs on him but he was
the one sending that information my way?
In my
astonished silence, he went on. “I liked knowing that your guilt was eating you
so much that you had to check up on me. But if it makes any difference I was
watching you too and you were lucky enough that Emmett and I got there in time
before Uncle Aro’s goons could finish you off,” he said.
“Aro’s goons?
He’s your uncle? And Emmett, I know that name.”
“Yeah he is.
And Emmett works for me so does Alice. Did you enjoy her company?” he asked
with a smirk.
“I thought
that…”
He chuckled and
then said, “Because you’re an idiot, doesn’t mean that I am. You only think you
know, but you don’t know shit. You know what I want you to know, because I
wanted to keep you safe,” he said.
“Ow!” I looked over at Bella and her face was
hard as stone as she muttered in Italian while checking my wounds. Dang it! I
knew who she was.
“Bella? Bella,
poco, `e che voi?” I
asked.
“Si, Jasper stupido, `e me.” She smiled. “English still bad. How did this happen? You piss off someone?”
she rolled her eyes and then said, “Idiota.”
I pinched her
on the arm and she laughed as she squirmed away. I laid back and allowed her to
finish her examination. Edward stood in the corner watching us, unmoved, a
serious expression on his face. When Bella left the room, we just stared at
each other for a long while before I asked, “Aro?”
“Yes, he is my
uncle or was when I’m through with him. He’s fucked with my family for the last
time and I curse the day that bastard was born,” he seethed.
“Edward, I–”
“Just shut up, Jasper.
I don’t want to hear it. I don’t need to hear it, and no, you’re not leaving
here alive,” he said.
I wasn’t afraid
of what he’d just told me because I didn’t expect to. I knew I was in Seattle
so I didn’t have to ask. He wouldn’t have kept us in Chicago. He needed
somewhere for Bella to be safe if she was going to help me. Edward must have
deeply invested in his mother’s side of the family if Bella was hanging around
him so much.
He and she were
cousins and I guess I didn’t take the time to really look at the photos I had,
to see the resemblances. Bella was the daughter of Renee, one of Esme’s younger
sisters. We knew her when she was little and would visit. It would sound weird for
me to hear her talk in Italian so Esme and Edward helped me with the language
and even taught me a little Gaelic too because he and Carlisle loved to talk in
it.
“What are you
thinking about?’ he asked.
“Many things.”
“Such as?” he
asked.
“You, Aro, Why
he wanted me dead,” I replied.
“Me, you don’t
even need to consider anymore since you made it perfectly clear exactly how you
felt about me when you left. As for Aro, he just found out about us, and he
wants you dead because you were more a part of this family than he’d ever been
and he wants me dead because he thinks he’ll get everything next since I don’t
have a wife and kids,” he explained.
“Who’s he
related to?” I asked.
“My father. He
was Dad’s big brother but he pulled away from the family and gave up my
grandfather for his job at the FBI, but they don’t know that he still dabbles.
That’s why he can catch us so fast. His gang takes care of ours. Felix and
Demetri were…”
“Members,” I
said.
“Good, you’re
catching on,” he said.
I still had
another question so I asked, “Edward, why didn’t you do what Carlisle said?
Leave the life behind?”
“Was that what
you were doing?” he seethed.
“Edward, I’m
sorry.”
“Don’t. Don’t
fucking say it because I don’t believe it.” He didn’t say another word to me. Instead,
he got up from his spot on the edge of the bed I was on and moved to the door.
I didn’t want
him to go so I asked another question, hoping he’d calm down and stay. “Bella,
is she living over here now?”
“No. She lives
with her husband, Peter, in France actually. Why do you want to know?” he
asked, turning to face me.
“I just want to
know what you’ve been up to aside from what’s in your file. Edward, why don’t
you let me take you in? Leave this life of crime behind,” I pleaded.
“You’re only asking
that because you know Aro wants me dead on sight. It’s not your job to protect
me anymore,” he said coldly before moving to open the door.
“Oui, je veux.
Parce que je t’aime et je tiens `a vous proteger,” I said in French, pleading
with him to listen to me. He had taught me so much.
“You love and
want to protect me?!” he yelled. “Someone who loves someone sticks around, and
saves them. They don’t do what you did; they don’t make a promise and then
leave! You left when I needed you the most.” He stomped back over to the bed,
bracing his hands over my shoulders, staring me in the eyes. The fury in his
was enough to kill as he spat, “Do you know what it was like to go back to my
house and see everyone that I’ve ever loved lying there dead? Do you?!”
“No,” I
whispered.
“Exactly, you
don’t. So shut up about what you love because you don’t know how,” he said
before moving away.
I opened my
mouth to talk and he said over his shoulder, “One more word and I kill you
right now.”
