Title: This Thing Is Ours: A Mafia Romance.
Chapter Two: Getting the Hands a Little Dirty.
Rating: M (for adult themes and future lemons).
Category: Romance, Family, Crime.
Pairing: Edward/Bella.
Summary: Two months after her birth, her mother left. At sixteen years old, the woman she considered to be her mother, laughed at her and threw her away like she meant nothing. Just days later, she faced the darkest point in her life by herself. Now at the age of twenty-two, after having been broken mentally, physically and emotionally, Isabella finds everything she had been searching for after having met Edward Masen. Problem is no one told her that her white knight was the underboss of the Chicago Mob.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning: There will be bloodshed in this chapter.
THANK YOU ALL FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ MY STORY AND FOR REVIEWING.
Junior snorted as yet another peanut failed to make it into his mouth.
"You know," Edward Sr. said as he adjusted the collar of his tailored suit, "if you actually take the time to put the nut into your mouth like a normal human being, then the likelihood of you actually getting to eat the nut increases exponentially."
"I know but where is the fun in that." His son chuckled as he threw another nut into the air only this time, he actually managed to catch it on the tip of his tongue. "I'm the man." He exclaimed and threw in a fist pump for good measure.
"Will you ever act your age? You have salt all over you and my car." Edward Sr. groaned, dropping his head heavily against the back of the seat.
"I bought you this car." Junior chuckled, making sure to dust off all the salt that had fallen on him onto the floor of his father's belated birthday gift: a fully loaded silver Rolls Royce Ghost.
"You little shit!" Sr. exclaimed, smacking his son in the head.
"Fuck, dad!" Junior winced as he tenderly touched his head. "Sorry." He apologised feeling like his head was about to exploded.
"We're hear, sirs." The driver called softly from his seat as they drove through the gates of the warehouse.
"It's like driving into a Mercedes dealership." Junior chuckled yet again as he took a quick invoice of the various cars already parked there.
"What drug did you take before coming here?" Sr. watched his son warily.
"I'm high of life, Father." Junior threw back before stepping out the car.
Like if a switch was flipped, Junior grew eerily quiet. His shoulder muscles tensed visibly and he drew himself up to his full high. The green of his eyes darkened considerably and his face was set in the most unforgiving manner. It was at this time the familial relationship between father and son slipped into nothingness. Now, they stepped into the roles they had earned through the most archaic way; through their blood, sweat and tears.
Inside the warehouse structure, silence fell when it was announced that the Boss was here though none feared Edward Sr. as much as they did his son. Junior, after all, was a bit trigger happy.
As it was expected by custom, Edward Sr. entered the warehouse with his son walking a few paces behind him on his right and his consiligere or advisor, Alistair Basso, to his left and as they passed through the crowd, each man bent his head as a sign of respect.
No one knew why they had been gathered at the warehouse on such short notice but they all had their suspicions. After all, that particular warehouse was only used for two reasons. The first one was for the indoctrination of new members. Sure there was a table resting off to the side of the stage with various pictures of the Saints and a lighter but the mood was all too wrong. Those members who had been around long enough knew that that was not the case. After all there had been no talk of indoctrination and the set-up for the evening was all wrong. The atmosphere was too tense and their Boss looked too deadly for something as joyous as having new soldiers join their ranks.
No. The members who were around long enough knew that the reason they were gathered there and such short notice was because someone had messed up and that blood was going to flow.
Without saying a word to anyone, Edward Sr. made his way over to the raised platform at the head of the room. His son and consiligere stopped at the base of the platform. Junior took a second to unbutton his jacket and allowed his gun to be on full display.
"Buona sera, signori." Edward Sr. said allowing his deep voice to reverberate throughout the silent warehouse. "My Underboss called this meeting and as such, I will be handing over this meeting to him."
"Thank you, Boss." Junior said as he bent to kiss the ring on his father's hand.
"Signori," Junior said, his voice chilling, "I thank you all for making an effort to come here tonight after my very late notice." Junior began though they all knew that they had no choice. "I have called this meeting simply because I have found that there are liars in my midst and that I cannot and will not tolerate."
"Will Aro and Marcus Volturi please step forward?" Junior called and instantly the men standing around the two capos moved, leaving the two men standing by themselves.
With a quick glance at each other, they squared their shoulders and made their way up to the platform.
"Are you sons here with us tonight?" Edward Sr. called from where he sat behind his son.
"No, Boss. They are not here since they have not been inducted into our Family." Marcus responded after quickly clearing his throat.
"Give them a call. This will be a good lesson for them. We'll give them, say thirty minutes." Edward Sr. said as if he was extending an invitation to the young me but both Aro and Marcus knew that it was an order.
Quickly, both men called their sons and the crowd remained silent while Junior and Edward Sr. shared several laughs with Alistair while they waited.
Twenty-five minutes and twenty-three seconds later, six young men entered the dead silent warehouse warily wearing expensive, tailored suits.
"Come boys and join your father's at the front of the room." Sr. called as the boys who timidly stood at the back. "I must say you boys look casket sharp."
James, the eldest of the six led the boys up and chose to stand next to his father.
