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Kinda used to it but with Global Warming and all that shit it's getting worse.

Well? ... Stop listening to me bitch about the heat and get to it.

Sentences in Italics are when Jenks told Bella what to do.

Chapter 15 – The Cops

BPOV

I gripped Edward's hand tightly as we climbed the steps of the New York Police Department. My fiancée rubbed soothing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb as we followed his Attorney-at-Law, Mr. Jason Jenks, into the building. Mr. Jenks led the way confidently dressed in his grey three piece suit with complimenting shoes and leather attaché briefcase under his arm. He was an older white man with receding brown/grey hair and sharp brown eyes behind thick rimmed glasses. Edward said he was the best in the legal profession and also an excellent forger of documents in his spare time.

We had met with Mr. Jenks earlier in his office as I was apprehensive about my upcoming talk with the police and needed a little coaching.

"Ms. Swan," Jenks smiled minutely in my direction, "Let me give you an idea of what will happen when we arrive at the police station. We'll go in and speak to the officer at the front desk."

"Good Afternoon," He greeted the woman in police uniform seated behind the reception desk. "I'm here with my clients Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan for a meeting with the detectives assigned to the case of the Port Massacres."

She nodded and dialed a number on her extension.

"After a brief phone call, the receptionist will direct us to an interrogation room and we'll wait for a bit." Jenks leaned back his chair, "It's a technique they use to intimidate people. The waiting is so you have time to over-think things and mentally psyche yourself out; especially if you're alone."

The receptionist replaced the phone in its cradle before leading us to a room labelled I-3 and informed us that the detectives would be with us shortly. The room was very impersonal and dimly lit. There was an iron table in the center of the room and a few metal chairs placed around it. One wall had a barred window which looked out to the streets of New York while the opposite wall had a two way mirror.

"We'll sit facing the mirror with our backs to the window." Jenks took a sip of the water that was on his desk.

"Why?" I asked.

"So, whoever they got on the outside can watch the interrogation unseen." Edward said as he placed his hand on the back of my chair.

"Depending on the importance of the case those people range from psychiatrists and criminal profilers to witnesses, hell, even the chief of police. The interrogators will probably observe us for a while during the waiting period too." Jenks added as he replaced the glass on his desk. "They'll watch our body language, facial expressions, answers and just general attitude."

Jenks and I sat on opposite sides of Edward as we endured the waiting period. Supportively, he put a hand under the table on my jean clad thigh and I looked up at him. His emerald green eyes were sincere and held love for me. I felt the nervousness leave me. Morally, it was wrong but, I had to do to it. For our family, for us and most importantly I was doing it for him; my lover, my protector, my life.

I rubbed his hand that was on my thigh and smiled. He dipped his head and pecked me on the lips. Just then the door swung violently open, two men walked in clothed in cheap dress shirts, ties and slacks.

"They'll make an entrance. One will be nicer than the other; they'll play good cop, bad cop. The 'good' one will strive to make you believe he's on your side and try to find common ground with you."

"Mr. Jenks, Mr. Cullen." The second man, a sandy blond with blue eyes, took a seat across from us.

"Hello Pace." Jenks placed his folded hands on the table.

Edward remained silent.

"And who is this little lady?" He turned his seemingly kind eyes on me.

"This is my fiancée and my alibi." Edward said coolly. "Isabella Swan."

"Ms Swan," He flashed me a small smile, "I'm Garrett Pace and this is my partner Alec Crooks."

He pointed to the brooder in who had taken residence in a corner of the room. He glared at me with a harsh penetrating gaze. I nodded in acknowledgement remembering what Jenks told me.

"The 'bad' cop will try to intimidate you. He will come off as cold and will attempt to make you believe that they have it all figured out; that you have been caught; that they know what you're up to."

Garrett placed a cream folder on the desk and opened it. He pretended to peruse its contents while Alec moved forward with a smug look on his face.

"So, Ms. Swan," Alec perched on the edge of the desk and looked at me with disdain, "Let's hear it, the alibi."

"Show no fear; don't give them one tiny hole or inconsistency. They will exploit it."

"Edward has been with me from around 2:30 am this morning to now. The news said that the Port Massacres occurred around 3 am, so it couldn't have been him." My voice was quiet but sure and believable.

"What have you two been doing since 2:30 am this morning?" Alec sneered.

I blushed involuntarily thinking about the time Edward took my virginity. "We made love ... then he held me."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Edward smirk.