When I stayed
silent, he walked out.
~~fh~~fh~~
Weeks passed or
maybe it was days. I wasn’t sure anymore. He threw down papers in front of me
about Aro launching a man hunt for my return and that I’d been kidnapped by
Edward’s gang. Looking over the piece in the paper I saw what Edward wanted. He
wanted Aro to be desperate enough for glory to come for me himself. He was
probably leaving trails to Seattle for Aro to find, so why hadn’t he struck
yet?
“Always were
full of questions weren’t you, Whitlock?” he sneered as he entered the room
with a tray of food in hand. His voice jolted me from my thoughts and sent pain
shooting up through my side. I clutched it as I eased up in bed. It was a hot
night so I opted to go without a shirt. Edward looked at my chest a long time
before he met my eyes and it made me smile internally.
My bruises were
mostly healed and my body was on the mend. Bella was a great doctor. She’d
already left to go back to France and her life there. We talked whenever she
came to examine me and I missed her company. Especially since Edward hardly
said a word to me.
He did visit me
and helped with whatever I needed. He didn’t allow anyone else to do it. He
even bathed me when I couldn’t manage to do it myself. But I never questioned
him or said a damn word to him because it seemed that my voice would only stir
anger in him.
“Yeah, you know
me.” I smiled. He surprised me by returning it and walked over, taking a seat
beside me on the bed and laying the tray in my lap. His hand brushed against
mine and I felt a spark run through me. When he gasped, I knew he felt it too.
But he didn’t move away.
“Yes, Jasper,”
he whispered as he drew closer to my face instead, bringing his lips to mine.
He pushed hard against my mouth and I immediately respond in kind like a man dying
of thirst. But as soon as the kiss started, it ended when he pulled away and my
eyes opened to his in question and need. But the hatred was back.
“Unfortunately, I know you.”
I ate as he sat
there watching me in silence, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
I longed to touch that hair. To feel the soft strands through my fingers, but I
kept my fingers wrapped around my fork.
When the food
was gone, I expected him to grab the tray and leave like he usually would, but
he stayed so I braved it and asked, “What do you have for planned for me
besides feeding me to death? I mean, this isn’t Hansel and Gretel right?”
He chuckled and
shook his head before saying, “No, it isn’t. You’re still alive because I want
him to come here. I want him to figure it out and come for you.”
“So you’ll get
to kill him once and for all?”
“Yes.”
“And do you
live in that plan of yours?”
“What do you
care?” he sneered, grabbing my tray and getting up. “You left. That showed me
that those who truly love me are already dead. Yeah, I got family like Bella
and Peter and good pals like Emmett and the little pixie, Alice , but they
understand or they’ll have to. I need to do this.”
“I care about
you,” I whispered as I carefully got out of bed walking toward him. He backed
away as I got close so I stopped in my tracks. “I love you. I walked away
because I didn’t know what to do at the time. I was fucking stupid. I should
have stayed but I’m here now and we could…we could try. I’m not gonna to stand
aside and watch you leave me. I won’t live without you.”
He looked at me
for a long time before he said, “You’re gonna have to.” With that, he left the
room.
That night, I
fell asleep with a lot on my mind. From Aro being Edward’s uncle to Edward’s
revenge against him. But the one place I didn’t want to revisit was exactly
where my mind went.
We were both
seventeen and while we still remained close friends, things had started to
change. I started to notice things about Edward. I found myself watching him
longer than I should and admiring his form more and more. If I were being
truthful with myself, it had been something in the back of my mind for a good
while but I’d just pushed it aside not wanting to question why.
Why would I be
interested in my friend that way? Why would I want to feel his lips on mine?
Why would I want to know what it would feel like to touch him gently instead of
the rough housing we usually put down? Why would I long for hot summer nights
so we could go skinny dipping and be satisfied as well as hard as a rock when
he took off his clothes? Why did I dream about making love to him?
I didn’t want
to answer those questions. And I knew I couldn’t share them with him. He knew
how bad things were at home for me and I needed to get away every now and then.
But when I was around him, I was nervous because just one smile from him and
the words I knew would scare him off threatened to spill from my lips.
He was the one
good thing that I had left in my life. I couldn’t lose him because I had weird
feelings.
The night
everything changed between us happened after I’d gotten in a fight with my
uncle earlier in the day. Edward found me by the stream we’d always go to in
the summer to cool off. He asked me what was wrong and I blurted out what
happened and told him that I was leaving before I did something bad to my
uncle. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get out of there. He begged me not
to. He pleaded with me to stay but I was having no word of it. I was walking
away.
I had to get
out of Seattle that night.
