Cullen POV
“Cullen…”
I cocked an eyebrow and did my best Double Oh Seven
impersonation. “Edward Cullen,” I finsihed
to myself, as I checked my nerves at the mirror in the men’s room.
I’d found it promptly after sending Swan off to a more secure
area of the casino type underground establishment we’d ended up in.
And I gotta say, me…in a tux. Not half fucking bad. I mean, shit, granted, if I dressed like that
every day, I might not get shit done, ‘cause let’s face it, the ladies would not be able to handle the Cullenator
dressed to the nines. And that’d be on a
bad day…
But I digress.
I scowled a little, fixing the fucking tie and thought yeah,
no way I could do this on a daily basis, based on the bow tie bullshit alone…
More important fuckery to deal with, I know.
Was it a dick move, distracting Swan’s ass with a task like
that?
Maybe, but hell, at least my mind was a little more at
ease. It wasn’t like I was guaranteed to
win the money pot, ya know?
I needed to get my game on and since the main focus of my
worries was off finding interesting shit to click a few photos of, I was free
to mess with some truly screwed up individuals who may or may not wound up
ending my sorry excuse for a life at some point or another during this charade
of fuckery.
I couldn’t help but do a tad bit of a sarcastic celabrafuckery
jig right there in the men’s room, ‘cause, you know…
Yay.
After I splashed some water onto my face and wiped it off,
settling into bad ass, I will break your arm before you can even get a punch in,
motherfucker, attitude, before heading out into the table area and went over my
old, basic strategies for Poker playing.
Which were basically, attack aggressively and take no
prisoners.
Hey, I shit you not, it works.
Most of the time.
With Emmett, anyway.
And sometimes, Jasper.
Okay, most of the time, not with Jasper, but Alice….yeah.
I was getting’ ready to enter the ring, so to speak, when I
was stopped by an H'ordeuvres chick
who offered me a boat load of free food to stuff my face with but I figured, screw
that.
‘Cause ya never goddamn know when they’re drugging their
most prestigious clientele to get ‘em to stay longer, play more, and lose their
asses, then you owe them a ”favor” and the next thing you know, you’re breaking
the law, stealing women and in so far over your head that even the seventh
dimension of Hell would start to look good to ya.
Am I right?
I passed up the free booze, too, and then made my way to the
counter to buy some chips and sit my ass down to get acquainted with the
current game.
Yeah, I know, but drunk and trying to find a missing airline
princess, don’t mix so well.
I won the first couple of hands I played, which allowed my
ego and cockiness to start showing and then I started to notice the girls that
were hanging around nonchalantly and yet, ever so fucking chalantly, next to
their…whatevers and I got a little uptight about not having shit to throw into
the pot even though I knew that was a fucked up thought beyond even my own
comprehension.
It was just that…well hell, Swan woulda danced circles
around any of those women and she’d probably have been worth ten goddamn times
what any of them were.
What?
I wasn’t gonna fucking do it, for real, it was just you
know, the principal of the thing.
You know, unless she wanted
to.
Seriously.
As I looked around a little, I half expected to see my
blonde headed friend up on one of the fucking pedestals until…
“You’re following me.”
It was sultry and seductive, and filled with some serious up
I haven’t been fucked really well in a long goddamn time.
Which is about when I decided, free booze didn’t sound so
bad after all.
What was it with women and the goddamn fuck me outfits?
Because had her breasts not been tucked in and taped the
fuck down I was pretty goddamn sure they’d a been slappin’ me in the face and
sayin’ ‘hey, Cullen, have a taste, for free, on the house,’ just like the
boozed was.
Motherfuckers.
I grabbed a shot glass full of somethin’ off of the closest
tray and downed it, then simply said, “Jane,” playin’ that shit off like I
wasn’t going over where I’d seen exit signs, already.
Just in case.
I went back to playing the game so I wouldn’t look too much
like an idiot, sitting there staring at her fucking breasts and she asked,
slinking up behind me, “Where’s your partner tonight, Mr. Cullen?”
