GangstaSummoner: Sorry for the semi-long wait. I kinda rushed this one, wish resulted in it being crappy. Not the story, just with my grammar and whatnot. Next time, I'll know to check everything over and over again before sending it to my beta. Shout out to my beta, Lezlee, thanks girl for putting up with me! Now, I give you chapter 6!


Chapter 6 – Meet the Cullens

That had to be the dumbest thing I'd done in my entire life. Well, it wasn't like I had any other choice. I mean, Edward just murdered Dre, some thirty minutes ago, in cold blood and expected me to be cool about it. It took him less than a minute to destroy all Dre had created; all Cat Eyez and I had worked more than five years for, and now it was all gone. He came in and took control; and most importantly, he'd staked his claim on me. When Edward placed that bullet between Dre's eyes, I lost my pimp. I belonged to no one but myself. I had the right to use my body in any way that I saw fit.

It was when he led Cherie and me into his enormous, warm home, that I knew that I had to milk him out of every last dime he had. Edward Cullen was not going to have me as his own personal sex slave. He had to pay for it just like the tricks on the streets did. If he wanted a hooker on his arm, he damn sure was going to get it.

Cherie gripped my hand lightly and I squeezed back to reassure her that everything was okay. We were going to be fine. Cherie was still young and a rookie. She barely knew what to do when she ran into a trick. This life scared her. I didn't know much about her because we never got around to talking about her past. I assumed her story was the same as all the rest; a broken home, abused by her daddy, mom probably was a drug addict, and maybe she became sexually active around the age of twelve. It was all the same. I had heard those stories so many times before. Hell, my story was similar.

But if Cherie wanted to survive in this world; she had to forget about her shitty past, say "fuck it" and move on with life. I learned a long time ago, that no one on the streets cares about you or where the hell you came from. They could care less. She should focus on the future and nothing more.

"Welcome to my home ladies," said Edward. He moved briskly toward the bar, grabbed three clear shot glasses and poured rum into the glasses. He looked up and motioned his head for us to come over.

I pulled Cherie along with me and made sure that she stayed close by my side. When we approached the bar, I climbed onto the black bar stool, just as he pushed the glass toward me with the back of his hand.

Cherie climbed onto the stool beside me. Edward pushed the glass toward her and she only stared at it, as if she did not know what to do with it.

I rested my left arm in my lap-it was still sore from the fall- and wrapped my hand around the small glass. I stirred the warm liquid by shaking the glass and looked at Cherie. "Put some Coke and ice in there for her," I suggested. Otherwise, that would be good liquor gone to waste.

"No. I'll drink," she said and picked up the glass. She raised the glass to her lips, the strong scent of the rum making her nose wrinkle. She tilted her head back and swallowed with nervousness. She exhaled deeply and her nostrils flared. With a quick push and pull motion, she let the warm liquid coat the back of her throat. She gasped loudly, placed the glass on the bar counter with a loud thud and reached for her throat as if the rum is burning through her skin. "That is disgusting," she coughed.

I laughed and looked at Edward from under my eyelashes. "I told you to put some Coke in it." I took a quick swig of my drink and savored the taste.

Edward smiled. "You're still wet behind the ears."

"I only started a few days ago. That same night that woman took Icee," said Cherie.

"That woman has a name, you know."

I would have recognized that cold, shallow voice anywhere. It was Rosalie, followed by Emmett, Alice, Jasper, Carlisle and Esme, all dressed as if they had just come from a night out on the town. I dropped my glass on the bar counter, the shot glass spun around in a circle and eventually landed flat on its bottom. I thrummed my fingers against the granite top and tried to restrain myself. It took all the strength that I had to not grab the glass in front me and chuck it at the matriarch of their family, Esme. Trust me; I had a hit out on her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Someone has a serious temper," said Alice. She has something coming from me, too. Taking my damn money. She definitely doesn't know who the hell she is fucking with. She hung onto Jasper's arm like a little kid, swinging his arm from left the right. "So, Edward, you got your gift. What do you think?"

Edward looked over the rim of his glass and swallowed the liquid. I watched as the muscles in his throat contracted, which caused his Adam's apple to bob up and down. He placed the glass down. "She's perfect."