"Now that these young men are here, we can proceed." Junior took back the reins from Edward Sr. "I was brought to my attention Boss that these six young men have had intentions of joining our ranks for some time now. As it is customary, I had Alec look into their background because it is known that all this young men had served time in MCC. After learning of Alec's findings, I was led to believe that nothing came out of it; that their convictions were nothing out of the norm. He led me to believe that their crimes were nothing that we, as a family, are not unfamiliar with: a drug possession charge or something like that. Isn't that right, Alec?" Junior called to the blond haired man who was trying to be invisible.
"Yes, Capo." The man responded quickly.
"Why don't you join us up here?" Junior called before quickly turning back to the crowd. "So it should be alright if I was to induct them right now. Right, Alec?"
"Yes, Capo." Alec answered though his voice tremble slightly just a few steps away from the Underboss.
Swiftly and precisely, Junior pulled his gun out and with one shot he blew off Alec's knee cap. The men standing behind the now injured man winced as his blood spattered onto their clothing.
"Lies!" Junior roared. "Stop kissing Aro's fucking ass and speak the bloody truth. What were their crimes?"
"Capo," Alec gasped, "I don't know what you are speaking about. Credimi."
"Your pleas fall on deaf ears, my boy." Edward Sr. said with a shake of his head.
"Jasper, what are their crimes?" Junior turned to another man who stood motionless in a corner of the room.
"The sons of Aro and Marcus Volturi were arrested and charged with the kidnapping and attempted rape of a young woman." Jasper drawled in a monotone voice, having no sympathy for the man who was clutching at his limp leg while the eyes of every man present widened marginally.
"Is this true, gentlemen?" Junior asked. "And for your sake, do not lie to me!"
"It is true." Marcus responded as he dropped his chin to his chest. "My sons Michael, Tyler and Alex were arrested and charged with the crimes Mr Whitlock has brought to the attention of the Family."
"Then why not come forward when questions were being asked as to their convictions, Marcus?" Edward Sr. asked with his fingers tips now joined together in front of him.
"I was afraid for my sons. Their crimes were irreprehensible." Marcus sighed.
"No." Edward Sr. shook his head. "What made their crimes irreprehensible was the fact that the young woman who was wronged in all this shares family ties with two of our members here."
"What?" Aro asked as his head snapped up.
"Don't play dumb Aro because you know exactly who she is and the relationships she shares with these two members. You knew exactly where these boys first met her." Junior sneered.
"Phil Costa, Carlisle Cullen. I am both disappointed with you. It took one of you six years before you said anything and sought justice for the one you claim to be one of yours. Our women but more importantly, our daughters are the most precious thing we are blessed with. I will admit to envying every one of you who will return home tonight and would be greeted by your daughter's laughter." Edward Sr. sighed heavily.
"Now between the nine of you," Edward Sr. said, "you weaved a very tangle web in hopes that I would not discover the truth behind the actions of the young men here. However, their crimes were brought to light and now a judgement must be handed down. Now because these young men have not taken the oath of Omerta justice can only be passed if person seeking the interest of the wronged party and who is also a member of our Family speaks up and demands justice. It just so happens that Carlisle Cullen has sought the interest of his relative and as such he has asked that these young men be knocked off. Junior, will you take over from here?"
"Gladly!" Junior sneered as he rounded on the nine terrified men. "On your knees!" Junior barked. Instantly, the eight men dropped to their knees with their heads bowed since Alec was already clutching his blown out knee. "Had you spoken the truth from the first day, things would have played out differently. The lives of your sons would have been spared but your actions have left me with little choice. Your sons will die tonight and their blood will be on your hands. Aro, Marcus, please stand and take out your guns."
"As the Underboss of this Borgata, I am ordering you to kill the seven men in front of you." After his instructions, the gathered men visibly winced. Aro broke out in a cold sweat as he looked down at the trembling forms of his sons while Marcus began to cry. Both men knew that their sons would die that night. The only question was if they would die by their fathers' hands or at the hands of man who could care less if they were breathing or not. The two men also knew that if they failed to kill their sons, then they were going to be killed too.
Silence fell as the waiting game started. Seconds passed by then it turned into minutes. Junior, who was not the most patient person in the world, soon began to get restless.
"Oh for fucks sake!" Edward swore reaching for his own gun but before he could even touch the cool steel, seven shots rang out in rapid succession.
With a hint of sulphur lingering in the air, Alistair stepped forward and confirmed that all six boys had been shot in the head and killed instantly. Alec whimpered pathetically as James, Aro's eldest son, stared lifelessly back at him.
Marcus dropped to the floor and pulled his sons' bodies into his chest as he openly wept. Aro tenderly closed his sons' eyes as he wiped any lingering tears on their cheeks away.
"I would like to think that you will all think about lying to me again." Junior said coldly and with that both Masen men left the warehouse with instructions to have to place burnt to the ground when everyone had left.
As the car door shut behind Junior, his father turned to him with a very pained expression on his face.
"On day, my son, when you have a son of your own, you will understand the depth of pain you have just inflicted on those men."
"And when I have a son, Father, he will never lay his hands on a woman with ill intent and malice." Junior said as he accepted a strong drink from his father.