Protected (Inc. Outtakes) by FL95.pdf

Protected by FL95

Edward Cullen is placed in the witness protection program for turning

evidence on a mob boss. When he meets Bella Swan, his life becomes

more complicated than he ever thought possible. BxE. AH. Rated M,

language, lemons and some violence.

Prologue.

I am so fucking tired of running.

Gotta stop.

I didn't really care where I was going, so much as who I was running

away from. It had been a long damn night and I wasn't fucking

stopping now.

The night's events ran through my head again and again, as I

frantically and mindlessly made my way through the crowded

downtown streets of Washington DC.

I couldn't shake the memory of Marcus's face as I told him I was

heading off to the latest job he'd given me to carry out. The proud

smile on his face, and the trust I saw there cut me to the bone,

because I knew that within the hour, he'd know what I'd done. He'd

know I sold him out, and he'd send someone for me. I hadn't been

able to bear to look at him for long.

I'd glanced at Jasper as I left, who nodded only slightly at me,

confirming that he was still on board, and then I was gone. I didn't

know where he was right now, I just hoped to god he'd gotten out of

there before everything went down.

Can't fucking worry about that now Cullen, let's just get out of this

alive . I forced my thoughts to other matters.

I'd abandoned the car early on, hoping it would throw Jane & Alec,

"the twins" as we liked to call them, off my trail. I knew Marcus would

send them. He'd send only his best for me. Since I was gone now,

they were it. I looked up and down the crowded sidewalks to see if the

two hit men were visible. I didn't see them but that didn't mean they'

weren't out there somewhere.

I headed down a dark alley way, leaned against the cold brick wall,

and bent over, bracing my hands against my knees to catch my

breath.

Leaning on the wall, I took a few deep breaths and then pulled my cell

phone out of my pocket and looked at it. No calls, no texts. DAMN IT! I

couldn't even call to check in with him without risking giving my

location away.

Where are they!

After what felt like a fucking eternity, I finally saw what I was looking

for. The unmarked car was slowly working it's way through the city

streets, heading right for the spot we'd agreed on. I looked around me

again. Still no Jasper. FUCK! I was so frustrated. I had absolutely no

control over this situation. he's okay, he's a resourceful motherfucker.

I said to myself. A weary attempt to convince my conscience that I

wasn't a complete fucking prick for just leaving him.

This was half his plan too, don't forget that. He'll be fine. But that

thought didn't exactly make me feel better. Sweat was beading up on

the back of my neck and I reached back with my hand to swipe it

away. This was such a bad fucking idea.

Another peek around, and still no sign of the twins, so I began to

make my way across the busy intersections to the park across the

way.

20 yards away, almost there . I was that close to the parked car when I

caught their movement out of the corner of my eye.

It wasn't hard to miss them. They stood out, dressed in their designer

clothes, much like the ones I currently wore, in a sea of college aged

kids that were dressed in jeans and tshirts. I had no idea how they

had managed to find me so fast. Maybe they knew me better than I

thought they did. Maybe they were just better than I thought they

were. But I chanced a look and sure as fuck it was them.

" SHIT! " I screamed. 10 yards to go . I flat out ran then, bolting for the

car. As I got within grasping reach of my saving grace, I heard it. Two

loud pops and then a searing pain, and a flash of light in front of my

eyes. I was going down.

Just in front of me, I could see the car doors open through blurried

eyes. Everything started to slow down. Two men in dark suits stepped

out and pointed their weapons toward the area behind me and I heard

"STOP! POLICE!" before more shooting began.

Then darkness over took me, and I no longer cared about anything.

Chapter 1. Edward

"Do you fucking mind?" I said, pushing the blonde's arm off and away

from my body with a disgusted look on my face.

"Oh, come on Eddy, I can take care of your morning woody for ya."

She was trying to be cute and fucking perky, but I really wasn't in the

mood for round two of skanks are us. God, what was I thinking

bringing this one home?

She started to slink her hands down my stomach and around my dick

when I grabbed her by the wrist. "Get the fuck out, and don't call me

Eddy. Ever ."

She scowled, and rolled out of the bed, collecting her things. "You

weren't such an asshole last night ."