Alice jumped up and down and grinned as if she had hit the jackpot. "I told you so."

Out the corner of my eye, I saw Esme move toward me, her brown boots tapped against the floor and her hair bounced around her heart-shaped face. She had an unusual smile on her face; a warm and welcoming smile. I groaned loudly. Does she dare speak to me after what she did?

"I would like to apologize for my actions. That was very rude and un-lady like of me."

I sighed, rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth. "Whatever, lady."

She quickly grabbed me by the arm, her nails buried deep into my skin. I tried to yank my arm away, but she held on tightly. That warm, motherly smile of hers had vanished completely. "You are in my house now and you are going to respect me." I heard the authority in her voice, even though her words were as soft as a bug. "I paid good money for that bastard, Dre's hotel suite, and I do not want it to go to waste." She looked over her shoulder at her family and back toward me, with a burning anger behind those deep golden eyes. "You work for us now. Do you understand?" Her grasp grew tighter and her words became even sterner. "Do you understand?"

I finally was able to pull my arm away. "Yeah."

"Good, and Emmett show the other girl where she will be sleeping. She looked toward Edward and gave him a warning glare. "Take it easy on her, okay? She's still sore."

"No problem there, Mom," said Edward with a hint of excitement.

It was obvious who wore the pants in the house. Carlisle said absolutely nothing when Esme practically chewed me out. He just stood there with a blank stare on his face. Esme reached for his hand and led him up the stairs. Jasper and Alice disappeared into one of the rooms toward the back of the house and Emmett, Rosalie and Cherie were not far behind them.

That left me and Edward alone.

I had to figure Edward out. I already knew that he was a crazy white boy, with a possible split personality. He turned charming and sweet Edward off in a heartbeat; and turned insane, hardcore Edward on with the flick of a switch. Which one was the real Edward? If I wanted everything to go into my favor, I had to do whatever it took. You can call me a gold-digger if you want, but I am going for what is rightfully mine. I knew Dre was not much of anything, but he gave me something to do. I made more money than what I would ever have made at Sonic. Dre gave me that and I would be damned if I let that pompous, rich trick take that away from me!

"So, Edward, are all of them you brothers and sisters?" I asked.

His tall body strolled around the bar and took a seat on the stool to my right. He propped his long arms on the counter and pressed his back against the counter's edge. "Just Alice and Emmett. Rosalie and Jasper's last name is Hale. They're twins."

"Oh," I said as I tried to sound as interested as possible. "I thought you all were related because of the golden eyes."

He rubbed the back of his head nervously, "Yeah, we get that all the time. Esme has a fondness for golden-eyed people. It is a unique color, don't you think?"

"Very," I mumbled.

He jumped off the stool and then pulled me down as well. "I want to show you something."

I sighed. "I hope it explains my purpose for being here. What did they do with Cherie?"

"She's with the other girls," he said and pulled me toward the back room, which Cherie and the rest of the Cullen siblings had entered. He wrapped his hand around the doorknob and pulled it open. The door led to a long hallway. Very old pictures hung from the walls, even one that looked completely ancient, and encased in glass. I barely got a good look at it, but I did see four men standing around; two blondes and two with black hair.

We turned quickly into another hallway which had doors on either side. I listened closely for any familiar sounds.

A man yelled, "Fuck! This one is so tight! Where did you find this one, Emmett?"

"Can't say," said Emmett. "All I know is that she is fresh meat."

"Stop it, please!" yelled a female in pain.

"Cherie?" I turned my head in the direction of the door, my eyes widened with shock. "Cherie!" Even though I wanted her to forget all the pain of her past, I still felt sorry for her. When we were with Dre, it was like we had a choice, but now we were being forced to do things for absolutely nothing. It was wrong.

"Shut up!" yelled Edward as he pulled me to his chest and covered my mouth with his hand. "I am going to need you to be quiet."

I shook my head from left to right, my deep brown locks brushed against his fingers. "No," I said in a muffled voice.

He nodded his head up and down. "Yes. You are going to be quiet and do as I say. I own you now, Icee. There is no changing that. You need to accept it." He opened the door that we stood in front of. I could still hear Cherie's cries for help.