When I got up
from beside him telling him goodbye and that I’d write, he did something I
never thought he’d do, he kissed me. I was shocked when he pulled away, I
couldn’t move. He backed off and kept throwing me sheepish glances before I
grabbed him, pulling him into a hard kiss which he responded wholeheartedly to.
I nipped and
sucked on his bottom lip begging for entrance to his mouth until he granted it.
Our tongues rolling over each other’s as our hands shook but curiously roamed
over our quivering bodies. I roughly pulled on his shirt as he did mine. I
backed him up to a tree and then he pushed back just as hard, sending us
tumbling to the ground, laughing.
I pulled him on
top of me, our clothed erections grinding against each other. The groan that
left Edward excited me to no end as I pushed my hardened length against him
while wishing that we were bare in that moment, so that I could feel his body
against mine.
He pushed up
off of me, holding himself up by his hands as I ran my fingers along his hard
muscles. Edward’s body was so defined for his age and I loved seeing him naked
so that I could admire it. He dipped his head and kissed me fervently as I
pulled him down flush against me. I moaned out when his hips began to move,
causing mine to move along with it. But when kissing wasn’t enough, we agreed
to lose the rest of our clothes.
Once naked, we
took the time to admire each other’s body under the moonlight. It felt like I
was seeing him for the first time and then our hands grew curious. I touched
every inch of him as he did me. My lips followed each path my hands took until
he was shivering under my touch.
I had not
engaged in anything sexual before, yet, I seemed to know exactly what I was
doing. Edward begged me not to stop. He begged me to keep touching him. And I
did. I laid him out on the ground, with our clothes acting as a make shift bed
and ran my hands all over his body while we kissed.
Our mouths
languidly moved over each other’s as his hand ran down my abs until he wrapped
it around my cock. He stroked me as my hand found his member and did the same
until we both found our bliss quivering and whispering each other’s name
against our joined lips. When my head dipped to his shoulder, Edward began to
beg me to make love to him, to be with him. I froze, perplexed by his request
but when I looked into his eyes, I saw how ready he was and how much he wanted
it. But I was afraid and I told him so. I told him that I didn’t want to hurt
him.
But he diffused
my fear with a kiss and told me that he loved me and wanted to be with me. I
confessed how I felt about him and told him that I wanted to be with him
forever. He smiled and wrapped his legs around me.
I lifted myself
up on one hand while stroking my length with the other. I watched as he brought
two fingers to his mouth, licking them and then moving them down to his
entrance. He asked me to ease up and I did, watching his every move. My
erection came back full force when I saw him push them inside of himself,
closed his eyes and started to moan. He said things like how much he thought
about this and how much he wanted to feel my cock there instead of his fingers.
I pumped myself
harder and used the essence that seeped out of the tip to rub all over it. He
licked his other palm and called me over to him. He told me to move my hand and
he took me into his palm, stroking while removing his fingers from inside him.
I crawled on
top of him and he awkwardly placed me at his entrance. I told him to relax,
taking myself in hand and guiding it to his tight hole. We both groaned out
when I entered him. The tightness was enough to make me want to thrust my
length in quickly, but I had to go slow.
So slowly, I
pushed myself in until I was flush against him. His eyes were screwed shut and
he was breathing heavily. I kissed his lips and when he responded I started to
move. Unhurriedly, I moved in and out of him, making love to him for the first
time as he tentatively moved along with me. He hissed if I moved too fast but
otherwise, he moaned whenever I thrust in and out.
I kept him
wrapped tight in my arms as we climbed the now familiar peak we’d just reached
together. We pushed and pushed. Moaned and kissed. He gripped my shoulders, my
arms and even grasped my hair. When his back arched of the ground, I kissed
along his neck. When he moaned out my name, I lost it and begged him to come.
He grabbed his
own length, stroking it and when I came, he wasn’t far behind, shouting my name
and his love for me.
We laid there,
naked, for what seemed like forever unwilling to leave each other’s embrace
until we both fell asleep. I awoke before him and as I laid there alone with my
thoughts and fears, I realized that I had to leave.
I was sorry to
leave him there in our spot, but I did, and I never looked back though Edward
never left my thoughts. I thought about him every day since then.
Opening my
eyes, I noticed Edward seated on the edge of the bed looking at me. He said
nothing and neither did I. No words would ever be good enough to express what I
wanted to say.
So, I leaned
forward and kissed him. He hurriedly responded, molding his lips to my own. He
pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting on it and begging for
entrance. I opened my mouth to him and quickly turned the tables, dominating
the kiss as I pulled him down on the bed and climbed on top of him.
