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Hey guys. So yeah, this is my first story on fanfiction and I'm trying my hardest to make it the best I can possibly do. It's taken me nearly 3 years to actually write something for fanfiction, and I'm proud to say that I have finally gotten my ass into gear and wrote something.

I have 3 awesome Beta's for this story: Alix117, and FallenGoldenAngel. Without them I'm sure my fanfic would be a major fail of a fanfic, and would probably fall apart. Thanks guys! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Twilight related, I am merely using the characters to create my own story. All Twilight copyright belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Unfortunately. ^_^ However, I do own a giant cup of tea right now :D

Chapter One

BPOV

My muffled screams echoed through the prison I was kept in, unheard by anyone but myself. I had no idea how I got here, or who brought me, but I knew one thing. I was trapped. A prisoner. I tried to keep myself strong, but it's pretty hard to keep strong when you're tied to a chair and gagged. Not wanting to try to work out how long I had been sat there, I stared around at the room I was being kept in. Everything was made out of stone except the chair and me. The walls appeared to be concrete slabs, but I couldn't be sure from where I was. I knew I had been in here for at least 12 hours as I had left my apartment just before midday, and after that I just remember waking up in this cold, stone cell. Now the sky was pitch black, scattered with hundreds of thousands of stars. There was one small window in the cell, but it was barred and about 10 feet above my head. I would never be able to reach it, even if I wasn't restrained.

I took a few more deep breaths, knowing that hyperventilating wouldn't help my situation. I sat back on the chair, re-checking my injuries. The back of my head no longer hurt as much and didn't feel wet anymore, which told me that the cut had healed up. I had probably gotten it from hitting my head. My wrists and ankles felt as though they were on fire. Every time I moved slightly the ropes would dig in a little more, and I knew that I would be left with permanent scars. My neck hurt, I had probably strained it when they tied me up.

Suddenly, I heard distant footsteps, and I immediately dropped my head, not wanting to make things worse for myself. The sound of keys jangling brought all of my senses alive and I stopped struggling against the rope. My father, Charlie, had always taught me to try to gain as much information about your captor as possible without letting them see that you are listening. I can still remember that conversation very clearly.

"Isabella. I need to speak with you in my office after supper" Charlie told me whilst we were eating. The whole meal had been completely silent up until that point. My mother, Renee, sat at one end of the long table whilst Charlie sat at the other end and I was placed in the middle as usual.

"Okay father" I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face. We finished the rest of our dinner in complete silence, but we did this every night. I couldn't understand how my parents were still married, because it was obvious that they didn't even love each other. I don't think they had even slept in the same bed for years. I knew they both had lovers, but neither seemed to care.

Me and Charlie headed upstairs to his office, the one room in the house that I wasn't allowed to enter. I hesitated at the door, before I was ushered in and the door was closed behind me. I stared around at the room, wondering what was so important for Charlie to bring me in here.

"Sit down Isabella" he said gruffly, as he slumped into the chair by his desk. I sat down in the only other chair in the room, and fidgeted nervously, wringing my hands. I didn't usually get nervous, but something felt off. The air around us was full of tension and I felt uncomfortable in his presence.

"What do you want to talk to me about father?" I asked politely, hating how formal I sounded.

"I think it's time you learnt the truth about my job" Charlie told me, looking straight into my eyes. I sat up straighter in my chair, suddenly interested in what he had to say. I had never been told exactly what Charlie's job was, just the odd mumble about accountants but I never believed a word of it. The mumbles never explained why Charlie was constantly away. "I know we've only ever told you that I'm an accountant and whatnot, but it always seemed as if you didn't believe us, no matter what we said to you" he smiled slightly, his moustache twitching.

"Yes father. I knew all the things I had been told never explained your long and near-constant absences. But I knew better than to question you and mother" I grinned wryly "It frustrated me no end" I added, lightly chuckling at the frustration I used to feel at being lied to, but I had learned to live with it now.

"The reason we could never tell you what my job was, was because it was too dangerous for you to know. But now that you're 21, you deserve to know the risks that you could potentially face. To put it bluntly, I'm a mafia boss. I'm the head of the Dywer-Swan mob" he said, opening one of the drawers on his desk pulling out a gun and placing it on the top of his desk. I stared at it in shock then raised my gaze to meet Charlie's.

"You're a mafia boss?" I asked quietly, my eyes wide.

"Yes, I am. I'm sorry we could never tell you earlier, but we needed to wait until you were old enough to know not to tell anyone" he told me, stressing the fact that I was not allowed to tell anyone, not even Leah and Jacob, my two best friends "And you also need to know that you are constantly in danger because you are my daughter. All your life I've placed undercover guards around you to protect you and keep you save and it has worked so far. We have many enemies, but that is natural in the mafia world. They would not even hesitate to kill you, just to try to get to me" he said, sounding as if he almost regretted what he was.

All I could do was stare at him wordlessly, my body still. I wasn't as shocked as Charlie thought I would be, because I was glad that I was finally being told the truth. But I was surprised by the emotion in his voice as he talked about me being in danger.

"Okay" I said simply, not sure what else to say. Thinking back on my life, I was now able to pick out some of the undercover guards that had been placed around me. I smiled slightly, only realising now how oblivious to the world I was.

