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I've said it before and I'll say it again. Every little aspect of this story is owned by their rightful owners. I'm just borrowing the characters and such to make them my little puppets for I am the puppet master. Muah ha ha! Buut, the plot is mine... and the brownies I made tonight. They're very tasty. NO STEALING PLEASE!

Author's Note:

You've come back for more, YAY! That means I'm doing good for a fresh start. This bad boy just slipped right from my fingertips cause he couldn't wait to be told. So.. ON YOU MUST GO!

Previously on A Mob Story:

Opening the door, I was met with green eyes and my breath flew out in one word, "Edward."

Chapter 2: First Dates and Secret Kisses

Wednesday, August 22, 1923

"Wow, Isabella." He whispered as his eyes raked my body. "You are so beautiful."

"Are you sure?" I questioned nervously. Now I felt that the dress was too short or the heels weren't proper or maybe my lipstick made him think I was a whore. Continuing my ramble, I said, "I don't look too whore-like tonight. Mama always said this was a modest flapper dress and that most flappers were whores and I really don't want to look like a whore on our first date."

"Isabella, you are gorgeous and definitely not whore-like." Edward chuckled as he reached for my hand, like a gentleman. I delicately placed my small hand into his as my flaming face from embarrassment began to cool down. Walking to the car that was parked on the sidewalk, he opened my door and motioned me in with an, "After you, milady."

"Why thank you, kind sir." I giggled as I climbed into the passenger seat of the car while making sure I didn't give him a view. Edward closed my door and walked around the front of the car to get into the driver's seat. "Mind telling me where we're going?"

"I would love to but I cannot. It is a secret." He replied with a sly smile.

"Now, now, I'm sure your mother taught you better than to keep secrets from your lady." I joked around, fake gasping. At the stop light at the end of the street, I noticed a black car tailing us, and I told Edward, "I, uh.. I think someone is following us."

"Those are just my men, they're.." He paused, causing me to worry. "..making sure that we get to our destination in time."

"Are we going somewhere special, sir?" I questioned, honestly filled with curiosity.

"You'll see." He responded with a sly smile on his face. For some odd reason, his sly smiles made me excited, as if something good was about to happen.

"Fine, Mr. Secret Keeper." I pretended to pout and slumped into my seat but he never showed any action as if he noticed. We rode in a nice silence until we came across a small park with a candle-light picnic set up in it. I jumped in my seat and leaned closer to the window, whispering, "That's so pretty."

"You think so?" Edward asked as he parked next to it.

"Why, of course. Whoever is getting that is a lucky lady." I whispered. I looked over to Edward and noticed him smiling at me. "Why are we stopping? Let's not interrupt their date."

"We can't interrupt our own date." Edward said before climbing out of the car and running around to my side. I gasped as he opened the door and bowed to me with his hand out, saying, "After you, milady."

"Oh, Edward," I gasped as I grabbed his hand and climbed out of the car. The second my heels touched the ground, Edward stood up and I wrapped my arms around his neck in a bone crushing hug. Well, it would have been bone crushing if he weren't so tall and strong. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer against him. To any outsider, we'd look like a couple in love embracing and that made my heart race and my blood rush. As we pulled apart, I whispered, "Thank you for this."

"Only the best for the most beautiful woman." Edward stated as he led me to the picnic blanket. I giggled as he helped me sit on the blanket without flashing whoever would walk by. Edward pulled out a picnic basket out of nowhere and began unloading it. "I uh- I wasn't sure what you liked."

"Are you nervous?" I teased, giggling. Edward shook his head and there was a slight blush tint to his cheek. Reaching over, I caressed his cheek. He stopped his movements and looked at me. I blushed and quickly removed my hand before clearing my throat and looking at the covered food. In desperate need of a distraction, I asked, "So uh- what did you bring?"

"I brought my mother's baked penne." Edward smiled as I cocked my head sideways at the bake penne sitting between us. He gasped, "You haven't had baked penne before? Aren't you Italian?"

"I- I am. My mother and father's parents came to the States from a little old town called Ravenna in Italy." I admitted. "But, did you assume I was Italian because of my name?"

"N- no, you have Italian genetics with your porcelain skin and brunette hair and brown eyes." He spoke as his fingers trailed the length of my arm. "You're name kind of gave it away, though. But, I do love that the most beautiful woman is named beauty."

I blushed as I sighed, "Edward."

"Yes, milady?" He asked but before I could respond, my stomach growled.

"I'm sort of hungry." I giggled, forgetting what I was going to say to him earlier.