The door opened to a stairwell, which led to an area which I assumed was the basement. The perfectly-built, black stairs barely made a sound as we walked down them. The area was pretty large; it was so big that they could fit at least ten cars or maybe more in it. The walls were red, with black furniture pressed against it.

It was almost set up like Wonderland's VIP rooms, minus the strip poles. Oh wait, there is one. Right in the corner was a stripper's pole sitting on a velvet platform.

"Look who finally made it back," said a dark-skinned man with long, black dreadlocks that fell over his shoulders. He approached us from around the wall to my left. In his left hand he had a red, plastic cup and did a quick, complicated handshake with Edward. "James and I have been waiting on you all day, man."

It wasn't long before another guy showed up and dressed like a stoner, punk-rock type of guy. I actually smelled the weed and alcohol on him. He stuffed his hand into the pocket of his faded jeans and touched his dirty, blonde ponytail with his free hand.

His olive colored T-shirt clung to his biceps and other muscles. "Who is this?"

"James, Laurent this is Icee," said Edward.

"Oh, the hooker," chuckled James.

Laurent laughed, eyed me up and down, and nodded in approval. "She is very nice. A lot better than that last one you had."

"You mean, Tanya?" asked James. "Yeah, man, that bitch was psycho."

Who is Tanya? I looked towards Edward and back to his friends; they walked back over to the black sectional and plopped down in front of the small table.

Edward pulled me along and leaned into me. He whispered into my ear, "Get out of those clothes."

I looked at him with a scowl on my face and held my head up high. "What are you getting at?"

"You're going to strip for me and my friends."

I folded my arms across my chest. "Do you not understand that I have fractured ribs, bruises and a dislocated shoulder?"

"You'll heal in no time." He walked away from me and took a seat on the sectional next to his two idiots of friends. "I wanted to show off my prize to you guys."

Laurent hit Edward in the arm and smiled brightly. "You are such a fucking show off."

"You got a problem with it?"

"None at all."

Edward looked at me and nodded his head. "Please continue."

I glared back at him and smirked. You want to show off, Edward Cullen. I'll show you a show off.

I unzipped my jacket slowly, shrugged it off my shoulders and arms and tossed it to the carpet floor. Underneath I had nothing on but the old dress I had on from a few days before. I walked toward Edward and his friends and decided to give Laurent a little attention first. Edward had to wait his turn. I began to dance seductively in front of Laurent; he had a huge grin on his face. I could already tell that he was getting pretty happy down below and I hadn't touched him yet. I played with my hair and swayed my hips to the erotic beat in my head.

I took a step forward, got on my hands and knees and slowly crawled toward Laurent like a lion on the prowl. I swung my hair out of my face, but it instantly fell back into place and shielded the right side of my face. When I made it between his dark blue jeans clad legs, I placed my small hands on his thighs, where I rubbed my hands from his knees, over his thighs, across the ripped abs I felt under his shirt and then his chest.

He glanced at Edward from time to time, I suppose trying to figure out if my touching him like this was cool. When he saw that Edward approved of it, he said, "Oh, man, Icee, you are definitely the shit."

I smirked. "I'm just getting started."

I stood to my feet and continued to dance in front of him, before straddling his lap. He was already hard as a rock beneath me. I placed my hands on both sides of his face, pulled him closer and leaned in as if I was going to kiss him. Edward watched me with a straight line of a smile on his face. Bad idea, Edward. I leaned down, bypassed his face and barely touched my lips against the hot skin of Laurent's neck. "Do you like that?" I whispered into his ear.

"Oh, hell yeah." He placed his hands on my hips and suddenly cuffed my ass in the palms of hands. "Damn, you're soft."

"Is that so?" I muttered against his chest, my fingernails rubbed over his hard arms. I scooted down and moved my fingers to his belt buckle.

"That is enough, Bella," said Edward.

I looked up and pouted my lips. "But I'm not finished. Oh, I see. Daddy is getting a little impatient." I moved to his side and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Is that it, huh?"

"Everybody leave." His voice was stern.

Laurent and James stood to their feet. "Man, I didn't even get a chance," groaned James as he stared at the both of us. "You owe me."

