Escape Route

Chapter Two : Hidden Heir

WARNING : Modward, Darkward, language, badass Bella.

He walked out of the bar with the strongest air of dominance there was in NYC. It was sexy, and alluring, and mysterious… and it reeked power and business. Stepping into the black tinted limo pulled up on the curb, he stepped into the back with the boys and took a deep breath, lowering his head to his phone as he punched in a number he knew off by heart, turning to the others as they watched him with set expressions on their faces.

"I want everything there is on Breaking Dawn… and it's owner." he stated, his tone even, but demanding as the boys nodded and set to work, making calls and searched files through their mobile devices as the car pulled away from the sidewalk, cruising down the city streets as he watched the world pass outside his window.

After three short dial tones, he smirked when his father picked up the other end of the phone.

"Edward." the voice was set, but welcoming. A voice misleadingly soft as he smiled at the thought of his son calling him.

"How's the weather?" Edward questioned back as the voice on the other end chuckled softly before replying.

"Clear as day son." he replied as Edward nodded, despite the fact his father couldn't see it. Most of their conversations over the phone started with the same charming welcome. They weren't in the position to be reckless with their dealings over the phone, they needed to know their phone lines were clear, and this was their best way of doing it. "How was your evening?" he asked as Edward sighed and shook his head. The Cullen di Mare's owned several assets around New York, they were single handily the biggest Mafia family in NYC, rivalled only by their enemies the Volturi, and Edward and his father ran a tight ship, and despite not being the Don as of yet, it was still disgraceful to him that he had to ask his father's aid in something.

"If Aro believes he can buy our alliance with a couple of whores and cheap ass fucking drugs, he's got another thing coming." Edward all but spat into the receiver of the phone before taking a deep breath to regulate his pulse. No matter the relationship between Edward and Carlisle, Edward was still just a Capo in his father's empire, and despite the freedom, and the power he had over the mafia situation, he still had a deeply rooted respect for the man that ran the city. "But that's not why I'm calling." he stated as he looked up to see one of his men shake their heads before passing a cellular device that had pulled up an access denial restriction on Isabella Swan's government file.

"What is it son? What seems to be the problem?" he asked, his tone even as Edward looked back to his one of his soldiers who looked as baffled as he felt, Edward was just better at hiding it.

"I need your resources… Isabella Swan. Her file has restrictions even my team can't seem to get into."

"Of course son, easily done. If it's not to bold, why is it you're so interested?" Carlisle asked as Edward smirked on the other end of the receiver. He knew his father only asked out of courtesy, Edward would have told him anything he wanted to know, but as of yet… his father had never demanded any information. He was one of the classiest men left in New York, and Esme wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Just a problem that needs silencing. Nothing to big, but a personal settlement I'd like to have off my conscious." he smirked as he almost heard Carlisle shake his head at on the other end of the line.

"Just don't forget dinner on Sunday." he sighed as Edward grinned and shook his head. There was no way he was brave enough to miss his mother's cooking. While Carlisle di Mare was the mob boss of NYC, everyone close enough to la famiglia new that it was his wife of thirty years, Esme, that you should be afraid of. She was sweet, and kind, and could cook like no other… but she was also a spitfire to be reckoned with when you got on her rough side. "Your mother asked if you would bring your girlfriend… Tanya?" he added as Edward smirked and shook his head. "I tried to explain son…" Carlisle said suddenly as Edward found himself smiling, "but I don't think your mother fully understands how you operate."

"Sorry Dad, but you know how it is. Besides, I don't think Mum would appreciate la puttana waltzing into her home." Edward offered as Carllisle sighed.

"Very well son, we'll see you on Sunday. Dio vi benedica…"

"Grazie papà, l'amore per la madre." he smiled, hanging up the phone as he turned to Emmet on his left. "Are you sure you couldn't find anything?" he asked as Emmet shook his head.