"Yes, that lion in your stomach is telling me that." He laughed along as he pulled out some plates and forks. He began to pull some chicken and other foods out. "So, what would you like?"

"Anything you're willing to feed me. But, don't make me fat." I demanded as I jokingly pointed at him. Edward shook his head.

"You will be beautiful anyway." He whispered. I blushed and ducked my head, again. He began fixing a plate of food. I looked up at him as he handed me the full plate with a little of everything on it. "It's my mother's cooking."

"I bet your mother is a good cook." I whispered as I took the food from him. One bite and I was in heaven. I moaned out loud before whispering, "So good."

"Umm..." Edward gulped as I looked up at him. His eyes were hooded and he seemed to be getting hot. What was his problem? I shook my head at him as I continued to eat the food.

"What's wrong, Edward?" I asked after a moment's silence that only consisted of him watching me.

As if I knocked him out a trance, he surprised me by simply smiling and saying, "You're just so beautiful."

"Alright Mr. Corny, you better eat or your going to get sick or something like that." I said as I pointed to his full plate that I hadn't even noticed he had. He laughed and we began to eat in silence, telling stories with our eyes. After what could've been an eternity of blissful silence and gazing at each other, I placed my empty plate next to me and laid down on the blanket. Edward followed suit and laid as close as he could. I smiled when he placed his hand over mine. "I think all I can say is wow."

"Why?" He asked, sitting up to look at me.

"This feels like a dream." I whispered, looking at him in time to see his face break out in a wide smile. "Thank you."

"I should be the one thanking you." He said as he laid back down, our fingers linked. I didn't respond, just enjoying the stars and the perfection of the moment. Tonight could not go any better. Edward was perfect.

Then why did that man want that story? My subconscious ruined the moment.

The man must be wrong. This man holding my hand right now could be nothing of what that weird man thought he was. This man fixed me a moonlight picnic in a clearing.

How could someone who had the time to put something like that together have enemies like that weird guy?

Edward seemed perfect, but maybe that was the thing.

Was he too perfect?

No, I don't think so.

But, why would this guy do that?

He seemed so set on revenge. He even threatened to reveal I.M. Swan.

What would Mama do?

She would laugh in my face at the idea of me even dating someone who she hadn't previously approved of. She was willing to give me the freedom of choosing where I would like to live but for me to date someone she didn't know would be pushing the boundaries a little too much.

Is it really even that important?

I don't even know.

What if Edward never wants to see me after this?

I think- I think I'm falling for him.

"Edward." I whispered, turning my head to see peacefully staring at the sky. The stars were out and the moonlight had made the evening even better.

"Yes, milady?"

"Thank you." I whispered. He laughed.

"You already said that."

"I- I know but I just have to say it again."

"Well, you're welcome, milady. I'm just happy you said yes."

Another pause.

"Hey, Edward?" I asked, cautiously.

"Yes, milady?" He responded calmly.

I asked one of the questions that was roaming around my head, "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why me? You don't even know me."

He sighed, "That's the thing, Isabella. I would love to get to know you better. That's why."

"Oh." I whispered shyly. "Thank you."

"Isabella, stop thanking me." Edward sighed as he leaned over me. We stared at each for what seemed to be eternity. The silence was accepted, though.

"Okay, sorry." I giggled as Edward smiled down at me.

"How is your night so far?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"This is so romantic." I sighed, pleased with the way my night was going.

"You make me feel like I've known you for a thousand years." Edward sighed as we watched the stars. "That sounds really cheesy, huh?"

"Please, I know nothing about you." I admitted, giggling really hard at his cheesiness. "If my mother were to find out that I was on a date whose own mother wasn't her best friend, she'd flip out!"

"Anything you want to know?" Edward asked, laughing.

"Well, we're on a date and I've yet to know your last name." I said, hoping that it wasn't what I thought it would be but my hope was short-lived.

"Masen, Edward Masen." He said, making me giggle despite the fact that he was who I was told he was. At least, his last name was the same. Before I had too much time to dwell on it, Edward asked, "What about you?"

"Isabella Swan." I admitted, omitting my middle name. I didn't need him making any connections from me to I.M. Swan but once again, my hope was short-lived.

"Swan, as in I.M. Swan? Any relations?" Edward chuckled.

"Oh, how I wish. That man is making money off his stories." I lied. "But, sadly no, no relations."

"You best be pleased that you're not related to him." Edward said. I looked at him with wide eyes.

"What do you mean?" Was Edward my or my alias' enemy? Did he hate him? Oh, please don't hate him, or me.

