Eala Chapter 8

Chapter 8
BPOV

Mo ghrá thú, leanbh

That was the only text I'd gotten in the last two weeks. It hurt, but I knew it was necessary. It must've been too risky to come see me.

I wanted to argue with him so much to prove that I was capable of taking care of myself, for him to let me be part of his family. But I knew what would happen; the same thing that happened each time I brought it up over the last year. He would shut down the conversation by telling me I'm worth too much to him.

I kept myself occupied by working harder at the bar, and I had three months of bands lined up to show for it, not to mention my bar had never looked cleaner. I turned to working out and shooting daily instead of a few times a week to keep my mind off the fact I had no idea when I would see Edward again.

The small amount of spare time I did have was spent helping Angela pack up her apartment and move it all to suit man's place. We were making a trip to their new apartment when she grew exasperated with my nickname for him.

"Say his name with me, Bella. Ben. You can even say Benjamin." She grabbed a box out of her trunk.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing a box for myself. "Does it matter? He isn't here, is he?"

"Yes, he took the day off to help me unpack."

She was so goddamn happy that I couldn't even rain on it, even though I wanted to. I wondered if he knew anything. Maybe he knew where Edward was and when he might get free. I shook my head of those thoughts, knowing it wouldn't get me anywhere good.

The place she was moving into was super nice, with high security, of course. I would expect nothing less, considering suit man handles the Cullen family money.

The door opened, and suit man was in sweats and a t-shirt. "Well, shit," I chuckled quietly.

His eyes dropped to the floor upon seeing me. It must be a respect thing. "Hello, Bella."

"Ben-ji-men." I over pronounced his name, giving the bitch brow to Angela.

The door shut behind us, and there in the living room was my dathúil. "Edward!" I dropped the box and ran over, wrapping myself around him.

He embraced me fiercely, and I felt him take a deep breath. "I don't have long; I'll see you two weeks from today."

I put some space between us. I knew deep down, that this was it. I grabbed his face and smashed it to mine, kissing him with everything I had.

"I have to go, leanbh. I used Benjamin as an excuse to get away for a bit." He rested his forehead on mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the ring I gave him.

"What does your dad say about that ring?" I happily asked.

He snorted. "He's trying to figure out who you are, but I'll take it to my grave."

The thought of his heart no longer beating caused mine to stop. "Don't talk like that," I cried, pain evident in my voice.

He kissed me gently on the lips. "Mo ghrá thú."

"Mo ghrá thú freisin," I replied in kind.

He left after that, and I continued helping Angela move. Ben kept his eyes on Angela or the floor. I began to believe it was because I was his boss's girl. Angela was the greatest friend I could ever ask for; she didn't mention a thing about Edward's visit. When she was completely moved, I went home and showered and plopped down on the couch to rest for a few minutes.

It seemed like hours had gone by listening to my dad get beat on, listening to them tear apart the only home I had ever known. And I couldn't do anything to stop it; I couldn't even cry.

My muscles ached from sitting in the same position for at least seven hours. Seven hours.

"You are good, I can understand why my sister loved you," the ponytailed man told my dad. Dad snorted.
"Kill him, at least it dies with him."

"Yeah, I'll die, la morte non mi fermerà," he spit in Italian.

The next sound I heard forced me to bite my fist to hold in the sob.

I woke in a cold sweat. I hadn't had a dream like that in a while. For the first time in a long time, I wished I had someone to hold me.

~Eala~

Through two weeks of hell, he managed a text or two a day. Finally, a few hours ago, he told me that he would be here at one.

It hadn't been easy. After a year, I'd gotten used to seeing him at least twice a week. It might have been an hour here or there, but it was something. Not seeing him at all for weeks at a time hurt. I never thought I could love someone the way I loved him.

I paced my kitchen, trying to decide if I should make something to eat or just jump him. I raked my fingers through my hair; my nerves were shot. I was trying to stay optimistic about the situation, but I knew the near miss last month put Edward in a state of high alert. God only knew what the sweepers had found, or how much more danger he was in now.

My head told me this would be the last time; my heart screamed no.

I didn't realize through my pacing and overthinking that it was already one o'clock until I heard the door open.

He walked in, and his stance and eyes said it all.

I lunged for him; our lips crashed so hard our teeth bumped. He clawed away at my clothes, and I ripped his off.

"I've missed you, grá," he growled as he nipped at my collar bone.

"I've missed you, too, dathúil," I cried as I unbuckled his pants.

Only a heartbeat later he had me up against the door, thrusting hard into me as I clawed at his back. I couldn't get close enough to him. It didn't take either of us long to reach an orgasm after being apart for so long. Edward didn't let me go after he pulled out, instead keeping his hands firmly on my ass and walking us to my room.

