Chapter 10

Rogue

Chapter 10

Masen

Having every intention of leaving this conversation behind me, I turn to make my exit, but before I can get away, Garrett reaches out and grabs my arm. “Hey man, I ordered a drink, hang on a sec,” he nods, just as the server sets down three beers.

“You aren’t getting out of it that easy motherfucker, so spill, what’s yours? Whatever it is it can’t be better than fucking on a mechanical bull,” Garrett laughs, while Bella rolls her eyes.

I reach out and take a swig of beer, sit back, and glance around the room for a minute, then bring my eyes to meet Bella’s,“If I told you, then I would have to kill you,” I state carefully, using my deepest haunting voice.

Garrett bursts out laughing while Bella’s expression tells another story. She wasn’t the least bit amused. It seems the longer I am around her, the more I learn about her, but not everything about her is an easy read.  

“So could this be one that was fulfilled or is it supposed to be one that is still yet to have happened?”

“Hasn’t happened.” Garrett throws back a few chugs of his beer.

“Considering there is a lady present, I will try to be as inoffensive as I can be while describing this.”

“Oh, cut the shit!” Bella shakes her head, then waves the server back over. “Three shots of Jäger.” she orders, then pulls a twenty out of thin air and throws it on the servers tray.

“Ohhhh…..we are moving up to Jäger now?” Garrett throws back the rest of his beer and Bella leans in resting her elbows on the table.

“Come on Masen, Garrett, and I promise we won’t tell anyone.” she gives me the most cockiest smirk, I’d swear she was learning from me.

I lean forward then lock eyes with her.

I can totally see what emotion she is trying to hide behind them. She looks aroused and full of curiosity. She wants to know this just as much as I did about hers, maybe even more.

Okay. Fine.

“Are you really sure you want to hear this?” I study her for a moment, waiting for her reaction.

There it is.

That one split second where her eyes widen but she shuts it down.

Too late, already saw it.

I had my answer to that question without her saying a word.

I lick my lips, and let the words roll off my tongue, “Still, waiting to fulfill it, mine is slightly darker than either of yours. You could say it is a dark erotic fantasy, and not in any way for the faint at heart. To date, I have not found a willing volunteer. And for the record, I don't have any intention of living it out with one who isn’t fully willing."

"Dark, erotic...no one has offered...not even for you...Edward Masen. Really? Hmmm...you do plan on telling us what it is that would make any female unwilling to engage in something so risky, she would say no! Let alone to of all people you! Please, I have to know what kind of kink Edward Masen is into that women have turned it down!"

Her eyes are bright, her cheeks are flushed, and she is sitting here staring at me with pure excitement in them.

“Mine requires a little bit of preplanning. The location, the implements needed, and time to fully disclose to the one willing to play the part what will happen, the risk involved, and the intensity of an orgasm greater than any one they have ever had before. There are definitely risks because of the reality, and possible intensity of the fantasy.”

“Risk. Like as in causing great harm, or are we talking edge play...or the probability of dying?” She asks.

“Every measure of security that can be taken will be. I'll make damn sure of it, I mean after all, her orgasm wouldn’t be the only one I’d need to achieve.”

“Come on man, you gotta stop beating around the bush here and spill it.” Garrett is starting to show signs of being too intoxicated. Bella looks the way she always does. The alcohol hasn’t seemed to affect her at all. I wonder if it will all catch up to her sooner or later.

I turn up the deep sound of my voice, eye Garrett then her and simply state, “I want to fuck a woman with a gun.”

“Excuse me?” Garrett coughs out.  

I lean in closer resting my elbows on the table between us, staring her dead in the eyes. We are so close I can feel her hot breath on my lips. I would swear she wanted nothing but to make a move to brush hers over mine. However, she quickly pulls back just out of reach as reality sinks in about what she was just about to do.

I flash her a slow, cunning, smile to tease her, “You heard me. I want to fuck a woman with a gun, would you happen to know of any possible volunteers?”  

In a fraction of a second, I watch her eyes fall to my lips that I just so happen to lick.

She watches them closely, with a hunger in her eyes. Then, they dart back to meet mine again and she can’t hide that fire that is now burning behind them.

It’s right fucking there.

“A full clip, or empty?” I feel my brow lift, not expecting her to ask so casually, but thrilled she has the nerve to.

“Where is the thrill in an empty clip, or chamber? What would be the point if the element of danger were taken out? No bullets, no danger, where is the fun in that?”

“Touché.”

“What are we talking? Single or double barrel?” Garrett asks, throwing back his beer.

We both turn to look at him.

“What?”

I shake my head and laugh.

“If it were me, I’d say single, I am really not into fisting or anything close to it,” she says as the server sets down our shots of Jäger. She then picks it up holds it up making a toast, “To Masen, I wish you all the luck in fulfilling such an erotic fantasy. I think you win. Sounds hot! Cheers!”

I laugh and clink glasses with her, then Garrett and throw back the shot and slam the glass down on the table. Damn, she never ceases to amaze me, with the things that come out of her mouth sometimes.

“So, care to go into a little more detail about this fantasy of yours, minus of course the barrel size?” She smirks in Garrett’s direction.  

I take a moment to close my eyes, and imagine the fantasy I have had since I was a teenager. I am surprised that for the first time, there is a face to go with my fantasy and it magically brings it to life in my head.

Her face.

In my fantasy I have longed for.

Dressed in that hotter than fuck pinstriped outfit she wore the day of the family meeting.  

Fuck!

My eyes pop open and meet with hers. Her expression says so much. Her eyes are slightly hooded, a little more bloodshot now. She raises her hand up and our server magically appears.

“One last round of Jäger shots please, my friend here is about to share all the little details of his dirty little secret.” she smirks. I glance up to see our server’s eyes lift in surprise when her eyes meet mine.

