Disclaimer:

BaE: So….that son-of-a-bitch is fast

Andy: Shhh, she fell asleep *looks at me adoringly*

Dean and BaE: *Looks at each other and grins sadistically*

Dean: Hey Andy what you say we prank her

Me: And lets say I put on Heat of the moment Dean.

Dean: *Stares at me disgusted* You wouldn't dare

*Heat of the moment starts playing randomly*

Dean: TURN IT OFF MY EARS ARE BLEEDING

Me: *Rolls my eyes* Dramatic much

Edward's P.O.V:

I was sitting in at my desk and suddenly there was a large commotion in the other room. I got up and ran and saw what was going on. There was a woman who was tall and had red hair that had green in in it and she was probably about 5'8. She was quite beautiful but she was not my type. She had a man who looked beat all to hell who was struggling and everyone had their guns pointed at her.

"Oh come on! Seriously guys is this really how you treat a woman with a present for your boss." She said rolling her eyes and putting her hands on her hips. Her voice was accented and sounded Russian. How odd?

"Che cosa sta succedendo? Che cosa è con tutto il rumore?" I asked, my voice taking on that of 'I- mean- business' or what most called the boss voice. (What is happening? What is with all the noise?)

She grinned at me, "Да вы сможете делать. Она несомненно поселиться вместе с вами." (Oh you'll do. She will certainly settle down with you.)

I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms, "Speak in a tongue I will know or don't talk at all."

She rolled her eyes, "È meglio? Così mi è stato inviato personalmente da Isabella Scarlette Marie Swan con un dono." (Is this better? So I have been sent personally by Isabella Scarlette Marie Swan with a gift.)

My eyes widened at the woman, "Potete dirmi la madrina di tutti la folla mi ha inviato questo ... maiale? Qual è il suo crimini?" (You mean to tell me the Godmother of all Italian mobs sent me this...pig? What is his crimes?)

I was curious. The man looked familiar but I didn't know why.

"Perché non parliamo in privato, sì?", she looked around suspiciously, "Dove non ci sono orecchie indiscreti?" (Why don't we speak in private, yes?) (Where there are no prying ears?)

I narrowed my eyes at her, "I'm not doing business with you, I would like someone with more power than a...lackey." I said.

Her eyes swirled with rage, "I'll have you know that I am second in command," She smirked at me like a feral and her accent strong, "you shall deal with the consequence."

She got on the phone and started speaking what I assumed was Russian, and she shook her head grinning as she looked at me, "She's on her way, but you should be prepared."

"Why is it you spoke Russian to her if she's leader of the Italian Mob?" I asked genuinely curious.

"Bella is not full Italian. Her father was Italian, her mother was Irish. When her mother left her father, she went to Russia to hide and raised her there. Meaning she will have a mix of accents due to being young and being around her roots accents and growing up in Russia." She explained.

I nodded and then I heard a commotion outside and I walked out to defuse it but stopped in my tracks when I laid eyes on her. She was 5'5" with long wild red hair. Her eyes were a mix of ice blue and emerald green, her face round and heart shaped and her lips were just begging to be kissed as the bottom was more full. Her body could stop a truck and her legs went on for miles. She was wearing a plaid corset dress that stopped mid-thigh and cinched her waist, showing her curves, with a thick black belt. She was a goddess that would be my destruction.

She turned her gaze to me and raised her eyebrow resting her hands on her hips, "You did not like the gift?"