My Way Or The Highway

Edward Cullen is used to having people bow down to his every word. Bella hates the idea of anyone trying to control and dictate her life. How will she handle being in close proximity with New York's most powerful mobster?

All characters belong to Stephanie!

Drabble-ish fic – Short, regularly updated chapters. Not beta'd!

EPOV

I lounge on my black leather chair at my desk, while having a cigar. My eyes are trained on the security cameras, closely watching the familiar faced man make his way towards my office.

Seconds later there's a knock on the door, it's him. "Come in," I call out and feign surprise when he timidly enters the room. "Charlie, so good to see you. What brings you down to the club?"

I see him momentarily gulp before me. His lips curl up in to a wry smile and he moves over to the seat across me when I motion him over. He rubs his face in an act of nervousness and I refrain from smirking.

They're all the same. They all fear me. Cower away from me and they're all nervous around me. I bask in it, their fear gives me strength.

"I...uh...well there's a bit if an issue," He stumbles over his words like a fool. I fake interest and look on eagerly. He rubs the back of his neck and clears his throat. "I don't have your money," He quickly whisperers in defeat. The whole while, his eyes stray away from mine.

Gone is the act and my mood turns bitter with his admission. "What do you mean you don't have my money?" I grit and stub the cigar in the ash tray. I twist the cigar and it snaps in two. Across me, I see Charlie visibly wince.

Good. He knows he'll have a similar fate unless I get my money.

I glare at him and he quickly speaks, "I'll give it to you at the end of the month. Work doesn't pay well and I-"

I cut him off furiously, "Your work pays well! Your police chief for fucks sake! Maybe if you didn't blow your money on crack then you wouldn't be in this position!"

He shakes his head persistently, "I've stopped all of that, I swear!" A bead of sweat trails down his forehead, outing his lie.

I tut at him and shake my head slowly. "Your lying to me," I lean towards him, my lips curling in anger. "You honestly thought you could lie to me?" I ask, pointing a finger to my chest. I laugh tauntingly. Seconds later I cease my laughter, consequently frightening Charlie.

I slip a hand under my desk and pull out a revolver. I aim it in the centre of Charlie's forehead and tilt my head, gauging his reaction.

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