"I don't owe you a damn thing! Now get out!"

All it took was Edward raising his voice to get his friends out. They hurried up the stairs, not before they took the weed that was on the bar.

As soon as the door closed, Edward flipped me onto the sectional with my back pressed against the arm rest. The hardness of the arm rest pushed into my sore shoulder, but I did my best to conceal the pain it caused me. I looked up at Edward and his hands instantly found my body; he groped and touched me in many different places. His hands worked quickly as he pulled the thin material of my dress off my body. The thin dress tore easily.

Moments later I was completely naked.

His golden hues gazed at my body and took in everything I had to offer, from areas of flawless white skin and faded black and blue bruises here and there. For some reason, he smiled. "Perfect. Not too big, not too little. You're just right for me."

I thought of Cat Eyez when he said that. I remembered when she mentioned that some guys liked smaller women and others liked bigger women. I had found one of the few guys who preferred smaller women.

"You want me?" I asked, looking up at him with my chocolate brown eyes.

"Do I have to ask?"

"It would be out of character if you didn't."

He leaned down low enough for me to feel his warm breath between the cleft of my chest. His long tongue twirled around my left nipple and sucked on it slowly. "Mmm…Can I have these?" He opened his mouth a little wider and I could have sworn he had most of my breast engulfed in his mouth.

I inhaled sharply. I didn't want to be turned on by him. I knew how to fake pleasure, but my body was not cooperating. My body wanted Edward Cullen, when my mind didn't. It wanted Jacob Black.

When he released my right breast from his mouth, his warm saliva covered my breast, leaving it moist and cold. He gave the same attention to the left one, before moving upward. "Can I have this?" He placed a gentle kiss at the crook of my neck, which quickly turned into nibbling. His tongue darted across the spot he had just kissed and traced along my neck. He pulled at my earlobe with his perfectly white teeth before he flicked his tongue at the entrance to of my ear.

I'd met some freaky guys in my five years of doing this, but not once had a man stuck his tongue in my ear. Edward was definitely a freak.

He looked me dead in the eyes, his erection pressed against the fly of his slacks. "I know you are going to give me those lips."

I thought that he was talking about the lips on my face, but I was wrong. He moved down below and pressed his hand against my throbbing pussy. My pussy wanted him, but I didn't. It had a mind of its own. I could tell that I was slightly lubricated, but not to the point of being juicy and sleek.

"I'll just have to get this a little wetter for you." He was head first between my legs and staring my pussy down as if it was a weird science experiment. I felt his fingers as he rubbed them against my clit, which caused me to moan just a bit. He flicked and poked at it. Each time he did that, I bit down on my bottom lip. I didn't want him to hear me moan out loud for him. With his pointer and middle fingers he spread my lips apart, and exposed my pink folds. He leaned forward and licked at my warmth. "You taste sweet, Bella. Very sweet."

He applied pressure here and there and tried his best to make me scream. When he saw that that was not working, he slides two fingers inside of me. I shook my head from left to right, arched my back and squeezed my vaginal muscles tightly. I couldn't hold back the moans anymore. He saw the agony on my reddened face as he pumped his fingers in and out of me.

"Fuck!" I managed to get out and moaned loudly.

Edward had a shit eating grin on his face as he watched my reactions. He saw the agony and pain on my face. He saw that I was on the edge and needed to be released. My body trembled as I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart thumped against my chest and I gasped out loud. He moved his fingers quickly now, pushing me to the edge. I couldn't take it anymore. I propped my body weight on my elbows, even though my shoulder and ribs were killing me, I barely felt a thing. I stared down at him with intense brown eyes and worked my hips against his fingers.

I held his gaze to the very end.

I swung my head back and exhaled deeply as my body shuddered and my orgasm took control. "Oh…god…"

He slipped his fingers out of me, stuck them into his mouth and savored my juices. "Mmm…"

I rested my head against the arm of the sectional; sweat covered my body from head to toe. I felt like I had just been fucked senseless. I tilted my head to the side and looked at Edward.

He said, "Next time your punishment is going to be far worse."

I scoffed and rubbed my fingers through my damp hair. "I had no idea that I was being punished. Thank you for that."