"Did you fall asleep?" Garrett asked gently looking up from the folder.

"Yes, we both did." I laughed quietly, "But, he fell asleep first. You know you men; get the job done and then out like a light. I wanted to talk and did talk to him for a bit, until I heard his snores." I snorted.

Edward grinned down at me sheepishly as Alec eyed him.

"What happened when you woke up?" Garrett resumed perusing the papers.

"We showered together." I blushed again thinking what Edward and I would do if we actually showered together. "I made breakfast and we caught the 8 o'clock news bulletin. His lawyer called him and here we are gentlemen. Are we finished?"

"No, we still have a few more questions." Garrett paused, "Would you like something to drink Ms. Swan?"

"Don't touch anything that they can get your fingerprints off of. They will offer you soda, water or a cup of coffee. Refuse it, but be polite."

"No thank you Mr. Pace." I smiled minutely.

"Please, call me Garrett, Mr. Pace is my father." Garrett rose from his seat leaving the folder open. "Are you sure about that drink?"

"The good cop will try to be familiar and make you feel comfortable with him. Make him believe that you think he's a good person. "

"Yes, I'm sure, Garrett."

Alec took the seat vacated by Garrett. "Do you know what your fiancée was doing before he came home at 2:30am Ms. Swan?"

I pretended to contemplate his question for a bit. "He told me he was going to his club to have a drink with his brother and the boys."

"Does this look like one of the boys?" Alec slid a photo out of the folder across the table.

It was a picture of Edward accepting a piece of paper from a midget looking, hump-rocking Guidette bitch. I tensed when I saw that he was smiling my crooked smile at her. The picture was dated June 14, 2:02 am. Edward tightened his grip on my thigh. Alec passed me more pictures that documented the span of their conversation. It lasted 3 minutes.

"They will try to turn you against him. Don't let them get between you two. Show solidarity."

I resisted the urge to push Edward's hand off my leg and cleared my throat. "Aren't we here to talk about the Port Massacres?"

"Aren't you at least curious as to who she is?" Alec looked smug, "He's cheating on you and here you are lying for him." Alec grinned, "Feeling real stupid huh Ms. Swan?"

I chose to ignore his comment. "I am not lying." I gritted my teeth, "He came home at 2:30."

"After he had a romp with her," He pointed to the girl in the picture.

"The bad cop will lie to you."

"Ms. Swan," Garrett stepped forward, "You are a smart, sensible, beautiful, young woman, you don't honestly believe that..."

"If there are no more questions with relation to the Port Massacres, my clients and I will be leaving." Jenks stood.

The cops exchanged a silent conversation with their eyes before turning their attention back to us.

"You are free to go." Garrett opened the door. "Thank you for your time Ms. Swan."

"Don't leave the state or the country, Cullen." Alec ordered as we headed out. "We'll be watching Ms. Swan."

Edward held on to me tightly as we made our way through the Police Station. We parted company with Mr. Jenks at the car.

"You did very well Ms. Swan." Jenks praised.

"Thanks for getting me out of there Mr. Jenks." I shook his hand, "I don't know how much more I could have taken."

"Don't worry. It seems like they don't have much of anything on Edward."

I nodded, "Have a nice day, Mr. Jenks."

Tiny opened the back door for me as I shrugged out of Edward's hold and got in the car.

"Edward, take care." Mr. Jenks mumbled. "I'll keep an eye on the case. You should too."

"I will Jenks." Edward joined me in the back of the car. "Thank you."

Tiny and Tyler got in the front. I sat staring out the window as we drove to back the safe house. Alec planted a seed of doubt in my mind but, in my heart I knew there was no way in hell Edward was cheating on me with anyone. Still, I needed time to process the information and to make sure I wasn't blinded by my love for him. Edward seemed to sense this and gave me as much space as he could in the car.

When we arrived at the safe house we saw Emmett and Jasper lugging suitcases outside.

"What's up?" Edward asked his brother.

"Pop says we're going back to our own houses." Jasper responded.

"Why?" Edward helped Jasper lift a suitcase into the trunk of a car.

"Somethin' 'bout all of us disappearing while this is going on would seem suspicious to any one watching." Emmett shrugged.

"We're supposed to live as normally as possible and go about our daily routine while keeping an eye open." Jasper added, "I think it's a good idea."

Just then Rose and Alice came out carrying the matching duffels for the suitcases.

"Rose..." I called her as she handed her duffel to Emmett.

"Bella, you're back!" She headed over to me and I pulled her to one side. "How was it?"

