Chapter 2

Jasper's POV

Nobody did anything, we just stood there and watched as yet another piss poor excuse for a human being cowered at the feet of one of the four bosses. Each boss liked to deliver their own sentence, today was the turn of Carlisle Cullen, the man whom adopted my twin sister Rosalie and I. Carlisle wasn't like the other bosses, he was more methodical and calculating than a Mafia boss was thought possible, and it was this that made him the most feared and respected boss in organised crime. Especially when you add the fact that Carlisle is also a doctor at the local hospital, though it does take something big to force Carlisle's hand physically, for what he deems a 'low level offence' Carlisle just does an epic mind fuck on whatever bastard has the misfortune of being dumped on his doorstep.

Today, with this animal, Carlisle wasn't just getting physical he was being downright ruthless. Though I bare witness and even partake in delivering a swift hand for criminals, I am still only being prepared for the day when I will become one of the four bosses, once Carlisle and the three others retire that is, but my point is that I don't know what it is this dumb fuck did to piss my father off so much. Whatever it was though, I actually feel bad for the little shit because once my mother, Esme, sees the state of my father's Armani suit she'll go ballistic.

I chuckle mentally at the thought of what Esme is going to do to the boss of a Mafia family when she learns that he has blooded up yet another suit. Well, actually it's mainly his trousers and shirt. His jacket and tie are hanging up, not that this will stop Esme from turning Carlisle into a terrified mouse of course, yeah you can laugh but my mother can be scary when she wants to be.

Glancing to my fellow members, all of us wearing the finest Italian made suits,could we be any more cliché? It's Alice's doing, my adoptive sister, she has an annoying habit of dressing us all up as though we're her own personal life sized Barbie dolls. Emmett, my adopted brother Edward and I are the only ones that put up a fight with her a rather futile fight but a fight none the less. The others just shut up and put up in case they end up getting the asses handed to them for upsetting their boss's daughter.

"You ready to tell me why you think it's a good idea to sell innocent little girls as sex toys?" Carlisle's snarled in anger.

The jaws of every man in the room clenched in suppressed anger, so that was why Carlisle was being so merciless. Women and children were a 'no' even with the families that deal in drugs and 'nightly activities' shall we say. The twisted pimp, if you can call him that, refused to answer.

"Alright. How about you tell me who your clients are?" Carlisle asked

Still nothing. I suddenly had an idea.

"Boss." I spoke up, bringing Carlisle's attention to me.

Carlisle walked over to me before leaning in so I could whisper in his ear.

"We still have enough of the drug left from when we used it on the sexual predator," I informed him quietly, my eyes remaining on the cowering mess that was supposed to be some big bad pimp.

"Where?" Carlisle asked, his own voice barely above a whisper

"Right here," I replied as I pulled out a little bottle from the inside of my jacket, syringe and all.

The pimp's eyes locked on the syringe in my hand.

"W...what is that?" He stuttered out.

Carlisle clasped me on the back to signal that it was my turn to enter the ring as it were. Why? Well, it's simple really, my fan-fucking-tastic of a biology father, note the sarcasm, left me with a shit load of scars all over my arms and torso because he thought smacking his kids around was how you showed love. Who would have thought that they would actually go in my favour by making me look like one dangerous son of a bitch. Which I am. Not to toot my own horn here. Carlisle holds the bottle and the syringe whilst I remove my own jacket and tie. Rolling up the sleeves, a gasp from those that haven't seen my scars before. Carlisle hands me back the syringe and bottle as I walk to the centre of the room.

"This? This is your last chance to give us something useful before I pump you full of this shit. I have to warn you though, it won't be a quick death," I told him, my voice filled with such a cold fury that it actually sent a chill down my own spine. Out the corner of my eye I see my fellow 'colleagues' back away slightly.

"Bare in mind it really pisses me off having to repeat myself, so I may end up getting far more creative than my boss in extracting information from you." I added, almost like it was an after thought.

His eyes widen with fear. Suddenly one of my brothers in arms speak up.

"Hey. Did we even get this sicko's name?" Peter asked, he had been declared my personal bodyguard from the moment we both hit 17 and would remain so until one of us died.

I look up a little thinking. No. We hadn't.

"That's a good point. So, dip-shit you got a name or do we just call you sick fuck?" I asked him.

There were chuckles around the room.

"J...James. My name is James. Look man, I was just doing what I was told. I swear." James stammered out, we could all hear the begging in his voice.

Now that's interesting.

"Doing as you were told, huh. Now who is it that's been telling you to do this sick shit?" I asked.

James' eyes went to the syringe in my hand to scanning around the whole room. I knew, we all knew, what he was looking for. Carlisle spoke up.