"Seems as if I.M. Swan has been making some enemies with his writing." What? Nobody's ever complained. Not to the editor at least. I guess I wouldn't know if he was getting heat because he didn't exist. It still bothered me how some people hated me for my writing. I wasn't writing opinionated stories. They were just stories of recent events and how it was looked at from another civilian's eyes. I hadn't wanted people to hate me for it.

"Wha- how?"

"I really don't want to discuss this right now, Isabella." Edward whispered as he leaned closer. I began to breathe quickly as my heart race picked up.

"Then, what- what do you want to do?" I questioned as he caressed my cheek.

"Let me know if you want me to stop." His face was so close to mind that I could feel his lips brush against mine as he spoke. Shaking my head as permission, I held my breath as he gently pressed his lips against mine. It was brief but sweet and when he pulled away, I couldn't help but smile. "You have very soft lips."

"I've never been kissed before." I admitted, lowering my head so that I didn't have to see his eyes.

"Good." Edward said as he gently pulled up my chin so that I would look him in the eyes. "I'd like to be your first and last kiss."

"Could you be my second kiss?" I asked with a newfound confidence. Edward smiled and pressed his lips against mine. His lips began to move against mine as he leaned over me. I laid back on the picnic blanket so he could lay his body against mine. My lady parts started to tingle as I whispered, "Edward."

"Mm." He moaned as he began to kiss down my neck. His lips molded against mine just as his body had. I could feel every part of him and it sent fire through my veins to know that I was affecting him the way he was affecting me. My lady parts screamed for his touch but as his hands began exploring my legs, my mind unclouded itself when I realized what was about to happen.

"Edward, stop." I pushed against his hands. Edward pulled away from my neck and smiled down at me.

"I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to get out of hand." Edward apologized profusely as he rolled off of me. I blushed crimson thinking of how I've never done anything like that before. Edward probably has. Has he?

"I- I just have never done something like that." I whispered. I should've figured that my admittance to never being kissed before tonight would've told him that, but my mind was begging to know what he has done. So I asked, "Edward, have- have you ever.. you know?"

He laughed at my question before seeing how serious I was although I know my face dropped the second a chuckle escaped his lips.

He's must've gone all the way. My subconscious told me. What's that thing they call it? Hitting a home run?

"You know what," I interrupted before he could speak. "It, uh- it doesn't matter."

"Bella-" He began but I held up a hand to stop him in a respectful manner.

"No, I crossed a line, I'm sorry." I muttered as I began to stand up. I don't know why his silence bothered me so much but it did. I felt like I couldn't breathe and I just wanted to go home now. "Can you just-" I paused so my voice wouldn't break, "can you, um-" I paused again choking back the tears that were threatening to fall, "can you take me home?"

"Bella, please-" Edward tried again until I interrupted.

"No, I-" I paused, choking back tears again. Why does this bother me so much? I couldn't tell him it hurt so I lied, "I don't care."

"Are you sure?" He asked as he stood up in front of me. I began nodding furiously.

"Yeah, yes." I muttered, not willing to look him in the face. "It's uh- it's getting late and I'm just tired."

As if to prove my point, the church bells began to toll nine times.

"Your wish is my command." Edward joked as he pulled my chin up so I had to look at him. I smiled at him just to humor him but the images of him with another woman wouldn't leave my mind.

I wish you were as innocent as I am. My subconscious yelled, luckily he couldn't hear that.

"Just take me home, genie." I joked, humoring him, again. As if it were enough, Edward's smile widened a lot.

"There's my Bella." He whispered, leaning to place a peck on my lips. I let him, not rejecting and not returning but he accepted it. "Let's get you home."

"But, what about the picnic stuff?" I asked, suddenly aware we would be leaving our evidence in the park. Edward laughed and shook his head.

"I'll have some men clean it up for me." He shrugged as if it were the most normal thing in the world. But to me, it wasn't.

"No, Edward. We should clean up our mess." I insisted.

"I thought you wanted to go home." He argued, getting angry. Maybe it was because I was defying him but I was not his wife which meant I did not have to follow all of his orders.

"Not if it means leaving someone else to clean up after me." I argued back.

"Isabella, just leave it." Edward demanded, probably fed up with me.

"No, I'm not your wife!" I exclaimed. "You cannot make me do anything I don't want to do and I don't want to leave here without cleaning up."

"Fine, then clean up!" He yelled at me, throwing his hands up in frustration. As I got down to my knees to begin cleaning, I noticed that Edward was just standing there, watching me.