And shit, I wondered if she’d seen us walk in together.
‘Cause that would be bad.
Actually, that would be worse than bad.
I decided to go with a bluff, it couldn’t hurt in the end
and it wasn’t like she knew where Swan was anyway.
“My partner wasn’t allowed in, which,” distract, distract,
distract… “Good question though, why are you
here? I mean, they said women were only…”
She laughed, cutting me off, letting a single finger slide
its way up my playing arm and behind my ear and I ignored the waves of
goosebumps it caused.
What? It was chilly as a motherfucker in there.
“Mr. Cullen, I manage the tables, and the women…I make sure
there’s no foul play going on and …”
“Foul play?” I
laughed, turning to her, intersecting her oxymoron type line of reasoning.
“Like selling women isn’t foul fucking play?
Seriously?”
“Now, now, Mr. Cullen, we don’t sell women here…they come of their own accord…to help the company
raise money so to speak…”
I laughed a bitter laugh for her and shook my head at how
utterly fucking absurd she sounded.
Then she tilted her head at me and asked, amused with my
offensiveness, “How is this any different from bachelor auctions, Mr. Cullen? I
certainly don’t see anyone complaining about the money made off of those
events.”
Something seemed to catch her attention and I started to
follow her line of sight.
“Are you fucking kidding me?
They don’t…”
“Are you in. or out, pal?”
the dealer asked me and while I was distracted with answering him, Jane
disappeared on me.
I half worried that she might go looking for Swan and wished
we’d figured out a way to communicate on short notice but figured, she could
take care of herself.
I thought twice about texting her because I didn’t know if
she’d put her phone on silence or not which meant in Cullen terms, that there
was a fifty-fifty chance that it would give her location away and she’d be
outted by the security detail that may or may not be near by.
I texted her anyway.
I mean I’m not a fucking idiot.
Worse case scenario, someone would hear it, but then again,
so would she and being Swan, I placed my bet on her getting outta there before
anyone could really find her.
But if they did, there was always the nut punch.
Plus, maybe she had
the phone on vibrate…in her pants.
I smiled as I sent it.
She’s not wearing
pants…shit, even better.
Eddy Jr. agreed.
And who are we kidding, anyway? He always fucking agreed.
I slid the phone back into a pocket and within a few minutes
more of out bidding and out faking the fuckers out at my table, Jane was back.
Interesting.
“Why did you come here, Mr. Cullen? I know you’re not exactly the…outlaw type…”
she baited me.
She was good.
I was fucking better, though.
“Had to,” I told her, eyeing my cards, trying to decide
whether or not the sweaty, greasy ganster type sitting next to me was bluffing
or not. “You wouldn’t give your last
name up, this was the only way to get that date you keep teasin’ me about.”
Nice play, Cullen.
“How did you find out about the games?”
Shit.
“I don’t believe I’m supposed to divulge that information,
Blondy,” I told her, then laid my three of a kind down, hoping no one could be
the Queens.
“Let’s just say, a friend of a friend of someone I don’t
exactly consider a friend knew I had a bit of a fettish.”
Greasy, sweaty guy folded and I pulled the chips from the
pot into me as I continued my other bluff with Jane.
“Plus,” I added the next part for show. “A guy’s gotta get
his rocks off somehow, right?”
I smiled and eyed her up and down once for good measure and
then hoped to high heaven she bought that shit, ‘cause if she didn’t, I’d be
getting’ tossed out with no info, no Swan and no goddamn way to find out what
the hell was going on with the airline princess.
She thought about it for a minute and then smiled back at
me.
“Maybe you won’t need to play games for that to happen.”
I was guessing that meant she bought it.
Either that, or she knew I was just talking out of my ass.
Or maybe her libido was lacking in certain areas and she was
just hoping to get laid.
One or the other.
And either way.
My eyes wandered, keepin’ an eye out for Swan as I chatted
with her, ‘cause after that bullshit filled outburst regarding the BFF earlier,
I was pretty sure she wasn’t gonna like what was about to go down with Blondy
but shit, I needed info and my intel abilities were limited with the ridiculous
amount of fucking security inside that place.
