Hello Everyone! This is my first Twilight fanfic. Even though I'm not exactly certain at the moment where I am heading with this I know that there will be lemons, probably a lot, cursing, violence, so please don't tell me I didn't warn you.

This is only a short introducement for the characters, and the story line. I would like to know what you think, if I should continue, or not.

Also, I'm looking for a beta. English is not my first language, and I know I make a lot of mistakes. They can also pre-read, and kick my ass if needed.

Anyway, enough talk, let's get to the story.

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT THE STORYLINE.

CHAPTER 1

I stretch my arms above my head, yawning softly, slowly opening my eyes, letting the light getting to my vision without blinding me. I roll over in the bed, making a face as I see it's raining again. The weather is dark, grey, and wet, not one what helps to improve ones mood, or makes anyone want to get out of the bed.

I could stay in bed all day if I decided to but my stomach decides to make a disapproving sound, the sign I do have to go out if I don't want to starve to death.

I roll out of the bed with a sigh, heading to the bathroom. Taking off my top, and boyshorts I glance over my shoulder, looking for some give aways about my last night. Mr. Brooke loves biting, it's his thing but fortunately, no bruises this time.

I smile to myself as I step into the shower, letting the hot water sooth my body. This will be an easy day, a charity ball with General Adams. I like the man. He is respectful, kindhearted, let alone he has never wanted to touch me. He doesn't want sex. All what the General wants is someone keeping him company.

In my line of work there are three kind of men, one who is done in 5 minutes, one who has special requests, and one who wants an arm candy. Luckily, the General is the last one. It gives me a relaxing time, also he is a great conversation partner.

Stepping out of the shower I tug a towel around my body, tiptoeing to the kitchen, opening the fridge. Bread, jam, and peanutbutter. I have enough normal food while I'm working. The fanciest restaurants, the best meals. I don't waste money on food for home.

Let alone, buying horribly expensive designer dresses is going with the job, and it doesn't help me to spare anything, so I have to catch the money somewhere.

My eyes wander to the calendar, seeing the date makes me sigh. Well, happy birthday Bella, I think to myself. Maybe because this is a special occasion I can spoil myself a little. Yes, that will be it. I will just go, and see Jess at the cafe.

I grab my favourite ripped jeans, a black tank top, pull my white hoody over my head, pulling my hair in a bun, and I'm ready to go. I prefer no make up at the time when I'm not working, I have to wear more than enough otherwise.

Pulling my hoody over my head I quicken my steps, trying not to get all soaked for the time I get to the cafe what is right at the corner.

I enter the place, feeling happy it isn't busy yet, I'm pretty much the only person at the moment. I head to the counter.

„S," Jess almost screams as she sees me, throwing herself over the counter, pulling me into a huge hug. All those happiness, and giddiness in only one person. „I haven't seen you in God knows how long!"

„I was busy, sorry girl," I smile at her, sitting to one of the bar chairs.

„Always work… Don't you ever get tired of it?" She asks, pouring me a cup of coffee, putting it in front of me.

If you only knew, I think to myself, sipping my coffee. Nice, black coffee, black, like my soul.

„A girl has gotta do what she's gotta do," I shrug slightly.

I'm not the kind of person who whines about their unfortunate fate. I have a reason to do what I'm doing, I have a goal to reach, and I'm not stopping until I don't get what I want. Not that Jess, who thinks my name is Serena knows what I'm doing for living.

„Don't look but hottie over there is staring at you," she giggles like a teenage girl.

I look over my shoulder, seeing a man sitting in one of the boots. I run my eyes over him. He must be around 6", maybe even taller, not sure since he is sitting. Well built, his black tight t-shirt showing off a nice 6 pack as far as I can tell. Messy brown hair, probably got caught in the rain. My gaze moving further upwards, and our eyes lock. I catch my breath for a moment, a shiver running through my body, his gaze holding mine, pitch black eyes, almost hipnotizing.

I tore my gaze away immediately. There is something wrong about him, something what sets my alarms off. He is trouble with a capitale „T", it's easy to tell, not someone who I want to get mixed up with.

„I told you not to look," Jess rolls her eyes, still giggling like a schoolgirl.

„I'm sorry, girl but I gotta go," I mumble, wanting to get away from him, wanting to go as far as I can to avoid his presence, and this feeling in the pit of my stomache what he caused.

„What? But you just arrived! And you can't seriously want to leave Mr. GQ here!" She whines, giving me the puppy dog eyes.

„We are not playing at the same ground," I smile, shrugging slightly as I stand up, putting some cash on the counter.

„How can you say that? He is hot as hell, you are hot as hell, where is the problem?"

The problem is that Mr. GQ does not want to get involved with a known escort. Rich, arrogant, probably mummy and daddy's favourite. He is living the American dream, and I'm not Julia Roberts. The last thing I want, or need is getting involved with anyone.

„I prefer ugly men," I wink at her, heading to the exit.

I glance back, seeing Mr. GQ is still staring at me, shrugging the weird feeling off I walk away.

I enter the Magic Cafe, shaking my head, trying to get off the raindrops from my hair. Glancing around I see there is no one else at the place but me. Perfect, less thing to look out for.

„Good morning, Sir," an all smiles young woman greets me, making me shudder. Happy people are not my thing, they make me suspicious that they are hiding something.

„What can I get you?"

„A coffee, please," I answer, heading to one of the boots next to the window.

I want to keep my eyes on the street. I'm here for a reason, and I have to pay attention to find that.

„Here you go, if you need anything else, just let me know," the girl gives me her best smile, putting the cup in front of me, rocking back and forth on her heels.

„Thank you… Jessica," I nod, reading her nametag on her chest. „This would be it for now."

Her smile falls as she walks back to the counter, getting rejected is never a good feeling. But again, she isn't my tipe, also I'm working here, and have no time for flirting.

I'm here to find Isabella Swan, the daughter of one of the most well known Italian maffia head, Aro Volturi, aka my current boss. She is 20, her last known place was Seattle when she was 16, afterwards… She disappeared, vanished like she never even existed.

Volturi was furious when the girl went invisible. He wants her more than anything. She must know something, that's why she is so damn important that I had to travel all the way here from Italy to get her.

Aro wants the girl, the CIA wants him. I hope this would be my last trip before I can get out of this madness. I've been undercover for way too long. This girl might be my door to freedom. Get the girl, and you get the man, easy as that.

I'm sitting there for about half an hour, almost giving up when the door opens finally, and someone walks in. I watch the woman pulling off her hoody, trying to catch a glimps of her face without any success.

She's wearing an at least two sizes bigger hoody, baggy jeans, and a Converse. Interesting choice for a prostitute but I guess she's off work now. She is around 5", very tiny as far as I can tell, massive, long black hair, pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head. On the picture I saw she had brown hair. I need to see her face, I have to know if she is the one who I'm looking for.

The two women chat some. Jessica nods towards me, causing the other woman to turn around. God, she looks like she is 16-17 on the top, her face is so young, give that tiny little body to it, and she looks like the most innocent thing has ever walked the Earth. No wonder men like her. She brings that primal instinct out of every male I bet. Protect, possess, own.

I can see her eyes roaming over me, and I feel my pants getting tighter. She must run a very successful business. Her gaze meets mine for a tiny second, piercing green eyes. She looks away quickly. I'm sitting there, feeling like I've been kicked in the stomach.

There is something about her. As I looked into her eyes, there was something more. That resistence on her face, I wonder if she always has that mask…

I shake my head, groaning quietly, annoyed with myself for getting distracted by a pretty face. I'm a professional, and I'm not her to get laid.

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