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A/N: Here's part 1 of 3 series of Chopward: Stuck in Jail. Yeah, that's the name. What? *winky face because FFN distorts all my emoticons* I worked really hard on this outtake. He's not an easy voice to get talking. At any rate, I hope you like it—and just so you know, I'll be posting the sequel Friday, July 26th…EXCITE! Take care, and see ya soon!
Thanks, Brina…I love ya!
**This piece of fiction hasn't been beta. All the mistakes are mine**
She distracted me. That's the problem. All the blood supply in my brain would drain from my head, depleting it of oxygen, and move down south, making me intellectually inept.
Yes, I was a fucking moron around Bella. There was no point in denying it.
I spent all my time watching her instead of paying attention to our surroundings. First rule was broken again and again, fucking disregarded by me—and I was a stickler for rules. They kept my sorry ass out of jail…but now what? I'm giving up all my sanity and common sense to be with her?
Was that even a fucking question?
It wasn't like I didn't try to stop this obsessive, compulsive, irate lunacy that drove me to such lengths. I did, numerous times, but simply detaching myself from her wasn't easy.
Bella existed. She breathed. I fucking listened.
Even now the smallest shift she made in that creaky-ass chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs, had me fixated—and those legs, man…fuck me, they were soft and begged to be touched. There wasn't anything stopping me from taking my fingers and plunging them into her pussy but a flimsy pair of panties and some curious onlookers up at the front counters.
All I wanted to do was yank that dress up and take her sweet ass right here on this desk, but the coke kept me flaccid and well-behaved. It was partly the reason why I suggested snorting it. I needed something to keep my head in the game and out from between my girl's legs.
It worked like a fucking charm.
The only downside of the drug was far lasting and a bit of an inconvenience. I'd be useless to her for the next four long, horrible and painful hours, suffering from blue balls and a limp dick. But I was a resourceful motherfucker, always have been, and still had full range and motion of my tongue.
How many licks does it take to get to the center of my girl's tootsie roll pop?
Only five more minutes—three hundred seconds of pure hell, and then we're out of here. That's all. I could be a good boy for that long. I've done harder time…
"What are you grinning about?" she asked, grabbing my chin, forcing my eyes away from her breasts and back up to her face.
…but then again, this was Bella we were talking about and a minute without feeling her was considered hard time. I promised myself—and her—the very second we were out of this bank, I was going to finger-fuck the shit out of her until my God damn hand cramps up.
"If you could hear the lewd thoughts that were going through my head, baby…" leaning across the short gap of our chairs, continuing to break every fucking rule, I put my mouth at the base of her ear. My tongue slipped out. Damn, she tasted like whipped vanilla. It drove me nuts, "…you'd be blushing right now."
She sucked in a breath. "You're not playing fair."
Closing my eyes, I skimmed my knuckles along the outer side of her left leg and imagined how wet she was for me. "Do I ever?"
"No," she whispered, tilting her head to the side and giving me better access to her neck.
I wasn't up her dress, my hand teetering on the bottom edge, and my mouth was barely grazing the softness of her skin, innocent by all accounts, but my thoughts were raunchy as fuck. The images of her legs over my shoulders as I banged her were loud and vivid in my head. I didn't even hear the fuckers walk up.
"Pardon us, Mr. Wallis."
Suppressing a groan, I dragged myself away from my girl and focused all of my limited attention back up at them. "Yes?"
"You're all set," one asshole said, straining all his arm muscles to heave up two duffel bags filled with cash. He grunted and dropped them down on the desk with a thud. The exertion of going against gravity had taken it out of him. What a fucking pussy.
Nodding, I sat forward in the chair and grabbed one of the bags, yanking it across the table. Everybody watched as I unzipped it and spread that shit wide open, displaying countless stacks of twenty dollar bills.
"Well," I said, closing the bag, "everything seems to be in order." I peered up and noticed the two assholes sharing a look—one I didn't fucking like. High-strung, and on the verge of a paranoia with a painful ache in my balls, I was not in the fucking mood for their sly banker bullshit. They were lucky my gun was under Charlotte's lockdown. I rubbed my eyebrow and tried my best to hide the irritation in my voice, but it came out curt. "Is there a problem?"
"No, of course not, Mr. Wallis, everything is as you requested," the lesser asshole on the totem pole answered. "We're just thinking maybe you would prefer to go into a private room and count it."
"It's a lot of money," the other one added. "Miscounts can happen and we want to ensure that you're a satisfied customer."
This was the third time they suggested taking us to a separate room with only one escape route. It was a courtesy of the bank to ensure their VIP clients with the upmost privacy, and I didn't think they were trying to trap us, but the clock was ticking. I couldn't just fucking relax and take the extra time to make sure all the money was accounted for. I've got five more banks to hit today.