No goddamn lie.
I was graced, if you wanna call it that, with a raised
eyebrow and a little bit of lip biting and then, “Care to join me in a more
private setting?”
Hmmm.
Getting her alone could be good.
It could also be bad.
It didn’t exactly directly help that she looked like she
could take a motherfucker down if he tried to forcefully lead her out of the
building.
Which made me wonder again about that first meeting we’d had
when she supposedly had been the victim of a purse snatching.
Was she working with the guy? Or was it just coincidence?
And if she was re-fucking-sponsible for blowing up my
goddamn Vanquish, lady or no lady, she was going the fuck down.
Hard.
I held a hand out, insinuating she should lead the way and
asked, “How about that drink?”
“Mr. Cullen, I must say, I like that was your thought
process is heading,” she answered, and I threw down another chip to tip the
dealer and told him I’d be back, following Blondy to a not so very out in the
open kinda area of the place.
I also grabbed another fucking shot off of another fucking
tray as we passed by another fucking server.
‘Cause this shit was getting hot.
In more ways than one.
And where the fuck
was Swan?
I did some internal, mental breathing and when we stopped at
the end of a hallway that looked a little too familiar, I grabbed Blondy’s arm
and spun her around, asking, “Why are you playing games with me, Jane?”
“What on Earth are you talking about Mr. Cullen? I just…”
“Where are you taking me?” I asked her. It was
to divert her from the stairway I had a funny fucking feeling Swan had
probably ascended. And to get her to
think she had me where she wanted me.
So to speak.
I felt the muscles in her arm relax from the tight ball of
tenstion I’d felt in them just seconds before and then she leaned her back up
against the wall I was facing and pulled me toward her.
I let her.
‘Cause if I didn’t, I be blowing the whole night and
effectively blowing whatever cover Swan had at the moment.
And speaking the fuck of which.
Where was she?
My head turned, inadvertently to look for her but Jane’s
hand stopped me from looking anywhere but at her.
“You’re a nice looking man, Mr. Cullen,” she rasped and
Jesus fucking Christ I was in trouble.
I swallowed and tried to think.
‘Cause if I didn’t play this shit right, I’d either be dead
by this bitch’s hand, or Swan’s.
Preferably Blondy’s.
I let my body press up against hers and I told her as
seriously as I possibly could, “Don’t objectify
me,” dead in the eyes, with a little bit of offensiveness thrown in there,
even.
She laughed even though; I was really only half way fucking
kidding about that shit.
“You’re funny,” she breathed, as her hands trailed up my
arms and I knew she could feel the tension building by the look on her smug
face.
The good news was, she probably just thought that was her,
having a sexual kind of effect on me.
“So angry and tense, Mr. Cullen,” she mused and then dared me, “We
should have angry sex later.”
I had to bit the laughter back, ‘cuase…
Yeah.
I don’t fucking think so.
Her lips were parted and I could feel her hot fucking breath
against my neck as she neared it and then placed them against my skin, followed
by a tongue lick all the goddamn way to my mouth and that was when I stopped
her.
For the moment.
We just looked at each other and I tried like a motherfucker
to think of something, quick.
If it wasn’t her heart that was beating fast, then it was
mine and I didn’t wanna stop to try and decipher who’s exactly it was because
that was about when I thought of something, and felt a little something, and
decided, Swan or no Swan, this was a case, and I needed to play this shit out
just like I would if there was no goddamn puzzle piece in my life, still.
Because it didn’t matter that I was taken, or that my heart
belonged to someone who was going through seriously hormonal changes or some
shit like that.
I needed to act, fast.
Like I had a fucking clue and had the talent to get what I
needed to get this thing solved and hopefully, just fucking hopefully, save a girl’s
life.
If I was lucky.
Blondy was playing me.
I knew it, she knew and what was gonna make matters more
complicated, was that the cameras up in the corner of that hallway knew it.
But I was a sneaky motherfucker, if nothing else and I was
maybe one, maybe a half a step ahead of them, whether they liked that shit or
not.