"It went great," I said quickly before changing the subject, "Where are we going to go Rose? The house..." I trailed off thinking about what we would do about Mr. Cullen's plan.

We didn't have a house or a normal routine to go back to.

"Emmett asked me to move in with him." Rose beamed.

She was leaving me. I tried not to show my disappointment and hurt.

"That's great." I mustered as much enthusiasm as I could.

"You're going with Edward, right?"

"Yea," I mumbled.

"I'm so excited!" She was oblivious to my pain. "Look, I've got some money saved up from Mom and Dad's insurance. Half of it is yours."

"How much is it?" I asked weakly.

"You get Five Thousand Dollars." She squealed.

"Wow," I gasped surprised. "That's a lot of money."

She nodded before pulling me into a hug, "It's all yours."

"Thanks Rose."

"It's all coming together Bella. I've got Emmett, you've got Edward. They love us, we're moving in with them. You're getting married. It's perfect."

"Yea," I looked over her shoulder at Edward who was staring at us warily, "Just perfect." I sighed.

"Bella, what is it?" Rose drew back to look me in the face.

"I'm just sad that we're separating is all." There was some truth to that statement. "I guess I never really thought about going on my own even."

"We'll see each other all the time Bella." She sounded so sure; so happy to be leaving me.

"Yea but it's just not the same." I pulled her to me again. "It's fine. I'll be alright."

"Hey!" She looked me dead in the eye, "I'll always be here for you Bell-flower."

"DItto Rosie-Posie," I nodded and she let me go.

I hugged myself and watched her walk away from me. I felt like I had just lost my sister. I hadn't even noticed Edward until he was right in front of me.

"I have an apartment about five miles away from my parents." Edward stated, "Are you moving in with me? Or are you going with Rosalie and Emmett?"

"I'm moving in with you." I wiped my eyes absentmindedly.

We stood in tense silence for a while.

"Are you going to ask about the pictures?" He ran his ran through his hair.

"Yea," I nodded. "When we're alone,"

"Alright, are you ready?" He motioned to the car.

EPOV

"Who is she?" Bella asked keeping her face to the window.

"She's a stripper at Jasper's Club." I sat on the bed in my apartment with only a pair of light blue sleep pants on.

I swallowed thickly, "Bella, I didn't do anything with her."

"What was on the piece of paper?" She ignored my second statement.

"I gave her that piece of paper and she made a phone call for me." I cleared my throat, "She gave me it back after she was finished."

"Why did you need the paper back?" She eyed me suspiciously.

"I have to be careful. I couldn't have any evidence linking me to the ports. So, I asked her to bring it back to me so I could get rid of it myself."

"What's her name?" She bit her lip and waited for my answer.

"Gianna," I ran my hand through my copper mess, "You can ask Jasper and Emmett. They watched me talk to her before our drink."

"Have you ever ..." Bella trailed off but, I knew what she was going to ask.

"No." I wiped my hands on the sheets. "Look, I'm not acting nervous because I'm guilty of fucking with Gi. I'm not; I swear on my mother. It's because this could break us up. I love you Bella and I'm afraid that..." I lowered my voice, "That you won't believe me and you'll leave me."

Minutes crawled by before she slowly made her way over to me. She stood between my knees and grabbed my face in her hands.

"I believe you." She placed a kiss on my lips.

"I love you." She kissed me again.

"I want you to make love to me."

She lifted her hands to release her hair from its ponytail. The action caused her teddy to lift up and I got a peek of creamy pale hips. I groaned feeling the stirrings of an erection. I hadn't made love to Bella since I took her virginity because I wanted her to heal properly.

"Are ya sure?" I ran my hands up her thighs, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." She shook out her chocolate locks.

"I mean here," I cupped her pussy. "Still sore?"

"No," She moaned out. "I want you Edward, please?"

"Okay Bella." I stood and towered over her. "I know youse had a stressful day, let me take care of ya hmm?"

She nodded as I peppered her neck with kisses.

"Get on the bed."

Bella crawled unto the bed and lay on her back with her head propped up on the pillows. She looked so fucking beautiful in my bed; panting and flushed. I sat at her feet and started to massage them. They were so small and dainty; fucking beautiful.

Fuck, Cullen did you just say 'dainty?' The capo reared his ugly head.