Soon after my first sexual encounter with Edward, I learned more about the Cullen family. They were partners in a sex ring, right in the heart of L.A. They never dealt with child prostitution and preferring girls sixteen years and older. After dolling the girls under eighteen up, they could easily pass as an adult. I didn't see how that made any of this legal, but Carlisle had connections throughout the city, at the mayor's office and even in the LAPD. That was how Esme knew Officer Davis. The city was corrupted; so corrupted that a doctor could run a sex ring without getting busted for it.

Each Cullen family member had a part in the family business. Alice and Jasper were co-owners of Wonderland. Emmett was a bodyguard and overseer for a house they had in Beverley Hills, where tricks would come to do things with the girls. Rosalie helped Esme with luring the girls in. Esme was the overseer of the whole operation while Carlisle was away, she even recruit girls. And Carlisle was the boss over it all. He and a friend of the family, Aro, were actually shipping girls from Italy to California and back. Edward was the spoiled brat of the family and Carlisle and Esme's only biological son. One day he would take over his father's position and everything else was just training.

It amazed me how everyone knew about this, but they were still able to get away with it. It only reminded me that everything about this city is corrupted and there is no changing that.

The girls that were not being shipped out lived in the Cullen's home; they had a wing all to themselves. I wasn't allowed to mingle with them. Edward did not want me hanging out with them for some reason. So, I ended up being confined to his bedroom. Although I was free to walk around the house, that wing was forbidden. At first, I thought the girls were treated well. It seemed like Esme treated them like adopted children…Well, children that she owned and forced to have sex with strangers for money. She even hired tutors who came in during the morning to help them.

I'd never seen anything like it. The Cullens way of treating their workers was very peculiar, especially when it came down to an education. They was creating a different breed of prostitutes; educated prostitutes. Most girls dropped out of school and never went back; that was the norm. It's like they are saying "you may be a prostitute, but you are going to get a GED."

The whole thing was bizarre.

I fell back on the king sized bed and stretched my hands out toward the white ceiling above me. I tilted my head to the side and looked at the picture of Edward in his black graduation cap and gown. I sighed. Why can't I have a tutor? I rolled over onto my side. It wasn't fair at all. I was the oldest of all the girls here, yet I could not get a tutor to help me. I wanted to learn too. I had dreams at one time too. I wanted to be an English teacher, but I guess that idea is gone down the drain.

"Bella? Are you in there?" asked Cherie from the other side of the door.

I sat up straight when I heard her voice. I climbed off of the bed and hurried to the door. I wrapped my hand around the doorknob and opened it. "Cherie, what are you doing here?" I whispered and pulled her into the room. "Do you want to get into trouble?"

"Why does it matter?" She brushed her bangs out of her face. It was then when I saw her red, puffy eyes; they were filled with tears. She walked over to the bed and sat down. She dropped her hands into her lap and looked at me; her tears poured down her redden cheeks.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I sat beside her and took her hand in mine. "You can tell me."

Cherie held her head down and sniffed softly. She shook her head, as if she did not want to talk about it. She looked up and sniffed again. "T-they hurt me so much, Icee. I hate it here!" She looked at me with sad eyes. "Why did you have to save me? Why couldn't you leave me with those other girls? At least they went somewhere better than this."

"Cherie." I pulled her close to me and rubbed her back in a circular motion. "What did they do to you?"

She sighed, "I've done things…That I would never do…My body hurts everywhere." She stared at me dead in the eyes. "Do you know that four men ran a train on me last night? Four fucking men! Then two lesbians showed up with toys and things after that!"

I turned away and cringed at the thought. A train was one thing that I had never experienced before; I never wanted to.

She went on. "Imagine raw dicks being rammed into your pussy and your ass; and then having to take a fucking rubber dick! It's a terrible feeling."

"I-I'm sorry," I whispered.

"You know absolutely nothing about what is really going on! Nothing at all! They got you all pampered up and treating the rest of us like shit!" she yelled. She pulled away from me and continued to take her frustration out of me. I took every last envious blow that she threw me way. "It's your fault!"

It's always my fault.

"What's so damn special about you, Icee?"

I wish I knew.

"I hate you!"

Yeah, well I hate myself even more.