"There's no way for you to escape justice this time James. The only option you have left is to decide how quick and painless your death is by being co-operative. Though if you were to be stupid enough to take the slow and painful road. Well, that's where Caius comes in," Carlisle told him, his voice a lot calmer now that we were actually getting somewhere.

Caius stepped forward, he is another of the four bosses and has a reputation for being the most ruthless and blood-lusted bastard in the business. He is the kind of guy that can make you shit yourself just by looking at him.

"OK. OK. Just...put the syringe away will yah," James said, still tripping over his words.

Fair request. I pocket the syringe while looking at him the entire time.

"I have a name. I don't know if he is the big dog, he's just the only one I've ever dealt with. Royce. Royce King II. He calls me every week with...a...a list. A...shopping list for lack of a better term. For a bunch of girls that his clients want for...entertainment. Anything from playing with their daughters to...less moral aspects. I wanted out. I swear but...I couldn't. They have something on me, I don't know how but they do," James rushed out, he was starting to look like he was ready to curl up and cry.

Well now this was getting interesting. I feel Carlisle come to stand behind me.

"What could they possibly have on you to make you sell under-age girls as sex slaves?" Carlisle demanded in a cold voice.

Something in James seemed to snap.

"It...isn't...just black mail...t...they...Jesus Christ they have my son. So do it...kill me...just get my son back to his mother please," James pleaded, tears had actually begun to fall now.

Carlisle moved swiftly, injecting James with a drug. But not to kill him. It was to sedate him. This new development needed to be looked into, we never kill someone whose being threatened into an act, of course if it turns out to be complete bull shit then we kill his ass.

Once James was out for the count we had him tossed into the trunk of Carlisle's Mercedes. Myself, Carlisle, Edward and Emmett are in the Mercedes, while Laurent, Caius and Peter drove in the other.

"What are the odds that he's being truthful?" Emmett asked the question we were all thinking.

"Too high to not take the risk," Carlisle replied.

Another words 50/50 shot, Carlisle's response has Emmett pulling out his cell.

"I'll call Dad. Get him to run the name," Emmett said.

Carlisle nods. Chief Charlie Swan, a family man with one adopted son, Emmett and one biological daughter by the name of Isabella. The Chief had uncovered some very disturbing information a few years ago which lead to him working alongside Carlisle, secretly of course, to ensure the safety of his daughter. Despite her living in Phoenix, Arizona. But like I said before, women and child are a no go zone. So we have people everywhere, another cliché to go right along with the Italian suits I know, but we really do have people everywhere. We have her tailed every fucking day by the right people to make damn certain nobody tries to fuck with her.

"Hey Dad. Yeah, guy completely freaked at the sight of Jasper," Emmett spoke to the Chief.

All of us chuckle it was true. In fact more than once the four of us have joked that people seem to fear me more than Carlisle. All because of the scars.

"Anyway, got a name of this asshole's contact. Royce King II, sounds all fancy and packing the money. Alright...why? Oh OK then. Later Dad," Emmett gave his father the details before hanging up.

Turning my head slightly I wait for Em to speak.

"He's running the name now but won't be able to give us the info till later. Got something really important he wants to do for Bella-bear," Emmett said, a massive grin lighting up his face.

Emmett and Isabella, or Bella-bear to Emmett, well their relationship is a wonder really. They met when they were both eight, could actually pass for twins from what I've been told, and they hit it off right away. Two letters arrive every week, one for Charlie the other for Emmett. Both of them sending a letter back in return pretty fucking quickly.

"How is she anyway?" Edward asked.

"She's great. Still clumsy as ever, but she told me in her last letter that she's gonna be volunteering at the hospital," Emmett answered Edward's question.

It didn't go unnoticed, the pride and love for his little sister.

"I'm thinking of going to see her, the school that Bells goes to is graduating a week after us. Think I'm gonna go surprise her," Emmett spoke as if he was still undecided on his plan.

Now Emmett is doing a shockingly good impression of Alice by bouncing up and down in his seat. Edward was the one who brought it to an end.

"Emmett. Stop doing that will you, I already have a girlfriend that does that and there isn't a time where it doesn't make me feel nauseous." Edward snapped.

That was true, it seems everybody but Alice felt a little ill at her constant never ending bouncing. Don't know how Edward can stand it, drives me up the fucking wall. Being compared to Alice however got Emmett to stop with the bouncing, and he even blushed with embarrassment. That's a first.

Before long Carlisle was pulling up outside the family mansion, yes a mansion, Victorian style, we all noticed that Esme, Rosalie and Alice are home.

"Which one of them do you think will throw the biggest fit?" Emmett asked at large.

