Chapter One

Isabella

I looked at the stranger in the mirror and smiled softly at her. Her name is Bella Dwyer, shes from Forks Washington and has blond wavy hair and bright green eyes. Bella Dwyer is pretty, but must remain invisible, she must be seen and not heard. Bella has a successful lawyer of a father and an afternoon kindergarten teacher of a mother. Bella innocent, she gets straight A's and is always home on time. She has friends at school, but never hangs out at the mall or the movies with them. Bella's hair is always pulled back into a pony tail or bun, a few blond wisps falling over her green eyes and she smiles into the mirror at what she sees. Her straight white teeth shine in the dim light and her pinks look a lighter pink the morning light. The blush is the only thing that I cant hide, its the only trait that Bella and I share, our pink cheeks. Its not enough to to actually tell that I'm someone else or what not but it does worry me sometimes, being able to see the blush. I need to get into Bella's mind set, remembering ever sentence of my story, but its not like I forget who I am, or who I'm supposed to be. Bella is normal, she has friends, she has a loving two parent family, living in the normal middle class neighborhood Oak Park. A middle size house with enough rooms for her and her tiny family, Bella is a happy normal 17 year old girl. "Bella Dwyer is normal, Bella Dwyer is normal, Bella Dwyer..." I repeated to myself for five minutes before walking down the stairs of our town house me and my parents called it, but really it was a normal home. It was the Dwyer's home.

When I reached the kitchen of course I lost my thoughts of being Bella. I walked into the kitchen as Isabella Swan, the daughter or Charlie Swan, granddaughter of Nichodemo, the girl who was going to be leading the most powerful mob families in the world soon, when her father retires. It wasn't like I didn't know all this already though.

My father, Charlie Swan was in charge because my grandfather, Nichodemo the III died two weeks ago and since Charlie was the only son, he was left to take over. But really though, Papa Nicho didn't just die, he was murdered. My father says it was Carlisle Cullen, the leader of the second most powerful mob family, the Irish. They were our enimies and I couldn't stand a single one of them. Of course, Carlisle most likely didn't physically kill Papa Nichos, but he had "people" like everyone has in the business.

Papa Nichos and Mama CeCe were the only ones who knew that my father Charlie was their son. Of course he would go to family reunions and such with me and my mother in tow, but no one knew that he was their son. That's why Charlie doesn't have the name Nichodemo like his three forefathers. It would look to suspicious and raise questions without answers in our world. My Papa Nicho was smart, and thought several decades a head of him to keep his empire and family safe. He had sent my father to boarding school from a young age, and Charlie posed as Papa Nichos nephew in the summers. Even through the little contact between my father and his father, Papa Nichos told Charlie everything he knew about being a new age "God Father". There was so much encoded informative letters between them, it was unreal. Of course it was dangerous to send letters. Then again, no one could outsmart Papa Nichos.

"Padre buon giorno, dormito bene?" I asked my father in Italian as I sat down next to him at the kitchen table. "Good morning Father, sleep well?"

"Isabella si, molto bene." He said to me as I kissed the top of his head. "Yes Isabella, very well."

We were a big Italian speaking family, a huge happy Mafia family. The family, the family. It was always on my mind and my fathers.

My mother sat a hot plate of homemade waffles with a warm cup of maple syrup from scratch. I quickly went to the fridge and grabbed a pitcher or orange juice, pouring myself a tall glass.

Renee loved to cook, in fact I'm pretty sure that how she spent most of her day. Cooking. She knew several hundred recipes by heart it seems like. A lot of them are Mama CeCe's, and I hear that my mother is the only one who knows any of Mama CeCe's recipes. I would never tell anyone this, but I think my mother makes panelle di ceci better than Mama CeCe. Mama CeCe used to have a big Italian dinner every Friday night before Papa Nicho was killed. Now shes so upset, and depressed that my mother has taken over. Mama CeCe makes the best food, but no ones complaining that my mother has taken over our weekly dinners. I'm pretty sure its because us Italians love our food.

"Isabella mangiare tesoro." My mother murmured to me, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Isabella eat up darling."

I nodded to her, giving my mother a smile and turned to my waffles. I groaned happily inside at how good the flaky waffle melted in my mouth. Like I said, my mama was an amazing cook.

I glanced up at the right, or wrong moment depending on your views on things, and saw my mother and father sharing a brief kiss. It wasn't gross, but it wasn't something I always wanted to watch. Anyone could tell that my parents were in love. Sure my father was the most powerful, deadliest man alive, but he was a softie at heart. Charlie put family before anything. Whether that was his mob family, or me and my mother, Charlie put family before anything. I'm pretty sure my father would possible go to jail before hurting a family member.