She licks her lips seductively as she looks my way. I hadn’t even noticed her until now. If I were to hazard a guess, she would love more than anything to hear this.

“That is, just about the extent of what I am willing to share.” I state firmly and stand up. I honestly don’t want another shot. I am already well on my way to be being buzzed and I need to keep my head in the game. Now, is not any time to let my guard down after the shit I have seen since we arrived here.

I am really curious as to how both my father and grandfather would have reacted to all of this. My grandfather is old school, but my father doesn’t always agree with his ways of the old days.

All I can say from this point on is that I am glad I am not the one that The Swan family is targeting. Then, again...who knows really? Maybe I am after all is said and done, and with that thought, I need to really step up my game. I can’t let my guard down around anyone. I am the Boss now and that is only one of many reasons to target me and take me out.

I turn and head for the exit with both of them in tow. We left the cute little waitress standing there with her mouth left hanging open. I chuckle to myself wondering what the hell her mind is conjuring up.

We make our way back to the car when I hear what I swear sounds like gun shots off in the distance. I look over at them as they share a look with one another.

“I can’t wait to clean up these streets.” she snarls.

“Maybe when all is said and done here, we can head over to the middle east. This isn’t no where near as bad babygirl. Over there, it is ten fucking times worse.”

“I will have to ask Daddy.” she smiles brightly at him and climbs up into the jeep.

We share a look and both laugh before he replies, “Whatever Daddy’s girl wants, Daddy gives her. Trust me that may be a hint of our next mission.”

I shake my head and climb in.

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Chapter End Notes:

I know it has been a while since I have updated and this one is short but I wanted to get it out. I had to go back and read this story again lol!

I am working on the next chapter too…!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY LOVELIES….

HEART YOU ALL SO HARD!

Chapter 9

Rogue

Chapter 9

Masen

“Jasper, how you doing man?”  I walk out of my bedroom onto the balcony overlooking the pool.

“I am fine Masen would you stop worrying about me!”

“Who said I was worried? I always ask you how you are doing!”

“Sorry, I thought…”

“I know what you thought...listen, I wanted you to be aware of the meeting I plan to hold just as soon as I get back to Chicago. I am in California right now. We have something big about to happen. So, I need you to plan on holding a meeting at the riverfront warehouse. I only want to do this announcement once and I want everyone to be there from the bosses of each family down to the soldiers. I will let the soldiers address the associates themselves. I understand that not everyone will be able to attend, but try to get as many of them there, when I get back.”

“Whoa, wait, you want the soldiers also?”

“I just want to make sure nothing gets lost in the translation of the orders that I am about to lay down. This is too big for there to be any balls dropped. I also need you to have Roslie look into a private jet. The organization is going to need one on a regular basis for the next six months.”

“What is going on Masen?” I can hear the concern in his tone.

The front gate buzzes.

“Jazz, I promise I will tell you when I get back, take care of yourself man because I am going to need you.”

“I am fine Masen. Trust me.”

“Good, call me if you need me.”

I hang up as I walk to the door to key in the code to give the driver to the van access to the grounds. I walk outside with the keys to the VW. A bubbly teenaged girl climbs out of a van, “Hi! I am here for the rental!” She eyes me up and I look at her like she is crazy.

“How old are you?”

“22...why?” Her eyes light up and she is getting the wrong impression.

“You don’t look old enough to drive,” I look around her and see the side of the van has the rental agency’s logo on the door, “but who I am to argue. I am not the one who hired you, here you are. It is that ugly piece of shit in front of the first garage door,” I toss her the keys, “do me a favor, take it slow around the curves going back down. Even an experienced driver could drive right over the edge.” I warn her before I walk back inside. I would have no issue with the car going over the edge, but I would hate the idea of her being in it when it does. I hate VW’s. They are loud, annoying, ugly, and even when they are cherried out, they are still loud, annoying, and ugly as hell.

I log into my computer to check my email. Zafrina sent me a few links on the Swan file. She has gathered information on both of them, so I take a few minutes to review it before I head downstairs.   

There is a note with one of the links.

Warning Live Password Masen, get in and get out. Don’t linger unless you know where she is.

I get up and peek outside in the hallway and listen. I can hear water running from her shower in the guest bathroom.

I rush back to open the link to find a facebook profile.

Shocked is an understatement.

Bella has a facebook profile. I check her settings really quick to see if it is private or open. It is set to private so I don’t have a lot of time. I hate social media. I have never used it for a number of reasons. The first and foremost is that you cannot remain anonymous if you create a facebook profile. What is worse is that once you start actually utilizing the features facebook offers, you are pretty much painting an arrow aimed straight at you. The more you add, the more the world knows. Family, friends, jobs, school, pets, children. All of it becomes a smorgasbord of information on your life especially if you utilize the features.

I move fast since I am now currently logged in as her. I check to see if she has anything that would lead her to become aware that her account has been accessed from an unknown location. She is clear and I scroll her wall. She doesn’t post often, but there are a few recent posts. One is a photo of Chicago taken from a balcony. “Spending time with Charlie in Chicago.”

There are a few other random posts of jokes, and memes.

I move up to look at her list of friends and start screencapping page by page. Then I move over to her photo section.

She has an album labeled “Daddy’s little soldier,” so I open it up and scroll down.

The photo seems innocent enough. A father with his little girl dressed up like him. However, I also note that the soldier’s face is cut off. I am pretty sure this was done intentionally, considering who he is.

The next one is of Bella a few years older, but still wearing the same uniform her father has. I find it interesting considering little girls are supposed to like dolls, and tea parties. What I really notice is how happy she appears. She looks like any other child. Both photos have comments as to how cute she is.

It is the third picture that causes the hair to raise on the back of my neck. The comments below the photo are common, people like it, some ask her if she has gone hunting yet. It is the question that unnerves me that is bouncing around in my head. No one else seems to notice she is actually working on her accuracy and her targets are not deer or elk. She is practicing to kill, but the outside world seems oblivious.