I was gentle because compared to my hands her feet were dwarfed and I didn't want to crush them. Who knew feet were an erogenous zone? Bella was moaning like I was circling her clit. My hands moved up her legs rubbing as they went. I skipped over her pussy and my hands dived under her teddy and grazed her stomach. She helped me lift it off her before turning over to lie on her stomach. I worked her shoulders and back. I followed the curve of her spine before working her lower back. She sighed and groaned and moaned and even though I've never given a massage before I knew I was doing something right.

"Edward?"

"Yea, Bella?"

"I need you, now."

I stilled my hands and she sat back on her hunches. Bella pulled the drawstring on my pajama bottoms revealing that I had gone commando. She pushed me down on the bed before straddling me.

"Can I be on top?" Bella asked shyly looking fucking sexy clothed only in a thin thong.

"Fuck yea," I groaned as her hand grazed my cock, "Ride me 'til fucking dawn."

I helped her position my cock at her entrance and she lowered herself unto me. It was way better than I remembered. She was so fucking tight and warm. I could feel her arousal dripping down my shaft. She made a few arbitrary jerks before finding her rhythm. She started real slow, crawling up my cock before she painstakingly engulfed me again. I grabbed her hips and guided her movements.

She threw back her head and sped up her movements. I met her thrust for thrust. I watched her face; her eyes were hooded, her mouth was open and there was a soft groan for every time she fully sheathed my cock. I looked down to where we were joined it was so fucking beautiful. I watched my cock disappear and reappear from inside her. There was nothing like that visual in the world.

It was then I felt the familiar tightening in my balls. I knew Bella was probably just climbing and was no where near the top. I had to hold it off.

Think about something to stave it off. The optimist suggested.

What could that be? ... Ma, think of Ma naked.

I said stave it off! Not kill it! The optimist screamed.

Dad, the capo suggested, Dad naked.

Nasty... but doable,

I thought about it for a while but, the tightening returned.

Emmett... naked,

Do they have to be naked? The optimist asked.

"Edward, I'm tired." Bella gasped and moaned while her movements slowed.

Quickly, I flipped us over while remaining connected. I began pounding and grinding into her like there was no tomorrow. It was too fucking good. I buried myself inside her and clenched my ass as my cum shot out of my balls through my shaft and into Bella. I flicked her clit violently and she screamed my name before I felt her pussy milk my already leaking cock.

Happy that I managed to satisfy her, even though I came first, I fell asleep with my body draped over hers.

BPOV

The next morning I woke up trapped under a heavily snoring and very naked Edward. After ten minutes of wiggling my body out from under my fiancée I tip-toed quietly to the bathroom. After my shower, I walked back out into the bedroom to find one of the three computer screens across from Edward's bed flashing a notice. I shook the mouse and the screen showed Seth and Tiny sitting in the living room watching the television.

Quickly, I dressed and headed out into the kitchen. The apartment was beautiful. It had a modern open floor plan and the furniture screamed single, rich bachelor.

"Morning Seth, Tiny," I greeted the men, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Yea," Seth nodded, "But, as Emily says, I'm always hungry; especially if you're cooking Ms. Bella."

"Tiny?" I turned to the massive man sitting on Edward's couch.

I wondered why they gave him that name. He was of Emmett proportions.

"No," Tiny's voice had a light Irish brogue.

"Okay," I smiled at him,

I opened the refrigerator and I shouldn't have been surprised that all that was in there was a half a six pack of beer. I opened the pantry and it was empty too. Not, even a pack of saltines.

"The Boss doesn't really go grocery shopping Ms. Bella." Seth walked up to the counter.

"We'll just have to go." I headed back into the bedroom. "Let me get some cash."

Edward was still asleep. I didn't want to wake him up so I grabbed a pad from off his computer desk and wrote him a note. I found his pants and I fished in them for his wallet. I found it and there were no small bills in his wallet. I took out two hundred and decided that I would just get enough food to fill the refrigerator and the pantry.

I kissed his cheek and tip-toed out of the room. Tiny and Seth said that they would both come with me to the store.

"What about Edward?" I asked, "Tiny aren't you supposed to stay with him and protect him?"

"Ms. Bella," Seth closed the door behind us. "The Boss can protect himself."

"I've been assigned to you too." Tiny added in his Irish Brogue. "At least until Sam comes back."

"Okay." I followed Tiny to the elevator.

When we reached the parking garage Pace and Crooks, the cops from yesterday, were leaning on the car that Tiny chauffeured.

"Good Morning Ms. Swan." Garrett greeted me.

"What is this?" I asked suspiciously from behind Seth and Tiny who stood protectively in front of me.

