Meet the Masens By FictionFreak95.pdf

Meet the Masens By FictionFreak95

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~ In a world based on deceit, who do you trust? ~

Prologue - Back to the Future

Edward Cullen POV

I watched her from the exterior of the prestigious home on the outskirts of some

posh suburb in Charlotte, North Carolina that seemed familiar in a cookie cutter

sort of way. I peered through a window twice my size. Velvet curtains hung from

the top of it, caressing the interior wall, and faux wood shutters were my only

disguise as the dinner party played out in front of me.

I should have been taking in their surroundings but I couldn't take my eyes off

her.

She was still breathtaking.

Still knew how to work a crowd.

A middle aged man sat opposite a woman I had to assume was his wife.

His attire screamed money, but, of course, I knew that didn't necessarily mean

he had any.

I mean look at me.

But honestly, everything about him just oozed wealth.

And greed.

Bella's face seemed pleasant enough, but it wasn't the one that I remembered. It

wasn't the one she wore when her guard was down or hell, even the one when

she was being a smart ass. It was just…pleasant.

The man who sat at the opposite end of the twelve person table seemed…new.

It was freezing outside and I pulled the collar of my freshly purchased trench coat

around my neck to keep the wind from flowing down the back of my shirt.

Their voices were mostly mumbles through the glass plane, but I could still hear

what was being said when he asked her, "Coffee, babe?"

Babe?

My face contorted.

She hated that word. In fact, I distinctly remembered the first and only time I'd

ever called her that.

Almost the only time, anyway.

She'd narrowed her eyes at me, balled up her fists and then knee'd me.

Right in the nuts.

It was brilliant.

I had swelling the next day and a bruise on my balls that lasted a week.

I laughed at the memory, but my smile immediately disintegrated as I watched

her beam over at him with the fakest of happy grins, telling him, "Sure thing

darling."

Excuse me while I empty my stomach of all things retched.

And as she got up to go make her happy little cups of happy little ground up

coffee bean filtered juice for their guests, I knew that was my chance.

I pushed my way out of the prickly bushes I'd lodged myself into for my spy

session and made my way around the newly constructed stone house to the back

yard.

I found the sliding doors that lead into the ridiculously large kitchen and pulled on

the handle gently, hoping she still sported the bad habit of leaving it unlocked

most of the time and sure enough, it slid for me, easily.

Her back was to me as I quietly stepped toward her, slowly reaching for my hand

gun.

It was a precaution I'd come to make a habit of lately.

I watched as her body moved in ways my mind wanted to explore further while

she pulled the coffee pot off of its hot plate and poured four cups for her and

her…visitors.

I was just behind her. Within arm's reach, dying to stretch a hand out to touch

her and, as though she had a sixth sense that I was there, she stopped suddenly

at the last cup.

She set the pot back down.

Her head turned slightly and I could just see the nape of her neck that still held

the locket I'd given her.

I smiled.

"You shouldn't be here," she whispered and her voice… just the sound of it…

something I hadn't heard in months, made my heart beat again.

She wasn't pleasant Bella anymore. I heard my Bella there again, I thought,

which let me believe that I actually might have had a chance, after all.

I was nervous as shit.

I knew what consequences might lie ahead because of my actions, but I couldn't

do it.

Couldn't stay away from her anymore. I needed to face her. To face this.

So I steeled myself and conjured up the nerve I needed to follow through before I

lost everything that I had and just…ran.

"Leave with me," I said. "Right now." I looked around at the immaculate

room…its fine china and over the top cappuccino maker. "This isn't…"

"No," she told me flatly, picking the coffee pot back up to pour that last cup. "You

really should be going now, Edward."

I let my brow furrow at just how resolved she was about it.

Like nothing mattered to her anymore.

Like I didn't matter.

I ground my teeth a little before repeating myself a little more assertively this

time. "Come with me, Bella." I wasn't above throwing her over my shoulder and

taking her against her will...I'd done it before.

