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This is my new story I hope you enjoy. I won't be updating this as regularly but I will defiantly try.
Motherfucker made me drag my ass all the way out to Vegas.
I don't get why some people won't honor the terms of their contract? What exactly is it they don't understand? I lend them money, and they pay it back within the time limit set with interest, or I start breaking legs.
Today, Alec Ba Ducci's time is up. I have given this asswipe enough time to get me my money. He's been given extension after extension, and each time instead of getting my money, all I get is excuse after lame ass excuse. Well no more, I am putting a stop to it today.
My crew and I pull up to the fuckers Vegas pad.
I knock on the door, waiting patiently for him to answer, but he had to know I'm here. There are security cameras covering every surface. I'm not worried he'll try and run; even if he does, I have this whole place surrounded, there is nowhere for him to go.
Finally someone answers; his wife.
"Maria, it's a pleasure to see you," I say, kissing her on the cheek.
"Mr. Mason, what are you doing here?" she asked, obviously not expecting my arrival.
"I had some business to take care of in the area, and thought I'd drop in on my old friend. Please, forgive my intrusion," I tell her as she stares at me. I can practically see her mentally undressing me, fucking slut.
Oh, what the hell, I'll play along. I give her a smile, the one I know makes all the panties come off. It worked, I bet if I check her underwear now she'd be soaked through.
I can't help that I have this effect on women, it's a curse I have to live with every day.
"Of course Mr. Mason, you are more than welcome into our home anytime," she says, licking her lips. "Alec is in his office."
She opens the door wider and steps aside, allowing us room to enter. My men went in first and then me.
Alec's home is huge, and I could tell that the furniture was anything but cheap, the funny thing is he's only had this place for a few months. If he's dirt poor like he claims to be, how the fuck did he afford all of this?
"Maria, beautiful Maria," I say, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "Could you please show us to your husband's office?"
She nodded, I think I rendered her speechless and I let out a soft chuckle as Maria leads the way to Alec. I don't let go of her hand and she seems fine with that, she even opens the door to her husband's office. She doesn't seem to care that I am holding onto her hand at all.
"Mr. Mason," Alec says, jumping out of his seat. His eyes are wild and panicked when he sees us.
"Alec, so good to see you. It's been awhile." I say, still holding onto his wife's hand; and because I can, I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss it again, letting my tongue flick out to lick her skin slightly. I know her eyes will go wild and Maria does not disappoint.
"Maria, go." Alec says to his wife, but I hold her hand firmly.
"Maria, why don't you take a seat," I tell her.
Like the good little obedient whore that she is, she listens to me.
"So, Alec, this is quite a nice place you have here. I'm curious. How much was it?"
He swallows nervously, and keeps looking from Maria to me.
"Umm…one mill, around there," he says with a shaky voice.
"Only one, really? Wow, you got a bargain, this place is a gem," I say throwing my hand up in the air.
"Yes, it was a real bargain I suppose," he says trying to keep his voice calm.
"Isn't that what you owe me?"
"Alec?" Maria says.
"Get the fuck out!" Alec yells at her.
"HEY! That is no way to be talking to such a beautiful lady." I say, running the back of my fingers up and down Maria's face, it does not go unnoticed by either myself or Alec when she leans into my touch. I chuckle, shaking my head because this shit is just too funny, her husband is only feet away, and she does not attempt to hide that she wants me.
"So, old friend, let me ask you again. If you can afford to splash out one mill for this place, then you can afford to pay me back."
"Mr. Mason, it's not that simple."
"I have obligations. My wife, she has expensive taste. It's hard to tell her no. You know what it's like, I'm sure your wife is much the same," Alec stuttered.
"I don't have a wife, and if I did, I can guarantee you she would not be a cock desperate whore like your wife." I said looking down at Maria. "Isn't that right honey, I bet if I take my cock out now you would suck me off right here with your husband watching."
Maria's eyes widened, but she licked her lips, and I found it hard not to laugh.
"You see that Alec, your wife wants to blow me."
"Mr. Mason, please. Maria leave now."
"Oh no, Maria stays right here."
I pushed down on Maria's shoulder, trapping her in her seat.
"Now, my money," I said, playing with strand of Maria's hair.
"I don't have it. Mr. Mason, please," Alec begged.
"Carlisle, search the room," I told one of my men.
He nodded and then started to pull things off of walls, open drawers, and doors. Alec tried to interfere, but Aro and Jasper confined him to his seat.
I kept on twirling Maria's hair and occasionally smiling down at her, the funny thing was that Alec did not even bat a lash in our direction, he was following Carlisle's every move. Motherfucking idiot, I'm about to fuck his wife and he's more interested in what Carlisle is going to find.
"Bingo!" Carlisle sang.
