I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING TWILIGHT SAGA RELATED, IT ALL BELONGS TO THE GREAT AND POWERFUL STEPHANIE MEYER...WHOM I WISH WOULD GIVE ME MORE TWILIGHT...hint hint...BUT IN THE MEANTIME I WILL SETTLE WITH THE FANTASTIC AUTHORS OF FANFICTION.

This is a RATED M fic and will contain at some point, Violence, adult themes as well as a large age difference between the main characters. Be warned. If that is not something you can read or fathom, turn away now as this will not be a story you will enjoy.

I PROMISE IT GETS BETTER AFTER THIS INITIAL CHAPTER.

Chapter 1.

CPOV

"I don't think you are understanding the severity of this situation..you have failed to repay me what you owe. It was from the kindness of my heart and the loyalty i felt towards you as my longest friend that you were granted such an extended amount of time. Why have you continued to make me look a fool?"

"Carlisle I-"

"Your excuses are of no interest to me anymore. You have but 3 days. That is final, my friend."

I put the phone back down in the cradle and clasped my hands together and leant back in my chair. Oh how people seemed to enjoy irritating me, on their heads be it. Keeping calm was something that had kept me alive many times and many times i had seen others lose their heads..both physically and in a manner of speaking. It almost brought a chuckle to my mouth. Leaning forward, I pressed the button located beside the resting phone and waited for the cavlary to arrive.

They met my eyes and sat down across from myself, awaiting instruction.

"My boys, as you are aware the time has come in which we must make an example out of those who do not understand the severity in their situations. We cannot continue to let this be a problem, we do not want anyone to believe we have become soft." Looking at the three men in front of me, I couldn't have been more proud of the men they have become. Each with their own characteristics, made up a most deadly operation. It was hard to believe or think back to a time in which they were all still very small, eyes filled with wander and happiness. Although still the same boys, they learnt to adapt to this way of life. Home and family life remained the same throughout their years, but work- they were to abandon their thoughts and feelings and do their job. Looking to my oldest, at 29 years old he was set to take over. Emmett had learnt well and it truly was fortunate that he had taken to his role- now and upcoming- with complete ease. His two brothers followed closely behind, although not the oldest they still had to have the same ethics my oldest and I had. It was the rules and the rules had remained unchanged through the generations.

"It has been a long time coming, Dad" Edward, my youngest spoke. Gaining the agreement of his siblings. Giving a nod of my own, i continued.

"But my boys, this does not mean that we cannot mourn their loss. It is very unfortunate that it has come to this. You understand i am sure." To which the two youngest gave their own nod. "I have given him fair warning, It has begun." We each took a breathe, it was hard. It would always be hard when someone you cared for greatly was to be on the opposite end of a glock at your own word.

"And what of the others? Bel-" I stopped him, Jasper was the most level headed and strategic of all my boys. His military planning had been an immense part in most if not all of our jobs.

"If i am right in reading, she is almost at her end. There was nothing more that could be done for her." Thinking of my wife, she would be utterly devastated. "And for Piccolo...they have their orders, no harm will be coming to her. Edward-" Turning to look back at my youngest. "You will be following behind, She will be our responsibilty afterward. You see to it that she is brought home safely." I took a brief pause before elightening them on the news we recieved but one day before. "It is also detrimental that they know we do not stand for what they have done, although i ddoubt very much that they had any genuine incentive behind the extortion. There is little more i can do for him now, except hope that we get to him first" After much more talk on the subject, i finally dismissed them. Relieving them so they could go back to their fidanzata. As they were leaving however, i called on Emmett to remain behind.

"Son, it is not of common knowledge that our friend has gotten himself in to quite the ordeal. Hopefully, we will be the ones to put him out if his misery." Emmett nodded, before stretching out with his arms behind his head.

"Now dad, don't take this the wrong way..."He began, not averting his eyes. "Do you really think it's necessary to carry this out with me?" He leant forward, resting his elbows on his legs with his hands clasped together. "I just don't think it needs to happen. She would be safe enough as it is, why the extra details?"

He brought forward a good argument but what was done, was done. The papers had already been 'filed' and it was as good as done. "Emmett, The others..they're after him. If they dont get their chance to off him, who do you think they will turn to next?" I said, but before he could answer i continued. "She wont ever be safe as his daughter, that is why my son." He let out a loud sigh and accepted that it is, what it is. His brothers had already been informed, and as i understand had gotten quite a ribbing for it all.

Soon enough, they would all realise that we have always been as others say; we are power, we are strong and we hold no mercy. No friend, foe or family would double cross us..Famiglia Cullen.

Telling my dear Esme, had been nothing short of a heartbreak. To see her bright eyes downcast as she registered the news broke me, i hated nothing more than this wonderfully bright, earnest woman being anything other than happy and full of joy. She understood of course the reason it must happen, although hoping beyond hope that it could be different.

"And it is all sorted for-" Placing a finger underneath her chin, she looked at me. Hope in her eyes, she needed to know she would be safe. The maternal instinct in her would never hear of her being harmed. She wasn't our own, but she had been in every sense of the word. Esme had always wanted a daughter, as had i but it just happened that we were blessed with 3 boisteruous boys. Healthy, happy and loved and we couldn't want for more than that. "I just wish she were here now my love, so she would not be anywhere near harm." Such a loving creature is my wife, God help anyone who came between her and her children, Even I, Capo Cullen would not come between them.

"La nostra bellissima nipotina, Baby Bug sarà al sicuro il mio amore, nessun danno arriverà a un capello sulla sua testa" I promised, although i had no intention of that promise being broken, We were all blissfully unaware that we were too late.

Okay, so a really short first chapter but i always suck at starting stories so i knew unless it got written, it never would be. I really do hope you guys enjoy it and remember, ALL criticism is GOOD...unless you're actually just being mean. That's not fun, spread the love Guys. Seriously though, anything is good for me to work on, whether you see problems in the writing, or things dont add up and you're really confused. I can change and rectify the problems but only if YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE people point them out. Im usually distracted with the 3 Year old nutcase that is my daughter and the 16month old mummies boy that refuses to leave me alone; or let me eat, or use the toilet or even look anywhere but in his direction. So usually writing is done on an evening when i have more time...*SIGH* If only there was more time. Id have the cleaning, ironing and uniform all done and dusted and could write without those distractions. Unless of course Masterbates wants attention...FYI Masterbates is my partner...Last name is Bates. Kids recieve letters when they're younger with the title MASTER. It stuck.

And now im waffling on and i've no idea why. Did you really need to know his name? Could've called him Cal which IS his name but where is the fun in that and i hope you guys see the fun in it...if not you probably wont read a lot about him anyway.

SOOOOO, basically i used Google Translate for anything in ITALIAN. I apologise profusely to anyone who is fluent, not fluent, Italian or otherwise if it makes absolutely no sense. And as i've checked with what is written here, when typed back in to google translate...it makes absolutely no sense. *FACEPALM* If someone would like to tutor me in Italian, that'd be A OKAY too...Such a beautiful language. And i bet the Pizza and pasta is good to aye ;) But seriously, I wish i could speak the language. Maybe one day.

Had an idea, litterally seconds ago guys...how fun would it be if you guys asked me questions and i would answer them in this little authors note? If that idea sucks then forget it but ill try to answer 100% of questions, no matter how awkward they are. Might be interesting to see whats in your guys minds to ask a complete stranger...Let me know in the comments guys.

LOTS OF LOVE.

AS PREVIOUSLY STATED I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS THEY BELONG SOLELY TO STEPHANIE MEYER; CREATOR AND GENIUS OF WHAT IS THE TWILIGHT SAGA.