YEAR-2012

EPOV

Fury, intense fury was coursed through my body. Blood, I wanted his blood, I wanted to see him grovelling at my feet like a dog.

Arrrgh! The man cried out loud. His screams only made me angrier. Pathetic scum.

I punched the scoundrel's face again. The bastard deserved it. Even he knew it. Nobody spoke to me like that.

"NOBODY EVER SPOKE ABOUT MY FAMILY LIKE THAT AND GOT AWAY WITH IT".

None of the onlookers dared to interfere. They knew not to. They knew the consequences of pissing me off.

They knew that fucker had brought it upon himself. They knew me well enough and no one was crazy enough to pick up a fight with him. Yet this one had dared. And now he was paying the price in blood.

I was still seething inside. The anger blurred my vision. I wanted to kill.

Gradually I became aware of the hands pushing me away from the bloodied pulp. I barely felt the pain when the policeman shoved me into the van and handcuffed me.

My ears were still ringing. Ringing with the scum's voice taunting my mother.

My eyes never strained from the bloodied form which lay on the floor gasping. I wasn't done with him, not yet. The man had yet to suffer. The man had dared to speak against the Cullens!

Death would be too kind for the likes of him. I would make sure he pays for his uncouth mouth.

I was in a cell. As if that was something new. I could hear noises outside. It was the lawyer's sucking it up with the police to get me bail.

As if they would dare to restrain me here. If they valued their lives they would know what to do.

I remember my first time here, I was sixteen and had beaten up a classmate. Dad was not pleased. But that was nothing new even then. I was used to dad being pissed at me. I could count on one hand the times dad had actually been happy with me.

It's been 8 years since my first visit here. That day had just been the beginning. I guess I worsened as I grew. Nobody owned me, nobody bossed me around.

No wonder Aron was the perfect son in dad's eyes while I had always been the black sheep.

It's been 20 minutes. I was bored. The goddamn lawyer was talking too much time. How much longer would it take?

15 minutes...nah that was too long. 5 was more than enough...fine I will give them 10 minutes, if they didn't take me out of the cell in 10 minutes, God help them .I smirked.

Dad had many faults but carrying his last name certainly had benefits.

I was brought out of my musings by the sound of the cell door opening. I was called outside. 8 minutes- I checked my watch.

"Seems like you bastards are lucky." I smirked at him.

I walked out without waiting for his response. No one dared to stop me. Of course not. I was the prince. The poor fellows lived by licking dad's feet. If they dared to raise even a finger at me, they knew they will be suffering the wrath of the Cullen's forever.

My father and brother ruled this world. While I ran it. Nobody dared to speak or act against us. We were the royalty of the modern world...nobody dared to raise a finger against the Cullens!

Because they knew that it might well be the last thing that they ever did.

Jones was waiting for me. "Give me the keys", I motioned.

"Sir, I have orders from your father…" he began, but a glance was enough to silence him. He passed the keys silently and moved aside.

I knew what my father wanted. But my dad's lecture will have to wait, the time in jail had made me cranky and I needed to loosen up before facing wrath of "the Carlisle Cullen!"

* Twenty years had passed since the events of the first chapter. I hope you guys liked Edward's entry into the story. Bella is gonna be here soon too...the next chapter will be posted soon :)