Escape Route

Chapter One : Breaking Dawn

WARNING : Mobward, Darkward, language, badass Bella.


"Two shots of whatever you got that's strong babe… I'm feeling pretty damn lucky tonight." he was tall, cocky, and relatively handsome compared to some of the men that had waltzed into her bar before, but that didn't mean he'd get to cop that feel any faster then any of the other sick fucks that walked in either. Before his hand could even connect with her ass, she'd had his wrist broken as he cussed and slammed his other fist down on the table, his colleagues surrounding him reeling in shocked silence as she dropped his hand and glared at him. She wasn't stupid, she was a pretty girl alone in New York... she could hold her own when it came to grabby assholes in NYC.

"You ever come back here again, and I'll break more then just your wrist. Now take your friends, and get the fuck out of my bar." she all but spat at him as he lunged for her, not as fast as his friends though, that opted for the smarter decision in taking their crippled partner and sneaking out the side entrance without another word.

With a sigh, she turned back to the bar and walked around the side. Tossing the pad of paper and tray on the shelf below the marble counter top as she grabbed a clean cotton towel and began wiping down the crystal and glass glasses Angie had just finished cleaning before opening. "It's a good thing you're so good with people in this business…" Tyler laughed with a smirk as Bella scoffed and shook her head, waving him off with a tray and a cloth to grab empties and wipe tables as she looked around her bar with a small smile.

Breaking Dawn was the only gift Isabella Volturi ever accepted from her father. It cost her a Christmas Dinner, lunch on Father's Day, and a New Years Party to get the loan, and she wasn't lying when she said she was scraping the bottom of the barrel when she finally relented and went to him for help. She was a college grad that had no steady employment, three mediocre jobs and a shitty apartment on Danforth to her name. Aro was the only chance she had at getting her loan and when she finally did and finished her project, she paid him off as soon as she possibly could, with little to no extra interaction involved. She showed up at the family Christmas Dinner on Christmas Eve and quietly ate turkey at a long wooden table with a bunch of family members she hadn't seen or talked too in years, she let Aro's chef make her lunch on Father's Day, and she dressed up for her father's annual New Years Ball, stayed for two dances, then went to the bar down the street. When she finally raised enough to pay her father back, she wired it to his private account as quickly as she could and cut all ties with him. And that was all she wanted to do with him, her dept was paid, and she didn't need him at all. He may have been all she had left for blood family, but that didn't mean she had to act like it.

Charlie Swan, her birth mother's boyfriend, was a whole other story. He'd been more of a father to Bella then her actual dad ever had, and she was still trying to figure out why the hell he stuck around. Renee was a dead beat gold digging stripper that slept with Aro countless times to win his affections... she thought he'd leave his wife and give her the rich, sophisticated life she always dreamed of. When Renee had Bella, Aro feared his wife and his workers would find out and he threatened to have the two offed, so she did the only safe thing she thought she could, and got with a police officer. When she died, Bella expected to be tossed into foster care, but Charlie stuck around… showed her more and taught her more then her mother ever could have and when Aro realized that Bella was still alive, after he failed to produce any more children with his wife, Charlie hid her until she was old enough to legally be free from anything to do with Aro. Now, while Charlie lived comfortably on a police pension in Forks, Washington, Bella opened her own business and took the late night bar scene by storm. She'd been open for a little over four months and continuously had customers pouring in all the time. She loved her job and once more it was everything she wanted for herself at the moment.

"Excuse me? Could I get a Jack on the Rocks please?" a gruff, slightly accented English voice called out as Bella turned slightly startled and embarrassed to be caught day dreaming on the job to look at the at the newcomer seated at her bar. There was a steady flow of people in there now, and the servers and bartenders were relatively busy rushing around to fill orders. He was wearing all black, with a leather jacket and stubble on his chin, a gruff, sexy look about him. He looked to be in his early thirties and a little worse for wear, but he looked good enough for Bella to charm her way over to him with a little more sway in her step and her 'all service' smile on her lips.

"Rough day hun?" she asked, pouring his drink in front of him as she grabbed a coaster and set it down near his hand, leaning on the bar as she met his gaze. His eyes were blood shot and the bags under his eyes told a million stories. Stories Bella decided it wasn't worth her time as she softened her sultry gaze and offered him a more compassionate smile. She was damaged enough as it was, she wasn't looking to drag along his damaged goods as well.