I could still see how my mother and father were still in love, either it was on the surface or deeper down, I could see it. Charlie was a well built man who didn't look a day older than 30, but in actuality was almost 45. He had dark, slightly curly brown hair, and a mustache. I liked to tease him about it when hes not stressed, my father will wrinkle the thing and laugh with me. Charlie has brown eyes, which is where I got mine from. I don't look to much like my mother, but our build is similar. She has a lighter brown tone to her hair and hers is shorter and wavier than my hair. Renee has grey eyes which are really pretty. Mama is about 37 and doesn't look older than 28. I just hope the beautiful, not aging jeans made it into my DNA.

As I took a sip of orange juice, I almost spat it back out. I had to be at school in about 20 minutes. I quickly took one more bite as I stood up and grabbed my back pack at the same time.

"Im tardi! Addio mamma addio papà, si vede dopo la scuola! Amore ti!" I exclaimed quickly as I kissed both of my mother cheeks and the top of my fathers head. "I'm late! Goodbye mama goodbye papa, see you after school! Love you!"

"Ciao Isabella!" They called after me as I ran into the garage and climbed into my car. I had a white Nissan GTR R35 that I made sure was washed and waxed every weekend. Just because I had to act invisible most of the time, didn't mean I was going to just not have a wonderful car. Who was my father kidding when he said that he wanted Bella to have a 2005 something or other. I could only roll my eyes at him for that thought.

I had been enrolled in St. Mark, School for the Gifted and Talented for only a week, and I was getting along slowly with the student body. The gossip of me, and my family slowly died and I was all but invisible now. Of course being a new play thing for the guys to have wasn't helping. I felt like I needed a vacation after only spending five minutes with a single person with a dick at St. Mark.

I had to wear a uniform of course like everyone in the school. The girls have to wear a khaki skirt that was navy, white and red plaid which I thought was borderline skanky; and a white blouse. There was also a khaki blazer with the schools coat of arms on the right pocket, but since it was only a bout a month away from summer, the jacket wasn't part of the dress code anymore. The school however didn't care much for shoes on the dress code, a girl could wear whatever shoes she wanted, as long as she was wearing knee high white socks. Most girls, along with myself, opted to wear a pair of heels with the skirt. It wasn't like I was trying to objectify myself, but if almost every girl was wearing heels and I wanted to look invisible, I needed heels. But sometimes I swore that the girl dress code was the male fantasy of prime time jail bait. The boys wore white polos with the schools coat of arms and a pair a khaki pants. They also had a blazer but didn't have to wear it either.

When I pulled into my parking spot, I shut off my car and made sure my wig was in place and I hadn't forgotten my green contacts. "Bella Dwyer is normal." I muttered to myself before climbing out of the car, using one hand to make sure no pervy guy could see my panties as I got out of the car.

My black Gucci heels clicked across the parking lot as I felt a lot of peoples eyes on me, or my car I wasn't sure at the moment. I heard another quick clicking coming my way and I turned my head just in time to see my best friend Alice Brandon. She had moved with me to Chicago, living with her aunt, when I moved up here. Her aunts husband worked with my father, so she knew me inside and out.

"Hey Bella!" Alice giggled in a high bell like voice, putting emphasis on my alter ego.

Alice was about a head shorter than me, but she made up for lack of height in her excessive shopping addiction. That and being incredibly hyper all the time. Sometimes I swore she was about 8 feet tall sometimes just by the way she acted. She had a short black, pixie haircut that always stuck up in several different directions. Alice and I have been friends for almost 10 years, and were always together.

"Hey Alicat." I grinned at her as we made our way to our lockers.

Alice's locker was above mine, which really was no fair since she could barely reach the top shelf.

"So I heard some gossip today in the school office." She grinned down at me scandalously.

I sighed under my breath and laughed softly. "I have a feeling your going to tell me wether I want you to or not, so spill."

And within that sentence, Alice started speaking about 50 miles a minute. "Ok, so I heard in the office when I was waiting to talk to the secretary about seeing if someone found my Prada sunglasses, you know, the ones I lost Monday that I bought on our shopping trip on Rodeo Drive last month? Well anyway, I heard from the secretary who was talking into the phone that there will be a new student next week, a boy!"

I rolled my eyes at Alice as she started going into boy talk. She desperately wanted a boyfriend, but would never show how desperate she truly was, Alice knew better.

