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Being twenty-five is the best time of your life. Easy living including when you're a Mafia Princess. I can get anything I want with the flick of my wrist and have anyone killed my either my own hands or my best friend Smith & Wesson. My father being Charles Swan might have something to do with it. Since is a very scary man. Now I being a princess, sooner or later princesses become a queen. But not in this fairytale, I'm going to be the fucking king of the Swan Mafia Family. The tradition of the heads of families are male, my father only has girls and doesn't really want to share his name. It's a good thing to I don't think I would allow myself to be apart of an arranged marriage. It's a bit cliché to me. Its always either you love the person you're forced to marry or you fucking hate that person beyond existence.

Now I'm getting off track. My name is Isabella Marie Swan and I am the youngest person in my family. With my two older sisters, Mary Alice and Rosalie. Mary Alice hates her name and just likes to be called Alice. Not that I care she's just Ali to me. Rosalie is only called Rose by family, meaning me, and wants everyone else to call her Rosalie. Our family filled with Italians and is except to be married to an Italian person. The only other Italian family in the Mafia is the Cullens. Though it's an Irish last name. The head of the Cullen family is Carlisle and he is married to Esmeralda (Esme for short). They have 3 children, all boys. The last time my sisters and I had seen the boys was when I was six and my sisters were seven. Then the boys were icky and very annoying. Though we haven't seen or heard from the boys in a very long time. It was like fell of the face of the earth.

Now my sisters and I have been moved out of our parent's house in the Suburbs and made a living. In a way, you have to have legitimate money so the police won't expect that you're hauling drugs or selling guns. I own restaurants, hotels and large apartment building in the city and other places in the world. My dad has a real estate business and makes big bank. Alice has her own clothing line called Pixie Dust. It makes good money though she doesn't go to very single fashion show with her clothes featured in it. She knows she has a duty in Chicago. She has a few boutiques here in Chicago and even in New York, Milan, Los Angeles and Paris. She gave some of her clothes to Wal-Mart, which I thought was the most stupidest mistake ever. But what works works. She said it was for the people who didn't have enough money. That's just a large horse shitting crap. Rosalie has tons of car dealerships around the country. She has this thing with cars. She knows how to fix it with her eyes closed. She knows her stuff around technology too, which is kind of a benefit in our world. She has this mechanic shop that she is always in but enjoys helping people with her cars.

Now, my dad is one scary fucker. Only to mafia side of life. All around is a really nice guy when is comes to close family and friends. He's even nice to people who has worked inside of our house since before I was born. He gets cold towards people he doesn't know. Bit of trust issues in the past and there shouldn't be any problem now. My family does a lot of illegal things. Things that people would go to life for in prison, though we still do. We have friends in the police force and are even close "friends" with the mayor and his wife. Our life turned out this way back in the 1940s. Grandfather Swan came to the United States from Florence, Italy. His family did this kind of life back in Italy, so Grandpa Swan brought it over to the Americas. The only thing he cut out of what his family did was human trafficking. He met Grandma Swan through human trafficking. She was at her first stop at his house and it turned in to love at first sight. Though that shit isn't real. He didn't want her to be trafficked so he brought her to America with him. He took Great Grandfather's money and ran. He did the family business because it was the only thing he knew. He did the drugs, smuggling, and my personal favorite guns. He just recent turned 98 but looks 50 acts like he's 20. Every time we celebrate holidays together or other family functions, he and Grandma Swan fuck like bunnies on crack. It's very disturbing with their old age but I'm sort of glad that I had my childhood bedroom soundproof when I was younger. But one night when I was too fucking lazy to walk to my room a crashed in the upstairs living room, next thing I know I'm hearing horses neigh and I know for a fact that we don't have horses. So I went and investigated. It turns out the horse noises were coming from my Grandparents room. I could look them in the eye for about a week. I mean how would you reaction if heard your grandparents fucking then you imagine what kind of position their in. Yeah, didn't fucking think so.

Today, we're supposed to see the Cullens for dinner and after that I'm going to a club called Tears. It a brand new and is having its first opening tonight. What can I say? I need a little fun in my life. Maybe I might find someone who is willing to fuck. It's been a while and I don't think my rabbit can handle it for a while.

"Bella, Let's Go!" My dad yelled from downstairs. I'm curling my hair and I need to look sexy 24/7. I'm wearing my black dress pants and a white blouse, and I had to add my favorite round toe pumps. It's black with white at the bottom. I'll take a trip back to my penthouse to change for the club.

"I'm coming!" I yelled as I unplug my curling iron and put it away. I look into the mirror making sure my makeup is in place though I'm not wearing as much. Just some eye liner and mascara. My bang is swept over my eyes as its covering my chocolate brown eyes. The rest of my hair is curled over my shoulders and stopped at mid waist. I walk out of room and slowly descend down the stairs. Everyone knows I don't like to be rushed and I start moving slowly. It annoys them to no end but they understand to not do it. The clicking of my heels hit my parents Maplewood floor, everyone looks in my direction.

"Ugh, finally. I swear you go turtle slow pace," Rose says. She has her hand on her hips and her blue eyes are burning with anger. It anyone else they would have peed themselves, but since I'm her sister and I've seen it a lot. It doesn't quite scare me anymore. "We've been waiting for what felt like hours for your fat ass."

I rolled my eyes. "One, Say my ass is fat one more time and I'll blow that pretty blonde head of yours off. Two, I don't like to be rushed, I have all the fucking time in the world so leave me the fuck alone." I said, sounding intimating meaning that not to say another fucking word or you'll be sorry.

"Whatever, Bitch," She huffed. Now she's all mad.

"Fuck You, Slut,"

"Dickwipe"

"Asswipe"

"Dip Shit"

"Shit Dip," I came back with because I couldn't really think of any other comebacks.

"Really, Who Says That?" asked Alice. She may be the shortest she still can cut your balls with a tooth pick. No games.

My Dad rolls his eyes and help mom put on her coat. They walk to the door and goes to Dad's range rover. "This conversation isn't over missy." Rose says with my fake anger. I just smile and walk to the door.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night princess," I say as I head over my Red Street Fighter 848 with a matching helmet. Rosalie and Alice are riding in Alice's yellow Ferrari. Dad's car is speeding out of our estate and I follow close behind him. I wonder the reason as to why we are going to see the Cullens. It's not like we see them all the time with the exception of mother, whose close friends with Esme.

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