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Chapter 2

I had to let the words sink in before responding.

"What do you mean protecting her? I don't get hired to protect people; I get hired to kill people that need to be killed. You out of all people should know that, dad!" I was now shouting. I couldn't believe this. Why does this- person need protecting? I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a gust of air. At this moment I don't feel like a professional, I feel like a rookie that needs to prove himself before taking on a bigger assignment.

"Edward I am giving you this assignment because this will give you the chance to take down our number one target. " Dad said as he removed his glasses and leaned back in his black leather office chair. I immediately stopped skimming over the file and look at my father with wide eyes. "Aro Volturi." I said, and it was barely a whisper. "Elaborate, please!" I demanded.

With a loud sigh, Carlisle began his explanation. "Your assignment's name is Isabella Swan. She's 25 and the ex-girlfriend or ex-wife or ex-whatever you want to call it of Aro Volturi. Isabella has been with Aro since she was 21 and fresh out of college. Isabella was aware that Aro was bringing women from other countries over to the states. However, Aro tricked her into believing that he brought these women and teenage girls over to have them start a new life and to be able to support their families back in their home countries. But when Isabella found out that these women and teenage girls were being used as prostitutes on the west coast, well, she got up and left Aro without a word. I wouldn't say that she left him, Aro would have killed her before she would have had a chance to pack her suit case. The night that she left, Aro sent some of his men to go look for her. They found her car on some desert road on the California boarder completely totaled and burnt to a crisp. Apparently she faked her death in order to escape. Two months after her fake death, Aro received an anonymous phone call stating that Isabella was alive. They did not provide any additional information. Sources state that Aro has hired Jacob Black to find her and get rid of her. "Jacob Black. I can't even think of any other words to include in the same sentence. This man was ruthless, the exact opposite of my father and I. He exterminated men, women and children if needed. I could never kill an innocent child. A woman, well it depends.

"Why do they want her dead?" I asked Carlisle, except I already knew the answer. She knew too much. "Isabella has some information that can put Aro Volturi away for life. But I don't want him behind bars Edward, I want him dead." He said it so low that I wasn't sure I heard him right. "But the problem is that the agency won't put a hit on him." That didn't make sense. All the agency needed was a little bit of proof and they put the hit out in minutes. "Do you think he has bought someone at the agency?" I asked Carlisle trying to put two and two together.

"I'm not sure Edward, when I bring up Aro's name up in the agency every time a new hit gets put out, Bruce just says that there's not enough proof." Carlisle explained.

"What am I to do with her, Carlisle? Take her to the beach? I don't know a thing about this. I just know how to kill." I put my head in my hands trying to think of a way out of this. "She works at the Starbucks in the Midtown Mall, in Wynwood. Meet her, get to know her. But Edward, please protect her by all means necessary. She is a very valuable asset to this assignment and she may be the key to finally approving a hit on Aro Volturi. Here, this is how she looks like." Carlisle handed me a Polaroid picture of her working. I studied the picture; she was cute, petite, long brown hair, big brown eyes. I placed all of the documents along with her picture back into the manila folder and stood up to leave. "Edward." Carlisle called, "This is important, don't screw this up." I just rolled my eyes and strolled out of the office, down the elevator and into my S550.

2 hours later, I finally park my car in a space that is not only near the door but distant from other cars. See, I love my car and I cannot have anyone or anything destroying it much less have even a scratch on it. "Goodness, why here?" I asked to no one in particular. Midtown Mall was on the dividing line of expensive homes, and the area of Miami where the largest distribution of Heroin is located. It's one of those neighborhoods where they are knocking everything down and getting rid of the poor, drug addicts that infest this area and replacing it with new apartment buildings and new houses for the rich people to move to. I walk into the mall, and instantly I am bombarded with women trying to sell all their products to me while trying to show all the cleavage that they possible can without having their tits spill out in the process. My plan: keep walking. If Emmet were here and single he would have gotten each and every single number from each of these women. Why not me? Well, I'm not interested in romance or love or any type of intimate relationship. Sure I had girls that I could call if I ever got lonely, but that was it. It never went beyond sex.

I walked into the Macy's where the Starbucks is located and pretended to look at some clothes while I caught sight of her. Hmm… its 12pm. Carlisle said her shift started at 12pm… I was just about to call Carlisle to confirm her shift when I caught sight of her. She was wearing that offensive green colored polo shirt that said Starbucks on the corner and khaki Bermuda shorts with black low top converse. Her hair was picked up into a pony tail with her Starbucks visor on her head and her apron draped over her shoulder. It didn't matter what she was wearing. She could have been wearing a cow costume and she still would have looked absolutely beautiful. Careful Edward, we don't shit where we eat.

The only way I can start to protect her is to actually meet her. So I walked up to the line at Starbucks and started looking at the menu. God, I hate this place. Why does there have to be 25 different types of coffee? Caramel, mocha, vanilla lattes with or without foam… after a few moments staring at the menu I heard someone clear their throat. That distracted me and caused me to look down at my new assignment. I guess she realized she was staring rather rudely and then closed her mouth and blushed this amazing shade of pink that covered most of her cheeks. "Can I help you? You seem a bit lost." Her voice was shaky, like if she was nervous.

I smiled my crooked smile at her and said "Well, Bella-" her name was on her nametag "I just want a regular coffee with 2 creams and 2 sugars. I know it's probably not on the menu but one should be able to order a regular coffee at a coffee shop." I said matter of factly. She pressed a couple of different buttons on the cash register and rang me up. I gave her a five and put the change in the tip jar. I was about to walk away to wait for my coffee when she spoke up. "Umm sir? I would need your name so that I can call you when it's ready." I looked back at her and said "Edward."

I stood next to the counter and watched as she wrote my name of the cup and continued to fix my coffee. It fascinated just to watch her move around. "Here you go, Edward." She said as she handed me my cup. Even then way she said my named sparked something inside me. I took a one of my business card and handed it to her and said "Here you go, Bella." She took the card from my hand and I leaned over and told her, "My club is looking to hire some new people and I'd love for you to come down for an interview. "

She looked at the card and smiled slightly and said "Thanks but, no thanks. I mean no disrespect when I say this but I've dealt with your type before and I'm not interested in being some slutty looking dancer in some cage on stage, nor am I interested in being some barmaid for these intoxicated men that think just because they throw around a hundred dollar bill they can grab on me. " And handed the business card back to me. What the fuck? Barmaid..? Dancer…? I realized that this was going to be difficult. In order to watch over her and protect her, I needed to get her out of this piece of shit dead end job and get her over to my side of town. I ignored her out stretched hand and said in a very professional matter. "I don't run any kind of strip club if that's what you're thinking, and I don't have any women dancing in cages. I treat my employees with the respect that they deserve, and I believe that you don't know a thing about "my type"." –I made sure to the air quotations to make my point. By this point her expression was one of surprise that I would have that kind of response. "The position I have available is not degrading in any sense. If you are interested, you can give me a call. I hope to hear from you Bella. Sooner rather than later that is." With that, I took my coffee and walked back out of the store.

A/N: So.. what do we think about Bella? Remember shes been through alot with her faking her own death and all. We cant just have her being all friendly with people she doesnt know. i mainly wanted this story to be in Edwards POV, but as i was puttign my outline together i realized i may just need to put a couple of chapters with her POV so thats coming soon most likely next chapter. I did want to post this chapter yesterday but i was having a bit of writers block. so i'll be working on ch 3 this weekend. meanwhile, leave me some reviews.. i want to know whats on your minds. seee ya :)