Besides, we were stealing it. What the fuck did I care if they skimmed a measly million off the top? The sooner we got out of this place the better.
"No, that's not necessary." I was to my feet, taking possession of duffel bags. "We're in a hurry."
"Understood. We just wanted to thank you for your business, and we hope that you and your wife will choose to bank with us in the future," the asshole blathered on, sweat rolling down the side of his forehead as he shot a hand out to me.
"Sure, why not?" I smirked, grasping his cordial gesture and squeezing the hell out of it. He winced and pulled it back. I got sick satisfaction out of his pain. "We'll keep in touch."
"Please do," he said, and then slipped me his business card.
Not even bothering to glance down at it, I stuffed the white cardboard into my pocket and crumpled it up into a tight ball. This man didn't want to see me again.
"Thank you so much for your time, Mr. Jenks and Mr. Stanley," Bella said, and stood up from her seat. She was polite and lady-like, but it was her killer smile that broke the men.
The poor bastards were fumbling idiots after that, tripping over their words and sweating her affect. It was ridiculous. And I was cool at first, even found the shit funny, but like always, I turn and get possessive.
And yeah, yeah, I get it. I'm not fucking blind. Bella was an attractive girl—shit, man, who was I kidding? She was gorgeous. If I couldn't stop looking, I knew other men were going to have difficulty keeping their God damned eyes off her. They were going to want her. They were going to fantasize about her.
I knew that.
I understood it…to an extent.
I just didn't like it.
Bella owned me. I couldn't lose her to anyone or anything, and that fear made me stupid with jealousy. I never think, not now, not ever. My violent impulses were too strong. Once I'm set into motion, there was no stopping me.
I've killed motherfuckers in the past for treading on my territory: Jake and his crew, the hotel clerk, Caius by default, and then these two were going to be next if they didn't stop staring at her like she was something to eat.
And because I couldn't chew the fuck out of my lip ring, I sucked my cheek in between my teeth and bit down. I tasted the salty, metallic of my blood. Pain was good, anything to divert me from committing murder.
They haven't crossed the line with her, I kept telling myself.
Then as if it was put into slow-mo to fucking torture me, Bella turned around and reached over for her purse on the chair. The dress hiked up in the back, showing the smooth, creamy pale skin of her thighs, and those asshole's eyes zeroed in so hard on her ass.
That's when I saw nothing but red.
Every muscle tightened and recoiled. The skin prickled, itching and uncomfortable, with an intense fire. My head throbbed and vision skewed and blurred, unable to see beyond the anger and jealousy.
I'm gonna fucking kill em'!
All I needed was both of my hands. Strangling the life out of a couple douches took some effort and focused strength. I could feel the fucking blood in their veins, pulsating and ceasing, under my fingertips. I wanted them gone, dead, fucking perished from this earth. I moved to do so...then she fucking happened.
"Shall we go?" Bella slipped her hand under my blazer and gripped my dress shirt to remind me that she was there.
It stopped me damn near instantly. I shot a blinking, unsure gaze at her, shocked that she could plow through all my fucking jealousy bullshit and distract me from murdering these two fuck-heads. She was the difference. Her touch with a slight smile and knowing brown eyes was all it took to absolve me from my murderous rage.
"Right, of course." Readjusting my grip on the duffel bags, I gave those two pricks a firm nod and spoke through my clenched teeth."Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure doing business with you."
I lied better than I told the truth.
They'll live the rest of their lives never knowing how close they came to death today. I would've killed them without a second thought. Taking a human life didn't bother me. It never really did. I've known that about myself since I was six.
Kid was the one who changed that. She breathed a soul into the devil who resided inside and gave him a conscience—but only when it suited her. All the other times, she was an enabler. She liked to tease and coax that fucker to come out and play, because she was a killer. I've seen it in her eyes and behind every blushing smile. It grows and matures, intensifying and darkening as the days go on. She didn't know this...not completely. I think she still believed she was doing all of these things out of her love for me.
It wasn't true.
She was way too stubborn and opinionated to be swayed by anything I fucking say or do. How many times had she proven that?
But when she does realize this about herself, fully fucking embraces that shit, she's gonna be deadly. And I'll be right there waiting with a welcoming smile, encouraging and goading her to lie, steal, cheat, and above all, kill.
Damn, what a turn-on.
If my cock was able, I'd be hard and dry humping the shit out of my girl's leg right now.
Shit, man, I'm a sick fucking bastard.
I shook my head to clear out all these twisted and sinister thoughts. The coke had a way making the mind wonder, and I couldn't afford to be further distracted.
Focus on the here and now, dumbass.
A soft sigh to my left caught my attention.
