Hey you guys! So the ban/protest last weekend seemed to be pretty well done by authors and readers. Not sure about the people wanting to pull our stories, and ffn itself, but I'm proud of everyone that participated in it. Hopefully they took notice.

So, with this chapter, we're getting a little bit of Edward before he finally sees Bella. And a little extra information as well.

And if you haven't read 'MGEMP', then you are going to be totally lost with this story. Lol Soooo I suggest reading that before this. I've got it setup where this is playing off of that story. So, MGEMP should be read first for any of this to make sense.

As usual, Lola is my beta, awesome friend, and cool picture maker. Lol

And SM owns Twilight, I surely don't.

This story is also on TWCS if ever it gets pulled from this site. Or if you just want to check out the pictures that go along with each story, which are on there already, and on my profile.

Read on my peeps!


EPOV

Seriously? I start my search for Bella and this dickhead has to call me?

It sucks to be a fucking important person in this business.

Damn it all the hell.

Getting people to respect you in a new town is hard. But when it's this business that you're trying to get respect in, then you better show them that you're not fucking around.

Being dad's right hand man is why I had to leave Forks and rush back to Seattle. I'm the one that people have to deal with first, if they want to even have a chance at dealing with Carlisle Cullen. When you're as important as dad is, then you have to become priority to become important enough to be on his list.

Not his hit list. That's a different one.

Anyways, I had to get back to Seattle to meet with Riley, one of the guys I've been doing business with here. He's one of the only people I trusted here, outside of the family.

I already have issues trusting people that I have no idea what their intentions are.

It's extremely important in our line of work that we can trust the people we surround ourselves with. We've had to weed out some rats several times in the past, but it's to be expected in our line of work.

And what, exactly, is our line of work, you ask?

Well, we're what people call, the mafia. It's not so much just killing people, and doing every illegal thing imaginable.

No. We do more than that.

Yes, we kill people, but not without cause. That person has to have done wrong to our family, scrounged their opportunity to pay us back or work off what they owe us, hurt someone from the family, done some shady business, or done something extremely illegal that the cops can't handle. No, we don't work for the cops, but we keep an ear out for things they're working on, and we pick up the slack. We're not all bad. We've done some drug selling, but we let that ship sail. No human trafficking. Big no-no for us. Our other main things are guns, and shipping.

So we do a little of everything.

But, of course, we can't just do that as a business. We have to have 'real jobs'. So, we all have our business ventures.

Most of us own our own businesses. Like me, I have hotels, clubs, and a few apartments/ condo complexes. Things like that. Jasper likes to be the 'financial guy', always makes sure we're doing the right things with our money. I would rather trust someone that's in the family with that side of things, than have just anyone do it. Jasper is very good at his job. Dad; he's into almost everything. He's got hotels, clubs, casinos, shipping ports in almost all the major cities.

Now, mom on the other hand, she refused to be the stay at home 'mafia wife'. She did a little side business out of the house where she would bake for people who had requested things. And she had a regular running customer list. People loved her stuff. I don't know why she didn't just open up a bakery, but she enjoyed the hell out of what she did for others. She also ran a dance school and taught a dance class of her own. Her thing was ballroom dancing. It was another thing she absolutely loved to do. She plans on starting classes, here in Seattle, soon.

Our cousin, Emmett, is still in Chicago, keeping an eye on business there. He and his dad, our uncle Ed, were running things now that we weren't there. Emmett wanted to stay on with our 'crew', but for the moment, we needed him there.

I don't blame him, though. Em, Jazz and I always were a great team, together. It was gonna be hard not doing this without him here all the time. He was always the comedy in a serious business.

But we're hoping that, very soon, he'll be able to come out here, permanently. Uncle Ed and his other son, Anthony, were fully capable of handling things on their own. But for the time being, they're taking control, and doing a great job.

After going to the docks to deal with Riley and the shit they were trying to pull with the club, I head over to the hotel and get some things finalized with the remodels we're getting set to do.

I really like the hotel. It's so different from any other place I've been and I want to keep it different. The rooms seemed to be more in line with the normal, upper scale hotel rooms you would find out there. I wanted to modernize it. That's why I went with the new name, and then the moon on the walls would tie it together. The light fixtures is one of the things I've got to make a choice on tonight. My crew that's been working on the remodel keeps going back and forth, and I'm just gonna have to nip it in the bud. It's gonna be my final decision, anyways.

After deciding on the track lights that are a light tan/gold color and in different sizes, it's well after midnight. Tanya, the current hotel manager, and my assistant, is the only one on duty this late, and I really wish she wasn't. All she fucking does is throw herself at me. The only thing she hasn't done is jump on me or torn her clothes off. Which I'm afraid won't be too far in the future.

God help me.

