I've been running. I've been running from them, but to understand I have to go back.

I was at my father's side, the head of the Irish mob and I successor to him, he was talking to me how well our "district" or "turf" was doing. Everyone loved Father. So I thought.

We were in the back room of our store front, "The Cullen Butcher Shop" with everyone.

My uncles: Cathal, Michael, and Emmet. They were sitting around a poker table playing cards with a beer to their left even cigarettes hanging loosely from their lips. The other men, close "family" like members: Connor and Brian...and there even was my older brother Jasper. Just all the guys together and relaxing, it's been awhile since we have had this.

My father and I were away from the group, further back in the room on an old couch.

He began to speak softly to me.

"Right now our business is great, Edward. No one is trying to sell to our people but and if they do those mother fuckers got another thing comin' for them! No one is causing trouble…just nothing." My father, a traditional Irish man, let out with a wee bit excitement lacing with his heavy accent. I had no idea why he seemed so happy. He opened his mouth, I paused with anticipation.

"Ed, you must understand that you are a man now. You're 18 and your old man might not have much longer on God's green earth…and I want to hand down the family business to you.." he was right about not having much time left..

My heart and soul was filled with happiness that my father was passing such a huge thing on to me, but then I sank…Jasper… he's twenty-five and has more experience with certain situations than I. He was the one who helped me catch up when Dad taught us things, he'd go back step through step and explain more carefully tell me the importance.

"But Dad, why me? Come on, we both know that Liam is the one with more experience in the business than me. He can think clearly when it comes to bust or captures."

"Because, Edward, you are the best for the job and I know it. Beside when I have come and gone, you'll be old enough to handle it." I just turned and smiled as my father nudged my arm with his elbow.

The rest of that day I couldn't help but to walk around with a smile and a skip in my step.
Later that week I noticed other people of our "family" acting secretive. But I thought nothing of it. Even Jasper and my uncles were sneaking around. I regret not ever saying anything. I stayed with my father ever since our talk in the back room.
On Saturday I was working at the shop when a middle-aged woman who looked like hell, probably from some drug we sell to the people. She approaches the counter. Her talk to me was riddled, which only meant that she need to talk to my father and I have been taught what exactly needs to be said.

"They said it would rain tomorrow." She said smoothly

"You can't trust the weatherman, not in the summer." I let out plainly

"It's good it will be autumn soon, then." She said. I nodded.

"Come." I stepped out from behind the counter and led her to a door that took you down a narrow hallway with many rooms: the back room, bathroom, a office (dads), and a room that very many unlucky people go into.

I knocked lightly on the office door.

"Aye." I heard come from closed door.

"Um, Dad a woman is here to see you a," I turned to her.

"Sarah." She said quietly

"Sarah." I finished.

"Send her in."

I opened the door for her. She hesitantly walked in to the office and took a seat.

"Edward, shut the door and go back up front, please." My father and I nodded at each other before I closed the door…
Only I didn't go back up to the front..I stayed behind and listened closely.

"So Mrs. O'brien what can I do for you this mornin' ?" My father asked her.
"It's me daughters boyfriend...He um...well... The fucker has been beating her around all over the place...I was hoping you personally could take care of it.."

Silence...

"What is his name...?" my father was hesitant 'bout this..
"Sean.."
"I need a little more than a first name...You know how many Seans there could be in Ireland..?
"Well I know that you are such good friends with his father..."
"Sean...Sean O'Neil..."

...More silence...This is bad...Very bad...

"I'll see what I can do..."

"Fucking-a..." I let out quietly
l should get back now..

I couldn't help but to think on my dad's meeting with that hag... I assumed that the "job" will be in place soon since it doesn't really require much planning. Probably a couple days..

But that night was hell unleashed for the Cullen family...
September 12, 9:00 P.M :
It was the day of the job. My father, my uncles, and even Jasper...
Now if you looked at us all together, you wouldn't want to fuck with us.
Anyways we showed up to the location where our informant told us where this fucker Sean would be...
We walked down the alley way of some pub. There was a metal door, My dad went and I were the last in. Liam and my uncles made a barrier. Shoulder to shoulder. Then a...
BANG!
Followed by an...
Thud
I watched my father fall before me with his hand clutched to his chest..
He lifted the bloodied hand up to my face..
"Edward...Just," he started to gasp for breath..
"Just know that I love you ..." everything around us faded away.
Tears were falling... I was hyperventilating...
"Shhh...it doesn't hurt...I'm just going home, okay? Tell your mum...tell Esme that I love her and to keep...to-... to keep me in her heart..."
And just like that... My father was gone..
"NO! CARLISLE! NO! YOU BASTARD DON'T YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME! GOD DAMN IT! GOD ! FUCK!" I looked up and there was no "Sean" Nobody but my family smirking...?
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO! WHAT THE FUCK!
"We're sorry Edward...it had to be done..." Jasper said cooly
"NO! YOU ARE FUCKING FAMILY!"
"Aye, we are, but now you are the only one else who we can't have loose ends can we, little brother?" Jasper lifted his gun to my head..
I wasn't going to fucking die with out my fucking vengeance...
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