His eyes were focused on my face as he laid me down on the middle of the bed. My hands brushed through his hair and then down to trace his chin, finally cupping his cheek and kissing him slowly, but full of passion.
We broke apart, panting, his hands roaming my sides.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, Bella." His voice broke my heart.

I could feel tears building in my eyes. "It's okay, Edward, I love you, and we knew this wasn't going to last forever."

He kissed me hard before slipping inside me, going ever so slowly.

~Eala~

Our moans and grunts echo in my quiet apartment. I can smell sex permeating the air, making me on edge as he pumps in and out of me. Our skin is slapping, the noise mixing in with our praises. My body rocks with the fourth orgasm of the night. I look up to see his face begin to scrunch up; I know he is about to follow me into bliss.

"Bella." He presses his forehead to mine as he stiffens on top of me.

A year, a year and the chemistry is still unbelievable.

I remember how cocky he was when he first walked into my bar. He walked into my bar, and goddamn if he wasn't the most handsome fucker that had ever walked into it.

He's easily 6'1", built, but not overly so, like the man standing next to him that could give the Hulk a run for his money. His hair was a mop of bronze and his green eyes were as bright as a cat's eyes on a hunt in the night.

I could tell he was packing; one in the back and one on the hip. The big guy was packing just in the back, the third man in the group was packing in the back, on his side, and his pant leg on his left.
You would think that I would be uncomfortable with it, but my dad raised me better. I was raised with, and trained with, guns and knives.

"What are you thinking about so hard, taibhseach?" He kisses down my neck.

I smile. "Us, how we first met, dathúil."

He chuckles, probably thinking back to it as well. "Mo ghrá thú."

"Táim i ngrá leatsa freisin," I reply, trying not to let my emotions get the better of me. We both know what tonight is.

I know he wishes we could be different, that we could be together out in the open. But he won't risk me. Even though I tell him repeatedly that I can take care of myself.

Not that we ever thought we would end up in love. In the beginning, it was an arrangement that grew into something that we don't regret, but our hearts will never be the same.

We're committed, but we can never move forward.

"You know I would risk the world to be with you." I lay on my stomach, leaning on my elbows to look at him.
"And you are my world, which is why I'm not risking it. I can't live in a world without you. Saol gan tú tá sé cosúil le oíche gan réaltaí."

I try not to melt into a puddle of goo with his words.

"Ceart go leor." I'm not in the mood to continue this argument that we have had continuously over the last month since we almost risked being caught.

"How long do we have?" I find myself tucked into his side, running my fingers through his chest hair.

He kisses my head. "I probably should get dressed." His voice is void of any emotion.

I manage to pull myself away from Edward, so we can put clothes on. I find a t-shirt and underwear and walk out to the kitchen to get something to drink. I turn around when I hear his shoes hit the kitchen floor. He has something in his hands that he seems to be focusing on.

"What do you have there?" I ask, while pointing to the object in his hands.

He looks up and meets my eyes. "It's a locket that's been passed down from generation to generation in my family." He sets it in my hand.

It's a silver chain, and the locket itself has Celtic knots with a green gem in the middle. "It's beautiful." My fingers trace the knots.

"I want you to have it."

My eyes fly to his. "Don't you want to keep it in the family?"

"It was given to me to give to my future wife. There won't be any woman that I will want to marry besides you."

I well up with tears. "Put it on me, please."

He takes it back from me. I pull my hair out of the way, and once it's clasped he kisses my neck.

And now we're facing each other. This is it, he has to leave, and I will probably never have this moment with him again.

With that weighing on both our minds, we begin to kiss passionately. When we part moments later, he brushes my hair back over my shoulder.

"Don't be afraid to stop by the bar for a drink." A sob escapes out of me.

"Call me if you ever need me." He chokes back his own sob.

"Mo ghrá thú."

"Mo ghrá thú." He pecks my lips one last time and he leaves.

I let the sob break through that I've been holding in. I know we're doing this for a reason, but it doesn't mean I don't hate this. I hate that he's a mafia prince. I hate that his mother was killed because of that life. I want that life with him. I was made for it, I was made for him. But I know that he won't be able to do what he needs to if he has to worry about his enemies knowing about me and using it to hurt him.

After what feels like hours I manage to get into the shower, crying more when the memories flood through of the times we spent in it.

I go to bed as the sun shines through my curtains. His side of the bed is cold.

It hasn't been two hours, and the hole in my heart is wide; I miss him.

Translations:

taibhseach~ gorgeous
dathúil~ handsome
Mo ghrá thú~ I love you
Táim i ngrá leatsa freisin~ I'm really in love with you too
Saol gan tú tá sé cosúil le oíche gan réaltaí~ Life without you is like a night without stars
Ceart go leor~ okay
Mo ghrá thú freisin~ I love you too

Italian
la morte non mi fermerà~ Death will not stop me.







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