"Alice." We answered as one.

With a sigh the four of us get out of the car and head inside.

The living room was buzzing with some conversation between Esme, Rosalie and Alice. That is until Alice clocks us as we try to sneak upstairs, and sure enough she unleashes an almighty screech.

"?"

Everyone covered their ears. It is only after Rosalie slams her hand over Alice's mouth do we get the art of hearing back.

"Translation? What the hell have you done to your clothes?" Rosalie demanded, her hands on her hips.

"We had to take care of something," Carlisle replied

"Is it taken care of?" Esme snapped, looking at us through narrowed eyes. Making all four of us shuffle uncomfortably.

"It seems sweetheart that he may be being forced into assisting in this trafficking ring," Carlisle replied, his voice sounding calmer than he actually was.

"And you and Jasper just couldn't keep your suits clean?" Esme inquired, and truthfully in this line of work it's a real bitch to keep your clothes clean.

Carlisle and I exchange looks before returning our eyes back to Esme.

"Sorry Mom," I said remorsefully

"Sorry sweetheart," Carlisle added sounding just as guilty.

Esme simply hummed.

"Alright. Go change out of those now ruined clothes while I make you all something to eat," she instructed us.

So we did just that. Forty minutes after showering and putting on some jeans and a button down white shirt, I went downstairs to find that Esme had a stack of pancakes, bacon and eggs laid out for us all. Delicious. Once we had eaten Esme's cooking myself, Emmett, Edward, Rosalie and Alice are sitting around the living room.

"What do you guys wanna do?" Emmett asked, he was always bored until there was something fun to do. Luckily for us that was more often than not. At Emmett's question Alice's eyes lit up. Never a good sign.

"Why don't we go shopping?" Alice asked, though her tone clearly told us that she was expecting us to just go with it.

"NO!" We replied without hesitation.

Everyone laughed at Alice's pout.

"Fine. What then?" She replied.

"Why don't we all just go chill at my house for a little while? Hell pick up some movies, watch them uninterrupted," Emmett suggested.

Murmuring in a agreement all of us got up, climbed into my Jaguar and we were off. After a quick stop at the shops, Emmett, Rosalie and I got the movies while Edward and Alice got the snacks, we went to Emmett's house to start our movie marathon.

An hour later the five of us are in the middle of watching an action movie when we heard a car pull up. Chief must be home, that means we can get the information on Royce King II and James. A character that Emmett has been wanting dead since the start finally bites it, and promptly proceeds do that stupid ass dance of his in celebration.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE EMMETT WILL YOU SIT DOWN!" Rosalie shouted annoyed.

Thank god someone said it.

"So. Anything interesting happen whilst I was in Phoenix?" The most heavenly yet just as equally sinful voice reaches my ears, whilst everyone freezes I feel my heart stop. Looking around I find that the owner of the voice is just as heavenly and and just as sinful as her voice. Just a few inches shorter than Rosalie in height, long mahogany hair, chocolate eyes. Wearing nothing more than a simple pair of jeans and a shirt, I secretly knew that Alice was probably having a stroke right now, but I could care less. I had completely tuned out what was going on around me, I just stared at her. When I finally tuned back in, after watching her interact with Emmett, raging jealousy flooded me at their hug, and the Chief the Goddess was talking to Rosalie.

"You must be Rosalie. I'm Bella, Emmett's sister/keeper," she introduced herself.

Shock coloured Rosalie's face and I was stunned myself. Shit. She's Emmett's sister.

"H...how did you know my name?" Rosalie stuttered out.

I watch as Bella simply shrugged the question off.

"Em talks about you guys a lot, nice to see that his description of you was accurate," Bella replied.

I see the anger flashing in Rosalie's eyes but Bella was completely calm.

"What description is that exactly?" Rose demanded.

"Oh you know. Blonde, hotter than Jessica Alba, and not to mention bitchy. Last part's my own assessment by the way," Bella answered.

There was silence, everyone seemed to be holding their breath. It was very rare for somebody to show as much brass as my sister with the exception of Alice. I watch my twin break into a grin.

"You and I are gonna get along famously," Rose said happily.

I tuned out again, but vaguely registered Rose introducing me but that was only because Bella looked at me...well I saw a flash of something in her eyes. If it weren't for the voices of her father and brother, I am fairly confident that we would have continued to just stare at each other.

As Bella went upstairs with Emmett and the Chief to put her things away, I forced myself into a mental shake. What the hell was wrong with me? I can't go drooling, literal or mental, over Emmett's sister. Just because I have no problems with him dating Rosalie doesn't mean that Emmett is going to be as understanding. Shit he'd more than likely rip my fucking balls out of my ass and then shove back down my throat for so much as eyeing her.