She's great as a manager, but when she sees the dollar signs walk in the door, she turns it on. She turns into the 'sex vixen', as she likes to call herself. But really, she's just slutty in how she does things to get men. I've told her that she needs to tone it down and knock it off. It's not professional and I won't put up with that kind of shit. But, her reaction is to try and kiss me.

She really is desperate. She reminds me too much of Irina. And I seriously don't need another woman like her.

If I'm ever going to have another woman in my life, she has to be real. And she definitely has to love my children. That's a deal breaker, right there. My kids are my whole world.

I'm working on getting the rest of the ordering done for the rest of the things needed for the remodel, when Jasper texts me that he's on the road back to Seattle. But he doesn't tell me if he has Bella with him or not. So I text his ass back, asking him if she's with him, and what do I get back from him?

Abso-fucking-lutely nothing!

Dickhead!

If she's not with him, I'm shooting him in the fucking foot.

Waiting for them to get here is like torture for me. It's been so damn long, and she's getting closer and closer, but still not here.

I just want to see my girl! Is that too much to fucking ask!

While I'm in my office, I watch on the cameras for any sign of them. So far, nothing. It's been almost two hours.

Then I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I yell, probably a little more harshly than I should. Oh well.

Tanya pokes her head through the door and gives me, what I think is suppose to be, a seductive smile. But it just doesn't work. It's not sweet or kind. There's only one smile that would make my heart swell. And I haven't seen it in twenty years.

"Hey Eddie. I thought you had gone ahead and gone up to your floor. I saw your light on in here and thought you might want some… company." She smiled saucily at me.

It only made me cringe. Gah, why in the holy fuck does this woman have to be so damn unprofessional? I don't need this shit, and I don't need her going and trying to file a sexual harassment suit on me later, even if I did want to do anything with her. Which I would rather stab myself in the fucking eye.

"Tanya, I don't know how many times I have to tell you, that is unprofessional and if you can't act like a manager of one of the top hotels in Seattle, then you can be replaced. I will not put up with this. So you can go home and think about getting your shit together and act like the professional you're suppose to be-" I told her, but the movement out of the corner of my eye made me stop.

I looked at the monitor that was watching the front doors, and saw Jasper walking in with a brunette.

Bella.

It had to be her.

"Look, Tanya, I gotta go out front. I suggest you take my advice and rethink your priorities and professionalism. I have no problem bringing someone else in that can handle the position without throwing themselves at their boss." I said as I got up and walked around my desk to leave my office.

"Eddie, just consider how good we could be. You know it's just a matter of time before you come crawling to me for it." She tried to be the innocent, yet sexy kind of girl, but just came off as desperate and annoying as fuck.

"Actually I think I'd rather shoot myself in the head." I muttered, hoping she didn't hear, but didn't care one way or the other. I'm probably going to have to fire her within the week with her keeping this shit up. I can't deal with it.

I walked out of the office after she had, and started walking towards the lobby.

I could hear low voices talking, but wasn't sure what was being said. I could also hear Tanya following behind me, which just fucking pissed me off.

Can this woman not get a damn clue?

As I made my way closer, I saw that Jasper had his arm slung over her shoulder, talking to her quietly.

He looked up as he heard my approach and told her that he was sure I already had a room and key ready for her.

Which I did.

Hey, Jasper was right, she's family and there's no way in hell I was letting her pay for it when there was no need.

I really just want her to stay forever…

I need to hold off on that one… for a little while anyways.

Oh come on. Do you really think I still don't love her? I've always loved this girl. Even at six years old, she stole my heart, and never gave it back.

I know that it's not the same when you're six or seven, as when you twenty six, but with her being right there in front of me, makes all of those feelings come back, and strengthen. Granted I'm not going to propose to her right now, but I do want to see where things could go with her. I want to get to know her again, and to see how well, or even if, she could handle our lifestyle. I definitely don't want to lose her again.

When she finally turned around, I had to stop in my tracks, and my jaw dropped open.

Fuck, I must have done something right in a past life.

Standing there in front of me is the most beautiful sight, ever.

There is Bella in a pair of tight stone washed jeans, a black Beatles tee, black boots over the jeans, and a fitted hoodie. Her hair is up in a ponytail, and she has on very little makeup.

So simple, but still so stunning.

And the brown eyes that I've always found so soulful and beautiful look even deeper than I remember.

She has grown into such a magnificent creature. When I call her my sweet beauty, it's well earned.

I wasn't expecting her to run over to me and wrap her arms around my waist, with her head buried in my chest.

And I've missed this feeling so much that it takes me a second to respond. I eagerly wrap my own arms around her, as tightly as I can, without hurting her, and rest my cheek on top of her head.

Fuck, she smells good. Like strawberries and lavender. So delicious.

I can feel her body vibrating, and then realize she's crying. I try to sooth her as best I can. For some reason, I've always been the one that can calm her down.