So I put a hand around Blondy’s waste and pulled her into me
harsh like and kissed the motherfuck out of her.
She was soft.
Too soft.
Not like Swan, who was just the right amount of tight, toned
muscles and womanly goodness and I did my best to pretend it was her I was
putting my lips on and not this, fake boobed, died hair, on the wrong side of
the law bitch who thought she was just toying with yet another Johnny come fuck
me she could have at the blink of an eye.
And just like that, while her peanut oil covered, strawberry
tasting lips were on mine, her hand was on my dick.
And Eddy Jr. was not a happy camper.
Well, Eddy Jr. was, I however, was not.
Dicks.
Not to mention the fucking fact that he was hardening
against my own goddamn will. I mean it’s
not like she turned me on or anything but Jesus, Swan and I hadn’t…I mean, well
you know what the fuck I mean…in a few days and he was probably just suffering
from fucking … separation anxiety or
some shit like that.
Jane liked it, regardless, and squeezed a little to let me
know silently all the things she was planning for the guy in my pants.
I grunted because she was a little too fucking rough for the
ball sack in my goddamn opinion and part of me wondered if part of her plan was
to tie me up and put me in a fucking cage for half the night.
Jesus.
She had soft lips, plump, but they felt like they’d been
injected with collagen and I suddenly felt like I was kissing an inflatable
tire.
And as Blondy’s tongue met mine I couldn’t help but get a
twisted up fucking feeling down in the pit of my stomach.
Was it cheating?
Technically, yeah, I guess but what the fuck was I supposed
to do with eyes watching and guns toting and a whole goddamn shit load of
bullshit escaping Pandora’s box within the past twenty-four to forty-eight
hours?
Right?
Her hands were in my hair and her tits were pressed up
against me and I had a feeling, if I didn’t do something soon, make a move,
turn that shit around, one of them might very well end up in my mouth…
Against my will, of course.
So I grabbed her arms and pulled her off of me, breathing a
little too heavy for my liking while she looked up at me, her chest heaving
like a motherfucker, her eyes…well, I think we all know what the eyes were
doing.
The strawberry lip shit was still lingering on mine and I
could taste it but didn’t have the where with all to wipe it the fuck off, just
yet.
“Too many eyes are on us, don’t ya think?” I asked, putting
some gumption in to my question like I liked my privacy or something.
And the smile that played on my lips then weren’t in
reaction to Blondy’s teasing, but in memory of a certain BDS and M joint that
Swan and I had visited, where I didn’t exactly give a shit about privacy
or…anything for that matter.
All I cared about that night was giving a certain sexy ass
partner of mine a well deserve pussy lickin’.
And that, she got.
Blondy smiled up at me and said, “I’ll go get us something a
little more…private, then.”
And as she left me there, all the fucking stress started to
leave me and I feel back against the wall I’d just basically been molested
against, ran a hand through my hair and let out the longest goddamn breath of
air I didn’t even fucking know I had in me.
I turned to go look for Swan and get the fuck outta dodge
with my shiny new toy I’d just lifted, quite spectacularly and was met with a
glass full of fucking…something in my face.
“Shit.”
“That cool you off, Cullen? Because if it didn’t, there’s
more.”
Oh.
Fuck me.
“Swan,” I laughed, wiping the Vodka out of my eyes. “I was
just goin’ to look for you.”
Okay, that sounded cheesy.
“How um…how long have you been…”
“Long enough.”
Of course.
“Swan…” I had to laugh at the situation…I mean, seriously…
“It’s really not what you’re
thinking.”
“Really?” she spat. “Because ya know what it looked like to me?” It wasn’t a real question. “It LOOKED like you were about to
have SEX with that….” She flung a hand behind her and then…”BITCH.”
“Wh….with Jane?”
Was she fucking kidding me with this shit?
“Oh, it’s Jane, is it?
What is this, pay back for Jake?
He didn’t even mean to…”
Okay, that was enough to push me into the conversation.
For fucking real.