"Really, a new boy? Shocking!" I said, cupping my hand over my lips in mock horror. Of course Alice knew me better and then rolled her eyes in response.

"Common! How much do you wanna bet hes cute?" Alice demanded happily.

"Umm not a lot. Half the guys here are ugly, and probably don't have enough Italian in them to make it in my life any way." I said stubbornly, and decided to use then to change the subject.

"Rose is coming up for the weekend, do you wanna hang out at our beach?" I asked her, with a pretty wide grin. In our real home on the other side of the city had our own privet little beach on Lake Michigan. I loved it, even though I have only been in the city for two weeks. No one else but my family or friends has access to our beach which made tanning not a problem and didn't have to watch out for perverts.

"Sure Id love to!" Alice giggled, and clung to my arm. We walked to class arm in arm and continued talking about our weekend which was only two days away.

"I totally need to see Rosalie! Its been way to long!" Alice exclaimed as we walked into first period. Rosalie Hale was my cousin on my mothers side, my aunts daughter. Rosalie was about 4 years older than me and Alice, but we always had a good time.

"Yeah, I know but-" I started, but was cut off by our teacher Mr. Varnner.

And school went in pretty much the same fashion all morning. I had a small pile of homework piling up, but at St. Mark homework was pretty much due whenever. That I found out early in the week and found it very useful since I was always busy with family business and trying to seem normal.

At lunch I sat with a semi popular group of people. The people who were smart enough to get in the school, but weren't exactly "Talented".

I sat with Angela Weber, Ben Cheney, Eric Yorkie and for some reason football "Superstar" Mike Newton sat with us. Mike was the typical jock type who knew people thought he was awesome, so that made him cocky. He should be sitting with the cheerleaders, Jessica Stanely and Lauren Mallory, and with his football friends Tyler Crowely and Lee Stephens. But for some odd reason I attracted him, and pretty much everyone else with a dick. Excuse me for having killer genes.

"Bella do you want to hang out this weekend?" Angela asked happily, nibbling on a baby carrot.

"Cant, family engagements." I said formally, keeping my cool so the half lie seemed real.

"Awh that too bad, I wanted to get a girls group together and go see a movie or something." Angela pouted and sighed quietly under her breath.

I shrugged non-commenting as Mike came up to the chair to the left of me (Alice having my right side) and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Bella, how about you come over to my house then, we could... study." Mike said not to low key.

I simply rolled my eyes and elbowed Mike in the stomach. "One, in your dreams. Two, I already said I was busy!" I huffed and turned to my sugar cookie with green sprinkles.

The rest of lunch went without a hitch and I was happy I didn't have to lie to much.

My weekend was planed so I was happy about that. I hated surprises, so if someone were to throw me a random party, or say randomly show up at my house at 3 PM Id freak out.

Friday night I was going to help my father over see a shipment of guns to a warehouse near the docks. I rarely went to these types of things with my father, considering how dangerous it always. But my father insisted that it would be safe tonight, and since I was going on 18 within the next year I had to start preparing myself more to take over the family business. Overseeing shipments were inevitable.

Saturday I was going to spend all day at my beach with Alice and Rosalie. I was happy to have a girls day and stuff. Of course random guys would "stumble" onto our land, and that when I whip out my gun.

Yes I own a gun, it was a right of passage almost in my family. No matter your gender or size you would receive a gun on your 14th birthday. Even though my mom married into the family, she even had a gun. Renee kept hers safely hidden in a holster that wrapped around her upper thigh and since my mother always wore dresses no one knew she had a guy and knew fully well how to fire the thing.

Sunday was church at Holy Love Parish. Me and my family were big donators to the church along with other charities. Church was always nesescary in my family. You never missed church unless you were dead. In sickness and in health, thou shall go to church. One time I had chicken pox and my mother made me sit in the very very back, wearing a mask so no one would catch the illness. Like I said, you only missed church if you were dead.

Thursday passed with a breeze and soon it was Friday. I didn't pay any attention in school because I was trying to hard to remember safety tips and self defense for during the shipment that night, I don't think I learned anything my teachers tried to teach me that day.

After school me and Alice drove to my actual home, not Bella's. I needed to get ready for tonight, Alice just wanted to stay over at my house and my mother didn't care since she loved Alice to death. I also needed her to help me pick out what to wear later. My father always says to dress professionally, but to the extent that I would be able to run and do other things too.

Once I parked my car in our massive garage and made sure the keys were in the glove box for whoever was going to take my baby out to be cleaned tonight before we left, me and Alice made our way up to my room.