Bella...yes, she was in the here and now.
There was this need to have her close; otherwise, I'm just uneasy and agitated. Mexico taught me that. After I came back, it became a rule to be within an inch distance of her at all times...unless; there were circumstances beyond my control that separated us. Then it was all about duration. No longer than an hour.
This rule I liked and had no problems following.
I bent down and bumped shoulders with her. "Easy peasy, Kid, what did I tell you?"
"It's a little early to be getting cocky, Cullen," she said, and wrapped her arm around mine and shortened the inch gap into nothing.
I didn't know what to say to that. She was right; it was far too soon to be getting cocky.
So I said this instead. "Good point."
The smugness on her face was priceless. That was Kid for ya, always calling me out on my shit.
That's what attracted me to her. She was without a doubt strait-jacket crazy, but I got off on it. She challenged me with her rapid moods and kept me on my toes. It was like dating a God damned amusement park. She was up and down, spinning me around and around. Nothing was boring when it came to her.
Man…I just love the girl.
I grinned down at her like a fucking cheese ball, and she smiled back, gripping me tighter and matching my step. The rain was pouring down now, and the small building was filled with the sound of heavy rain drops on the roof. It blocked everything out. It gave me a false sense of security, and I let myself relax.
Another rule of mine broken… "Never let your guard down."
"Wait, hold on! Don't leave!"
I froze. The coke-induced paranoia kicked in and my mind raced, trying to come up with reasons why this fucking douche was flagging us down. Did he become suspicious when I refused his offer to count the money? What if this was a stalling tactic to keep us from leaving. That meant he knew we were frauds.
Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuck!
"Shit," Bella said under her breath and clutched on to my arm.
I closed my eyes and listened to rapid beating of her heart. I'd come accustomed to the beautiful and distinct sound for some time now. It represented my life. As long as she was close enough for me to hear it, I was able to live.
Here we go, Kid...
We turned around on our heel to face the fucker head on.
It was the bottom totem pole asshole, running and waving my phone in the air. "You forgot this."
He's returning my phone…?
Thank fuck. It was a relief, and I let the air in my lungs go. God, I expected the worst, but ended up feeling like the world's dumbest criminal. What the fuck happened to me? How in the hell did I forget my phone? The one thing that kept me connected to Peter. He's our fucking lookout, for Christ's sake.
Man, I was slipping—and that made me nervous, because what else have I missed?
Setting the bags down, I snatched it out of his hand. "Thanks, man."
"Not a problem," he said, wheezing, bending over to catch his breath. "I would have missed it under all the paperwork on my desk if it wasn't ringing off the hook. Someone sure wants to get a hold of you."
Only Peter had the number to this phone—and there were twelve missed calls!
God fucking damn it!
I glanced down at Bella and met her wide eyes. She knew. Fuck me. She knew.
It buzzed again in my palm. "Business," I said, flipping the phone open. "If you'll excuse me…"
The prick said something, but all I could here was Peter shouting over a loud whine of an engine. "Edward! Hello? Are you fucking there?"
I waited for the douche to be on the other side of the room before attending to my business…or was I just fucking stalling?
"Peter, what's wrong?" It was an ignorant thing to ask. I knew why he was calling, but still knowing this, I grabbed the bags and walked out the door.
"It's over, man…"
Through the rain and chaos, I could see what he was talking about.
"Oh, shit." I closed my eyes as the walls imploded and collapsed on top of me.
"…the cops already got the place surrounded."
He was wrong, they weren't cops. Nothing that small time for two known outlaws. No, it was the FBI that descended upon this quaint bank in the suburbs of Chicago with their guns raised.
There was no way of escaping something this big. We were unarmed with nowhere to go. We were done. The joyride was over. How did I fuck this up?
Right, asshole. Nothing was easy. I should've known better. I was mentally kicking myself in the ass for being so God damn cocky. My girl's life was now ruined because of me.
"Freeze! Don't you fucking move! Drop the bags!" A Fed to Bella's left shouted into her ear.
They were everywhere I looked, but this guy was aggressive and careless, running ahead of his squad. He was a rookie; I could tell by the way he held his gun, hands shaky and uncoordinated. No balls or glory behind the steel. What scared the fuck out of me was this inexperienced asshole was putting that shit at my girl's head. I checked out the safety. It was off. Fuck me! He had his fucking finger on the trigger...one false slip and bang.
No, no, NO!
"Okay, all right, just..." I put the bags down but never took my eyes off his piece."Take it easy."
He snapped his eyes and the gun towards me. Good, keep your aim on me and off my Bella. If it misfires or the Fed gets spooked for some stupid reason, it'll hit me and not her.
Not her, God...please, never her.
