Edward Cullen
I’d fallen into
my job over seven years ago. I had been involved in a street fight that Alec’s father, Aro,
had witnessed. I was just as fucked up then as I was now. I could kill with my
fists if I wanted to, and almost did on many occasions when I was younger. Aro
liked that in me; he saw a rawness that reminded him of himself and decided to
take me in. He was the only father figure I had ever known. He taught me how to
fire a gun, and the general rules of underground crime. I was his number two,
under Alec, which I was fucking proud of. I wasn’t family, but
I knew Aro trusted me more than some of his own blood.
~OWN~
“Hello,
Isabella.” Her name always rolled off my tongue. I wanted more than her name to
roll of my tongue, though. What I would do to this woman if I was given half a
chance. I’d fuck her
raw, leaving dents from my cock in her pussy walls. I was such a dirty fucker,
but fuck me, I wanted her.
“You have got
to stop looking at me like that,” she giggled, throwing her hair over her
shoulders. Christ, her breasts were perfect. I could see them even better now
that her hair wasn’t covering
them. “It will get you into trouble one day.”
“I have no idea
what you mean.” I smiled crookedly at her while I gestured to the bartender for
a bottle of bourbon. Usually, my grin worked on females, and their pants
dropped within seconds, but Isabella had always been immune.
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