Emmett P.O.V

There's something wrong with your character if opportunity affects your loyalty.

I took a drag of my cigarette and looked up at the exterior of the house that belonged to Carlisle and Esme. It was a nice sized two story. It was elegantly decorated, complete with a piano no one ever played and art that I had no idea who it belonged to artistically, with wooden and marble flooring throughout the entire thing, excluding the bedrooms. It was complete with a study and gym and it was more space than the two of them needed. I watched Carlisle's two guest walk out of the front door and nod to me, and I nodded once back before dropping my cigarette to the grown and stepping on it, letting myself back in to the house.

I closed the front door and allowed myself back in to his office.

"Close the door behind you," Carlisle grunted from his place behind his desk.

He was definitely not the man that I met when I was new to the game. He was older. He was slowing down. His hair was graying and he looked more frail then vicious with his left arm in a sling. I pushed his door and then cracked my neck both ways.

"Have a seat, Emmett," he motioned to a chair and I obliged, "We need to talk- about Rosalie."

"Okay," I leaned back comfortably and unbuttoned my suit jacket.

"Rose is my princess. She's my only child- my daughter. You understand that don't you?" he continued without giving me a chance to respond, "Well, I would do anything for my daughter. I would raise hell for her. I would rip this whole damn country apart for her and because you respect me, I have a feeling you will to. So, listen some things may have happened and I may or may not have had a place shot up that may or may not have had some very important people in it, understand?"

"Understood," I nodded once.

Carlisle was always causing havoc through the city.

"Well my sweet, darling princess may or may not be in trouble, if you know what I mean."

"I understand."

"So because you know how much she means to me, you're going to give your post to Alice and you're going to detail her. You're going to sweep through her apartment and do whatever else you need to do in order to make sure that nothing happens to her, because if I die, you'll be a millionaire. But if she dies, you'll be a dead guy. Is this making sense?"

"Perfect sense."

Carlisle was a man of his word and he was also a man that cherished family above all else. He was not trusting Rosalie with a team of handpicked people. He was trusting her to me and me alone.

"I also got you something nice to help keep you on track," He pulled open a desk drawer, retrieved a piece of paper and offered it to me.

I took it in to my hand and gave it a once over. It was legal papers.

"Upon my demise, you're going to be a very wealthy man," Carlisle explained, folding his hands in front of him, "When I die, a house will be given to Rosalie. It's a little two story house out in the country, with horses and the such. She's going to get this home as well of course- should Esme pass on, and the place she currently lives in now along with a little villa out in Rome. She will get to keep her vehicle. She will receive a million dollars and a small account with quarter of a million for any grandchildren I may get after I kick the bucket. She will also get control of my factories. My girl's a great business woman. And you, you're going to get everything else. You're like a son to me and with that being said, all the rest of my estate will go to you. Rosalie's not much for materialistic things. You'll get everything in the garage and whatever business endeavors I'm taking part in. You will also, get all of my illegal activities and my men have already agreed to back you, with the understanding that you'll continue to pay Rosalie and Esme's bills. I don't want my daughter or any of her descendants to ever have to want for anything in their lives. When I die, you're to keep my legacy floating- have some kids, but in return should Rosalie ever come to you- I would hope you be there."

"Of course," I sat the paper back on top of his desk.

"Good, because this business you and I are in, it all revolves around loyalty," Carlisle popped open a box and pulled out a cigar, "And you've been loyal to me since you were 16, kid. You reward that kind of loyalty. You're like family to my family."

"Thank you," I leaned forward and swiftly offered him a light.

"And you know I trust you to be telling you this, Emmett, because now in your head I'm worth more to you dead than alive."

"I wouldn't dream of betraying you, Carlisle," I leaned back in to my chair, "after everything that you've done for Alice, Jasper and I."

"Good, because I may be worth a couple of million now, but that number may keep going up the longer you keep me alive," he chuckled, "For now, just watch over Rosalie for me and Alice and I will take care of the rest."

"Okay."

"Jasper has everything you need," Carlisle took a puff of his cigar and then raised his hand absently, "Leave me."

I stood up quickly and let myself out of his office. Alice, Jasper and I would be taken care of for the rest of our lives. It was obvious Carlisle was starting to feel his humanity. He was always rash and reckless, thinking before acting, but after his recent shot to the arm that he had taken he had slowed down a lot… and if I had noticed I was sure that outsiders had as well.