It isn’t until the next few photos that those commenting, seem a little more concerned with a little kid like her handling a weapon with so much power.

Bella’s reply is that she loves target practice and the one training her is one of the few top snipers in the military who had retired. She assures them that he, nor her father would ever let any harm come to her or anyone else. She adds that she is using dummy bullets as a safety precaution.

I take notice right away that is not the case with this photo. The shell casings are right there on the table next to her.  She is shooting live rounds and she holds that weapon like she were holding a fork or a spoon. What amazes me is that she has the strength or so it appears to keep it steady.

The last photo is the most unnerving. If she has been handling weapons like this since she was old enough to walk, how good could she really be with one today?

The day will come, when I finally find out.

The next photo, causes me to check the date to see when it was posted.

It was over two years ago. As clear as day, she is sending out a message. I am not sure if it is intentional, but from my point of view she is giving a fair warning.

I log out quickly, and head out of my room. As I pass her door, I can hear her moving around now. Gustavo had delivered our luggage first thing this morning and she had excused herself to go change after breakfast. I knock on her door, “Bella, I will meet you downstairs, I am going to pull the car out.”

“Okay, I will be there in a minute!”

I make my way to the garage and choose the Jeep to ride in, because we are heading back out to the desert. Just as, I pull up she is coming down the stairs. Her laptop case in her hand and she stops and scrunches her nose up at me.

“What?”

“We aren’t actually driving into the desert Masen.” She rolls her eyes and climbs in.

“I beg to differ, I want to know what else is out there besides that place.”

“We already combed the area...it is secluded. Nothing around for miles. Daddy checked it out.”

“Why do you call your father Daddy? Aren’t you a little old for that?”

She glares over at me, “I just never bothered to call him anything else.” she glances out the side window and I take off heading for the freeway. “He will always be Daddy to me.”

Two hours later I find myself standing here watching Bella and Garrett spar in a ring. They have a training room set up with a fully equipped gym and some of the best equipment here where they train and practice. Garrett goes down hard, but he jumps back up, snapping out of the daze she just put him in. Her legs are long enough to strike him from a distance and the speed at which she does it, reminds me exactly of Bruce Lee. Back in the day camera's were not fast enough to catch his speed and to keep his opponents safe he never used his full strength, because if he did, he would seriously injure them. They would never see it coming until it was too late.

"Damn, you been practicing."

"Maybe," she laughs, "or maybe you are just getting slow in your old age."

"Oh, you are gonna pay for that one." Garrett burst forward, and came at her with all his weight behind him as he wrapped his arms around her waist, slamming into her. He picked her up and threw her to the ground. I could hear the air leave her lungs as he landed on top of her, but he rolled away from her quickly, jumping back up.

"What the fuck was that?" She gasps, trying to catch her breath as she stands back up.

"Sorry, I cheat." He chuckles.

She took a minute to catch her breath then, took her stance. He attempted to kick her but she blocked it before it connected.  All I caught was a blur of her arm, then her entire body lifted up off the ground and she roundhouse kicked him so damn hard, it spun him completely around. You could hear the sound of her foot connecting with his face echo through the training center.

She did not need much space to assault anyone. Nor did she need the leverage, which pretty much showed me that she has gone easy on me the few times I nearly assaulted her.

When Garrett turned around to face her, his eye was swollen shut, he spat out a mouth full of blood cursing, "Fucking hell!"

"Sorry, but you know how I feel about cheaters." she shrugs.

Either Garrett or myself, anticipated her next move until it was too late. Bella’s speed is unbelievable and if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. She lunged forward repeating the same move Garrett pulled on her. Garrett was lying flat on his back cursing up one side and down the other. He rolled over but she had already jumped back up.

“I think that is enough.” She held her hand out for him to take.

By the time it was over both of them climbed out of the ropes and you could clearly see who won that session. Garrett looked like hell, and Bella didn't have a mark on her.

"Masen's turn." Garrett coughs out.

"It would not be a fair fight." I state. They both look at me surprised, "I would just shoot her before she landed the first blow. See, not fair. I find guns so much better at knocking down an opponent, and I don't even break a sweat." I turned around and walked away laughing to myself.

“Pussy.” Garrett calls out but I ignore him walking out to go check out the stockpile of assorted weapons that just arrived.

I grab the hammer and pry open the first crate. It is loaded with several of the same type of weapons.

“I have been waiting anxiously for these!” Garrett says.

"A bow and arrow?" I laugh while she just stares at me, her expression stone cold and unaffected.

"What?" I continue to chuckle.

"The first wave has to be as stealth as possible. This gives us the advantage. They won't hear us coming. You pull out an AK 47, or one of the hand grenades, and you are going to wake up the entire state of California. Deadly silent and accurate as hell. Calibrated to take down a fucking Elk in the woods, which is much bigger than a blood or crip walking down the street in the hood. It's effective on either of the two, trust me."

Now, I feel like a fucking idiot and I suddenly realize, how often I underestimate her, but then I am reminded of what she has already accomplished and proven beyond a doubt.

"Show me. Teach me what you know and I promise, not to laugh again."

She smiles, and bats her lashes at me, well I think that is what that look was. "I really like your laugh, I hope you do it again...laugh I mean."

I smile at her as she and Garrett gather a bow each and several arrows. I follow them out of the opposite side of the complex and onto a field outside that is set up for target practice.

Garrett has already taken his position next to her. We pause to watch him fire off a few arrows. The first one misses. He makes a few adjustments on it and after that, he is hitting the outer edges of the bullseye each time getting closer to the center.

“I love this fucking toy! I just wished I could still see out of both eyes.” he laughs and I can’t help but chuckle at how much he looks like a little kid in a candy shop with his shiny new toy.