"You married?" he asked as Bella shook her head and looked around.

"Does work count?" she asked as she gestured to the bar with a laughing smile. One he didn't return.

His heartbroken expression never faltered as he stared up at her. "I fell in love with my wife on a holiday I took with college friends, we met in Cuba, and I moved to America to chase after her after two weeks. I proposed in front of her entire family, and we've been married for five years. I was head over heels for her. I-I missed my fathers funeral to take her to the airport on her first big business trip. I thought we were in love… I would have done anything for her…" he was practically broken down on her bar, and to be completely honest, Bella didn't even know what to do with him. Throw him out for turning off other customers, kick him in the balls to remind him he had some, or pour him another shot.

Bella decided to opt for a more sympathetic approach instead.

"So what's the problem?"

"She's been cheating on me for three years, with my boss… and everyone knew about it but me. Jesus they must have been laughing their asses off at me. I'm a joke. I never knew. She just served me with divorce papers and I don't even know what I'm supposed to do. She's been my whole life for half a decade… I can't even go home." he all but sobbed as Bella sighed before pulling out four shot glasses. Pouring all four, Bella drank two quickly before pushing the other two towards the man. She didn't make enough to deal with this shit as much as she'd had to in the last four months.

Turning away, Bella stopped and mentally tried to talk herself out of it, but she couldn't help her big mouth. Snapping back quickly with a sigh, she leant in closer to the man who only watched her with slight confusion in his eyes tears that threatened to spill over. "Can I offer you a little advice from someone that's watched countless divorcees drink all their pain away?" she asked as he looked up at her with red puffy eyes and nodded sadly. "If you ask me hun, this wife of your's obviously wouldn't know a good thing if it hit her right in the fucking face… So hears what you're gonna do, you're gonna drink tonight… and tomorrow, you start over. You take that sexy ass and build a new life without her, because believe me… there is nothing else in this world that will drive her more crazy. And if she's too god damned stupid to realize what she fucked herself out of, then you were the one stupid enough to marry that dipshit in the beginning anyways." Bella stated as she turned to the other bartenders. "Get this gentleman whatever the hell he wants, it's on me tonight." she winked before crawling out from behind the bar to the floor to help Tyler out waiting tables.

To be honest, she loved mixing the most. Not so much serving, or cleaning... but creating actual drinks. Not because she felt like an inventor, or anything special like that, but because she just felt so awesome doing it. It was something she was good at, something she could have done in her sleep. And to be quite honest, she enjoyed it, she loved it.

After working the floor for a few hours, it was closer to eleven when Bella retreated back behind the bar, her legs finally taking on their first aches from bustling around after customers and tables. The leather clad mess that had downed the shots and his Jack left shortly after asking for the number of the nearest Holiday Inn, as well as Jess, another server, and walked out with a new purpose in his steps. Bella had to chuckle slightly watching him leave as she shook her head and wiped down the bar while cleaning off the dirtied glasses. She dealt with customers like him more often then she'd like to admit, but it seemed like someone like Leather Man just needed a stiff neck and a kick in the balls to get on his feet. His entire life wasn't over. He was hot, and young, and seemed like someone that could be successful in whatever he was interested in doing. He was going to be just fine, and Bella couldn't help the little shot of pride that struck her when he walked out.

When the door opened again, this time… she felt the atmosphere of the bar shift. Most times she got the same feeling when a group of businessmen walked in, the arrogance and seniority was there, but despite the attitude, they were respectful, and they left good tips. Or when a bachelor or bachelorette party sauntered in on a bar crawl, they usually bought up enough liquor to waste an entire town, and usually left a cheery, amused staff in their wake. This time though, Bella felt trouble… and every time trouble walked into her bar, it was one more headache to add to the lot.

Too bad this trouble was a first class panty-dropper.

"Excuse me… is the owner here?" a sultry voice asked over the low murmur of the crowd and music as Bella could have moaned at the sound of his voice alone. It was husky and deep and sophisticated and radiated power and dominance… she was dripping at just the thought of how it would sound screaming her name in an ecstasy induced haze. "Miss?…" the voice called out again as Bella looked up to the smirking face of the voice's owner and lost all coherent thought running through her head.

He was gorgeous.

And not pretty boy handsome.