SLAP!

"FUCK! Christ Rosalie what the hell?" I growled.

Rosalie's slaps always brought you back to your fucking senses. When I looked round to my sister I found my sister and our friends smirking at me.

"So...Bella huh," Alice said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I glared at Alice.

"Don't. Fucking. Go. There." I growled. Shit, if I were a vampire I'd have more than likely snarled.

"Hey." Edward snapped

Pussy-whipped Eddie boy to the rescue. It pissed me off how they seemed to rub it in my face every fucking day that they have their perfect someone. Bitches.

"What? Don't like her Jasper? We know that's shit, the only thing that would have made it even more obvious was if you jumped her right here in the living room," Alice continued, her teasing starting to fucking piss me off even more.

Damn pixie. I cannot kill my sister, Esme would be pissed. I cannot kill my sister. Esme would be pissed. I began to chant mentally in my head over and over again.

"She's hot. So what. Doesn't mean I'm going to do anything even if I wanted to," I replied in what I hoped to be a nonchalant tone.

Confusion coloured three faces.

"Why?" They asked at once.

That's so annoying when it isn't me and Rose doing it. The whole, everyone saying everything at the exact same time. Even if it is only one damn word.

"I got one word for you. Emmett," I replied with 'duh' tone.

Rosalie scoffed.

"What about him?" She asked.

"Rosie. Just because I have no problem with him dating you, despite your being able to beat the shit out of his ass with one slap," "You got that right," Rose chimed in. "it doesn't mean that he'd want me anywhere near his sister like that." I finished as though she hadn't interrupted.

They were about to say something, obviously trying to deny the obvious truth and fact of my statement when my phone beeped to signal a message. It's great when you long for a distraction and it happens. Grabbing my cell off the coffee table I flipped it open to see a text from Carlisle.

Need to talk to Charlie now. Running out of time.

Love Dad.

Now how many Mafia bosses who have sons in the family business remember that their sons are in the family business? One. That's how fucking many, and his name is Carlisle Cullen.

"Excuse me," I excused myself and went to get Charlie.

As I walked up the stairs I heard Emmett screaming his strong agreement for Pizza. Okay then. When I found Charlie he was talking to Bella, well it definitely had nothing to do with first time laying eyes on her because she was still looking like a Goddess. I gave Charlie the code that states Carlisle wished to discuss business with him, soon as he left it was just myself and Bella, I hadn't noticed Emmett disappearing. All I could do was stare at her, I knew that I was wearing a less than friendly look on my face.

"Yes?" She said.

Shit. That one word, even though it was in question form, conjured all kinds of bad thoughts running through my head. All of them containing me pounding into her sweet pussy as she screams that particular word over and over again. I couldn't shut the fantasy out, so I did the only sane thing I could do. Which wouldn't have Emmett ripping my closet friends away from me. I left. My heart feeling like I'd just ran a marathon and rock fucking hard.

Returning to the living room I find that Emmett is looking less than thrilled about something. If they've said one word to him I'll be...

"What the hell is with you Jazz? Why are you acting like some arrogant prick towards my baby sis?" Emmett demanded angrily.

Thank God. I could work with this, if I continue down the road of 'arrogant prick' Bella will want nothing to do with me. Which will then leave her to have a safer life than if she were to be associated to me more than she currently is. So, like a coward, I grabbed this chance with both hands. How? By appealing to Em's big brother protective nature. Yes I know. You don't need to say it. But I am the son of a Mafia boss now, we don't play fair. Shit we don't know the meaning of the damn word.

"You want her left out of this don't you Emmett? Well if she wants nothing to do with me and the rest of us then she will be left out of it. You want her safe so that's exactly what I'm doing. Protecting her, just like you asked me to." I replied with just as much anger, and it was killing me at the same time.

I had him stunned to silence and I could see Alice behind Emmett shaking her head in obvious disapproval. Tough shit. Rosalie, Alice and Esme have already had a shit load of threats made against them. There is no way in hell I'm about to add Bella to our enemies target list they have on us. So with that said I turned and left, I needed to get rid the most painful 'attention' situation I think I'll ever have.

However I didn't get more than a few steps when I saw one Bella Swan leaning against the wall of the staircase. Shit. How much had she heard?

I took the path that I am gong to stick to. I glared at her before growling...

"How much of that did you hear?" I demanded

Bella's eyes widen slightly. Shit. She's heard it all. Not good.

"Why would I need to be protected?" She demanded in return.

FUCK!

A/N: Hope you're liking the slightly edited version of the story, if anyone catches something I missed please let me know and I'll attend to it immediately. Thanks!