“My turn.” Bella takes a minute to make a few adjustments on it and then gets into position and loads an arrow and takes aim. She inhales then exhales slowly and pulls the string back.

Garrett has moved to stand on the other side of her, holding a hand full of arrows. She lets the first one go and it flies past the target altogether. She makes a few adjustments on it and takes aim again after Garrett hands her another arrow.

From that point on she starts firing. Each arrow hitting dead center, then she begins to pick up her speed taking less time to aim. Garrett hands her another arrow over and over barely keeping up with her. It is amazing to watch. She turns to me and hands me the bow, moves behind me to guide me on how to hold it, but there is no way this will work.

"You are much taller than me, so ummm...you need to uh.... get behind me." she is stumbling on her words, but I reposition myself. I flash her a devious smile, moving around and bringing my arms around her body to put my hands over hers.

“Take your stance just like this. Make sure you are centered. This isn't the bow you will be using. Each bow needs to be fitted to the one using it, so keep in mind and don't get discouraged. Hold your fingers in an L shape and place the bow in the curve of your hand. Your trigger needs to be between your first and second nuckle, like so."

"I aim next?"

"No, you need to noch your arrow first then you use your site to take aim."

I catch a wave of the sweet scent of her long dark brown mane that blows in the wind. Fuck, she smells amazing.

She mimics the steps of what I am supposed to do, where to load the arrow and how to hold it before pulling on the string.

  

Then she steps out from under me and lets me try it on my own.

I follow her instructions and pull back the string. I am a little surprised by how much tension and the strength it requires to just accomplish that. I take a deep breath and look at the target and where I want to hit. I let it go. It misses the mark by a mile and I curse.

“Again.” she says, handing me another arrow. Garrett disappears but reappears with more arrows.

“Let it go when you exhale.” She instructs and I follow her lead. On about the tenth try, I manage to hit the outer edge of the target.

“It looks easier than it actually is.” I groan, but I don't give up.

“Practice makes perfect.”

“Says the one that has been using it since she first learned how to walk.” I mutter.

She tilts her head and looks at me curiously. I realize the slip I just made but try to cover it up. “Your father started teaching you at what age again?” I ask trying to deflect that to the information that she and her father shared with us the night we had dinner.

“Since she was kneehigh to a grasshopper.” Garrett laughs.

“See.” I smirk and turn to take aim again. It takes me an hour before I am close to the bullseye, but she is right the more I practice the better I am getting.

“So, my question is how does one conceal this big of a weapon? It is going to be pretty obvious don’t you think to anyone else out there who may happen to see us?”

“These are only used to take out those guarding the bigger hotspots. Like the warehouses, the hideouts, and their stomping grounds. We won’t be carrying these on the street. Once we take out those patrolling, then we switch to much more stealthier weapons.”

“I take it all your people have undergone their training.”

“They all need to be updated to the current job. This isn’t New York and these guys are not typical mobsters, they are going to need a little extra training. Garrett is in charge of that. All you have to do is schedule your team in groups of ten to come out and spend some time down here where they will be trained. We then go through a selection process of who can handle what position when the time comes. I think between me, Garrett, my father, and you, we can come to an agreement on who will be on which teams when the time comes. Each one is unique but I will explain all that later. Right now, we need to set up surveillance at a few new locations.”

“Gustavo beat you to it young lady. He even updated the computer system.” Garrett interrupts.

“Show me.” she demands and he leads us back to the computer room that is his station. I sit back and watch him go into the system and bring up a few camera’s around a warehouse. You can tell they are hidden by their surroundings.

“Why is this new?” I ask.

“They are paranoid, with good reason. They move their headquarters often, but there are some places that stay put and have been for years. Those will be the easiest to hit. They are creatures of habit, the old school members.”

“First, my father’s team goes in first, makes contact with the target and he will bring them back here. Once they are interrogated and have given up any new information, only then will we move in. It won't be long though, these guys are important and if they go missing for too long, the entire operation could be jeopardized because they will scatter.”

“I say it is time for a fucking drink.” Garrett turns to head back inside. Bella follows with me in tow.

“Please, any place but that damn honky tonk shit you love so much.” Bella looks back at me mimicking a gag as if she is about to throw up. I laugh because it is behind Garrett’s back.

“You never seem to mind the view of endless cowboys when you go with me.” he snorts as we return the weapons to the crates.

“Masen?”

“What?”

“You like country music?”

“Not particularly, I mean I listen to it on occasion but it isn’t my first choice.”

“Well, at least you didn’t say no, so there is hope. You are driving.” he adds as he climbs in the back of the jeep and settles in.

After we have maneuvered our way out of headquarters and are back on paved highway again, I follow the directions Garrett gives me. The sun is starting to set and I can’t believe the day is already over.

I pull up in front of a small bar in Los Angeles and hand over my keys to the valet driver as I climb out. I can hear live music nearly bumping the roof off the place and I fall behind Garrett as he leans in to the bouncer standing at the door. They exchange words, we are let in ahead of those in line that don’t hesitate to shout profanities at the big motherfucker that just gave us access ahead of them. He crosses his arms over his chest and glares out at them. I can’t help but laugh. It reminds me of the clubs I can get into, anywhere in Chicago. It is all about who you know, and apparently Garrett knows a few people.

The club is busy, but not so much that you can’t make you way around. The sounds of country music that I don’t recognize fill the speakers overhead and we make our way to the bar. Garrett orders a bottle of whisky and three shot glasses. “First round is on me. What kind of beer do you drink Masen?”

I am not a huge fan of beer so I simply state, “Whatever you are having is fine with me.”

“Alright, make it three drafts of my usual darlin’.” he winks at the girl tending bar. She can barely see over the damn thing and I don’t see her looking more than around twenty years old herself. A few minutes later she artfully sets up three shot glasses, pours the whisky in all three without spilling a drop and sets the bottle down, sliding them in our direction. I watch her move around the bar with ease and I can tell she has been doing this for a while.