"You're such a man." I muttered underneath my breath. Edward must've heard because he bent over to me.

"What was that?" He teased.

"I SAID," I yelled, getting angry with him. I immediately felt bad but I couldn't stop. "YOU ARE SUCH A MAN!"

"You know what?" Edward said. I opened my mouth to respond but he interrupted me with, "No, don't answer me. Fuck it, Isabella!"

"Wha-" I didn't get to finish my question as Edward quickly picked everything up and threw it into the basket without giving a care in the world about the mess he would have to deal with later.

No, wait, his men will take of it. My subconscious mocked.

"Let's just get you home." Edward huffed as he held his hand out to help me off the ground. I took it, accepting the soothing shocks as they ran up my arm. He still cared and that's what mattered. I put him through hell over cleaning up the picnic basket but he still cared.

"Thank you." I whispered before we walked back to the car in silence. Edward helped me into the car before placing the basket in the back seat and climbing into the driver's seat. We drove for a while in silence before I couldn't take it anymore. Hesitantly, I whispered, "Edward?"

There was a pause before he said, "Yes?"

"Tell me more about you." I suggested.

"What do you want to know?" He asked.

"What are you going to tell me?" I playfully challenged.

"How about you ask and I answer?" He challenged back. He was going to make me work for the knowledge but he didn't know that I was a very hard worker.

"Where are you from?" I started.

"I'm from here, you?" Surprise, surprise.

"A small, dreary town called Forks. It's in Washington."

"Why'd you leave?" This was supposed to be about him, why was he asking about me?

"I wanted a career that you just can't get in a small town." Not a lot but truthful.

"What would that be?" Oh, wouldn't you like to know?

"I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you." I said with my most serious face before I began laughing hysterically.

"Oh, darling, you're hilarious." He responded with fake coldness.

"I know, I know. Where's my award?" I liked how I could be free with Edward without worrying about him judging me.

"Oh, ha." He fake laughed before really laughing.

"Alright, alright. It's my turn now." I said as we finished laughing. "Favorite color?"

"Right now, it's brown." The color of my eyes? He's so cheesy. "You?"

"Emerald green." I said before I even realized what I was saying. Before he could dwell on it, I said, "It's your turn now."

"If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?"

For women to be able to pursue the world without having the restrictions that men placed on them. "To be happy."

"To be happy?" Edward seemed confused.

"Nana Marie told me that the key to a good life is a happy life." I remembered when she would sit me down and tell me long stories about that.

'You've got to be happy to have a good life, bambina.' She would say to me. 'Have love and be happy.'

"That's an interesting look at it." He said as a thoughtful expression came across his face.

"Nana Marie is an interesting person." I murmured, thinking about her. "But, um.. What about you?"

"Well, now that I think about it, I think I just want to be happy." He used my answer! Why, though?

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"That surprises you?" He asked, pretending to be offended.

"I would've thought you would've said something like money or sex." I paused. "After all, you are a male."

"Ha ha, Swan." Edward laughed as he leaned in towards me again. "I don't have to want money or sex because I can already have that. But that doesn't make me happy."

"What makes you happy?" I asked, my throat closing with want as he leaned closer to me. His breath mingled with mine and our noses skimmed each other.

His lips brushed against mine as he said, "This."

"This?" I squeaked as his hand snaked around my waist. Edward laughed before he pressed his lips against mine. It was brief but it was enough to get my lady parts tingling again. Before I could dwell in amazement in how a short kiss could affect me as so, he began talking.

"Alright, another question."

"Well, umm.." I had no idea what to ask until one popped into my mind. "How come you haven't left Chicago?"

"My family is here."

"That's sweet. Do you have some type of family business or something?"

"Or something."

"What's that mean?"

"Ah, ah." He stopped me. "You've asked more questions than you were supposed to."

I laughed. "Oh, just answer it, Edward."

"I'd rather not."

"Why not?"

"There's another question."

"Why won't you answer my question, Edward?" I was truly curious now.

"Why does it matter, Isabella?"

"Edward, please just tell me." The man had me begging for this answer. This could be my story, this could save my career.

"Isabella," his voice was full of warning, "leave the fucking topic alone."

"You said you're a powerful man," I replied. "What do you do?"

"WHY DO YOU ASK SO MANY DAMN QUESTIONS?" Edward yelled as he slammed on the brakes and hit the steering wheel. After a few moments of awkward nothing, he began driving again.

"I'm simply curious, sir," I whispered, scared he would yell at me, again. "I apologize."