Our hands
roughly ripped away any article of clothing blocking us until we were naked and
wanting. The fire that I was sure was in my eyes made him remain still,
awaiting my next move. He was breathing heavily and scorching me with his deep
stare. I ground my hips into his letting him feel my erection against his own
and the effect he had on me. He then lifted his hips to mine, meeting my pace.
“Uhhh…I missed
you,” he moaned out as I brought my lips to his neck, nipping at it. He grasped
my butt, lifting his hips to mine as our hard cocks pushed against each other.
He moved roughly against me, whispering his pleas for me to take him; to make
him feel good. I didn’t answer; I just grabbed his hands and placed them above
his head.
Wetting two of
my fingers, I brought them down to his opening as he lifted his legs for me. I
pushed them inside of him as he arched into my touch. He kept with the pace of
my fingers as they moved within him until he started to beg for me. I answered
him with a kiss as I continued to push them in and out. I wanted him. I needed
him. But I wanted to love him and make him feel good first. He gripped my
length, stroking it and pleading with me to take him now, to make love to him.
Gently, I
pulled my fingers from him and took my cock in hand, stroking it myself and
gathering the come that was on the tip, rubbing it over my length. He spat in
his palm and brought his hand down to my member, rubbing it before moving his
hand back up above his head when I threw him a stern glare.
Lifting myself
up, I grabbed my cock and asked him. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He
breathed out.
I pushed my
cock inside his puckered hole as he hissed at the intrusion and grabbed my
shoulders. I closed my eyes not wanting to see the pain on his face, instead
focusing on how good I’d make him feel in a minute. Once inside, he sighed and
relaxed against me while I held still waiting on him to adjust to me.
Once he started
to beg me to move, I gave in. Lifting my hips, I pulled out and pushed back in
with force as he grunted out. Again and again, we pushed against each other.
Hands roamed. Whispers of love were made, and finally, we leapt over the edge
together.
~~fh~~fh~~
How had I
gotten here?
Aro was so
pleased with his capture and with the death of Edward Cullen. The photos of his
bloodied body were in every paper and the news that my division chief had not
only travelled to Seattle, Washington to rescue a captured agent but that he’d
also taken down Cullen was big news.
The gang had
mostly faded into the wind. Some had died in the shoot out with the FBI agents
and others were in jail while some disappeared.
As I stood
there next to Aro with the cameras flashing, I was devastated. The one thing I
didn’t want had happened.
Aro went on and
on about his victories to the reporters while all I wanted to do was expose him
for the liar and disgrace he was. He was related to the gangsters. He killed
his own family. Carlisle, Esme, and the reason for his happiness, Edward.
When he placed
his hand on my shoulder in congratulations before everyone, I wanted to knock
his lights out or put a bullet between his eyes. But I kept my cool because
that was the plan.
When I said I
wasn’t going to lose him, I meant it.
After Edward
and I had made love, I shared my plan with him and then we spent the rest of
the night in each other’s arms. However, the next morning, I woke up alone.
Would he do it? Would he go along with the plan?
Before dawn
when we got the news that the agents were heading to the Cullen mansion today,
I got my answer.
“You did very
well, Whitlock,” Aro said as he offered me a bottle of champagne.
“Thank you,
Sir.” My eyes were blazing, but since the bastard wasn’t facing me, he couldn’t
see.
He continued to
shake hands and I made up some excuse and walked off. I already had my
resignation typed up by Alice in my pocket, so when I handed it in a few days
later, it came as a shock to everyone. I
didn’t care.
Some said the
case with Cullen got to me and hearing that I was beaten, they swore it was him
torturing me for information.
I allowed them
to think what they wanted; my career with the FBI was over for me. However,
there was one more thing left to do, but that wasn’t my task. All I had to do,
was wait.
As it turned
out, I didn’t have to wait long. Division Chief Aro Volturi was brutally
murdered two nights later outside of a hotel. It turned out that the chief went
out for a little fun with his secretary, Jane, and was gunned down when he
walked out of the lobby and stepped on the sidewalk. Jane escaped unharmed.
I knew she would,
because she worked for Edward.
She and Emmett
came to get me two days later and escorted me to where I needed to go, Marseille,
France.
The journey was
tiresome but when I walked into the chateau’s master bedroom and saw him standing
there by the window, I breathed easier.
“See?” I said
as I dropped my bags. “It worked.”
“Yeah, yeah,”
he said, rolling his eyes as he walked over to me. He moved pass me and closed
the bedroom door, locking it before making his way back to me. He pulled my
face to his, kissing me.
“God, I wanted
to do that for days now,” he said with a sigh as he pulled away.
“Mmmm…” Was my
eloquent response before asking, “What now?”
Edward only
smiled before saying, “Food, wine, happiness and love.”
I ran away a
long time ago, but I was now finally home, where I belonged.