She pours three beers with little to no foam on top, sets down three coasters and places our beer in front of us. I look over at Garrett and thank him for the beer and take a sip. It doesn’t taste that bad so I chug a little down.

“A toast.” he holds up his shot glass as Bella picks up hers and I follow. “This is the first of a fond farewell to the bad guys.” he throws his back, and Bella follows with me right after her. The alcohol burns as it goes down and warms me up from the inside out.

Within five minutes, there have been three females asking both Garrett and or myself to dance. I shake my head no and continue to drink my beer. I catch Bella’s gaze in the mirror in front of us and smile at her each time. She can’t help but smile in return.

Over the course of the next two hours, we have talked about everything from preferences for gun makers, to the outrageous names we have heard alcoholic drinks named after, most of them sex. The topic shifts to fantasies and Garrett is all too willing to share what his ultimate fantasy is. All three of us are well on our way to drunk and at some point we had moved to a table and are sitting around it.

“He wants to fuck on a mechanical bull.” Bella waves at him and rolls her eyes before she finally gives in and laughs at his attempt to defend what he believes is the hottest fantasy ever. She argues with him over the ability to stay on the bull, he argues that all the girl he is fucking has to do is stay on him. They banter back and forth like brother and sister.

“One of these days I will get a call from the hospital and they will tell me, Garrett here, just had a horn ectomy. That is when someone has to get a fake mechanical bulls horn removed from his ass, after his failed attempt to have sex on it.”

I laugh out loud at the visual. 

It doesn’t take long for Garrett to accept one of the offers to dance. We watch him and laugh at his antics and the way he is starting to show signs of how drunk he really is. I have little room to talk. I am feeling the effects of all the shots we have taken as well as the beer I have consumed.

"You sure you don't want to tell me? Garrett isn't here now."

"Garrett isn't the reason I haven't disclosed mine!" her face is flushed, her eyes red and glazed over.

She keeps her head down, but it don't matter I can still see her face turning beet red.

"No."

"No you want to, or no you don't want to?" I take another drink of my beer.

"You don't give up do you?" she is starting to look frustrated.

"If I gave up so easily I never would have gotten where I am today Miss Swan."

"You really want to know?"

"Yes, are you going to finally give in and tell me?" I push.

"Fine." She takes another sip of her beer and sets her mug down, sliding it off to the side, leans forward with her elbows resting on the table, her arms now crushing her breasts together in a position that nearly spills the beauties out over the top of her shirt right in front of me. My eyes naturally lock on to them and I stare for a beat too long when I finally meet her gaze again, she has a smirk on her lips.

"Typical male pervert, why are you all so fascinated by tits?" I can't help but smile.

"Guilty as charged, so sue me for admiring the view, it is a spectacular fucking view Miss Swan." I nod towards her cleavage, "if you don't believe me, take a look for yourself."

She rolls her eyes, "I have seen it, thanks." "Well it is a first for me, so I hope you don't mind if I admire it."

Her expression transformed, her eyes growing darker, hypnotizing me with the way she looks at me now. It is heady, seductive and devious look I have seen. She unleashes that expression on me at the same time she starts to spill the dirty details of her most desirable fantasy.

I tune everyone and everything going on around me out.

"I imagine a night spent with a person you have this magnetic attraction to. One that doesn't involve handcuffs, or threesomes, or kinky sex in a dirty motel room. I am talking about a night where two people share a passion for one another so intense, neither of us can barely breathe. It is a night of pure uninhibited sex between us that lasts all night long. We do it on every possible surface, in every position we dare try. The sex is raw, intense, full of passion. None of it is planned. I don't see it coming, you know, just attacked by lips and overpowered by his sheer strength as he takes control over everything. I have the pleasure of getting mauled by him completely, tossed around like his rag doll, bending me to his will this way and that way. It all starts with a kiss and from that moment on, he manhandles me, forcefully tearing my clothes off until I am naked. I am thrown up against the wall, rough, forceful, but the kisses are still very passionate. It isn't violent the way I am making it sound, it is all consuming his lips and tongue crying out to devour me, holding nothing back. He wastes no time when he thrusts himself inside of me, sweat pouring off our bodies while he is fucking me so hard up against that wall, leaving his marks all over me, on both the outside, even deeper on the inside. I will feel it for days afterwards. But it doesn't stop there, I give him whatever he wants, I will ride him, let him watch me touch myself, whatever his heart deires that I can do, I willingly give to him. I will swallow every inch of him. He owns me and is allowed to take me where ever he chooses, from the front of from behind, as often as he wants. I am there to pleasure him all night long, as he is there for me."

"Behind?" my brow lifts up with my question.  "Yes Masen, I did mention dirty, and anal sex is great! Don't knock it till you have tried it." she winks. She just fucking winked at me and now I think she is teasing me.

"Oh, no I have tried it Isabella, I am just a little surprised you have." I grin.

Her lip curls up and she licks her lips seductively, "It is a fantasy that is never going to happen, because men don't think the way we women do so the whole idea of it is ridiculous to even go on fantasizing about. That is why it is a fantasy. Fantasies don't really happen. They are just a tool to lie in bed at night and daydream about while I touch myself." She picks up her mug and throws the rest of her beer back.

She moves to sit back in her chair all while smiling at me. She is proud of herself, though I am not sure why.

"Ready to go? We need to get Garrett and get out of here, we have a long day planned out for tomorrow."

She is fucking crazy if she thinks for a minute that I am going to stand up right now. God I hate her, and what is even worse, I want her more now than ever.

"I am not done with my beer yet." I take another sip of it, milking the rest of it for as long as I need to.

