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Summary: Jasper Whitlock spent his high school years being tormented by Edward Cullen. When their paths cross again years later, could the boy he once hated become the man he loves? Mature themes. For mature audiences only!


After watching the cops pull Jasper out the door, I was beyond furious. I broke plates and a vase that Jasper had bought for me before I realized, then regretted it. However, it was in my path and I wanted to fuck something up. Rose was out of her mind with worry but Dad was keeping her calm.

Immediately, I jump on the phone with my lawyer, Ian Bradford. Ian is a cut throat attorney who stops at nothing to win a case. He has a great team working for him, and I need the expertise of a particular member of that team at the moment.

When Ian answers, I greet him briefly and then start to relay what I want. When I'm through, he promises that Jasper will be out of jail and he won't stop until the offense is expunged from his record. He will also go to the hospital with Jasper and I to meet with the board and defend him just as I had promised my love. I tell him to do whatever he needs to as money is no object. I also tell him that he will be representing my father in his divorce from my mother, and he agrees.

At first, Rosalie was worried, but now she's as angry as I am, and out for blood. Since she witnessed the fight, and even helped me, she wants to rip my mother and Garrett a new one.

"When I catch that son of a bitch…arrgh!" She mumbles beside me. "He makes my brother go to jail after he forces lousy lips on you. Asshole!"

"I know, Rosalie," I say to her. "He's going to pay."

Before I hung up with Ian, he had given me the name and number I needed of a certain associate of his, before deciding to let Mr. J. Jenks, call me.

My leg bounces as I wait on the phone to ring, hoping that it would be Mr. Jenks. Ian had told me that he'd already relayed my request to Jenks.

Waiting is a bitch, but I've got to try and at least be patient. Dad doesn't go back to sleep, and Rosalie just got off the phone with her mom. Someone knocks on the door, and Dad goes to get it.

Alice, Bella, and Emmett appear. All look worried, but Rosalie starts talking, putting their fear to rest.

"Edward already contacted his lawyer, and I want to stick my foot up his mom's ass." We all laugh a little at that.

Dad's cell rings and he pulls it out, mouthing 'Kate', before answering it. Jasper has been getting along really well with her. Kate is a great surgeon, who has really turned into a good friend and colleague to him.

"So what's up, man?" Emmett asks. "Tell me what's happening?" His hand is around Rosalie's shoulder while Alice sits on Bella's knee, looking to me for answers.

"Jasper got arrested for assaulting Garrett," I say to them.

"That fucker pressed charges?" Emmett shouts.


"Since your lawyer is already on it, what's next?" Alice asks. "Do we have your permission to kick your mom's ass?"

"Not before I deal with her," I say. "I'm waiting on a call from a PI. Something is wrong here."

"Fine," Alice says. "Just know that we're here when you're ready."

"Real tempting offer right now."

"Would be a helluva girlfight," Emmett offers, and the girls chuckle.

"What's the call about?" Bella asks, bringing us back on point.

"I'm using my lawyer's PI to check out Garrett Eckert's background."

"I thought you already knew his family?" Rosalie asks.

"I do, but...I don't know. I just want to know something, anything I can use to make him and my mother, back the fuck off and stop this nonsense."

"I think Esme has something on Garrett," Dad says, walking back into the room. We all look at him.

"What makes you say that?" I ask.

"When he showed up at the house for that dinner with us, he looked like he didn't want to be there. I found them in the foyer at one point before you arrived, arguing," Dad says.

"Why didn't you say this before?"

"It didn't mean anything to me until now," Dad says. "I'm thinking about the pattern ad how he's so insistence on dating you. Garrett has been out of the closet since a young age, so act so insecure around your mother?"

"You think she's blackmailing him," Emmett inquires.

"I think so," Dad says to him.

"Did you hear what it was about?" Rosalie asks him.

"No, that's the unfortunate part, I didn't," he says. "But it looked intense. She was pissed off by whatever Garrett said to her. She even snapped at me, and when I asked what was wrong, she stormed off."

Just as Dad says that, my cell rang.


"Hello, may I speak with Mr. Cullen?" The man on the other end says.

"Yes, this is Mr. Cullen."

"Hello, Sir, this is Jenks."

"Good. What do you have for me?" I want to be more pleasant, but this is an emergency.

"Well, Sir, Mr. Bradford said you'd like information on Mr. Eckert and I think you should know that Mr. Eckert is deep in debt, and was being sued by his family for squandering the business' funds on certain extracurricular activities." Hearing that sparks my interest.