Cherie finally calmed down and then she sighed. "They are sending me away."

"To where?" I asked.

"Italy. Some place called Volterra. Have you heard of it?"

I shook my head. "No."

She rested her head against my shoulder. "I'm scared. W-What if I don't…survive?"

I reached for her hand and squeezed it hard. "You just have to be strong. Live for each day and never give up. I know that it is going to be hard, but you have to try. I want you to stay on their good side, okay?"

"I should call the police."

I sighed. "You remember what happened to Dre. Please, Cherie, don't cross the line. Just do as they say and maybe one day you can return home."

"Return home? Return to what? I have no home to go to. My parent's are both dead. Who is going to take care of me?"

The front door closed from downstairs with a loud thud. High heels could be heard as they tapped against the hardwood floor. "I'm home!"

I stood to my feet. "You have to hurry. Get out. It's Esme." Panic ran through me. I only hoped that Cherie could sneak out of my room without being caught. The idea was nearly impossible, since she had to go downstairs and cross over to the east wing.

She stomped her feet and shook her head. "I am not going with that bitch downstairs. No way!"

"You're leaving anyway."

"So. I am not going to let her torture me like that ever again."

"So, this is where you've been, Cherie."

We turned our heads slowly to the sound of Esme's voice. She leaned against the door frame with her hand on her hip. She tilted her head for Cherie to follow her. "Let's go, Cherie."

I wanted to give Cherie a hug because I had a feeling that would be the last time I saw her. But it was Esme who stopped our painful goodbye. "Don't you dare think of touching her," she said through clenched teeth. "Get over here, now!"

Cherie looked at me once again and mouthed goodbye before she rushed to Esme's side. I heard Esme say, "You're on the first plane going out tonight," after she closed the door.

After that, I never saw Cherie again.


"Icee? Are you listening to me? JB is coming back!"

I stare at the small, black cell phone in front of me in total shock. I part my lips to speak, but nothing will come out. I can't even get my mouth to form a word, I am just that shocked about it. I reach for the bottle of water next to my phone and raise it to my lips. I sigh lightly as the cool liquid soothes my thirst before putting it back on the table. Cat Eyez's loud voice continues to blast through the speakers. "Isabella, say something, damn it!"

I still could not form a coherent sentence.

"Icee, the man who dick whipped you is coming back to L.A.! Let's go celebrate or something!"

Celebrate? I couldn't celebrate.

I can't celebrate because I have Edward Cullen to worry about and he keeps tabs on me wherever I go, like I am his child or something. I barely get days off like this, for time to myself. Even on days like today, Edward is always with me or somewhere lurking in the bushes. I look around to see if I see any familiar faces outside of the small diner. I lean forward and pull my cell phone closer to me. "Cat Eyez, are you still there?"

"Yes, did you hear anything that I said?"

"Yeah, I heard everything. How sure are you about this?"

"Positive. My connection never lies."

"Is that so? What did you have to do to get him to talk?"

She pauses for a second. "Well, she just wanted to talk. She paid me one hundred bucks just to listen to her."

"She?"

"Yeah, some girl named Leah Clearwater. She's in town for JB." She trails on, "You would not believe this, but this girl has some serious issues. Like she is crazy about this dude, but she is thinking she might be bisexual…"

I am not paying Cat Eyez much attention. My mind is elsewhere. I need to think. "How long is this Leah chick going to be in town?"

"Just a week and then she is going back to La Push. Why do you ask?"

I have the perfect plan. I smile to myself as I play out the scene in my head. I am going to seduce this Leah person out of all of her information.

"Icee, you better not be thinking what I think you are thinking."

"What's that?"

"You know exactly what I am talking about. Leave that girl out of this!"

"Why are you getting so defensive all of sudden? Did that girl turn you out or something?"

"Look, you little toothpick! Do not start with me, okay? She is a sweet girl and she does not need to be played with."

"Whatever. I will just use whatever skills are necessary."

Thank you all for the faves, alerts and reviews. I look forward to reading them all. Now, I promise there will be a lot of Jacob Black in the next chapter. Maybe the whole chapter will be dedicated to him. I haven't started on it yet, but look out for it. See ya in chapter 7!