Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

EPOV

"Isabella Swan, 22, 5'.." but I intruppted.

"Yeah, I know that but give me some personal" I sneered, running my fingers through my hair out of frustration.

"Um..here is something, she was a child prodigy in music," my eyes widen "She goes to school at Julliard for the cello. She was born and raised in Forks Washington." Where the fuck that? Who names a fucking city after a eating untensil? "Her father and mother were murder when she was 8, they never caught who did it. Tossed around in foster care till they found her grandparents when she was 10."

"Is that all you have?"

"Yes boss, still looking for a address I will contact you if I find anything" I pressed the end button. I want my Isabella. (AN:I suck at writing EPOV) Isabella, I couldn't get her out of my mind, fiesty little thing. I googled her, looking at her pictures, listening to her music. She was tiny compared to my large frame. She had deep rich brown hair that flowed to the middle of her back and chocolate pools in her eyes that I seem to get caught up in. She was slender with large perky tits and a nice round ass that I wanted to pound. She had two tiny dimples (AN:I know bella in book doesn't have dimples, but I'm a sucker for them.)she was simply stunning. 20 minutes my phone rang,

"She lives in apartment 2 minutes away from the school, Woodridge apartment number 23 (AN:making this up)"

"Got it,look to see what else you can find." As soon as I ended the conversation I began one with my brother/right hand man,Emment.

"Here is her address, find her, and bring her to me."

BPOV

I exhaled deepy, unlocking the door to my apartment. I threw my keys on the coffee table falling on the couch. What am I going to do for a job? If it wasnt for that sexy pig I would still have my job. Maybe I should try to beg for job back.I got up and walked to my extra room which I have converted to a music room that held all three of my cellos. I had two Yamaha SVC-110 Silent Electric Cello one in red the other in black. I could sell one of them to get me through rent this month. And their was my beautiful acoustic cello standing on it's stand I could never to bring my self to sell it. So, it was decided I packed up my black Yamaha SVC-110 Silent Electric Cello (you should google it I have one). As I went to lock up my door I saw two goons with suits, the same one from the resturant. No, it can't be but, the were looking right at me. I picked my case and started to walk at a quick pace in the oppiste direction.

I heard steps behind me and what sound like,"That's her." My fast walk turned into a full blown sprint I then felt a large hand

"Let me go!" He quickly cover my mouth with a cloth with sweet smelling substance. Oh, shit..don't inhale don'..I felt my eyes close and heard,

"Take the case, I got the girl." He threw me over my shoulder and then I lost consciousness.

Hey, just wrote this real quick. If anybody was intersted in Co writing with me to help with the length then that would be great. Because I have great ideas but not a strong writer and I'm really struggling with my writing. So any advice, tips, suggesting are welcome. Thanks for reading.