"Okay? I've just told you that I'm a mafia boss, which means your life is in danger, and all you have to say is 'okay'?" Charlie asked me in astonishment, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes father. I'm glad that I'm not being lied to anymore, and I'm not afraid of being in danger" I replied calmly as Charlie grinned and rose up off his chair. He gently ruffled my hair, laughing as I tried to squirm away from him. I stood up quickly off my chair and turned to face him.

"I was just surprised that was all. But I guess you're far too inquisitive, just like I was when I was younger" Charlie said, smiling at me "You may leave now" he added, suddenly slipping back into the formality that I was used to. I nodded at him then left his study quietly, deciding to go outside and sit on the swing in the front garden. Whenever I was little and I got angry or upset I would come and sit on this swing until I felt calm enough to go back inside. But now that I had my own apartment, I hadn't sat on this swing for ages...

Suddenly, the sound of the door being opened forcefully jerked me awake from the memory of the last conversation that I had with Charlie before I was kidnapped. My eyes squinted at the suddenly bright light, and my head dipped even further down against my chest. I breathed in deeply as I heard footsteps walking towards me, slowly and surely, taunting me. I saw a pair of highly polished black shoes enter my vision as the person walked around me in a circle, and I could feel their eyes upon me, giving me goose-bumps.

"Isabella Dywer-Swan" a velvety smooth voice sneered into my ear, their breath was hot against the side of my face. I resisted the urge to lift my head to look at them, only for a hand to grip my hair and yank my head backwards to make me look at them. I whimpered from the pain that shot through my skull, but I could hardly see the male's face. Half of his face was shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to see any emotion on his face apart from the raw fury in his eyes.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?" I heard myself ask, my voice surprisingly strong in such circumstances. Without any warning, he punched me straight in the jaw, snapping my head to the side as I spat out blood. Feeling pain wash over me once more, I tried to curl instinctively into a ball, but with no avail.

"You shall not speak unless you are spoken to first!" he roared at me, yanking at my hair again and I was unable to hold in my cry of pain this time, tears streaming down my face. He seemed to smile smugly at the sight of me and I spat more blood out of my mouth and he let go of my hair again. He slowly walked around me, examining me as I ignored him, fearing yet more pain.

"You're a lot braver than I thought you would be" he said to himself, and I knew not to answer him this time "It has taken a great deal of time and money to find you" he said to me, crouching down in front of me. He lifted his hand and I automatically flinched away from it. Laughing softly to himself, he gently held my face and turned it to meet his gaze. I held his eyes with my own, unwilling to back down and admit defeat. He held my gaze for a minute or two then looked away. I could sense that he felt uncomfortable and felt a slight sense of smugness at that fact.

"Your eyes are so much like your father's" he mused, standing back up again, and I noticed how toned the muscles in his arms were, as he wore a short-sleeved t-shirt. If this was a normal situation, I would've admired him and his muscles, but I made sure that I kept my eyes averted, not wanting to be distracted. "Surely you must know why you are here?" he asked me, circling once again "You may speak" he added when I did not reply.

"Is it to do with my father?" I asked, uncertainty evident in my voice but with no tremble like I had expected. The man stopped pacing yet again and looked at me in surprise.

"You do know who your father is, don't you?" he answered my question with another question, which infuriated me. I hated people answering questions with another question. It was one of the many things that annoyed the hell out of me.

"Yes, I do know that my father, Charlie Swan, is the mafia boss of the Dwyer-Swan mob" I relied, sounding bored even to myself. The man rushed towards me and slapped me round the face.

"Don't talk to me in that tone of voice!" he snarled, examining his handiwork on my face "And yes, this is about your father. He is indebted to me, and this is how he will pay me back." he said coldly, answering my question. "Do you know who I am?" he asked harshly and I silently shook my head.

"May I ask a question?" I asked in a small voice, not wishing to be hurt further. He gave me a sharp nod, his eyes fierce. "What has this got to do with me? Any quarrel you have with Charlie, I mean my father, should be dealt with him. Why does this involve me?" I asked quietly, looking at the floor. I heard a ghostly chuckled emit from him before he answered.

"Your father killed one of the most important people in my life, and now I am simply returning the favour." he said, and I could hear him shrug. Surprisingly, I felt no rush of panic or fear at what he had said. I had expected my life to be in danger ever since Charlie had first told me what his real job was.

"And now you're going to kill me." I stated in a strong voice, finally looking up at him not wanting him to think that I was small and weak. He nodded slightly, not breaking our stare "Well do it then" I said quickly, surprising both of us with my boldness.

"Oh, no. Why would I kill you now, when I can have a little fun with you first?" he sneered, and felt a tiny flash of fear course through me but I didn't let it show in my eyes. I stared back up at him defiantly, trying to act like I wasn't scared of him.

"Who are you?" I asked quietly. His eyes hardened slightly, before he realised that I was just genuinely curious. He crouched down in front of me again so that we were at level heights.

"I am the sworn enemy to your father, Charlie Swan. I am the mafia boss of a rival mob, and we are avenging the murder of our last leader, my father. Your father's men killed him when he was unarmed which shows cowardice and disrespect. My name is Edward Cullen."

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So, what do you think? I know it probably seems to be a really short chapter, but I'm sorry. It seemed appropriate to finish the chapter here. I'm not sure how long the other chapters will be compared to this.

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