He had pulled apart a portion of the carpet to reveal a safe nestled within the ground.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I said, twisting my head in Alec's direction.
"It's empty, and I don't have a key for it," he said quickly.
"Tsk tsk Alec, do you really think I believe you?"
"I swear, Mr. Mason, I swear." He was sweating bullets.
I turned from Alec to Maria.
"How about you, sweetheart?" I said with a raised brow.
"I didn't know about that, he never tells me anything," she said, sounding as nervous as her piece of shit husband.
I didn't believe a word she said. She was lying, just like her piece of shit husband had been lying to me all these months.
"Aro, Jasper, why don't you help Mr. Ba Ducci find this magic key," I say.
"Mr. Mason, please! The safe was here when we bought the house, I don't have a key. I don't even know what's in it," Alec stuttered.
"Hmm, you can go now," I waved them off dismissively. Aro and Jasper dragged him out of the room.
That left only Carlisle and me alone with his little Misses.
"Well, well, well, it looks like it's going to be just the three of us for a while," I said, playing with a strand of Maria's hair.
"Please, Mr. Mason! Please I'll do anything!"
"Anything, Maria?" I asked.
She nodded, licking her lips.
"What do you think Carlisle? What could she possibly do to get her husband out of the shit he is in?"
"I don't know E, but that mouth of hers looks like she's a good little cock sucker," Carlisle said grabbing her chin roughly. "Undo my pants," he instructed.
I sat back in Alec's chair and watched the little show. Don't get me wrong, I am in no way a rapist but we're going to kill her anyways, and besides that, she is a whore. Oh lord, the stories that I have heard about Maria Ba Ducci would make a porn star blush.
Carlisle whipped his piece out and shoved Maria's thighs apart with it. Maria gasped, although I bet if I put my fingers in between her legs she'll be soaked.
"You fucking bite and I'm gonna push right up your pussy and blow all your insides out."
The fucked up thing about Carlisle is he could say some fucked up shit like that, but he would do it with this look on his face that made the whores purr at his feet.
Maria took Carlisle all the way in, and he was in no way small. I'm bigger, just saying. Carlisle groaned and tugged on her hair, she looked like she was enjoying this too much. I wonder what Alec is going to say when he sees this, his wife with one of my guys cocks shoved so far down her throat I bet he's touching her tonsils.
Ahh... speak of the devil. "Come to join the fun Alec? I hope you bought the key," I said with a smirk.
"Maria!" he yelled.
"Don't you fucking stop, sweetheart." Carlisle, ever the gentleman said. "Fuck Alec, she is such a good fucking cock sucker. Why the fuck do you need those other bitches when the wife's mouth is this good?"
"Alec, open the fucking safe," I say.
"You fucking bastard!" He lunged at me.
Aro grabbed the fucker around the neck and slammed him onto the floor. He took the keys out of his hand and tossed them to me.
I bent down and opened the old as fuck safe.
"You fucking motherfucker!" I said to Alec.
I kneeled down and started pulling out piles and piles of cash, all one hundred dollar bills. To me, it looked like there was fifty grand in each.
"Hey, how much is in each stack?" I asked, but got no answer.
"Hey, fuck face! You think you could take your fucking eyes off your fucking wife sucking a fucking cock and answer my fucking question?"
"Fifty." Alec said. Aro had him on his knees by the throat, forcing him to watch Maria and Carlisle.
"There is enough here to pay back your debt three times over, why the fuck have you been dodging me you piece of shit?" I questioned.
I stood up, leaving the money spread out all over the floor. I went and stood behind Maria, stroking her hair just as Carlisle came down her throat. The fucker that he was, he pulled out and let some smear over her cheeks, lips and down her chin.
I pulled Maria's hair and turned her head around so that she was facing her husband, so he could see what a fucking mess Carlisle had made on her pretty little face.
"Motherfucker, that's my wife! I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm gonna kill you all!" Alec screamed, trying to get out of Aro's tight grip.
"You're gonna fucking kill me? Really? That's rich, Alec, real rich. Oh, but look, you do seem to be quite rich and yet you never repaid me." I took out my gun, I put the cold barrel to Maria's temple and stroked the other side of her face with my hand.
"Take it all now. I'm sorry, I know I messed up. I'm messed up, I'm not right in the head, I don't know why…I'm sorry man, I'm so fucking sorry," Alec pleaded.
"Yeah, you are," I said, and pulled the trigger. Maria's lifeless body fell back onto the chair, her head rolled to one side, blood was dripping out onto the carpet.
For a moment it was silent, the only sound was the drip, drip, dripping of blood, and then Alec let out an almighty scream. I laughed. I laughed my fucking ass off. Seeing him in agony was the highlight of my day. I loved this. I loved seeing them suffer, hearing them scream, it fuels me, it drives me.