"You know in all fairness, come to think of it, you heard mine and Garrett's but we haven't heard yours." She states while her lip curls up on the right side.

"Heard whose?" Garrett interrupts taking his seat reaching for his beer. Bella's smile grows a little more devious, "I just told Masen my fanatasy, but he is holding out on his."

"Ah, I see." he chuckles swallowing back the last of his beer, "I am just in time then." He starts to sit back and wait for me to speak. I cut them both off.

"I am done." I stand up throwing a wad of cash on the table and I head for the front door, with both of them hot on my trail.

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Chapter 8

Rogue

Chapter 8

Masen

I am losing it. I don’t know what in the hell is wrong with me, but I am so far out of my element right now don’t know which way is up.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I mean jumping on a private jet with Bella sounded good at the time that was until we arrived here. Let me start by saying that being around her has me on edge all the fucking time. I am constantly on guard and this is only the first damn day.

One of the things that makes me uneasy is that she isn’t like any other woman I have met.

I doubt shopping at the mall is on the top of her to do list, like the wives of the associates or their goomahs.

Bella is different. She has this eerie calmness about her, I find it unnerving.  

I regret coming here with her alone. I should have insisted on bringing Jasper, Emmett, or even Carlisle. That only puts me more on edge. No one has my back here.

How the fuck is a man supposed to still feel manly when you are in the presence of a woman like Bella? I feel inadequate and it’s turning me into someone I am not!

I stare out the window as we head back to her friends home. Another place I will feel totally out of place in. God could this day get any worse?

“You sure are quiet is everything okay?”

I turn to look at her. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You sure? Because you seem a little tense.”

Just let it go Bella please.

Hold your tongue Masen.

“I am not a big supporter of visiting Los Angeles. The people are rude, the traffic is a nightmare, everything here has a ridiculous price tag, and their law enforcement are a bunch of racist holier than thou bullies that are even more corrupt than we are. I guess I should have probably told you that before I agreed to this little trip. It is not my favorite place to be.”

She plugs in her iPod and turns on some music.

I am glad she doesn’t have anything to say.

The song that begins to play surprises me. The compact car fills with the few chords of the piano before the deep vocals of David Draiman follow. I look over at her and watch her.

She is lip syncing the words to the song and as I watch her I notice how into it she gets. She even closes her eyes for a moment. I swear it’s as if she forgot I was sitting next to her.

And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share, and no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence

She sings the song from beginning to end and all I do is watch her. She doesn’t look over at me once until the end of it.

“Sorry, I like that song and Disturbed nailed it better than the original.”

“It is a great song.” I still stare at her.

“I like the fact that according to the writers, it is written about the inability of people to communicate with each other, not because they don't speak the same language, it is that they can’t connect emotionally, so what you see around you are people unable to love each other and I find that really sad.”

I turn to stare back out the window again. “You are the most interesting person I have ever met Bella.”

“I am?” she looks over at me as I turn to look at her again, watching her. She shifts in her seat uncomfortably now that I am openly studying her.

“What?” her eyes glance over in my direction but quickly return to road.

“Pull over.” I demand.

“What? We are in the middle of the freeway.”

“I don’t care, pull over!” I raise my voice a notch.

“Jeez.” she switches lanes and pulls off the shoulder, putting it in park.

“Get out.” I tell her as I open my door to step out of this damn car heading around to her side. I open her door for her and it takes her a minute before she finally listens to me. I am surprised I don’t have to drag her out it.

She stands here and I move around her and climb in.

She is still standing there as the cars whizz by her, the wind whipping her hair.

“Are you going to get in, or am I going to have to leave you here?” I wait hitting the gas pedal while its in neutral once to rev the engine of this piece of shit car.

She is pissed. I don’t care! She literally stomps her way around the car, opens the door forcefully climbing in while glaring at me the whole time.

Suddenly I feel like I grew my balls back.

I turn to face her and she doesn’t dare look away from me, because I know the expression on my face is fucking serious. “What happened to you after we danced the night I first met you?” I had been waiting long enough to confront her on this.

I see her eyes widen in a small moment of panic. She didn’t expect me to ask. She is fucking crazy to think I wouldn’t.

She looks down at my chest and I barely hear her say, “Yeah about that, I am sorry.”

“I don’t want an apology! I want to know why the fuck you bailed without so much as a word that you were leaving. What the fuck Bella you snuck out a back door! Was I that appalling?”

Her eyes are still focused on my chest, but they come up to meet mine. “You weren’t supposed to do that.”

“Do what? Ask you to dance with me? Jesus, I didn’t think there was any harm in that!”

She is about to panic, her eyes are darting all over the place and she starts to bite her bottom lip and I can see her hands out of the corner of my eyes start to ball into fists. Her body starts to vibrate. It is the strangest reaction I have ever seen.

I swear I want to think she is an alien who has taken over a female’s body. I decide to cut her a fucking break and not push her for an answer. She looks like she is about to snap or something. Not physically, but mentally. I am getting a strange warning in the back of my head that is telling me to back the fuck off. I don’t know why I even listen to it, but I do.

I turn around and put the car into gear, wait for traffic before I merge back in.

She sits beside me quietly staring out the side window like I just was when I was sitting there.

Good.

Her soft voice interrupts the silence, "You don’t know where you are going.”

I turn my eyes on her, “I know exactly where I am going.”

I watch her response as she furrows her brow, but I don’t give her any clue as to where we are going. We exit the freeway and I head west.

“For not liking this town, you sure seem to know your way around it Masen.”

“Who said I didn’t know my way around it?” I glance over at her flashing my all knowing cocky smirk.

She looks both baffled and pissed. It’s a rather cute look on her. Like a little furious, yet curious kitten. I almost laugh at her but I am too pissed off right now to do so.

