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Devil's Angel

by ObsessingOverEdward

Summary: My Harley, freedom and the women I have waiting for me up and down the California coast are

my distractions, that was until my Beauty turned my world upside down. AH .

Chapter 1

No Locals

Edward Masen

I let out a long sigh as I put aside the second to last file that I had to get through before I could leave for the evening.

Glancing up at the clock, I ran my hand over my face to clear my brain of the previous file. Numbers were not my thing,

but I had slacked off for too long and Heidi was on my ass to get them back to her before I left for my trip.

I sat back in my chair and took a long pull of the now cold cappuccino my assistant left for me before she went home for

the evening. I glanced at the clock and internally groaned. I wanted to be out of here two hours ago. Jasper had been

pestering me to meet him for a drink and I had put him off all week while I tried to fulfill my obligation at the firm.

OnemorefilethenI’dbefreeofthemundne for a week. I stared at the offending object in front of me and let my mind

wander to my father sitting at this same desk several years before. He loved the business. He always said that he felt

rewarded by helping out those businesses that just needed a leg up to keep their footing in the business world. That was

why he and Carlisle started C&M Group twenty-eight years ago.

The business had started out as a small investment firm and since had grown into one of the most regarded firms in

southern California. A few years ago, Carlisle had taken the business in a different direction and I wondered if my father

would have approved. Instead of helping small, struggling businesses, Carlisle had started dabbling in corporate

takeovers with some of the investors that had made the firm into a thriving corporation. Carlisle had grown tired of

watching large corporations mismanage their responsibilities and in the end, the employees and stock holders were

paying for their mistakes.

When he proposed the first takeover, I was still in college and just went with his recommendation, since he had the

experience to know what was best. I usually deferred all major decisions to Carlisle because he had a great business

sensendhonestlyIdidn’tcrethtmuchthiswsmy fther’sdrem

The following years, we had taken over several well-known corporations and within a year had them back on track

before handing them back to the employees. Nothing ever came without a price and we always came out financially on

topI’dlike to think that my father would have approved of the direction we were currently taking the company. He had

lwyswntedmetotkeoverthe“fmilybusiness”butIhdotherplnsItwsconstntsourceofcontentionwhen

I was old enough to start making my own decisions for my future.

I let out a long sigh and pushed thoughts of my father out of my head. Reaching out, I grabbed the last file and opened it.

As I ran over the financials of a small restaurant chain we were looking into helping out, I noticed a file that was stuffed

in the center and looked slightly out of place. I pulled it out and opened it. Glancing over the numbers, I came to the

conclusion that it needed to go in our investors files, but instead had been misfiled and wound up on my desk. I flipped

through a few pages, lookingfornmebutcouldn’tfindoneTherewssmll“V”intheupperrighthndcornerbut

other than that everything else seemed to be in order. Except for the missing name.

There was a small knock on my office door and I glanced at the clock again. Eight fifteen. I thought everyone had left for

the evening.

“Comein”IclledoutclosingthefileinmyhndMydooropenedndIgrinnedwhenEsmewlkedinholding

Tupperware container full of something. She was always feeding me.

“Hellosweethert”shesidIstoodupndmdemywyovertohergrspingherrmsndkissingherforehedin

greeting“How’smyfvoritenephew?”

“I’myouronlynephew”IpointedoutHerlughtinkledthroughmyofficenditremindedmeofmymotherShe

slapped my stomach playful before walking over to my desk and setting my dinner down.

“It’syourfvorite”ShetookthelidoffndthesmelloflsgnmdemystomchrumbleIegerlywenttomychir

and pulled the lasagna closer to me as she took the seat opposite.

“Youretoogoodtome”IsidsIshoveledinlrgeforkfuloftheperfectionthtwsEsme’scookingShewtched

mewithsmllsmileonherfcendIknewsheenjoyedmyenthusismsoIhmmeditupwithlotsofmmm’snd

hhh’ssIscrfeddownheroffering

“WheredidyoulerntomkesuchgretItlinfood?”

“HmmmYourmotherShewsnexcellentcook”Esmesttedmtter-of-fctly“Shedtedguyincollegethtloved

Itlinfood”

“Relly?Ididn’tknowtht”

“YepbeforeshemetyourftherInevermethimitwsllverysecretiveWheneverItriedtogethertointroduceus

shelwyshdnexcuse”Esmeshruggedcsully“ThenshemetyourfthernditwslovetfirstsightIeventhink

she endedthingswithhermysterymntobewithyourfther”shemused

InoddedbeforewesettledintocomfortblesilenceItwsnicetolistentoEsme’sversionofmymotherevenifitws

slightly skewed. She always looked for the good in everyone she knew. Even me.