But drop dead, stone-fucking-cold, panty dropping gorgeous. Tailored in a black suit that might as well of left him naked Bella fought the urge to moan at the sight as she felt herself instinctively bite her bottom lip. He was all man. Climbing over six feet and building like a fucking God, he smirked back at her lust induced coma as he ran a hand through his coppery brown hair and grinned at her. "You know sweetheart," he started again, leaning in as Bella felt the drool pool in her mouth while her eyes fluttered in ecstasy at the cologne he was wearing. "most people would says it's impolite to stare… but as far as I'm concerned babe, you can stare at me anytime… as long as I can return the favour." he winked as Bella shook herself out of her less then appropriate train of thought and went back to clearing glasses, if only to keep her sanity intact.

He was built like a god, and looked like the reincarnation of Adonis while carrying around the air of Ares. He might as well of carried around a "WARNING: Pantry Dropper" sign taped to his head because Bella was relatively collected when it came to men but his voice was enough to have her undone within seconds and needing a costume change. His sharp features and smoldering eyes might as well have been carved by angels and that god damn cocky smirk drove Bella absolutely fucking crazy.

She didn't even know who the hell he was… speaking of, "who's asking?" she finally found her voice as she leaned on the now clean bar and stared back at him. Fantasizing a hundred ways he could take her just on the bar alone.

Don't even get her started on the booths.

"One of my colleagues was in here earlier ordering some drinks to celebrate a job well done, if I don't say so myself, when he was apparently assaulted by one of the workers. I don't know what kind of conditions you lot work in… but I need my men in top form, and he's not very well in top-fucking-form with a broken wrist now… is he?" Adonis asked as if he were questioning a ten year old when Bella's resolve snapped. That was the one part about her job she seriously needed work on. Growing up Bella was excellent about keeping her mouth shut, but when it came to her bar, her service, or her employees… you might as well have quit while you were still breathing, simply because Isabella Volturi had very little tolerance for stupidity, or assholes. And as pretty as Adonis was, someone should very well have stamped 'asshole' across his forehead, as if it wasn't obvious enough to see already.

"Look here asshole, you wanna bring your boys into a bar to feel up a woman by all means, go for it… I can give you the names of several whore houses and strip clubs that should meet your every need, but if you ever send that dipshit back into my bar again to assult my employees, I'll break more then just a wrist."

"Y-"

"Did it look like I was fucking finished to you?" Bella demanded, catching the eye of a couple of the customers seated closest to them at the bar. "Now let's get something straight, you want a drink, then by all means, I can mix you any fucking thing your little black heart desires… but you ever wanna step foot in my bar again, you'll keep your hands to your fucking selves." she spat, turning as she stalked back to the other side of the bar, the confident sway of her hips leaving beach boy on her left at the bar drooling all over her counter. Turning to face Adonis again, she smirked at his lust hungry expression as his eyes raked over her body, she couldn't help but admit it made her stand a little straighter to have his hungry gaze on her. Smirking, she called out across her bar, "Be sure to pick your jaw up on the way out darlin', and have a wonderful evening." she emphasized before retreating towards her office at the back, the bachelor party watching the game to her left cat calling and cheering her cheeky line as the God smirked and laughed, nodding his head as he moved for the door.

"You know… I don't blame him sweetheart, with an ass that fine I'd find it hard to keep my hands to myself too…" he called back with his hands up, his voice dripping pure sex as Bella cursed him inwardly and shuddered slightly, her body tense as her legs instinctively tightened as she glared at him. "Oh, and you just let me know if you ever need help with that little problem leak you seem to be having."

"You wish…" she spat back in disgust as he smirked and opened the door.

"If that's an invitation sweetheart, you can expect I'll hold you too it. I'd hate for all of that to go to waste... I'll be seeing you very soon doll face, very soon..." he smirked as Bella's jaw dropped when he winked and stepped out of the bar, the swagger ever present back in his step as she huffed and suppressed another glare that threatened to scare off the bachelor party that were out of their seats hollering at Adonis's raunchy comment.

Bastards…


soooo my first mob story. first time trying anything like this and I hope you like it!

I never liked Kristen Stewart or Robert Pattinson as Edward and Bella, so for this story I posted two links to my profile with Edward and Bella. so you can check them out if you like, just because I like them so much better.

but if you want to imagine them as Kristen and Robert... go ahead... but if not, and your interested in the sexiness I envisioned, the links are on my profile ;)

let me know what you thought so far!