"What activities?"

"Well, it seems Mr. Eckert was spending the money on male hookers, escort services and he even has a drug dealer on tap," Mr. Jenks says.

"Jenks, I want you to tell me something."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Was Mr. Eckert's debt to the business paid?"

"Yes sir, it was," Mr. Jenks says, almost sealing the deal for me.

"Mr. Jenks, tell me something else..." Dad comes to sit on the coffee table facing me. Our eyes lock as I continue the question. "Did the money to pay off Mr. Eckert's loan come from the Cullen foundation?"

"Well, yes sir, it did," Mr. Jenks says.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Jenks."

"Yes, Mr. Cullen," he says and we disconnect the call.

"What?" Almost everyone besides my dad says. I want to answer, but I can't. I spring up from the couch and head straight for my shoes and jacket. I pocket my phone, my keys and my wallet. I thrust the door open and walk out.

Dad runs after me shouting, "Edward! Edward! Stop!" I vaguely heard Alice telling my dad to go with me as the elevator opened and I get on. Dad gets on with me, and we ride the elevator downstairs together.

"Edward..." he starts.

"I love you, Dad and I really want to try and repair what we have. I loved how fucking good it felt not to be angry at you this morning," I say. "But right now, I beg you, don't." I warn him. I'm dead serious and seeing red.

I'm off the elevator as soon as it opens. Dad is close behind me. I dial my phone while chirping the alarm on my car. Dad steps up to my side of the car.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't want you speeding and killing us before we get there," he says simply. "Now, give me the keys."

I look at him, his eyes glaring into mine, showing me that he means business. "Fine." I tell him, calling my lawyer after giving Dad the keys. Ian comes on the line as Dad drives out. I tell Ian to meet me down at the police station. However, I have to make a stop first.

Dad says that I would've killed us; yet, he's bucking and weaving through traffic like a mad man.

"I would've killed us?" I ask, incredulously.

"I know you want to get there as soon as possible," he says. "And I want to hear what she has to say too. It's our money, son. It's Cullen money and she's using it at her disposal like it's pocket change. It was only accessible to her through our marriage and the fact that she works on the board of the foundation. That doesn't bode well with me, Edward."

Dad sounds furious. It makes me wonder if it's a good idea for him to see my mother like this. Even though, I'm pissed, I'll have to keep an eye on him as well.

We pull to a stop in front of the house, and Dad is out of the car before me. He stomps his way up the steps and slams the door open. It's odd seeing him like this. He was always so calm. To see my father this disheveled and angry makes my own rage rise.

I follow him into the house. The housekeeper meets us in the foyer, but Dad dismisses her before she can say whatever trivial thing my mother has told her to say to us.

"Esme!" Dad shouts. "I know you're here!"

We're beyond pissed, but my mother must find this funny, because she steps into the foyer, all smiles.

"What are you two doing here?" She turns to the maid and screeches, "I thought I told you not to let these two trespassers in!"

Trespassers, oh hell no!

"Who the hell are you calling trespassers?!"

"Edward," Dad says in warning tone. I thought he was all for this, what has changed? I'm about to ask him, but when I meet Dad's eyes, I think otherwise. They're bloodshot, and glaring at my mother.

"How dare you?" he yells.

"Excuse me?" She sneers, though her posture shows nothing but snotty attitude. She isn't afraid of his tone.

"You used the money for charities to do your dirty work?" he asks.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Her blatant disregard as she stands there with her hands folded across her chest in defiance.

"You don't know what we're talking about?" I say, stepping in. I have no time for her and her shit.

"Edward, I don't know what you're talkin..."

"Shut up!" She jumps at my voice, and the moment Garrett bends the corner, more fuel is added to the fire. I want to be angry. I want smash his face in, but I digress, I have a better way of handling these two. Anger and irrationality will get me nowhere.

Well, not at this moment.

Dad, however, isn't having it. The moment he sees Garrett, he loses it. "You! Get out of my house!"

Garrett smirks at Dad, and Dad takes a step forward, but I grab a hold of him.

"Your house?" Mother sneers. "Oh please, this is..."

"Our house," I counter, motioning between myself and Dad. "We are the Cullens."

"Really?" she scoffs.

"Yes! Really!" Dad shouts, "And I can't wait to divorce you. God, what was wrong with me? I thought you were different. Seriously, Esme, this far? It needs to go this far?"

"Let's end the bullshit," I intervene, saying. I don't have time for this and I don't want to be here anymore. I want to be at the police station when Jasper walks out. "Now, I told you before, Mother, you're dealing with me, and this is how it's going to go."