How she can think that I'm 'beautiful' is beyond my comprehension. She is the gorgeous, striking beauty. Not me. No way in hell is it me.

When Tanya decides to interrupt our moment, I suddenly feel like I want to take back the rule about not hurting women… Cuz she is severely close to getting beat down.

As I tell Tanya that Bella has family rights, I see a slight flash of irritation in her eyes, but she quickly masks it.

Once Tanya finally leaves, I explained the room stuff to Bella. Jasper and I walked over to gather her bags for her.

When Jasper tells me that the dog has a bullet with his name on it, and his eyes motion towards where Bella is standing, it takes me a second to realize that Black has done something to her.

And I am fuming.

I don't want to say anything until we are out of earshot of anyone, even though it's the middle of the night. I want to do this in the privacy of a room. I just hope I can deal with what she tells me.

When we're up in her suite, I just go and look out over the city, praying that whatever Black did, wasn't anything that I'm thinking. And I've got some worst case scenarios going through my head.

None of which I can stomach.

As I listen to her recounting what Black did to her, I'm filled with rage and fucking anger that is about to boil over.

That fucking prick touched her.

Without her permission.

Fucking violated her.

HE'S A DEAD MAN!

I have to get out of here, even for a few moments, because I'm about to hit something.

I try to think quickly what room Bella said she didn't care for, and in the back of my mind I remember that it was the office.

So I quickly make my way to the office, and the first thing I do is punch a hole in the wall. And then a few more. I rip the door off the hinges and throw it across the room. Then I take the office chair and throw that across the room, as well. I start throwing shit from on top of the desk, too. Anything I can get my hands on.

I'm so fucking enraged that I almost can't breath.

When I get through with Jacob fucking Black, he's going wish that the only thing I do to him, is cut his dick off.

I stand there looking at the hole in the wall for a while. I don't even look at the rest of the destruction I've caused, because right now, I want to do so much more, but I can't find anything else to break in here.

I have to calm down. She could have already run out of the suite when she heard me in here.

God, she's probably scared to death because of this. I don't want her to think that I would hurt her. I would never, ever, fucking hurt her, in any way. She's too precious to me.

As I'm breathing deeply, I'm trying to get a handle on my rage.

I'll deal with Black in time.

But right now, I need to go to Bella.

I feel the tears gather in my eyes, realizing the horror she must have felt when he attacked her.

It should have never happened.

I should have fucking been here!

I could have stopped him.

I rush out of the office, back towards the living room, and fall to my knees in front of her, wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my face in her stomach.

I can't take it anymore, and I let it out. I cry for her, and the fear that she must have lived with all these years.

I think about Rosalie and what happened to her several years ago. She wasn't much older than Bella was, but she was attacked and raped by two guys in Chicago. They hurt her pretty badly, and the doctors told her how hard it would be for her to have a child, naturally. The two men were so rough with her that they caused a lot of damage to her, down there.

Emmett had been about as enraged as I was a few minutes ago, when he found out that his girlfriend of three years had been raped.

It's not something he got over very easily.

He's still very protective of her. Makes sure she has a tracker in her phone, makes sure she calls a few times a day to know she's ok.

She objected at first, telling him he was being insane, but when he told her that it would put him at ease and let him do his job better by knowing that she's safe and happy, made her change her mind.

They still do their routine check-in with each other everyday, if they're not together, but Emmett has eased up a little on things.

I can't say that I blamed him for how he reacted.

Especially now.

When I finally had calmed down, she's the one that soothes me, not the other way around.

I don't understand how she can be this calm about it, but I'm thankful.

I'm so glad that she wants to talk to Rosalie. That woman… you would never know now that she had been a victim. She bounced back so well, even though it took some time. She's back to her old self. Better, even.

But when Bella tells me she might not be able to have children, my heart just sinks.

She should be blessed with as many children as she wants. A dozen, if that's what it takes.

I just hope that this isn't a cause from what Jacob did to her. If it is, I will make sure he dies a slow and excruciatingly painful death. A bullet to the head is too easy. He shouldn't be able to just get it over with. No, I think I'll ponder about what exactly I can do for our dear friend, Jacob Black.

When Bella thinks she overstepped on the subject of the twins' mother, I know I have to tell her about Irina.

That woman doesn't deserve the breath wasted on her story, but it's something Bella needs to know about.

She needs to know about my family, too.

I'm a little shocked at her reaction and that she wants to rip Irina a new one. But I wouldn't stop her if it came to it. Especially if Irina ever thinks she will be a part of their lives.

She can fucking think again.

It will never happen.


Alright, so that was that chapter. The next one is already written and ready to go. I'm gonna start working on 4 now.

I'll see you guys next week at MGEMP!

Laters!