"Both of you, hands on your head! NOW!" He yelled and advanced forward with jerky and stiff legs. There was anxiety dripping from his brow, eyes searching for weapons. There was just my phone, tightly gripped in my hand, and he wasn't getting that.
The flip phone crushed under the pressure of my fist as I squeezed it. The jagged plastics pieces stabbing into my palm, breaking the skin and hurting like a bitch, but it was destroyed. That's what mattered. I dropped the remaining remnants to the ground and put my hands behind my head.
They would get the memory card out of the demolished phone and reconfigure it or some shit, but there was nothing to tell. No numbers or messages. Nada. All they were gonna to find was a picture of a sleeping Bella, semi-naked and fully beautiful…fuck!
I was going to miss that one. It was my favorite.
The rookie Fed kicked the phone fragments to the side with his foot. "Turn around and face the wall."
Compliance wasn't a choice.
Turning around, I leaned my forehead against the building and listened to Bella's pounding heart.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
It reminded how big of a failure I was to her.
"Sorry, baby." I was ashamed, and like a straight-up chicken shit, I didn't look at her when I said this. I couldn't bear to see the hate in her eyes. I couldn't blame her for hating me. I fucking do.
"Me too," she whispered back.
And that...well, damn, it made me feel like a bigger piece of shit. What in the fuck did she have to apologize for? Loving me was the only mistake she made in life.
"Shut up!" the cop shouted at Bella, but was smart enough to fucking handcuff me. I'd get myself killed by attacking the asshole, but I might be able to snap his twiggy-ass neck before anyone caught on…two to three bullets to the chest didn't kill right away. There was time.
Bella whimpered in pain as she was cuffed, and I was fucking pissed. Why do these fuckers insist on putting them on so tight? She was a small girl, fucking fragile. Stupid assholes…fuck!
There wasn't shit I could do about it, but watch.
They patted down us down and found our fake IDs. No guns or ski-masks were stashed in our pants. This wasn't robbery, just a simple bank withdrawal. They shouldn't be here. It made me wonder who called them. I didn't think it was the Senator. He had just as much to lose as we did. This was fucking insane. It didn't make any sense.
"You have a right to remain silent..."
Yadda, yadda, yadda.
It went through one ear and out the other with me. I've had my rights read to me many times and heard it all before. It was the same fucking bullshit.
"Let's go, bitch," a Fed said, huge motherfucker, grabbing my arms and jerking me away from the wall.
There were two SUVs parked down by the curb with their engines running and doors propped open. They were going to separate us. No— fuck! I hadn't prepped her yet. We talked about what we would do if we got caught once or twice in the past, but those during those sessions we were high, and I couldn't keep my God damn mouth off hers. Did she get it? Christ! I didn't know.
"Don't you fucking tell them anything, all right?" I was yelling over the confusion, but she heard me and nodded in understanding to my instructions. "Nothing! Do you got me?"
"I got you!" she yelled back at me, the feds dragging her further and further away from me.
She trusted me, even now, and I didn't deserve it. I should've left her the day she came into my life…but who would protect her then? I kept her safe—No; I did this to us—to her! It's my fault. I was a piece of shit and a fucking parasite in my girl's life. She was worthy of so much more than me or anything in this toxic world of mine.
My selfish needs and poisonous love sent her to jail.
They were hauling me away too quickly. The sound of her thumping heart fading as the distance grew wider, it made everything real. I wasn't going to fucking see her again. This was the last time. No. Fuck. I wasn't ready. I fought to stretch out my minutes with her.
"Bella..." I cried, frantic and desperate, searching through the crowd of men, but I couldn't find her. It scared me. I'd missed my chance. Fuck! Shit! I'd given up until an asshole moved his big head and opened a large path to her. I locked into those eyes, so striking in their beauty. She smiled at me, already reading my mind, and I knew right then she'd forgive me. I shouted out the only thing I'd never apologize for. "I fucking love you."
They tossed me into the SUV and closed the door. She was gone. I'll never know if she heard me. Distance and time was growing by the second. My last and final rule was broken, and I only had myself to blame.
How could I've been so arrogant? All this time on the run, I didn't think anyone could touch us. We were invincible. Right…fucking idiot.
If I'd known beforehand, things would've turned out differently. That's what my deluded mind filled with regret and wishful madness kept telling me.
If I'd only known, I would've done something to save the only part of my life that mattered. I would've fucking protected her from them. She wouldn't be in this fucking mess…but I can still fix this.
It wasn't too late. Bella doesn't have to waste her life in prison. I didn't care what I had to fucking do. I refused to let that happen to her. She was too good for that shit. My girl was going to lead a full and happy life on the outside.
I was going to make damn sure of that.
This was my plan B.