"You weren't so fucking clingy last night, besides, last night I was

drunk, and now I'm not."

She dressed quickly and stormed out, slamming the front door as she

left.

I rolled over and swung my legs over the side of the bed, stretching

my bad arm over my head. The wound in the back of my shoulder

wasn't still technically healing, but it hurt like a mother fucker if I

didn't keep working it out.

I reached for the bottle that sat on my end table next to the bed.

"Shit." I said to no one, when I realized I was out of the pain killers

prescribed to me. I threw the empty bottle across the room with my

bad arm, and immediately cursed myself for doing it. I'd pay for that.

I grabbed my wallet and pulled out the card with my government

contact's name and number on it. James had handled my case the

entire four months I had started the witness protection program. I

contacted him once a week like clockwork, and he handled

replenishing my pills for me through the doctors back in DC. I guess

I'd forgotten to tell him I was running low last week.

It was still dark outside, too early to call him. So I grabbed some

sweats and a tshirt, threw on some socks and my chucks, and headed

out the door for a jog.

San Francisco was the fourth place I'd lived in as many months.

According to James, I was running out of "favors" from the

Government. Nice show of fucking appreciation. I thought. Here I'd

risked my ass (OK, and Jaspers') to hand them DC's most notorious

fucking mobster, and they'd just fuck me like that. Pricks.

Of course I was partly to blame, according to James anyway. Too

many fights, too much attention drawn to myself, blah blah blah. Hey,

I couldn't help that people were assholes. And not every fight was my

fault okay? I did warn the fuckers at my last asinine job, that I'd rip

their dicks off and shove them up their own asses if they didn't stop

fucking with my shit. Can I help it if they're just idiots?

I finished up 10 miles and decided it had been long enough, so I

headed back home and got a shower, then called James.

"Edward, your shoulder should be healed by now, the doc says he's

not refilling anymore prescriptions. You need to get yourself together.

Start working it more, and eventually the pain will lessen"

"Fuck that James, the shit hurts. And you're the one that placed me in

a fucking job that continuously pulls at the damn wound daily. I want

the fucking pills. Give me one more refill, and that's it. I promise."

He sighed. "fine Edward, but that's it. Got it?"

"Yeah, I fucking got it."

We were both silent for a minute.

"Any word about Jasper?" I asked him. I asked the same question

every fucking week. And every fucking week it was the same

response.

"No" he answered quietly. "sorry Edward. But we're not…"

"Giving up." I finished for him. "yeah, I know."

I hung up on him and then sat there raking my hand through my hair.

Damn it Jasper. So many ideas ran through my head about what could

have potentially happened to him, but I knew most of them would

have made the news by now. And Jasper really was a resourceful

motherfucker. He had been Marcus's strategizing man. He knew how

Marcus worked inside and out. He knew how to hide from them. He

also knew how to hide from the Government. I just didn't know why

he was not contacting me.

I got up and started pacing the bedroom, biting my nails.

Maybe he just can't keep up with all your fucking moving around

dickhead. So then I decided to take Jame's advice. I'd settle down,

stop being so fucking prone to anger, and stick around San Fran for a

while. Give Jazz time to find me. Then we'd work this shit out

together.

Resolved, I finished dressing for work and headed of to my own

personal hell.

"Zippideefuckingdoodah" I said as I arrived at the construction office

just outside of town. I pulled up in the clunker I'd saved up and

bought with the measily ass money I'd managed to save at my last

job. I couldn't help remembering the cars I drove when I was under

Marcus's wing. Volvo's, Porches… the Vanquish .

I fucking loved the Vanquish. My eyes closed remembering the leather

seats, the speed of the car, the quiet engine, the way it hugged the

turns...

And here I am, in my very own, delapifuckingtated 1980 piece of shit

Toyota. Yay me.

I put my forehead against the steering wheel and banged it a few

times.

We did the right thing. I told myself.

The clock in the car said 6:55am. So I got out and went to check in

with my Lead. Because god fucking forbid I don't do that.

Jacob Black sat in his chair reading the day's jobs to himself when I

walked into his office. He paid me no mind, just as he did every day. I

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