“Look, I may not know my way around your top secret abandoned military installations or whatever in the hell you call that place, but I know my way around Los Angeles. If my little rant didn’t clue you in, I have been here before more than once. My father loves this god forsaken desert and he drags the family out here to vacation. When I was younger we visited every year. Now, that I am older, I get to turn him down when he tries to get me to come.”

“You shouldn’t turn him down.”

That was the last fucking thing I expected to hear from her.

“He shouldn’t ask me to go somewhere that I despise either. Now, if he wanted me to go to Australia or the Bahamas then I would happily tag along.”

The streets here are now pretty clear, it's a little after three am as I turn down Highland and head up the hillside on the curvy winding roads.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“You are pissed I take it? Is it because you aren’t in control all of a sudden?” I glance over but not for long or I will drive us right over the side of the cliff.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

I shrug, well it is how I felt so I am starting to think she is more like me. I don’t bother to answer her. If she couldn’t answer my questions then why the hell would I answer hers.

I pull up to the gate, look at the damn door and realize I have to crank the damn thing to get the window down. I key in the code to the gate and it starts to slide open. I look over at her and smile, “I am driving this fucking piece of shit car off the side of a cliff the first chance I get.”

She rolls her eyes, “It’s a rental Masen, it has to be returned.”

“Tell the bastards to come get it. We are not riding in this damn thing again!” I pull up the drive curving around to the garage door and park in front of the first one.

“Where are we?” she asks again as I start to climb out.

“My father’s house.”

“Wait what?” she asks now climbing out and running around to follow me as I head for the front door I key in the entry door and walk in with her on my heels. I shut it behind her and say, “Welcome to the Masen family vacation home.” I head for the kitchen and open the refrigerator.

“Are you hungry?” I ask as I pull out stuff to make a sandwich.

“I am starving. We haven’t eaten anything all day!”

I move around the kitchen and gather everything I will need, bringing it to the island where I start making us both one.

“Everything on it?”

“No onions.”

I nod and walk around her to grab a knife.

“Why do I not know about this place?” she asks just as I pull the knife out of the wooden block. I stop dead in my tracks. Anger surges through me again as I turn to look at her.  

“Excuse me?” I can hear the shock and anger in my own tone, but I don’t think she is aware of it. Her back is turned from me when she speaks again. I don’t even think she realizes what the fuck she is saying when it all comes spewing out of her mouth, completely unaware that I am standing behind her holding a fucking knife.

“I know everything about your family. I don’t understand how this slipped by me. I am thinking because the house must not be in your father’s name maybe. There surely has to be a reason why this place isn’t listed as his in my files.”

I snapped.

The whole idea that someone has been so invasive into the personal details of my families life was too much for a normal person to be okay about it. But my family is not a normal family, and the fact that she is talking about them like we are some huge research project pisses me off. What if she or Charlie had decided to add us to their list of kills instead of including us in on it? What if we were wiped out with the Italians. I lost it and there is no way she could have seen me coming when I let loose on her.

She didn’t see me coming.

“I have been more than tolerant of you and your father Miss Swan. I am fully aware of what you both are capable of. I can sincerely say that I don’t care about what you have done in the past, but I also will not forget it either. Just so we understand each other, the Swan family still has one strike against them. I am the new Boss of the commission. That same commission that has to the power to decide the fate of every member of this organization. In my house, it is three strikes and you are out. You are welcome to continue thinking that my hands are pretty for now, but do not doubt that if you or your father make one wrong move, I will show you just how pretty his blood will look on my hands when I am done with him. Do I make myself crystal fucking clear?“

I tower over her giving her no room to breathe, let alone look anywhere but right at me while still holding my knife against her throat, “You are not the only one in this world designed to kill sweetheart."

She seriously looks shaken and that is exactly the way I want her to feel.

Scared.

“Masen.” she gasps out, “you are hurting me.”

It was like a slap in the face that came out of nowhere. I realized how I had pinned her up against the center island, and the way her arms were pressed behind her.

I have at least 65 pounds over her and it’s all muscle. Even if she could knee me in the balls, there is no way she can get the leverage she would need to take me down the way that I have her pinned. That is, not to say she won’t punch me the minute I back away from her and release her. I have never been in this situation before. When my temper has gotten me to this point, the person usually dies before I would ever let them go to ever give them a chance to strike back.

She is the exception, once again. I ease up and slowly pull away removing the weight of my body against hers. Her hand slowly comes up and she touches her throat, pulls it back to look at it. She thinks I cut her. Her eyes dart up to mine and she is pissed. There is a fire in her eyes that sends a signal right down to my cock.  

Wait where the fuck did that come from?  

“You want to take a shot baby, go for it.” I lay the knife down on the counter and open my arms up for her to hit me.

“Give me that chance in a ring, then I would be happy to take you up on the offer.” she snaps.

“That’s right, you took kickboxing. Do you really think that is a fair fight? Going up against a guy who only took a limited amount of karate when I was a kid?”

“About as fair as you pulling a knife on me while my back is turned!”

Touche’.

“You only get one shot Bella. Take it now, you will only get one fucking chance.”

She moves away, walking around the island, to take over making the sandwiches from where I left off.

“You do realize that our luggage is at Sienna’s house. I have nothing here. You may, but I don’t.”

“I am sure we can supply you with whatever you need.”

She is taking her anger out on the poor sandwiches she is making, then she stops right in the middle of it closes her eyes, takes a long drawn out breath, then opens her eyes again. The eerie calm she seems to have snaps back into place.

“I can understand why you are angry. I wouldn’t like it either if someone were digging around in my family's background…”

I don’t let her finish. “Oh well let me clue you in because that’s exactly what is happening as we speak, so now I do hope you know what it is like, so tell me Bella, are we even now? Oh no, wait, there is a slight difference, I wasn’t planning on murdering you and your entire family if you don’t pass my background check! I just want to know anything you haven’t already shared.” I all but yelled out, my anger still on the edge.

