Yeah, I left you guys hanging last chapter, huh? You're welcome. Anyway, like I said, working on getting house stuff settled, packing, moving and all that jazz. So, thank you all for your reviews and follows and favorites! It's awesome. If I don't get back to you in a review, I'm sorry. I can't respond to guest requests but I'll try to answer your questions. Going back to work tonight after being off the past two weeks because of a stomach illness. H. Pylori is nothing to mess with if you get it. So, that's how I've been able to so quickly update and write. But now, the real world calls. Sigh.
Warning: Content suitable for people under than age of 18. May contain graphic violence, sexual situations, and foul language.
Edward
My cell phone chirped at me from my pocket and I glanced at it quickly. Eric.
"Edward, you paying attention?" My dad asked from his desk.
"Yeah."
He raised his eyebrow. "Well you seem to think your phone is more interesting."
I shook my head. "No. Just waiting on some information from Miami."
"The Cuban's making trouble?" Caius asked.
We were all in dad's office on the second floor. Jasper, Allistair, Garrett, Emmett and I were all standing along the back wall while Uncle Caius and Carlisle sat in front of the desk and my grandfather's stood by my father.
"When aren't the Cuban's causing problems?" Emmett smirked and folded his arms.
Dad pointed his pen at my brother and smiled. "True."
"So, as I was saying, the Russian's are causing issues on the Pier. They keep trying to take over our supply from Canada," Grandpa Eleazer pointed to an area on the map.
"Have you talked to the Boss?" Dad asked and wrote something down.
Eleazer scoffed. "That Russian shit won't fucking take call. So disrespectful."
There was a collective hum throughout the room.
"I'll call Demetri. Ask him what his deal is. Otherwise, Ed, you want to go over there and handle this?" My father waved over the map.
"Of course," I nodded my head.
Conversation continued amongst everyone else and I leaned my head back against the wall.
"You think Demetri is intentionally fucking with pops?" Emmett whispered.
"Obviously. Demetri doesn't have sense about anything." I chuckled.
"Oh, Alice called earlier before you arrived. She said she shipped your Armani shipment out and it should be here by Saturday." He rolled his eyes. Emmett was never one to like fashion even though mom insisted he dress nicely.
"Is her dad still trying to stir stuff up now that he's out?" I asked softly and kept my eyes in the men by the desk.
"No. Pops put a stop to that once he hit pavement outside of prison."
Alice was our 'adopted' little sister. When Alice was five, her father owed dad a ton of money. Her father tried selling her to a Russian and dad caught wind of it. He sent mom in to get her one night and we woke up with a new sister. I heard about dad working with the FBI or some shit in Miami and getting her father and a few of the Russian's locked away. Her father got a twenty year sentence and was released about a month ago. He kept harassing dad and saying he was a changed man. Yeah, whatever. He was out for revenge and confided in the wrong people in prison. He'd be washing up in the Hudson any day now and it would probably be put on the families in New York.
"How's her shop doing?" I asked Emmett.
"She says good. She's looking for a new car though." Emmett rolled his eyes.
"She's always looking for new wheels," I chuckled.
"It's Alice."
"So, Edward, you'll fly out to Chicago next week, good?" Dad asked me. I turned away from Emmett.
"I thought you were calling Demetri?" I asked. Dad rolled his eyes and clenched his fist.
"If you and your brother weren't over there gossiping like two old ladies, you would've heard the phone call I made. He thinks the Pier is his and you're going to go handle him. Take your men with you."
"Fly commerical. We don't need the Feds snooping around the jets. They've been too nosy lately," Grandpa Jack huffed and took a cigar out of his jacket.
"How are the lawyer's pulling through for Ed?" Eleazer asked.
Dad shrugged and leaned back on his chair. "He might have to do a little time. The prosecutor is being a dick about shit and it might just be easier to have him go in."
Grandpa Eleazer glared at dad. "Just like a lamb to slaughter? In my day, we would've had him skip out and ignore the Feds until the heat was off."
"Well, Eleazer, this is not the 70's where you slip a cop a c note and go about your day. Look at the destruction they did to the families in New York. They're still rebuilding. Hell, you ran with John Gotti for Christ sake." Dad made the sign of the cross. "And you saw how they took him down. We gotta sacrifice to get them off our backs. This is how we ensure we're able to make money. Edward will do maybe six months and be released on good behavior. Pay the fine and be done with it. We can't be stupid about stuff anymore and think we're invincible."
Eleazer huffed and grumbled under his breath.
"Well, if we're all done here, I'm going to head out. New Moon is having a new floor opening and I need to get over there," Jasper said. Dad nodded to him.
"We're done here."
I buttoned my suit as I walked out of my parents house and Paul had the car pulled around. He opened the door for me as I put the phone to my ear.
Eric answered on the second dial. "Edward, what's up bud? Anyway, Isabella Marie Swan. Birthdate September 13, 1987. Born in Forks, Washington. Graduated from Seattle University three years ago. Extensive academic honors and graduated top of her class. She last used her credit card about a month ago to buy a one way ticket to Jacksonville, Florida. There were some pretty extensive walls up around her profile but I got around him. Edward, her father is a cop. Not only is he a cop, he's retired from the Bureau. Him and her mother live in Jacksonville and he does private undercover work on the side that I don't think they know about. She recently became employed at Hunter's Porsche in a new area in Jacksonville. Her boss looks sketchy as hell. Looks like he's been involved with Miami."
I clutched my phone tightly and felt the heat rise to my face. I fucked a cop's daughter. She saw my gun. My family was currently being investigated for tons of shit related to illegal sale of firearms, drug trafficking and racketeering.
"Her dad's name?" I asked and tapped the front seat. Paul looked at me and I motioned for him to turn. "Air field. " He nodded in understanding.
"Charles Swan. He took down the Bonono crime family it looks like. This dude is impressive. He helped the Donie Brasco work in the 70's and 80's. Has an extensive police record. He helps bust meth manufactuer's in the Jacksonville area and has an eye out on Miami. Hey, maybe if you cuddle up to this chick enough, her dad can help take them down and you don't even have to do anything."
"Are you fucking insane, Eric? Getting close to a cop gets you fucking killed. Rule number Three: Never Be Seen With Cops." I shook my head. "Ciao." I closed my phone and watched Eric pull up to a waiting jet.
"Mr. Cullen," he nodded. I put my sunglasses on and patted my suit down. I had two guns in their holster's and my knife by my waist.
"Mr. Cullen," the captain greeted and led me up the stairs to the jet's entrance. "Paul said Jacksonville?" He asked.
I nodded my head and went to the bar and poured a glass of whiskey. Fucking cops daughter. I was craving a cops daughter's pussy and not a damn good thing could come from it.