My mother was a decent woman, but it always bothered me that she was the one that ended up being a mother when

Esmewstheoneoutofthetwoofthemthtlongedforchildrenbutcouldn’thvenyWhileIwsgrowingupIspent

most of my early childhood being raised by Esme while my mother worked to prove her independence as a shrewd

business women. In many ways, Esme was more of a mother to me than Elizabeth.

“Crlislesidyou’regoingonnotherbikerun?”sheskedbrekingmeout of my musings, disapproval dripping in her

voice. I let out a long sigh and geared up for another argument. We had this conversation every time I took my monthly

ride up the California coast. She hated that I owned a motorcycle and every chance she had, she pointed out that my

mother would have never approved.

“I’mtkingthebikeuptoMorroBytocheckononeofournewerinvestmentsthen I’llprobblytkemytimeridingup

toSnFrncisco”OccsionllywhenEsmeknewmyplnsshewouldrelxndletthingsgoLuckilyshedidn’tstrtthe

guilt trip of how she worried the whole time I was gone, but let it go without further complaint.

Isnppedthelidbckontotheemptycontinerndpushedittowrdsheronthedesk“Thnkyoufortkingsuchgood

creofmeEsme”littlefltterylwyswentlongwywithherShesmiledndpickedupthecontiner

“Ifyou’dfindnicegirltolookfteryouIwouldn’thveto”shesidwithwinkIchuckledndstoodupssherose

from the chair to leave.

“I’mnoteventwenty-fiveI’mstillyoungndbesidesI’mnotrellythemrryingkind”

“Pshwyoujusthven’tfoundtherightgirl”shesidconfidentlyIrolledmyeyesnothidingmyfrustrtionther

prying. I grabbed the files from my desk and nodded towards the door.

“IneedtodroptheseoffinHeidi’sofficethenIcnwlkyoutoyourcr”Isuggestedchnging the subject quickly. She

agreed while I wrote a quick note to Heidi about the unnamed file, then escorted Esme down the hall.

I made sure she was on her way before climbing into my car. The smell of new leather made me smile as I started the

ignition. My second love, behind the Harley, was my Aston Martin. It was an impulse buy that I did during one of my

mny“screweveryone”moodsIspentsomuchtimetryingtobeinvisiblethtoccsionllyI’dgetsickofhidingnddo

something impulsive, like buying a two hundred and fifty thousand dollar car.

As I pulled into the driveway of my beachfront home, my phone rang. Born to be Wild was blaring from my pocket. I

grinned as I dug it out and flipped it open.

“I’monmywyGivemefifteenminutestochngendgrbmyscoot”InsweredknowingthtJsperwsonthe

other line. Loud music blared in my ear as he shouted into the phone.

“Dude!Youweresupposedtobeherehlfnhourgo”

“IknowEsmebroughtmedinner”Iexplined

“WellhurryupThere’sblondherethtIthinkyoumightbeinterestedinmeeting”Irolledmyeyes

“YouknowmyrulesJsper”

“WhtthehellEdwrd!It’sbeenlmosteightyersOnechickinMlibuisn’tgoingtoruinyourlife”Isnortedtthe

irony of that statement.

“Idon’tdoloclsJzz”Iremindedhim

“WhteverjustgetyourssdownhereShe’shotndifshedoesn’tchngeyourmindImyhvetotkeherndher

friendbcktomyplce”

I ignored his goading, not wanting to continue the conversation about a piece ass that Jasper had deemed worthy of my

ttention“I’mrunninginthehousenowsoI’llbethereinfifteen”Iendedmycllndrninstrippingoffthebusiness

clothes I had been wearing all day and slid into a well-worn pair of jeans and t-shirt.

It was a warm summer evening, so I opted to leave the leathers at home and just grab my jacket. I pulled it out of the

closet and slowly ran my hands over the patch on the back. The reaction people had to a motorcycle gang always

surprised me, lumping us all in with the one percent that were outlaws. I ran my finger over the demon with wings and

sighed. It started out as an adventure when I was rebelling against society and proving the expectations that I was what

everyone thought I was. One of the perks to being in a motorcycle gang was that women automatically thought you were

the bad boy of their fantasies. I had used my jacket more times than I could count to get laid. I chuckled as I slipped it on

and headed to the garage.

There sat my pride and joy. I loved the Harley more than I did the Vanquish. Running my hands over the large chrome

headlight, I caressed her as if she were a fragile woman. I pulled off the offending object hanging from the handle bars

and slammed it on my head. I despised the damn helmet law we had in California. There was nothing more exhilarating

than the humid, salty air of the ocean running through your hair at sixty miles an hour. I protested as loudly as I could by

finding the smallest helmet I could legally get away with and had it custom engraved. Around the rim of the black

half-beniehelmetinsmllblcklettersthtyoucouldrellyonlyseewhennotinmotionsid“FUCKTHISHELMET”It

was the only way I could swallow wearing it.