"MARIA! MARIA!" Alec screamed over and over.
"You see what happens when you cross me Alec? Do you see what you made me do?" I stalked over to him, bending down to his level. He was crying, tears were streaming down his face as if a fucking flood gate had been opened.
"You're a fucking monster. Why didn't you kill me? Why h...he…her, my Maria, my Maria, Maria," he sobbed.
"What? Do you think you get to walk away?" I spat.
"Fuck you! Kill me already, hurry the fuck up!"
"YOU, barking orders at me?" I said, raising the back of my gun. I struck him on the side of the head.
"Do you know who you're talking to you piece of shit?" I said, standing up and and kicking him in the ribs.
"I know who I'm talking to." Alec said. It seems that knowing there is no way out has made him brave. "I'm talking to a fucking monster."
"I'm a fucking monster?" I laughed bitterly. "You took my money and didn't pay me back, you're the fucking monster. How the fuck am I the monster here?"
"YOU KILLED MY WIFE!" he shouted. I kicked him again, no one yells at me.
"You owe me money," I said with a shrug. It made sense to me.
"I loved her… my Maria." He sobbed, looking past me to Maria's bloody body sitting pretty on the chair.
"Oh, how fucking romantic of you, Alec," Carlisle said behind me.
"Man, can we hurry this up, we're in fucking Vegas, and instead of hitting the strip were chatting up with this fucktard," Jasper said, kicking Alec in the spine.
"Let…me…tell you…some…thing, Mason," Alec said through struggled breaths. "You're going…to meet…someone and love her."
"I don't love anyone Alec."
I didn't love my own mother, but then again there was nothing to love. She was a whore and my father took me from her when I was six.
Alec chuckled softly. "You will, Mason…trust me."
"Is there a point to your little speech, or can I shoot you so I can go get some Vodka?" I asked.
"I hope you watch her die."
Those were Alec's final words.
"Pack all this shit," I barked at my men. "Everything that's in there. Jasper get the cans and dowse this whole place."
When it was all packed, there was four million in cash; three bars of gold, each one was twenty-four carats and a small black pouch containing a handful of diamonds that looked to be about half a carat each.
I lit up a cigarette as we exited the house. All the bags were loaded, and we were all ready to go. I lit up my zippo and threw it behind me. The house caught fire instantly. No alarm would be activated, we had cut all the power, and the place was remote enough that no one would notice a damn thing until the whole place was nothing but rubble.
With a smile on my face, I climbed into the BMW.
"Gentleman, let's party," I said.
Five hours later it was close to midnight, we were at the Level 107 lounge bar dressed up for the night. I had the Armani suit on. This was my kind of place, classy and elegant. Of course we were in the VIP section, Jasper had arranged for the six fine women who were dancing and putting on fuck hot show for us.
I had a redhead on my lap, who kept grinding her ass on my groin. She was pissing me off. There was nothing about her that turned me on. Her hair was fake, her tits were fake, and there was no doubt she was covered in too much make-up and she smelt cheap, hell she looked more than cheap.
I paid her no attention, my eyes wandered around the room until I saw…her. She was young, she couldn't be older than twenty-four, maybe twenty-five. Her hair was long, falling around her in loose chestnut curls. Her eyes shone so fucking bright I could see them from across the room. Her cheeks were pink and she was laughing. Her smile captivated me, drew me in, and pulled me to her.
Without realising, I was already standing up. I had pushed the redhead off of my lap and she was now trying to stand up in those ridiculous heels.
"Ow, baby, that hurt. Help me up," she said holding out her hand.
"Fuck off, bitch," I said, walking away.
What the fuck was wrong with me? It's like my feet had a mind of their own as I made my way to this woman. I felt as if something is pulling me toward her.
She stopped laughing, as did her two friends, and looked up at me when I was finally by her side.
"Good evening, I'm Edward. It's a pleasure to meet you," I said, holding a hand out to her.
"Fuck off, Edward, she's not interested," one of her friends said. A tall blond with a look to kill in her eyes.
"Rose," Bella warns. "I'm sorry, I'm Bella. It's nice to meet you," she said, offering me her hand.
I wrapped my fingers gently around her small hand and brought it up to my lips, placing a kiss on the back of her hand. She had the most innocent reaction, something I don't think I've ever seen in a woman, her face flushed bright pink. It was beautiful and it took my breath away.
"Well, Edward, how gentlemanly of you," her other friend said.
This one was not as vicious as the blond.
Bella giggled, and took her hand back. She reached for her wine glass and downed it all.
"Mind if I join you ladies?" I asked with a smirk. I knew the ladies couldn't say no to me.