"Curiosity killed the cat, Isabella." Edward warned, fed up with me. Deciding to avoid angering him further, I slumped against my seat as ladylike as possible. After a few quiet moments, Edward seemed to grow antsy. Underneath his breath, he growled, "That bastard is always trying."

"Wha-" I began to question but something told me to remain silent, so I did. I watched as Edward began to eye someone by the corner that we were drawing closer to. After studying the man, I recognized him as the blonde man from earlier. A loud gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"Is something wrong?" Edward asked me through gritted teeth as we pulled up to the corner this man was standing on. Did Edward know this man? Did this man use my identity to extort me into going a date? I know I'm a woman but that was still wrong on many levels. He rolled down my window as the man was on my side. "Excuse me sir, is there something wrong?"

"Oh no, Edward Masen. Nothing is wrong at all." The sleazy man replied. He looked at me and smiled a look that would make me shake in my boots with fear. "In fact, everything is going better than expected.. and at much faster rates, too."

"Alright then, sir." Edward responded, not at all worried about the way the man had said his name.

What in all of the name that is good is going on? My subconscious screamed. Hopefully I would get my answers tonight from the horse's mouth itself.

"Oh, Isabella, don't forget to ask Angela how her date with Michael went." The blonde said before walking away. My chest started to constrict. How did he know about Angela or her date?

"What was that about?" Edward asked.

"Take me home, now, please." I whispered, my heart full with worry.

"Isabella, what was that about?"

"Just take me home."

"Not until you-"

"TAKE ME HOME, EDWARD!" I yelled before I realized what I had done. Once the reality hit me, I clambered out of his car before he could open his mouth to tell me to. I cried, "I'm sorry, please don't hit me."

"Isabella, what are you talking about?" He questioned through the open window. I just backed away from the door, scared he would raise his hand. How could I have been so stupid as to yell at him? But, Edward wasn't having any of that. "Get back in the car, Isabella."

"No, no. I'm sorry." I kept whispering. After a hesitant moment, Edward climbed out of the car and ran up to me. My body had been backed into a wall as I scrambled to get away from him. His body pressed close as he leaned down over me. "Please don't hit me."

"I- I would never!" He exclaimed, shocked. "Why would you think such a thing?"

"'Cause we're in the city and men hit their wives if they don't follow orders." I quickly rushed out.

"What? Where did you get that from?" He questioned.

"I- I've seen it." I admitted.

"Bella," my whispered nickname falling from his lips helped to soothe me as he gathered me into his arms. "I will never lay a hand on you in a matter that you will not like."

"Why- why not?" I choked out through my tears. Tonight had gone to hell and it was all my fault.

"Because no real man ever hits his wife." Edward whispered.

"You think I'll be your wife one day?" I questioned. Wasn't it too soon to be thinking like that? We've only known each other for a day.

You kissed the man, Isabella Marie. You might as well marry him. My subconscious was very annoying.

"Isabella," Edward hesitated. Suddenly remembering what the blonde man had said about Angela, I pushed myself out of his arms.

"Take me home." I demanded. I know I had no right but I did.

"As you wish." He replied, saddened. Edward walked me to the car and opened up the door for me. I climbed inside and watched as he ran to his seat.

We drove in silence, thankfully. I couldn't help thinking of how tonight had gone from blissful to dramatic all because of me.

"Here we are." Edward whispered as he pulled up in front of my building. I waited as he climbed out to open my door and walked me up to the building doors. He leaned close and whispered, "Thank you for a wonderful night."

"You're welcome, I guess." I giggled in response. Before he could turn away, I made a brash decision and stood on my tippy toes to place a peck on his lips. As I pulled away, I noticed the shock in his eyes. "I'm sorry about the ending. Will I see you again?"

"Why of course, Ms. Swan." He whispered before placing another kiss on my lips and turning to walk away. When he reached his car, he called out, "Sleep well, milady."

"As should you," I replied in a burst of giggles. Turning to enter my building, I was reminded of the reason I had demanded to be home. Racing up the steps, I almost tripped plenty of times but that didn't stop me. Slipping my key into the lock after four flights of stairs, I burst into the room and yelled, "ANGELA!"

End Note:

Another chapter down... sorry it's a little late. I was on a family vacation in Virginia and I had no access to internet at all. Thanks for keeping up with my new story, though. I'm posting this today so that you're reviews will help me to choose which version of chapter 3 and 4 I should post tomorrow. Thanks you guys so so so much!

xoxo, belle beans (: