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Chapter 4 EPOV Burnt skin permeated the air as the cigarette in my hand burned the leathcheann skin. He screamed in agony. Throwing his head back, he almost tipped over the chair he was tied to. "Why the hell were you on my dock?" I grit out between my teeth. I just wanted to be done with this, so I could go and be with my Bella. Bella; she was something else. Mahogany hair cascading down her back, chocolate eyes that pierced your fucking soul. She never did what I expected. When she fucking called me out in Gaelic, I knew I had to have her. And Dia, she was so good; nothing was better than her sweet pussy, except maybe her mouth. She was smart, and she didn't take shit. She handled herself with such confidence; I'd never met a woman like her. The first time in my life I found someone worthy of the title of my wife. Something I could never actually have. I stared at the intruder, sweat pouring out of him, his lip busted and burn marks in...

I slipped the hoodie off, leaving it at the bottom of the stairs and walking up and knocking on her door. Bella flung it open, standing in nothing but a towel. She smirked at my blatant ogling. "Need something, or where you just looking?" Bella stifled a chuckle. I growled, picking her up and walking us to her bedroom. She was as quick to remove my clothes as I was to push aside her towel. I hated condoms, but I knew I wouldn't go anywhere near her pussy without it; she'd told me as much. I slid in, sighing in contentment. It didn't take long for us both to get off and be back in the kitchen. This time she was dressed in just a shirt that said  Forks WA  on it. I'd done a background check on her, but nothing, I mean  nothing  came up. Just her birth certificate, high school diploma, and the papers for the bar. Her father Charlie Swan was listed on her birth papers. There was a record of his birth, and then his death. No properties, no work histo...

Chapter 3 BPOV My hips moved to the rhythm of the beat vibrating the floor of Twilight. Angela was in front of me with her hands rubbing down her body, trying to get the attention of a guy at the bar. I was just dancing to get rid of the anger from last night; I really needed to let go. The alcohol lowered my inhibitions and normally controlling nature. I didn’t usually let loose like this with Angela, hell, I didn’t even dress up like I was. I was in a black flowing mini skirt and black tank top and flats, because I refused to wear heels. For the past three months Edward and I had been having twice a week sexcapades. Little by little we started talking about ourselves; actually, he would ask me about myself and I would answer. He asked about where I grew up, my full name, and how I came to own a bar. I answered all of them without hesitation. But last night I thought, hell, why not ask his last name and what he does for a living. “So you know all these things about me, but I...

Suddenly, a rough hand yanked me away from my dance partners. The electricity that ran up my arm told me exactly who it was. My eyes met with green fury. I looked him over, his sharp jaw line clenched and eyes narrowed at me. I didn’t want to waver even if I really wanted to jump him, or hit him. “You made me spill my drink.” I took a sip of the fruity deliciousness and kept my eyes on his. The pressure increased slightly on my wrist, and I narrowed my eyes on him as a warning. He let go and I walked away to find Angela dancing. I walked up and leaned into her ear. “Are you good, because I’m going to leave.” I all but shouted into her ear to make sure she could hear me over the music.

Chapter 2 BPOV The bar was crazy with customers. It was Saturday night, two weeks since my one-night stand. It has been driving me crazy because I wanted to ride him again. I didn’t need this crap, I berated myself for even wanting another ride. The music flowed from the band, getting everybody up and moving, which meant they’d drink more. Unfortunately, it also tended to mean more roughhousing. That meant I was on the floor watching the customers, so I could keep all the patrons safe. I felt a pair of hands on my hips, the buzz that followed telling me who it was. “Tá tú chomh fucking taibhseach,” he whispered in my ear as he nibbled my earlobe. I found myself leaning into him and enjoying the feeling. “What, you want a repeat performance?” I lowered my voice, hoping it sounded sexy. “Fuck, yes, I do.” His lips moved to the base of my neck. I hissed. “You’ll have to come back when I close up.” I pushed off of him and looked back, giving him a wink that he retur...

We collapsed on my bed; I just felt so spent. Exhaustion took over and my eyes closed. I couldn’t have been sleeping too long, because I woke up to strong arms wrapping around me. I jumped up, grabbing the first thing I could use for a weapon, which was my switch blade. I pressed it to the offending person’s throat. “Fuck!” Edward grit out, trying not to move his Adam’s apple. Pulling the knife away, I closed my eyes. “Sorry, not used to someone in my bed when I wake up.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t know if I should be scared or just fuck you again.”

Chapter 1 BPOV One Year Earlier My manager, Angela, was a few years older than me with dirty blonde hair that she always braided before coming in to work. She’d been with me since the beginning, believing in me when many thought I would fail. She tapped my shoulder while I was stocking the bar. I looked up at her and she tilted her head to the door of my establishment. There stood an unbelievably good-looking man. He strolled in with such confidence it was almost cocky. His hair was unkempt and bronze as the lights hit it. He was wearing a blue suit jacket and pants with a white dress shirt and expensive shoes. As I watched him, I could make out the weapons he was armed with; the men with him were also armed. He just screamed  dangerous  and my panties already needed changing. His eyes met mine as they roamed around the bar. His staring almost put me into a trance. I played ignorant to his display. I didn’t want to be one of those girls that ju...