"I can't do that," she told me, adamantly but I listened for the hesitation. Hoped

it was there.

"Can't? Or won't?" I asked. Bitterly, I'll admit…but she didn't answer, still.

She was thinking... Debating. She still did that way too much.

She was also staring at something of no consequence, unwilling to look at me.

"Why not?" I pushed.

She couldn't seem to reply. I'd had a feeling she wouldn't, but I'd hoped she

would have tried at least.

She owed me that, after everything she'd done to me.

"I L…."

Her body spun, anticipating my words and her actions silenced me. It was as

though I'd frightened her…and her eyes. Those big brown orbs I'd tried,

wholeheartedly, not to dream about during our separation… they darted to mine.

Perhaps to see if there was any truth there.

Perhaps to warn me there was none left in her.

She swallowed and her lips parted slightly as though she was going to say

something but then…nothing.

"Bella."

"Edward, I think you should go."

I searched her eyes for it.

For that glimmer of hope, as I pushed on.

"I'm not leaving. Not again. Not without…"

She became stubborn, then. "You can't just –"

"What's going on, guys?"

New guy.

He eyed me, noticed the gun that my hand was on and instantaneously grew

serious.

"Jake," Bella said, smiling. "It's nothing…this is…a friend."

I snorted and then Jake gave me a wary look. "Everything…okay?" he asked as

his hand non-chalantly went to his hip, while he moved next to her. Their guests

began trying to peek into the kitchen to see what the ruckus was all about and

I'm sure he was trying to block their view of me.

Wouldn't want to cause a disturbance in the force, now, would we?

He was good.

He was very good but he wasn't going to deter me, despite the fact that I found

his attempt at intimidation slightly entertaining.

"Something funny, guy?" he asked me and I eyed him but didn't answer.

Hell, it was all I could do to resist taking him out just based on the principal of his

smug as shit attitude.

He pressed on. "Who are you, anyway?"

I looked to Bella… then back to Jake.

"I'm her husband, asshole."

Chapter 1 – The Introduction

Six Months Earlier

Baltimore Washington International Airport, Baltimore Maryland

Edward Cullen POV

I'd dressed down quite a bit for my trip to Austin, Texas, to meet up with Marcus

Volturi.

I was tired. Exhausted, really. But not because of the amount of time I'd already

spent on flights and layovers.

It was more because I thought I was done with this BS.

Promises were made.

Hands were shook.

But I should have known.

None of that means shit in Marcus' world.

I laughed at myself, remembering how defiant I'd felt when Felix had come to

"fetch" me for another job I was needed for.

Another job I wasn't supposed to have been on.

But this was apparently Marcus' way of telling me I'd never really be retired, no

matter what insinuations he might have made.

Anyway, I still had another long flight ahead of me and I was just not about to

get all gussied up for the guy. It was just one way for me to stick it to him. Albeit

in a very small way.

But it was only the beginning.

At least I hadn't checked any bags. It's a waste of time and money these days, so

I just brought some, you know…essentials and figured I'd pick something up in

Austin then change before actually seeing him live and in person.

I shipped the guns.

No big.

Not that I was in the habit of using them unless absolutely necessary, but, you

know, who needs the hassle of checking a gun or two during air travel? And why

would I need them anyway?

I was anonymous. No one knew me or of me and that was what had always been

the one thing I could count on.

Everything was going pretty smoothly as far as flight experiences, too, until

security in Baltimore, when some…crazed, wacked out, OCD woman who

seemingly had forgotten to take her happy pills, apparently had a problem with

how many "carry-ons" I was putting on the belt.

"Excuse me," she said all…complete snob and a half like. Which was all I needed.

"You're excused," I told her, not really bothering to look at the person who was

acting like I'd purposefully thrown her off her time table for the day.

I mean, if she was that worried, maybe she should've left a little earlier, right?

"You've got like…four carry-ons."

It wasn't really four carry-ons, okay? It was more like…a backpack, a laptop and

some munchies for the flight.

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