My bedroom was very large. I had a very large king, four poster bed with gold/tan covers. My walls were a medium tan and my room all together had a beachy vibe. I loved it and I loved when we got to stay in our real home and I could hide Bella for a few days. I couldn't wait for summer and Bella would disappear to "Go to Italy with her family all summer to help at her uncles vineyard".

I immediately went into my large porcelain bathroom and took off my blonde wig and set it up on the stand. After taking out my contacts I looked at Alice lounging on my bed, playing with her phone.

"Rose said shell be here at about 10 tomorrow morning." She told him, not looking away from my phone.

"Ok, well I hope she doesn't come and wake me up, dad said that this might take a few hours. Until like 3 am and I really don't want to be woken up after 7 hours of sleep." I grumbled as I made my way over to my closet.

My closet was full of the latest designer duds and unlike Bella, I loved clothes. I would have three outfit changes a day if I could but that would just seem weird. Racks of Dolce & Gabbana lined my walls and shelves of Gucci rose high above my head. I looked around, and with Alice's help I finally picked an outfit about an hour later. We decided on a charcoal grey Calvin Klein pencil skirt that had a slit up the back to make walking easier that came about 2 inches above my knee, and a white billowy tank top by Prada that we tucked into the skirt. A pair of black Gucci pumps completed the outfit, but we picked them because the heel was breakable and I could run easy once it was broke.

After I got dressed, I slid my holster onto my thigh and sat my Smith & Wesson 9mm semi-automatic gun in place, turning the safety on though while I was in the house.

Alice wanted to do my hair and while she did I did my make up. My make up was simple really. Nude lip gloss that plumped my lips, and slightly smoky eyes to highlight my brown eyes. Alice did my hair in a messy bun to the lower right side of my head, she said I looked professional, but sexy.

By the time we were finished it was about 6 o'clock and it was time for dinner. We walked down stairs and found my mom in the kitchen of course.

"Ciao mama! Cosa stai facendo?" I asked her as me and Alice sat ourselves at the breakfast bar to watch my mother cook. "Hey mama! What are you making?"

"GI facendo Alla zucca Tortellini con Vitello e qualche lamento Abruzzi. Il panettone è per il dessert." My mother answered as she started moving things onto the dinning room table. "I'm making Tortellini alla zucca with Vitello and some Abruzzi whine. Panettone is for dessert."

"Mm sounds delicious Renee," Alice said with a wide grin. She knew Italian, but didn't really like speaking it often. Alice called my mom Renee only because she was forced to, my mother didnt really like for my few friends to call her Mrs. Swan, she said it made her feel old.

My mother nodded and smiled kindly at us as was walked into the dinning room. As we sat down my father came in the room, typing furiously on his Blackberry. Since my father took over my mother had a strict rule of him joining us for breakfast and dinner, if he didn't he was "In big trouble" which were my mother exact words. My mother could be very scary if she wanted to be.

My father gave my mother a quick kiss before sitting at the head of the table, opposite of my mother. Our dinning room table could extend to about 30 people, but when it was just us here we could fold it in and only seat 6. Alice sat across from my and my mother sat at the head of the table to my left. She looked kind of alone with a chair empty on either side of her, but really we couldn't make the table any smaller. I sat to my fathers right and took his hand as he was about to start saying graze. I reached over to grab my mothers hand and we didn't actually have to stretch far, but it would be nice if no one had stretch at all.

Once grace was finished, there wasn't much conversation. I found out my father didn't talk much at meals if there was something he had to do later that night. My father had told me that was going to be delivering in the shipment tonight and the guy gave me the creeps.

Dinner was done about an hour and a half later, and it was time for me and my father to make our way down town to the docks. It wasn't a short drive, but it wasn't quiet long either. I kissed my mothers cheeks and promised her we'd be home safely and I hugged Alice tightly. She slipped my a dagger, since we never knew exactly what we were up against if something were to go wrong. I put it in another holster on my left thigh.

I looked out the window as we drove, driving my fathers black Mercedes CL63 Overview which had bullet proof glass. My father had a driver drive us since he wanted to plan exactly how every minute was going to go down.

As we arrived in the docks, I turned off my guns safety and climbed out after my father got out of his side. The clicking of my heels and the crunch of gravel under my fathers feet were the only sounds we heard in the boat yard, until we came to a stop, then there was another crunch of gravel and J. Jenks appeared before me and my father. He was wearing work pants and an old t shirt stained with sweat and what looked like some blood. J was a creep and I really didn't like him one bit.

