Here is my submission to the Age Of Edward Contest. I'm going to try to break it up and hopefully re-work it a little. I do love period pieces but it's so hard to catch the voice of the times! Enjoy and be kind to me!

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ISABELLA MARIE SWAN AND EDWARD ANTHONY CULLEN

TOGETHER WITH THEIR FAMILIES

REQUEST THE PLEASURE OF YOUR PRESENCE

AT THEIR WEDDING

SATURDAY, THE 18th OF JUNE 1927

AT 5 O'CLOCK IN THE EVENING

THE INN, MONTAUK, NY

Edward

Edward Cullen sat at the head of the large table, flanked by his father, Carlisle Cullen, and Charles Swan, the head of the Swan organization. His wild, unruly hair was sticking up everywhere as his piercing green eyes landed on every face in the room, sending chills through each man. Truth be told, the young Cullen was feared by most of the men around the table, they just didn't understand the young men of this day and age. Back in their day, they were quick to take their problems out instantly with a swift beating, a clean cut across the throat, a baseball bat, whatever it took. Nowadays these young guns were quick to pull out a tommy gun and shoot up a place.

The large, square table was filled with men in three-piece suits and fedora hats. The room was also filled with low-level men standing against the wall with their guns tucked down the side of their trousers. The room was bare except being filled to the rim with men.

Edward Cullen sat rigid in his seat, staring down at the wedding invitation. He had never laid eyes on his wife-to-be, Isabella or Bella as her father liked to call her. He had no idea if she was beautiful, what the color of her eyes were or what her favorite food was and frankly, he didn't give a shit. He had to marry her - that was simple; their union would create the largest crime family in the world. He would treat her with the utmost respect as his father treated his mother. He wouldn't disrespect her, or ever raise his hand to her, even if they never fell in love. Edward would treat her like royalty, which in any case, she was.

The Cullens and the Swans had fought over territory and rank for decades before the two heads of the families sat down to make an alliance, a pact, a marriage made in mafia heaven. The latest war had lasted three years until finally one of their consigliere advised that, since Carlisle had a son and Charlie had a daughter, their two families could merge and become one. With multiple deaths already on both sides, Charles Swan and Carlisle Cullen sat down to work things out amicably. The result was an arranged marriage between Isabella and Edward.

Edward was his father's second in command. In many ways he'd been the boss of the family since he was eighteen, but he still was technically under his father's tutelage.

Clearing his throat, Edward glanced down at the wedding invitation. All he knew about his new bride was that she had been attending Teachers College at Columbia University and had just graduated in May. He didn't know how he felt about having his wife working, but he had to admit that there was something liberating about her not wanting to go from living off of Daddy to living off her husband.

Edward had never been in a relationship. He settled on bedding a few skirts, content with waiting until he had a wife to be in a serious relationship. Besides, having a piece on the side really didn't appeal to him. Whatever Isabella wouldn't do, he could find between someone else's legs, but he wouldn't keep another woman. That just wasn't his style.

Charles and Carlisle stood up and addressed the room as the men waited with bated breath. Charlie Swan, a tall, older gentleman with a thick mustache, commanded the attention of the room.

"We want to thank you all for coming: this is a very exciting time for all of us. It's time we put the past behind us - forget about all the bad blood between us."

Carlisle eyed Charlie then turned to the crowd.

"Today, my son Edward will take control of our two families, making us one family. The union between my Edward and Isabella will forever make us one. One organization."

Charlie rested his hand on Edward's shoulder and smiled down at him.

"Edward, I am not only trusting you with this family but I am trusting you with my heart, my Bella. I know that you are man enough for both jobs. Salute!"

Charlie raised his glass to the young man who stared straight ahead. The rest of the room followed him and raised their glasses towards Edward.

"Salute!"

The room erupted. Carlisle held up his glass.

"Tonight, our two families become one. Tomorrow we celebrate Edward and Isabella!"

The men drank then all stood up and approached Edward. He stood as he kept his face removed of all emotion shaking the hands of everyone in the room. Charlie Swan stood in front of Edward with his hand outstretched. Edward took Charlie's hand in his own and the two men embraced each other.

"I'm trusting you with everything that is dear to me. Don't let me down or I swear I'll fucking kill you myself."

Charlie patted Edward on the back as Edward leaned back to stare at him.

"I respect your words, but don't you ever fucking threaten me again. I'm marrying your daughter - that means she will be treated like a queen, no matter what. This organization is no longer yours or my father's. It all belongs to me and you two old fucks will respect me."

Edward released Charlie and turned towards his father as Carlisle looked at both of them.

"Everything good?"

Charlie gave Carlisle a nod.

"This kid of yours got some pair."

Carlisle brought Edward into him and smiled proudly.

"He gets them from his mother."