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Bella POV

She was being looked down upon again. It was the third time this week and for heaven's sake it was only Monday.

Firstly, she had paid her rent one day late, luckily had taken pity upon her. Secondly, she had to apply for more finical support for college and now her boss Macro, was looking impressively red as he lectured her on being 15 minutes late for her shift.

"I'm sorry, the bus was late. Which meant I missed my connection." It felt like the hundredth time she had voiced that excuse.

"Bella..." Ah there it is, the face. The face of pity. "… I cannot keep looking the other way, it's the 7th time this month you've started late or had to leave early, the others are complaining."

Turning her head a fraction of the way to the left, Bella could see her fellow employees huddled around the bar. Unconvincing all cleaning the small 5ft bar top.

However the bitch Jane didn't do subtle and was stood openly glaring and listening to the conversation.

Bella glared back, If only she knew, if only. Jane would be lucky to be breathing, by the time he was done with her.

"BELLA. ARE YOU LISTENING? THIS! THIS! Is what I'm talking about, get your head in the game and in the job." And that was Bella's cue to creep off into the locker room and get ready for the 10 hour shift she was about to torture herself with.

3pm to 3am was the shift that Bella dreaded. Every 2nd Friday of the month, after being in college from at 8am all Bella wanted to do was go to bed.

Add a 4 month baby whom would need a 4am feed into the equation and all Bella wanted to do cry.


Edwards POV

Whiskey? A double whiskey? After the day of hell Edward had just had he just looked on, past the poor waitress who was currently shaking like a leaf.

"Erm, Amanda? Mind if I call you Mindy, yeah Mindy can we just have a bottle of Whiskey. Sealed please." Emmett whispered as he tried to defuse a potentially explosive situation.

Edward was still miles away. Brooding. Which according to Emmett was his new favorite past time.

Sitting back down Emmett sighed, "It was only half a million."

Edward quirked an eyebrow.

"In hindsight, what's half a million when you're a couple off being a billionaire?"

Is he for real right now, is he actually real.

"Are we related? How are we related? It's not about the money, it's about respect. One shop keeper thinks he take advantage, their all going to think they can."

"He's hardly took advantage of you, you dropped half his body in a bath of acid and then chucked him into the river. Give it 3 days and he will wash up on the shore and be front page news."

Edward chuckled. 2 years. 2 years it's took him to take his father's failing immoral business and turn it into his own empire.

Edward Masen dealt in drugs, tracking and prostitution.

Edward Cullen dealt in guns, cars, business and dabbled in drugs.

But the 2 years it took Edward to gain power, respect, money, and security. Also meant that Edward had to spend 2 years distancing himself from his life Bella, and in the last 4 months also his daughter. Because until this point Edward had been tested, shoot at, sent bombs, kidnapped and dragged to the police station more times than he could count.


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