Anthony Edward's POV:
2002 (age 16)
I sat down in my father's office, waiting for him to get off the phone. He was talking in French to someone by the name of Swan. I was intrigued because I knew that our enemies and our alliance family lived in Montreal.
" D'accord M. Swan." I heard my father say. Then he hung up the phone and looked at me. I was getting nervous because of the look in his eyes.
"Sit, and listen." He said. So I sat in his leather guest chair I front of his desk, he had his elbows on the desk and had his fingers steepled together.
I waited for him to start talking; when he started I couldn't believe what he had to say.
"Edward, as you know the family business is passed down from one Anthony Edward to the next. The thing that you do not know is that in the early years here in Canada your great-great-great grandfather made a deal with our rivals yet our alliance."
I looked at him at he had just said, I opened my mouth to ask what this deal was, but he beat me to it. He raised his hand and continued. "The arrangement was, that in four generations, which you are part of the fourth, which the Cullen's, us and the Swan's would unite in a holy union, marriage. I just got off the phone with the head of the family, Charles Swan, and he said that his daughter is now fourteen and ready to know about her life. So we decided that when you turn twenty-eight that you and she will be married here in Toronto. So that means you have to abide by the family law. You do remember what it is right?" He told me. I knew he was looking for an answer.
"Yes. The family law states that you are loyal to the family and everyone who is associated with it. As well as you are with one women all your life if you take something on the side you will be killed by those closest to you." I told him verbatim.
"I'm glad you remember. And if you take anyone to your bed before your 28th birthday, it will be me putting a bullet through your skull. Got it?" I nodded my head not wanting to say a thing. He dismissed me, and I left and went back to playing my N64.
2014 (28)
Ever since that day in my father's office twelve years ago, I was scared even looking at a women because of the family law. But I soon got over that and knew how to bend the law to suit my needs. I mean a blow job or a hand job from some of the women we hired to deliver our product around, wanted to help out the future of the family, who was I to say no? My father thankfully never found out or I would be in the bottom of Lake Ontario.
My father called me back into his office a few weeks back to get me started on taking over the family as I was to be married within the year.
I knew what we did and how we did it but it was more of the why we do what we do that had me stumped. I mean look we are the mob, so obviously we can be mean people but a lot of people benefit from our dealings. I don't mean the whores or the gang bangers we employ; I'm talking about those families who would never have enough money to put a fruit on the table, those families who pray that they never get sick and those families who we help out with their post-secondary education so they can make a difference in their community. Those are the people I mean.
I knocked on my father's door waiting to be welcomed in, but all I heard was my father yelling at the top of his lungs, "boy you better get in here quick before Anthony Edward I comes out of his grave just to put you in it!"
Oh fuck! I guess I spoke too soon.
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