"Your girl is tricky. Whoever the hell she is, someone didn't want anyone to find her." Emmet offered as Edward shook his head while the limo pulled up to the club on the opposite side of the city. Stepping out, Edward adjusted the jacket of his suit before the boys followed him into the club. Loud music, drunk men, and sweaty bodies grinded on one another as the group walked past the crowd of customers and made their way to the offices near the back, up a set of stairs to a loft with panes of one way glass, sound proof to the noise outside them as the boys walked in and closed the door. Emmet and Edward heading over towards the black leather couches as the boys approached the bar and poured themselves a drink. Edward didn't particularly like the noise all the time, and he needed a place to meet with the boys, but he like to keep a watch on the club, and most times… depending on the occupants on any particular night, so did the boys.

"What's got you so hard after this bird anyways?" Emmet asked as Jasper passed Emmet and Edward a drink before settling himself down into the cushions. Interested as well in Edward's reasoning for bringing his father in on looking into this random girl.

"I'm not hard after her Emmet. But if we let these fucking cunts mess up the boys and someone finds out about it, how's that going to look on us, huh? One of my boys, crippled by a fucking girl?" Edward asked as Emmet laughed and shook his head, taking a swig from his drink as he pulled out his ringing phone. Excusing himself to take a call as Edward waved him off and turned to an intrigued looking Jasper.

"So just threaten her. Play with her head and her bar. She'll know not to cross the boys again, it's that easy." Jasper offered as Edward shook his head.

"Nah, it's not that easy. Dad'd have my balls if I ever messed with the bird's restaurant. You know how he is. HAtes us messing with small-time businesses." Edward shrugged as Jasper nodded. "I just wanna know who the fuck she is." he shrugged as Emmet returned with a grin on his face, the cocky shit smiling from ear to ear as he took another drink.

"The fuck are you smiling at shit face?" Jasper asked as Emmet winked at him.

"Meeting up with Rosie later." he smiled as Edward scoffed and shook his head.

Emmet was family, the older brother that towered over everyone. He was intimidating as fuck, but he'd never run the family business, he didn't have the mind for it. So it fell to Edward. He had the smarts, the mind set, the thought train. It was all there. Edward would be the perfect don. But with the rivalry between the Volturi's, and Edward's still single status, he'd never inherit the mafia. Not until the whole thing smoothed over and he was a little older, more experienced and settled down. Unmarried in their profession made the men look unpredictable, and people don't do business with unpredictable bastards. A wife would give him stability, but Edward knew the kind of woman it took to marry into the mob, and he was seriously doubting there were any left. Not to mention his age. At 25, he had the entire fucking world at his finger tips with his money, looks, and power. There was no way he'd ever find someone serious enough about him to introduce into his world. There was just nothing to it.

"Speakin' of Rosalie, I should call Alice." Jasper sighed before pulling his phone out.

"I still don't know how I feel about you fucking my baby sister Jazz." Emmet sighed as Jasper smirked.

"Believe me Em, at 21, there ain't nothing baby about 'er." he smirked as Emmet practically growled at him.

"Easy you two… Jazz, fuck off. I don't care what or who you screw behind closed doors, but you know the drill. Please… just don't antagonize him. You know what happened last time." Edward smirked as Emmet laughed and shook his head.

Emmet was all brawn, enough so to make up for his lack of strategically knowledge, but Jasper Whitlock was a sneaky fucker. He had the skills of a third degree black belt and he knew exactly how to use them to his advantage. The last time the two went at each other, Edward had to replace an entire flat, and there was no way in hell he was doing that again.

"What about you Eddie?" Emmet asked with a smirk as he watched his younger brother fume under his stare.

"What the fuck did I tell you about calling me Eddie? Next time, I'll just blow your fucking balls off." he glared back as Emmet laughed and shook his head.

"I told you Jazz… he needs to get laid… bad."

"Believe me Em… I'm in no way lacking in that department." Edward smirked, taking a drink from his glass as the boys just chuckled and shook their heads.

"Not what I mean bro." Emmet stated. "There's a difference between fucking a bird's brains out and getting it over and done with, and actually screwing a dame you want to be with." Emmet offered. "Rose made me wait for fucking ever before I got any. But fuck if it wasn't mind blowing." he smirked as Edward shook his head.

