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Chapter 1

"Mr. Cullen, here's the faxed information from Volturi Industry. Mr. Aro wants you to look it over."

"Fine", I sighed. I waved Angela away. Volturi Industry is pressuring me to work with them ever since I'm quickly rising above them. The Volturi consists of three perverted brothers, Aro, Caius, and Marcus. They are like fifty years old but still fuck girls doesn't even reach half their age. What can you say? Money can really get you anything.

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"Alice, we are leaving. Call Rosalie right now and ask her if she wants to come." I spoke. Alice is my little sister. She's twenty right now which makes her 3 years younger than me. She's trying to become a designer and is known as the Trixie brand. Rosalie is Alice's friend and twenty five years old. She's a mechanic which becomes useful with Alice and I in the family.

Alice in true fashion, spewed out all of her questions at once.

"Where are we going? Are you just going to abandon your work? How can I pack my bags? When's the flight?" Alice rambled. "Wait, don't answer, let me call Rose first."

She flipped open her cell phone and placed Rose on speaker. "Rose! Get your buttock over to my house. We are going on vacation." Alice screamed.

Rosalie, whom is already used to the loud noises Alice produce, asked calmly, "where and why."

"Where and wh-"

"I know, Alice. The phone's on speaker." I smirked. Alice looked sheepish and shrugged. The phone cackled.

"I hate to interrupt your little moment, Edward, but answer my damn question." Rosalie demanded.

"Well, answer her question, Edward." Alice scowled, "I still need to pack and I don't think I have enough time."

"Okay! Okay!" I calmed both women. "I think we are going to Isle Esme-at nine pm." Alice and Rosalie both screamed in unison. "That's only six hours from now!" Alice's eyes were wide with horror. She started screaming nonsense. Rosalie cleared her throat to gain my attention, "Edward, since Alice cannot form a coherent sentence right now, where are we meeting up?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Well?" She asked. "At Denny's Milkshake." I confirmed.

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After five hours, twenty one minutes, a broken lamp, two strawberry and one vanilla milkshakes later, everyone was ready. I hurried everyone into my Aston Martin which is how a tight fit because of the four suitcases the girls packed, and that's not including their duffel bags and purses. I only packed one suitcase.

"'Kay, Edward. Drive." Rosalie grunted as she wrestled a hair straightener into her purse.

I glanced at her from the rear view mirror.

"Why do you have a hair straightener, Rose? We're only staying there for a month. Plus, it's a private island, no one will be able to go there except for family." I asked.

"Why are you a virgin? Why do you fix your hair in the morning? I don't know…." She pretended to ponder the thought for a second, "Maybe... Maybe YOU'RE JUST A DICK?" She retorted back. I raised my hands in surrender as I shifted gears and started to drive.

"God, I heard chocolate is good for PMSing, Rose." I muttered.

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