I walk up to her, towering over her while my dad tries to calm down. "I want the money placed back in the Cullen fund before tomorrow at 2pm."

"What money?" She laughs. "Honestly, sweetie, you've been hanging around your father too much. You're paranoid."

I smile at her. "The money you used to pay off Garrett's debt."

She looks baffled, but I don't stop. "Now, I don't care which one of you puts it back," I say, looking between her and Garrett. "I just know it better be in the Cullen fund tomorrow by two o' clock, or else."

"Or else what?" she has the audacity to say.

"Or else you'll be out on your ass, Mother." She's speechless. Not one retort flies from her mouth.

"Well, Edward," Garrett starts, drawing closer.

"Don't." I sneer at him. "You will drop the charges."

"Oh, so your little Rottweiler boyfriend can attack me and get away with it? I don't think so." The smirk on his face is definitely worth the punch I want to deliver, but I refrain because this way is sweeter.

"Do you remember what I said last night?"

"About what?"

I laugh. "You press charges against my boyfriend and I'll see you for sexual harassment."

"Edward!" Esme yells. "How dare you threaten Garrett. That little trailer trash..."

"Shut up, Esme!" Dad shouts, making her jump as I snap my eyes to her.

Looking back at Garrett, I'm all smiles. "Now, according to my lawyer, who I spoke with this morning, we have enough to make a case and I'm thinking since you threatened my relationship with Jasper by trying to sabotage it, I feel a little..."

"Stressed," Dad offers.

"Yes, I do." Looking back at Dad, I can see the smirk on his face. "It was devastating for a minute there. I didn't know if Jasper would forgive me. I think it's distressing. Emotional distress, that's what."

"Hmm! that can also be added to your lawsuit," Dad says.

"Yes, it can," I reply. "And I'm thinking maybe 60 million would be sufficed to...help me."

Garrett looks like someone who's about to be put to death. So I go on, "I think it would be enough, don't you think, Garrett?"

"What do you want?" he says in a defeated tone.

"Garrett!" My mother yells, hitting him on the arm. "No."

"Simple, drop this..." I motion between him, myself and Mother. "This shit isn't worth your career and the respect of your family." He looks like he's breaking, so I continue, "I know what happened. I know what you did, and it doesn't matter to me. All I want is our money back. It wasn't hers to use for this." He looks broken, but not convinced. "However, if you don't drop this, then see you in court. I'm sure your father would love the press this case will cause."

Glancing at Dad, I say, "Come on, Dad."

He doesn't answer. He simply follows me to the door. With my hand on the knob, I turn and say something else. "Esme, you have until 2 pm tomorrow, or else you'll be searching for a new place to live by 3 pm. This house belongs to the Cullens which you will not be anymore very soon. So I suggest you work quickly. That money better be in the account by the time I check it tomorrow." Turning my attention to Garrett, I say, "And the charges against Jasper better be dropped by the time I walk out of here."

"See you in court, Esme," Dad says, walking out ahead of me.

We're quiet all the way back. I drop Dad off at his place and head straight to the police station. I'm amazed at my dad's reaction. It was refreshing to see Dad standing up for something, and fighting against the foolishness Mom is trying to do.

I can only hope that my threat to her is enough to quiet her rubbish. I'm a grown man and I have no intention of returning to be whatever she's deluded herself in believing I was.

The past is the past. I've moved forward, why can't she?

However, none of that matters when I walk into the station. My lawyer greets with the news that Jasper's charges were dropped, and the fight has now been squashed down to a simply misunderstanding. I thank Ian for his services, and we promise to meet up for Jasper's hearing with the board the day after tomorrow.

I should be worried about how that will go, but I'm not. If Esme is taking me seriously, she'll make Charles Manning back off.

However, the minute Jasper walks out, meeting Ian and me at the front desk, I forget everything. My heart leaps with joy as his face lights up. We and Ian walk out together. Ian advises Jasper on what to probably expect at the hearing, but the fact that the charges have been dropped, is a very good thing.

We part ways, and as soon as Jasper and I climb into my car, we're all over each other. "I missed you."

His lips crash to mine, hungrily. "What did you do?" he whispers against my lips, nibbling on the bottom one.

"Worked miracles, got my boyfriend sprung from the slammer."

Jasper kisses me harder with that. "Why?" he mumbles against my lips with a chuckle.

"Because I'm in love with you and nothing is going to stand in our way."

"God, I love you," he says, roughly pulling my lips back to his.

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