"Have you seen your girlfriend?" Edward asked. "There's a reason the sex is great, and it's not because your in love with her dipshit. She's fuck-hot and looks like she's got enough experience under her belt to know what she's doing Em. 'Wanting' to be with her has nothing to do with it." he smirked as Emmet shook his head.

"No, no, no. Trust me Ed. You wouldn't know cuz you haven't had a steady relationship since high school. I bet you don't even have what it takes to stick to one relationship anymore without getting any. I mean, do you even know the word faithful?" Emmet laughed as Edward shook his head.

Ending the conversation, Edward, Jasper, and Emmet shot the shit for about an hour or two when the door of the loft opened unexpectedly. Carlisle walking in as all three boys shot out of their seats. "Dad… cosa sta succedendo?" Edward asked as the man walked in and nodded to the others, shaking his sons hands and Jasper's before replying.

"Edward, why does there have to be something wrong for me to visit my boys?" Carlisle asked with a glint in his eye as Edward watched him carefully, nodding his head as he offered his father a drink. The man that walked in with Carlisle coldly watching everyone and everything around him as his black Armani hugged his fit figure tightly, gripping the file in his hand like a lifeline as Edward looked between the stranger and his father before shooting his boss a questioning look. "C'è un posto tranquillo posso finire la mia presa?"

"Sì, in questo modo…" Edward offered, waving his boys down to the club as Emmet, Jasper, and the guy with the folder followed Edward and Carlisle into the back office towards the rear of the loft just passed the bar. Edward's office was big, chairs and couches present along with a cabinet of aged scotch and firearms. A desk with various amounts of paperwork on it that Edward sat behind when his father motioned for the man in the suit to pass him the file.

"I looked into your Isabella Swan for you." Carlisle offered as Edward scoffed and shook his head.

"It's only been a few hours."

"Things like this need to be taken care of Edward, otherwise people forget… or have you forgotten that you said this was a personal vendetta?" Carlisle asked, regarding Edward with a slightly more abrasive tone as he opened the file.

"She came in from Washington, we traced her back to Charlie Swan, someone of no importance… until we looked at his past credit lines. A woman, Renee Swan was living with him for a long time, but there's no record of marriage certificates with the state. Alistair dug deeper to reveal that her name was actually Renee Dwyer. A New York stripper, and the ex goomah of Aro Volturi. Her daughter, grew up with Charlie after she died."

"So? What's the point? What does this have to do with her?" Edward asked as Carlisle smirked and nodded towards Alistair, who began tossing photos onto Edwards desk like a fucking flip chart.

"The point is, son. That Bella is too old to be the product of the relationship between Charlie Swan and Renee Dwyer. There's a reason her file was so tightly sealed. Charlie was hiding her from someone." Carlisle stated as Edward held up a picture, sinking back into his chair as Carlisle continued. "These are pictures taken at Volturi's New Years Ball. And surveillance pictures taken from their house around Christmas. This was taken Christmas Eve." he said, passing Edward a picture that looked into the car of a young woman.

"These are Isabella Swan's bank records. A large deposit was made about a year ago from an unknown source, and then a transfer was made a couple of months ago of the exact same amount to a private account even I can't track." Alistair stated as he handed Edward another sheet of paper.

"Out…" was all Edward said, talking to Jasper, Emmet, and Alistair as they flooded from the office and closed the door behind them. Carlisle walking around the desk to take a seat in front of Edward and sip on his scotch.

"Isabella Swan… is Aro Volturi's child… his only child."

"Oh gesù cristo..."

translations in order of appearance in chapter:

la famiglia - the family

la puttana - a whore

Dio vi benedica… - God bless you

Grazie papà, l'amore per la madre. - thanks dad, give my love to mother

cosa sta succedendo - what's wrong?

C'è un posto tranquillo posso finire la mia presa - is there a quiet place I can finish my drink?

Sì, in questo modo… - yes, through here

Oh gesù cristo... - oh jesus christ

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