"Sure, why the hell not," Bella said, holding her glass up to one of the waitstaff.
"I think you're a little drunk," I tell her, and her friends chuckle. No doubt all three of them are wasted if their red glassy eyes are anything to go by.
"And you're sexy," Bella said.
"Thank you," I replied with a slight laugh. Yes, she was definitely drunk.
"He said thank you," the other friend who remained nameless said.
The waiter came back with a bottle of wine and three shot glasses.
"Goodie!" all three shouted.
They toasted and I watched Bella toss back the shot. I watched as she wrapped her lips around the rim of the glass. I watched as she tilted her head back, and I watched as she swallowed the liquid. I found myself instantly hard. What the fuck is wrong with me? There was nothing slightly erotic about that, in fact it was the opposite. Yet, I could not help my reaction. What the fuck was it about this tiny little thing that made me leave an easy lay just to introduce myself to her?
As the night went on, the drinks kept flowing. My guys had taken their girls and left, and Bella's friends had left us too. How fucking nice of them leaving their incredibly drunk friend alone with a stranger.
We were the only ones left in the bar. It was almost closing time. Bella and I moved to the back, where there was a row of couches all facing down onto the Las Vegas Strip.
Bella surprised the fuck out of me when out of the blue she straddled my lap and started kissing the side of my face. Hey, don't get me fucking wrong, I'm not complaining. She just took me by surprise.
"You're so fucking beautiful, it's not fair," she said in between kisses.
"How the fuck am I beautiful?" I asked. I had given my hands free reign and they were everywhere, exploring her every curve through her black cocktail dress.
"Edward, shut the fuck up and kiss me!" She said.
I grabbed the back of her head roughly and bought her mouth down to mine. I devoured her lips, swallowed her moans, and still wanted more. The taste, her taste, fuck! Nothing could compare to it. I could taste the alcohol on her, but I could taste her sweetness too. It was far more potent and far more addictive than any drug out there. I had to have her, I had to make her mine.
"You wanna get out of here?" I whispered to her.
"Are you gonna fuck me, Edward?" she asked, with lust filled eyes.
"Oh, baby, I am going to do so much more than fuck you."
Fuck, why the fuck is it so bright in here? I groan as I roll over, only for my hand to encounter a body. I open my eyes. Bella. Ahh yes, it is all coming back to me now.
I married her last night, or this morning, or whatever. I was not as drunk as she was. I asked, she said yes and then boom we have a marriage certificate. Okay. Okay, it was an asshole move on my part to take advantage of her like that, but I did say I had to have her and so I took her.
She groaned and slowly opened her eyes. I was leaning over her, she jumped up when she saw me. A move which she instantly regretted as she was now holding onto her head.
"That was not very smart on your part, baby. Why don't you get back in bed?" I question.
"What the hell? How..who…Edward…what?" She was so cute right now, looking all confused.
"Get back in bed, Bella. You have to have a killer headache."
"I don't want to get back in bed. I want my clothes. I want to get out of here," she said, gripping the sheet to her body tightly as she scanned the room for her clothing.
"I said get back in bed, Bella."
Why can't she just listen? Can't she see that I want what's best for her, and I know she has to have a killer headache.
She chose to ignore me, which made me fucking mad. Who the fuck does she think she is? Am I talking to the fucking walls here?
"I am fucking talking to you!" I say a little louder.
"I know, and I told you, I want my clothes and I want…" she stopped mid-sentence when her eyes landed on her left hand, and the rock that sat on her ring finger caught the sun coming in through the large window.
"Now, as I was saying, why don't you be a good little wifey and listen to your husband and get back in bed," I said with a triumphant smile.
"We are…we…you…and me…we…are married?"
Like I said, fucking adorable when she's confused.
"Yeah, baby, or should I say, Mrs. Mason."
"Bella Mason, it has a nice ring to it. Don't you think?" I asked, picking up a pair of shorts and throwing them on.
"We can't do this. I can't do this, we have to get this annulled right now. Get dressed, come on," she said frantically.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and chuckled without humor. I think I liked her better when she was drunk and not whining so much.
"Can't do that."
"What the hell do you mean you can't do that?" she asked, stopping her movements. By now she had found her clothes and was putting them back on.
"I don't believe in divorce," I said with a shrug.
"Well I do."
"Tough, it ain't gonna happen."
"We are going to get this taken care of. We can't do this. We don't even know each other!" she shouted.
That was my fucking last straw. I charged at her, tackled and threw her on the bed. I pinned her down. Our faces were only a few inches apart.
"You better get used to the idea of us, Mrs. Mason, because I will never give you a fucking divorce."
"Don't make me call my daddy, Edward. He carries a badge and a gun, I'm sure he can convince you," she warns.