"Nothing much..." Crooks leaned off the car and walked away a bit, "Just fulfilling my promise. I told you we would be watching."

"My tax dollars working hard huh?" I retorted dryly.

"See you soon Ms Swan." Garrett followed his partner.

I glared at him and got into the back of the car. We drove to the nearest grocery store and Tiny said that the cops were tailing us. I told him that was it was cool as long as it wasn't James and his men. But, inside I was starting to get a little irritated and afraid. I decided I would talk to Edward when I got back.

Seth and Tiny followed me into the store and I collected groceries as fast as I could. Seth headed off to order the meat from the butcher and I stuck close to Tiny. There was no long line at the check out and I was finished with my grocery shopping quickly. The bag boy pushed my groceries in a trolley out to the car and I tipped him generously. As he was putting the goods in the trunk, the cop's car drove up and Pace stuck his head out.

"Need some help Ms. Swan?"

"No thanks!" I yelled over my shoulder as I got quickly got into the back of the car.

I let out a breath as Tiny pulled out of the parking spot.

"Don't let them get to you Bella." Tiny's soft Irish Brogue invaded my ears.

"I like your accent." I told him wanting to change the subject, "Irish right?"

"Aye lass," He responded.

"Why do they call you Tiny?" I asked feeling more comfortable around him.

"Ya see I was born premature." He nodded remembering. "Aye, I was a wee little babe. Da use to say 'I could hold him in the palm of on a mi hand.' Almost didn't survive. The name just kinda stuck with me as I grew up; especially since I grew up to be so massive."

"You made it." I smiled at him through the rear view mirror. "What's your real name?"

"Liam Seamus McGuiness."

"I like it," I leaned back in my seat.

We arrived back at the apartment and the cops were there too. I grabbed a few of the bags and hurried into the elevator. Seth and Tiny followed with the rest of the groceries. I knocked on the door frantically and a sleepy shirtless Edward let us in.

"What took you so long?" He pulled me into his chest. "Are you okay?"

"I'm just a little freaked." I said gripping his back with my empty hand.

"Why?" He rubbed his eyes and stared worriedly down at me.

"The cops have been following us all morning." I sighed, "I just never had to deal with it before. It's new ya know?"

"I'm sorry." Edward kissed the top of my head. "Ya gonna cook breakfast?"

"Yea," I lifted my face up to him. "Want anything special to eat?"

"Yea," He licked my lips, "You."

Shivers ran down my spine as I remembered last night.

"You'll have to wait until after I cook breakfast." I laughed as he pouted.

"Well hurry up then woman." Edward released me and grabbed the bag that was on the floor. "I'm hungry."

Then he pushed me into the kitchen but I think he just wanted to cop a feel because his hand was on my ass.

"Liam and Seth are going to eat with us. Okay?"

"Liam?" Edward asked in confusion, "Baby, who the fuck is Liam?"

"Tiny."

"Oh," Edward scratched his head, "His name is Liam?"

"Yea," I began to take out the food out of the bags. "Oh, Edward, I took two hundred from your wallet for the groceries. I give it back to you when I get the money from Rose."

"What?" He asked affronted, "Fuck No! You don't need to give it back. I'm supporting you now baby. I'll buy whatever you want."

"It just doesn't feel equal..."

"Look, I know I'll probably sound like a Neanderthal but I make the money to support us and I protect you; that's my role. Your role; you cook our food, wash our clothes, clean our house, have and take care of our babies and fuck my brains out. So, yea it's not equal; you do way more than I do."

"When you look at it like that ..." I stated dryly at his summation of our positions in the household.

Edward walked into the bedroom and came back with his wallet.

"Here," He took out some bills and handed them to me. "So, you don't have to steal from me anymore." He winked at me. "Jasper should be bringing a cell phone for you later."

I stood dumbfounded when I finished counting the money. It was two grand in hundreds.

"Get to work woman!" He kissed the side of my head and playfully patted my ass before leaving me to my 'role.'

Mundane tasks always took my mind off of whatever was bothering me. So, I immersed myself in putting away the groceries and getting acquainted with the kitchen. I avoided thinking about the cops following me around everywhere; it was seriously creepy and James hadn't reared his ugly head since the attack on the Ports.

I went into the bedroom to change into a pair of shorts. The surveillance cameras showed the cops sitting their car in the apartment's parking garage drinking coffee.

I returned to the kitchen where I set the coffee pot and wiped down the counter before I started cooking up a storm.

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