“Fuck Jake, Swan, this isn’t…” I shook my head at the idiocy
that was even coming out of her fucking mouth squinted my eyes to try and
figure out how this was happening all of a sudden.
“Isn’t what? Isn’t you, kissing some….Blonde BIMBO while I’m trying to get these?”
She held up the iPhone and I had to assume she’d gotten something, which was
fucking awesome, but for the love of fucking god, again, was she serious?
‘Cause that was the most…
“You got pics….what’d you get? Was there anything good? Or…”
She threw the phone at me and I caught it, then when I gained
control of the thing finally, she pushed my ass up against the wall and I
knocked the shit out of the back of my head.
Now, where I normally would’ve asked her what the fuck that
was for, I was stopped short by the tears welling up in her eyes and had to
admit this time, I already knew what that shit was for.
But she didn’t know it was just for…
The fucking case…I mean, shit.
“Swan, look, I…”
“I don’t wanna hear it, Edward…”
Shit. Edward.
Not good.
“If you’d just listen for a fucking second…”
“Listen? HA!”
“She was…”
“I know what she was, Edward, you don’t have to spell it out
for me,” she said, and at that, her eyes fell to Eddy Jr. who was not. Fucking Cooperating.
AT ALL with my goddamn dilemma.
“Bella…come on…”
I started for her but she looked at me with serious venom in
her eyes then and told me, “You’re such a jerk,” she told me, and her voice
cracked and I fucking knew she was right.
Actually, more of a dick than a jerk, but who was I to get
technical?
There had to have been another way to get what I needed,
what we needed.
But I took the dick approach and fucked up.
I wanted to grab her and hold her, maybe kiss her, but she
wasn’t looking like that was an option so I just fucking stood there, before
making a move.
And her hand started for my face.
But this time, I caught it.
And I looked into those brown eyes that had gotten me into
the fucking mess I was in in the first place and told her, “I’m really fucking
sick and goddamn tired of gettin’ decked, Swan.”
I was gonna put my lips to her’s, show her who I really had
feelings for.
Who Eddy Jr. was really responding to when Blondy put her
sticky fingers all over him.
She looked like she was gonna let me, too.
Maybe she was tired of the fighting as much as I was.
Maybe she realized she was just over fucking reacting again.
And she smiled and agreed.
For once.
“You’re right, Cullen.
You don’t deserve that…” she said, and then knee’d me.
Right in the goddamn nuts.
And ohmymotherfuckinggod that shit hurt.
I bent over, heaving like a motherfucker while trying to
simultaneously get the air back into my lungs for a minute and when I stood
back up to try and talk again, I was met with a slap across the cheek bone.
And.
Fucking.
Ow.
It wasn’t exactly like any other time she’d decked me,
either. It wasn’t a deck…or a knuckle
punch even. Hell, I’d a taken another
nut punch in comparison to what a slap meant.
At least when she decked me, I knew she was just pissed but
that she’d get over it.
The slap though, that meant something else, entirely.
I had no words.
I just, fucking looked at her, standing there, crying and
wanting to tell me the fuck off but part of her probably knew, too, that we
didn’t exactly have the commodity of time on our hands.
So she just turned and left.
And when she did, there I was, standing in the overly
decorated, tacky as a motherfucker hallway that belonged to the fuck nut who
probably had our airline princess in custody somewhere, thinking about how
completely and utterly fucked this
whole goddamn case was to date.
We had a client that didn’t like to be upfront with us.
A hired gun who was probably the perpe-fucking-trator.
Aro Volturi, who was most likely the head honcho running
this trafficking bullshit.
And now Blondy, who apparently wanted to fuck me raw and
screw me over, all at the same time most likely.
I needed to take a fucking moment and re-construct a new
goddamn plan on how we were gonna go forward with this case.
And Swan needed to get on board with it.
‘Cause even though, in my mind, I had just cause to have
played things out the way I did, I knew I should probably suck up the stubborn
motherfucker that liked to live in my head.
And that I should probably go apologize.
For starters, anyway.
Right?
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