Her expression changes immediately.

“You are right. I can’t say we are even. But I can say this, I don’t kill those who don’t deserve it. When I discovered that your family only dealt in the types of business you do, I knew right away that you weren’t like the rest of them. I am sorry if that upsets you, but I am also not going to lie. If I had found out you were selling children as sex slaves, I would have slit all of your throats and not have batted an eyelash when I did it. You and I both know you would have deserved it if you had, just like I let every one of those bastards know it before I ended their lives. Especially the cartel members.”

“Well, I guess I can’t really be all that pissed off at you when you put it that way now can I?”

“Imagine the suffering Masen. What those that are sold and traded like cattle go through. The fear of dying every single day or worse, being kept alive a prisoner, beaten, starved, abused sexually, physically, mentally. They are human beings and it breaks my fucking heart. No one should live that way, especially at the hands of another human. Then, you have these motherfuckers selling drugs and killing innocent people for either knowing too much, or using them to traffic drugs through the country. They put no value on any human life. Someone has to finally stand up to them. Someone has to say this is enough and you need to be eradicated and not just say it, but to have the fucking nerve and backbone to do it! Justice hasn’t worked, it has only gotten worse, if we wait around for the authorities to be given the power, it will be too late, there will be too many innocent people who have died.”

I stand here and stare at her wondering how she is unaware of the Volturi’s recent involvement in the drug trade. They are part of my organization, and therefore that makes me a part of it. Aro made the choice to enter into it. None of us could go against him at the time since he was the Boss. I was his family that he was still the Don for. I have considered shutting it down, but it wasn’t a priority on my list of things to change. I was more focused on setting up each family with their own computer systems to get them earning money another way. That was until Swan happened. Now, that isn’t even on my top list of things to do.

It all becomes a little more clear to me why Charlie Swan is doing what he is doing. It really is hard to look at this beautiful girl and not give her whatever she wants and when she looks like this, I have to admit, I would agree to do anything she asked. I can see the genuine empathy on her face, the anguish for people she doesn’t even know. She is fighting for people who can’t fight for themselves. Who didn’t stand a chance. I am starting to suspect that none of it is about the money or the power that would come to Swan when he takes over it. If he isn’t involved in those kinds of business then what type of organization would he be running? One like my own? I have questions but now isn’t the time. I can see she is tired and so am I, not to mention hungry.

I walk over and stand in front of her, she steps back and I feel like shit that she does. I reach out so slow to show her I mean her no harm, and I lift her chin to look at me. She looks weary and I know the feeling. I am just as tired also.

“We can’t save everyone Bella, but I promise, we can at least make some sort of impact if we have the manpower. You did it once, show us how and we will help you do it again, but you need to remember, this is a much bigger scale you are talking about. There are a lot of them, and once they realize they are under attack, they are going to be ready to fight back. That means people we know and love are going to die, but I get it. No child should be sold.”

Her shoulders drop and her eyes blink back tears.

There is something that she isn’t telling me. Something much deeper. I can see it in her eyes. She is wounded because I don’t know anyone that looks this upset over people they don’t even know. Something had to have happened to make this woman go balls out to think she can take down the drug cartels.  

“Ba cheart duit a dúradh liom go raibh tú ag teacht! Ba mhaith liom a raibh rud éigin déanta le déanamh agat!”

{ You should have told me you were coming! I would have had something made for you!}

Maggie interrupts us as she enters the kitchen. I turn my head to look at her, when I feel Bella step back abruptly. When I look back she has the knife in her hand as if she is about to stab my family’s housekeeper.

“Bella, it’s alright, this is Maggie. She lives here year round.” I gently take the knife away from her and apologize to Maggie.

“Tá brón orainn , Maggie , tá tú ag an ceart , gur cheart a bheith ar a dtugtar , ach bhí sé déanach. Ní raibh muid i gceist a osclaíonn tú .”

{Sorry, Maggie, you are right, I should have called, but it was late. We didn't mean to wake you.}

“Nonsense, at least let me clean up.” She nods towards the mess on the counter as she walks over and grabs a couple of plates to put the sandwiches Bella made on. Maggie looks up at me and puts her hand on my cheek, “You look tired Little E, eat, and go get some rest, I shall clean up for you. It is so late.”

Bella giggles and I glance over at her wondering what in the hell is so damn funny.

“She calls you Little E?”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Yeah, there are two of us remember, and yes she calls my father Big E.” I shake my head and grab my plate and start to pile it into my mouth.

“I am Maggie, welcome to the Masen’s home, if there is anything I can get you, please ask.”

With a mouth full of bread I manage an introduction, “Maggie this is Bella Swan, Bella this is Maggie.”

“Please to meet you, sorry about the knife...I didn’t know anyone else was here.”

“No worries child. You are quick on your toes. No harm no foul.” She pats Bella’s cheek and continues to clean up. I love this woman. She has been with us for years, but it has been a while since I have been here.

After we eat and grab a drink, I lead her upstairs to a guest room.  “You can stay in here, you have your own bathroom in here, I will be right back.” I head down to my room and go for my drawers and find a clean t-shirt that she can sleep in. I take it back and hand it to her. “It is all I have for right now, we can pick up our luggage tomorrow, but you are welcome to sleep in this if you want.” I turn to leave but she calls out to me.

“Masen?”

I turn and face her, “Yeah?”

“Why didn’t we go to Sienna’s?”

“Do you really think I would sleep in a stranger’s house being who I am?”

She is thinking about it, but I don’t stick around to wait for a response, as I turn around and head down to my bedroom but before I close my door, I hear her call out, “Thanks for the shirt, but I sleep naked,” and the sound of her door closes.

I shake my head and close my door cursing her under my breath.

For the first time since I arrived in Los Angeles, I relax but now I need to head straight into my bathroom take a cold shower.

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