I climbed on my bike reverently and with one swift kick, it roared in my garage. I hit the throttle, revving the engine

loudly. It purred and rumbled, sending a vibration throughout my body. I started to pull out of the driveway when I

spottedmyneighborgivingmethe“etshit”glreIlughedhertilysIsqueledontotherodgettingsmllthrillt

the irritation I was causing and giving her one more reason to lock up her daughter whenever I was around.

I drove at a leisurely pace, enjoying the vibration and power at my fingertips. Most of the bars in Malibu catered to the

wealthy and even though I easily fit in with that crowd, thanks to my large bank account, I preferred the pubs that

offered a more low key atmosphere.

I rode into the parking lot and pulled up next to Jasper's bike. I teased him that he had a girly bike with the purple flames

licking over a black tank, but he always shot back that it took a real man to wear purple.

The bar was packed as I squeezed through the throngs of people that were looking for a good time. I scanned the bar for

a mop of blond hair and found Jasper at the end, between a strawberry blond and a red head. His smile was wide and I

could almost hear the thick Texan drawl as he tried to woo one of them into his bed for the evening. Like my bad boy

status, his southern gentlemen charm was almost impossible for the ladies to resist.

“HeyJJ”Isidclppinghimonthebck

“Edwrd!”hegreetedwithhugegrinTurning, he grasped my hand in a firm shake and then turned to the girls he was

tlkingwith“Iwntyoutomeettheloveliestldiesinthisjoint”

HegesturedtowrdstheredhedsheintroducedmetoherIrisIrinorsomethingIdidn’tpytomuchattention

because it was obvious that he had made his choice and she was the one he had his eye on to take home. I did a once

over on the blond still perched on the barstool and noticed that she was stunning. She had long blond hair with hints of

red and striking blue eyes that were looking at me wide eyed. She had a splattering of freckles across the bridge of her

nose and I smiled.

“WellhellothereFreckles”IdrwledgivinghercrookedsmileHereyesglzedoverwithlustbeforeshegveme

breathtaking smile.

It was almost too easy.

I took in the rest of her and was rethinking my earlier rule of no locals. She had legs that went on for miles that were only

accentuated by the extremely short skirt and sexy-as-hell red high heels. We moved our little party to a table, where

Jasper pulled the red head into his lap. We spent the next hour drinking and flirting.

“SoFreckles”IstrtedIfIwsgoingtobrekmycrdinlrulethenIwntedtomkesureshewsworthbrekingit

for“Whtexctlyreyourplnsforthisevening?”

“Wellthere’sthisdngerousbdboyI’vehdmyeyeonI’mkindhopinghe’lltkemehome”

“Hmmmdngerousyousy?Mybeyoudon’tknowwhtyou’regettingyourselfinto”IsidsItooksipofmyJck

and Coke.

“I’mperfectlywreofwhtI’mgettingmyselfintoEdwrdMsen”Ichokedslightlyonmydrinkndstredbckt

her. She had a small smirk on her pouty pink lips. She knew exactly who I was and how dangerous I could be. I stood up

quickly, almost knocking my chair over in the process. Jasper surfaced from sucking the face off the red head and looked

up at me. I glanced from him to the blond that had startled me back into reality. The look on her face had turned from

smug to panicked.

“I’moutthere”Isidquicklygrbbingmycotoffthebckofthechir

“Wht’supdude?”Jsperskedpickingtheredhedoffhislpndsettingherbckdowninhischirwhilehestood

up.

“IhvenerlymorningsoI’mcllingitnight”Isidquickly. I said a goodbye to the girls and turned towards the

door.

As soon as I was out in the evening air, I took a deep breath and tried to remember what I had told myself a million times

since I was seventeen. Theydon’tknowyou Only three people in this world knew who I really was: Esme, Carlisle and

Jasper. Nobody else mattered.

“WitupEdwrd”IglncedovermyshouldersIrechedmybikendJsperwsrunningupbehindmeIbuckledthe

helmetontomyhedndthrewmylegovermybike“Whthppenedinthere?”

“ItoldyouJsperIdon’tdoloclsforreson”Understndingdwnedonhisfcendhepursedhislipstogethernd

gave me a small nod. I kick started my bike and it roared to life, drowning out everything around me. I felt myself

instantly relax as I nodded to Jasper and let out the clutch before hitting the throttle and peeling out of the parking lot. I

had only one question as I felt the ocean air hit my face.

Will people ever forget?

Chapter 2

Mucky Duck

Bella Swan

IwokeupfeelingtheeffectsofonetoomnyshotsoftequilfromthenightbeforeIdidn’thvetimetoevluteifmy

head was still attached to my body or if the person I had been drinking with was still around, before Alice came bounding

into my room.

“Getupgetupgetup”shesngsshejumpedonmybednewspperinhndIgronedndburiedmyhedundermy

pillow, wishing I had never given her a key to my house.

“No!Gowy”IgrumbledkickingthertoletheknowImentbusiness. She dodged my half hearted attempts and

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