"Evening Swan. Everything's accounted for." J wheezed, the sound of his voice making my bones chill. J didn't actually look at me, which made me slightly happy he hadn't noticed me yet. Then again since I was only here to observe, I wasn't really supposed to be seen.

"Everything?" My father asked in his strong Italian accent and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, taking a long drag after lighting one. I would have to remind him again that smoking was bad for him.

J nodded and took out a clipboard, reading it over once before reading out loud. "10 M2 Browning's, 2 Pulemyot M1910, and 1 Browning M1917?" J said, the mistake he made though was making it sound like a question. That didn't settle well with my father.

"You.. make it sound like you think you have the order right Jason." Charlie said threateningly. The chill in his voice sent chills down my spine.

J started shaking and shook his head. "But I-I got the order right."

Charlie nodded his head slowly and started walking circles around J slowly, like a shark circling its prey.

"You did... but really Jason... if your in this business, you need to save your fear for moments like this..." My dad said slowly, then quickly pulled out his .454 Casull gun from the holster in his coat.

J started shaking harder and shook his head more.

"Your going to kill me... b-because I asked a small question."

"Jason... Your new to this business, as am I. But the difference between you and I..." My fathers eyes flashed to mine and nodded his head. We had planned this. Charlie knew that J would be scared, and we had found our reason to kill him. No one could show fear in this business. We didn't tell my mother, but me and my father decided tonight would be my first kill.

I pulled out my Smith & Wesson and took a few more steps closer to J, considering that I was a couple steps behind my father.

"The difference is, I'm going to live for not showing fear." My father said simply.

With those last words I pulled the trigger of my gun and shot J right between his eyes. It wasn't a pretty sight, but it was the harsh reality of what needed to be done.

"Buona di posti di lavoro Isabella" My father muttered before pulling out his cell phone. "Good job Isabella."

He muttered quickly into his phone about someone coming down here to destroy his body and clean up the evidence. While he did, I started at J's body. I didn't feel bad, he had it coming. But I didn't quiet feel right with killing someone, but I had to get over that. I looked at my gun for a long time until I heard another car approach.

"We got it here Swan, you've got nothing to worry about." Some one behind me said. I didn't look at who was here, but I turned away from J's body.

My father nodded and started heading back to the car. "Goodnight Diego,"

We went home and I trudge towards my room before my father stopped me.

"Isabella... You did great." He said softly before turning and going into his bedroom.

I looked at my fathers door for a long time then finally remembered to get back to my bed.

Making sure I stayed quiet, I slowly took off my skirt and pulled on a pare of cheer shorts, one of the few things left over from an old hobby of mine. And climbed into my large bed with Alice already asleep there.

"Wake up bitches!" Rosalie yelled, running into my room, and throwing open the curtains, letting in the light.

I shot up quickly, covering my eyes from the light, immediately angry at Rosalie. I threw a pillow at her and hit her straight in the face.

"Ouch! What the fuck Isabella?" She demanded, her hands on her hips quickly.

"The 'fuck' is that I'm tired!" I yelled at her and got out of bed. Alice was still sleeping like a baby, snoring lightly. I looked at Rose and grinned evilly. There was a sheet under Alice and if we pulled hard enough we would either flip Alice over, or flip her off the bed.

"One.. Two.. Three!" I mouthed one and two, yelling three.

Once I yelled three, me and Rosalie pulled hard on the sheet, sending Alice flying off the bed.

"Ah! Fuckers!" Alice yelled loudly as she fell to the floor.

Rosalie and I burst out laughing, immediately helping Alice off the floor and hugging her tight.

"We're sorry." I giggled and hugged Alice some more.

Alice rolled her eyes and pulled me into my closet.

"Lets get ready for the beach." She laughed and started flipping through my swim suits.

Rosalie helped us get ready since she arrived already prepared to go to the beach. She told me to wear my hair in a high pony tail. Alice threw me a light pink and white checkered patterned string bikini. It tied around my neck and had ruffles along the bottom. I picked out a white pare of Gucci sunglasses and Prada flip flops. I wore a pare of light pink Polo brand shorts, but kept them unbuttoned.

Alice was ready minutes after I was in a green one piece with the sides and back cut out of it. She wore tan gladiator sandals and black Louis Vuitton sunglasses. Alice wrapped a large black scarf around her skirt and we were set.

We all walked down stairs with fluffy beach towels and I grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge before setting out into our back yard.

