Hellur.

Bella parked her sleek white Audi behind the yellow Porsche 911, she was half hoping Alice left by now, but she knew better than that. Sometimes when Alice visited she just didn't know when to leave, she opened the garage and got out of the car. Bella saw the white Tahoe parked in the garage and she couldn't help but smile, it was clear Rosalie lied to her about being away for a few days so she could surprise her tonight but with Alice being here...she couldn't help but wonder.

When she and Rosalie began their relationship, Isabella had to learn to be lenient with some white lies. Like when Rosalie wanted to surprise her by being home early or she had a present for her. Isabella herself never really told a lie...except probably her name. But otherwise she skirted around a lot of things.

Opening the door, Isabella's body was immediately wrapped in warmth of their home, and she could smell something good cooking in the kitchen. She could also hear Rosalie and Alice talking and laughing, closing the door softly and slipping out of her shoes. Isabella went upstairs without being heard.

Being with Rosalie changed a few things for Isabella...or rather her family did. Those people loved to pop up out of no where and yell 'SURPRISE!' or she would just find them in their house, as if they just lived there. So Isabella stopped carrying a gun on her, and settled for two throwing knives, one strapped around her ankle and the other behind her back.

She entered their rather messy bedroom and closed that door softly, the click barely audible then she made her way to their bathroom suite where she locked herself in.

Being around Rosalie's family would have made her lazy, but being with Rosalie...kept her on her toes and active...cardio wise that is.

Isabella hopped up on the bathroom counter and stood up, carefully walking towards one of the air vents by the overhead lights. As quietly as she could, she unlatched the vent and tucked it under her arm and reached in blindly. She wasn't sure how far she stuck the damn thing, it was years ago...biting her bottom lip, Isabella came up on her tippy toes and- "Ahhh". She pulled the foreign and untraceable cell phone out and sat down.

It was time to see what her old friend Ray was up to.

Edward sat at hidden bar, a bit hidden from 59 and no name...well he couldn't pronounce the name...he just said bar and went in. He put a couple of bills in the bar tenders hand and told him to keep the beers coming. His life was a wreck, he had no money no family no street credit. He could barely avoid the suit he wore...it cleaned him out and it still didn't impress Isabella Swan.

With a snort, Edward signaled for another beer. He had been in Vegas when he lost half a million dollars on booze, women and casino's. He needed a another score...a big one. One that could support his lifestyle and bad money habits. So he called up his old buddy Ray.

Edward sat in his penthouse, on the water bed looking over the city of Vegas and the desert beyond it. There was a woman on the floor at the foot of the bed, and two more in the bed cuddling behind him. The sun was high and mighty that morning, nearly blinding him.

"Mr. Mason", Ray's deep voice drawled over the line after the fifth ring.

Edward sighed with relief, taking a long puff from his last cigarette. "I need a score Ray...like fast man. A liquor store...dollar store...wig store! I don't care man, I need to get by for the next few days."

There was nothing but silence, Edward looked at his phone to make sure he hadn't lost the connection. "Ray? Hello?"

"You just had a score 2 weeks ago. You need to lay low, LAPD are trying to extend their search for you and Royce. What happened to that half a million?"

Edward shrugged, flicking away the stub somewhere on the side of the bed. "I don't know man...I came to Vegas and the rest is just a blur." it was a lie. He knew exactly what happened. He had no self control...he knew what his problem was...but he was so used to doing it and fixing it...over and over. It was routine. Edward scooted off the bed, stepping over the woman on the floor. She was surrounded by a white substance and looked to barely be breathing.

"you blew half a fuck...", Ray took a deep breath, "I can't help you Mason. you're on your own...you're a fucking liability."

"Look...just give me one more score alright. And I'll leave you alone...I just a need a big hit man okay?!", the half naked man with the wild bird nest shouted into his phone, voice echoing off the kitchen walls. "Just...", he lowered his tone, "Just one more Ray please?"

Ray sighed, "I don't know Mason...I know some big timers...but I doubt they will help you."

"Big timers like who?"

another long pause, "Aro Volturi and his brother Marcus...Felix...and Boss. But she sort of retired."

Edward blinked, "Boss?..you mean...the one who stole 2 billion fucking dollars from New York and then just disappeared?"

"Yes."

"Ray don't hold out on me man...", Edward had a big smile on his face now.

"fucking bitch", Edward coughed slightly, beer going down the wrong pipe. "thinks she so...better than everyone..."

"woman problems buddy?", the bar tender smiled from across the bar wiping down some wet glasses, it was pretty bland in this bar...then again...it was Monday.

Edward nodded, "Yep...I just don't understand women...especially the rich ones..."

the bar tender laughed, shaking his bald head. "Special kinda breed them women there. Good luck fella", he went to the back leaving the man with the birds nest to his own, still laughing.

"Isabella is home?", Alice said, looking out the window towards the driveway, seeing the white Audi behind her Porsche. She turned to look at her sister with a raised brow, "How did she get by your spidey senses?", Alice teased.

Rosalie shrugged with a smirk, pulling out a third plate to fill it with baked pasta chicken and kale. "I gave up trying to catch that woman. She has always been that quiet it doesn't bother me anymore."

Alice nodded, sitting down at the kitchen table. "Jake was quiet too...when he sneaks out at nights and came back in the mornings when he thought I was sleeping or at work."

Rosalie gave her sister a sad smile, "I'm sorry Alice...If it will help I can call Emmett and have him rough him up a bit?"

Alice giggled, but shook her head softly. "No...no I can't do that to Jake...he is a good guy, Rose he really is but maybe I'm just not doing something right?"

"You're too good for that scum bag", both women jumped as Isabella came down the back stairway leading into the kitchen, looking freshly showered in a long shirt. She went over to Rosalie and gave her a kiss, but she made it quick now that she knew why Alice was over. She had no where to go.

Alice smiled at the two, she was truly happy her sister found some one who was...just an equal for her. They were a perfect match, her love life may be shitty but at least her sister had someone rock solid. "I know...but he is my scum bag Belle. And I love him."

Rose and Bella shared a look, before Rosalie just quietly handed her girlfriend her own plate and they went to join Alice at the table.

All mistakes...probably won't get fixed unless major lol.

I am starting to get into the flow again...I think.

-MG