~Walked Outta Heaven and Into My Arms~

Charlie POV

I had to do this. It wasn't for me anymore it was for my daughter that was lying in the hospital bed if I didn't get this money her heart would give out and she would be gone. I wouldn't let this end

even if it meant my pride, but nothing meant more to me than my daughter. She was the only thing I had left and I would be dammed if I ever let her get taken away from me again. That Bitch Renee

took her from me once and I fought day and night to get her back. I have threatened boys all over this state that if they touched my daughter and ever tried to take her innocence they wouldn't dare to open their eyes to the light again.

Before I left I made sure to straighten out my uniform and make sure that my gun and walkie-talkie stayed in the safe, for where I was about to go, one gun wouldn't ever help me. I was about to ask

the devil himself to save my little girl my little Isabella, my reason worth living. As I got in the car I thought about all the times that I was afraid I would loess her. From when Renee took her from me at

a couple months, Saying she needed out and that Bella was coming with her and there wasn't anything I could do about it. Then after losing her the first time a couple years later. Waking up to go for

an early jog before heading off to work and spending the rest of the day alone. But then when I opened the door I see a sleeping 3 year old wrapped in a blanket, but not any little girl my little girl my little Isabella. And with her was a note that read:

Dear Charlie,

I was wrong all those years ago I should have left her with you, and let her be your problem. You can have her I won't fight you for her any more; I only did it to watch you like the bitch you always

were. I don't care what you do with her give her away if you really want than give her away let her be something else problem all I know is don't call me.

Renee

I had taken Bella inside to get her warm god knows how long she was out there. I called the 911 and the EMTs rushed over and get her to the hospital where they made sure she was fine and that.

She hadn't suffered at any to no pain; she was a little under weight but over than that she was fine. That was the happiest and scariest day off my life. Seeing her in the hospital for the first time with

tubes and monitors hooked up to her, looking pale and confused even as she slept. I remember thinking that I finally had her back I my life and that I would keep her protected from everything that ever tried to hurt her or ever made he

Before I knew it I pulled up to an old ware house located in Seattle. It belonged to Edward Cullen one of the richest and powerfulness mob boss in the states the police and FBI have been trying for

years to find ways to link him to crime censes, all over the world. He was known as the top of all dogs and one of the youngest in the histories. There was one thing about Edward Cullen that was

different from all the rest in the business. He didn't kill women or children. He saw it as wrong and wouldn't let anybody under his power do it. I prayed one more time that he understood why I was

here and that I needed this for my daughter. She is all I had left and I needed to make sure that she could have the chance to live her life and have a family and husband and do everything and

anything that made her happy. To watch her smile one last time. If they killed me tonight I would still ask for him to take care of her, I would give my heart and put it in his hands if it meant him giving

the money to the hospital to pay for her surgery and watch over her it make sure see would be fine. I go out of the car, took of my hat, and walked to the door. Knocked four times and waited for

someone to answer I could hear yelling and screaming, laughing. It sounded like a bunch of men having a party.

The door opened and the person that I saw standing I front of me was going to be the savior to my dreams or the killer in my nightmares.

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