We walked past our pool and jacuzzi, and I studied our large backyard for a moment as I passed lush colorful flowers and large green plants. I saw a gardener and wave politely at him.

The walk to our beach wasn't long and I saw three lounge chairs already set up there waiting for us.

"So, what's new?" Rose asked as we got ourselves situated on the chairs, laying the towels on top so we'll be comfortable.

I shrugged and looked at Rose through my sunglasses. I couldn't tell her that I killed someone last night, she was my mothers sisters daughter, that meant she didn't know anything about the mob. Rosalie was an innocent and we couldn't tell where her loyalties were.

"Just getting used to a new school." I told her calmly as I lathered on some tanning oil. Even though I'm Italian, I don't tan very well but I try. I don't burn but my skin is always a bit paler than everyone's around me.

"Well your borning." Rosalie snorted. She tossed her long blonde hair behind her shoulder before deciding on pulling it into a high bun on top of her hair.

"How are things going with Royce?" Alice asked, moving her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to look Rose in the eye.

"Ugh! Please! Do not say his name around me!" She exclaimed and threw her hands up in frustration. "The guys a total pig I cant believe I even thought I liked him. He took me out to dinner and..."

Rosalie's voice drowned out as I focused on someone far away. There was a group of boys walking on the other side of the ropes that roped off my families beach from the public one. First there was a very large, tall, body-builder looking guy who was somewhere in his 20's. He had black hair and he was only wearing a pare of black and white tropical looking trucks, muscles flexing as he walked. Then walking next to him was leaner young man, with blonde hair and a well sculpted chest too. He was clearly younger than the first, but didn't really look older than about 18. The blonde was wearing light blue trunks and carried a white t shirt in his hands. The last one could be considered a boy, possibly 17 or 18. He had bronze messy sex hair and a well defined chest, but clearly not as bulky as the other two. Bronze sex haired guy looked like a Greek god in my eyes, and I couldn't believe how gorgeous he was. His trunks were a dark blood red and I could tell he was talking to the other two guys.

Rosalie and Alice must have seen where my gaze was locked, but I couldn't tell who spoke first.

"Oh."

"My."

"God." I gasped out quietly.

However any positive thought I had of the bronze haired boy caught fire when I saw him look around and kick over my families privet property sign into the sand and crossed under the rope that blocked our beach off from the public ones.

"Hell no." I hissed and stomped over to them after they crossed into my beach. No one disrespected any part of my family and I couldn't let them just march in here like it was theirs because it was most certainly not theirs.

"Excuse me!" I yelled loudly at them making them stop in their tracks, but not loose the smirks and cocky grins on all three of their faces. I had to keep myself from looking at the bronze haired god so I wouldn't melt right there.

"Since your leg seemed to slip and kick over the sign, this is a PRIVET property!" I all but screamed at them. I could feel Alice and Rosalie behind me to back me up if I needed the help, which I knew I didn't.

The bronze haired boy smirked more and shrugged. "Sorry I have a leg twitch. And I don't really know how to read." He said with a obnoxious laugh and high fived the blonde one.

My vision turned to red and I slapped the Greek god across the face. I stood on my toes to get nose to nose with him as his angry eyes turned back to mine and he looked like he was about to hit me back.

"Hats your name so I can have the cops come and arrest you!" I screeched at him and felt my fingers curl in my hand, getting ready to punch him if he said one more smart remark.

The other two guys were standing behind the boy like Alice and Rose were doing for me. They were seething too and I could practically hear their blood boiling.

"My name, is non of your business!" He hissed through his teeth and I glanced down quickly and saw the bulge in his pocket and took the best bet it was his wallet. I grabbed it quickly and looked at the license.

I almost fainted at the name I saw, but then all I could see was more red than before. I suddenly punched the bronze haired boy so hard I could feel a finger fracture in my hand. I didn't scream in pain like most girls would, I knew to hold it in. If I didn't I would give him some kind of satisfaction.

I dropped his wallet on the ground and hissed loudly, standing up taller and took of my sunglasses to look him directly in his eyes.

"Get off my property Edward Cullen."

A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to say a quick thanks for reading. I know my prologue was kinda short so I hope that this is longer and to everyones liking. Leave reviews, because reviews will keep me writing, I dont want to write and people not like it. :)

Ill try to post a new chapter every other Saturday or Sunday because of real life and my computer situation I have to go every other week without updating or typing. I do however write ideas and such in a notebook. I already have a strong idea about what chapter two will be about. And It'll be in a certain Greek gods pov ;D

Well until my next update, adios amigos/amigas.3

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