Authors Note: This is of course a mob story and the violence and anything related to the mob will be appearing in upcoming chapters. A lot of reviewers were disappointed by the fact that this story is in a lot of POV's but it is about ALL of the Cullen teens and their mates, so I cannot change that. What I can do is add a Bella or Edward, maybe both POV'S to each chapter. Hope you enjoy and keep reading and reviewing. Thank-you!

Jasper

This could not be happening, He thought annoyed as he waited in the Cullen's circular driveway. How did he go from being the boss' right hand man to a...babysitter?

He thought about how Alice had looked the night before and inhaled deeply, she had looked so...Grown up. Different.

A knock on the drivers seat window interrupted his thoughts; he pressed the button to roll down the tinted window, revealing the face of Edward Cullen

"Jasper," He greeted him politely, in the same cold emotionless tone Carlisle tended to use when he wanted to discuss business.

"Mr. Cullen," Jasper responded curiously. What did the elder Cullen boy need from him?

"There is something I'd like to discuss with you tonight when you bring Alice home." The young Cullen was always sharply dresses, one hand in his pocket smelling like expensive cologne and looking like what he was: A mobster with a gentlemanly facade and years of expensive education and culture to back him up.

"As you wish Sir."

Approvingly, Edward walked away towards his Volvo a few feet away and sped off. When the Cullen's drove they drove at whatever speed limit they wished; they were above the law.

Working for the Cullen's there were two rules. Don't ask questions. And never speak of what you hear or see. Were those two rules ever broken their would be dire consequences. Jasper shuddered at the thought.

Alice finally appeared out of her immense mansion dressed in a summer dress and clutching a rather large bag.

Gulping, and for the first time noticing her curves Jasper watched as she walked around to the backseat.

When he finally heard the door slam shut he asked without turning around, "Where to Miss?"

"The beach please."

Hesitantly, he took the car off park thinking about what exactly was underneath the girls dress and hating himself for his perverse thoughts. Even though she may have looked like a woman, she was nothing but a child. A Cullen, the princess.

At the beach Alice was joined by friends under a large umbrella, trudging through the sand in the boots he wore was excruciatingly horrid. Dressed in what would be considered a security officers outfit, Jasper was uncomfortable and hot.

He stood next to her awkwardly as she laid out a towel on the sand and another beside it, that must have been for him.

"Angela, Jasper. Jasper, Angela." She introduced him to a brunette with glasses that sat on a beach chair reading a magazine.

"Pleasure."

A blonde male bouncing a beach ball on his knees observed him. "This one doesn't say much does he Alice?" He laughed and ran to meet the others by the net.

Jasper felt like a foreign object orbiting a group of teens, or more like a freak on the beach.

Alice giggled as she began to peel off her dress. In awe, Jasper watched as she revealed her womanly pixie figure. She wore a crème colored two-piece that if her father would see her wearing would find highly inappropriate.

Jasper looked towards the tide not wanting to feel how his body was reacting towards her. He had always found her attractive and admired her from afar, but now it worse that he actually had to be closer around her.

Shaking his thoughts away, he looked around the beach as he put his sunglasses on wondering why Carlisle had assigned him this job? It wasn't that hard to keep a teenage girl safe.

"Could you put the tanning lotion on my back?" Alice asked him as she laid out on her towel, the sun hitting her creamy skin beautifully.

Well, maybe he had been wrong about his previous thought. Looking around he sighed then kneeled before her taking the bottle from her hands. His hand rubbed her back gently spreading the lotion across her back.

He couldn't very well let the girl get a sun burn could he?

Bella

Charlie was busy in the kitchen doing god knew what, Bella groaned at the thought of any disasters he could have already made as she rushed down the stairs in her pjs. She had woken up late, considering she got come extremely late last night. Still, way before her father.

The chief barely ever slept so it wasn't a surprise to Bella he was already up.

"You look tired," He said to his daughter as he sipped on what appeared to be badly made coffee.

Not wanting to lie, Bella headed towards the fridge to pour some orange juice. "I was with Jacob."

She looked up at him as he nodded reading the paper. Crossing her fingers, she walked towards the pantry closet taking out a loaf of bread, Yes, she though, he had not asked anymore questions. Usually it was an hour long interrogation.

Bella ate her bread and sipped her juice in content.

"God damn ridiculous!" Charlie yelled as he slammed the paper on the table and went to grab his own loaf of bread.

"What is it dad?" Bella asked still sipping on her juice.

"The Cullen's! That's what. They're all over the social section of the newspaper. Who cares if Edward Cullen turned nineteen! He is a criminal just like his father and the rest of that family!" He yelled at no on in particular.

Bella spit out the juice in her mouth and turned away, her face scarlet. If her father ever found out she had been there last that that would be the end of her life as she knew it. What was it about danger that intrigued her so much? Bella, keep yourself away from it, she thought to herself. For Charlie's heart's sake. Anything else Jacob asked her to do that included anyone of those people, she would have to say no. No matter how beautiful Edward Cullen was...

Hours later, Charlie called Bella downstairs from her bedroom.

Deeply engrossed in a book she came downstairs her nose still in the cover.

"Bella," Her father's voice seemed angry.

She looked up as her jaw dropped.

Her father was holding a bouquet of giant red roses.

Shocked, she gasped and dropped her book to the floor.

"Who is E?" Charlie questioned her as if she herself were a criminal.

Rosalie

Thoughts of the stranger from the night before kept Rosalie humming happily throughout her shift. Her good mood had rubbed off on all her costumers helping her earn good tips.

By six, not even her creepy perverse boss could ruin the mood she was in. "Those pants hug your curves very well ,Rose."

"Ugh," She whispered to herself as she rushed out the front door, work being over.

A red Ferrari stopped in front of her honking as the tinted window rolled down to reveal a smiling James. His expression mischievous.

"Ready sweetheart."

Nodding, Rosalie entered the passenger seat of his car, her good mood slowly drifting away.

Her date for the evening was unfortunately not the beautiful stranger from the previous evening named Eric. She had watched to see if he would return to the dining hall, and he never did.

James floored his vehicle and Rosalie wondered what would come from dating him. Would he be her knight in shining armor?

Or was her encounter with knights a one night deal…

What was Eric doing at the moment?

Emmett

Emmett sat crouched on his knees howling with pain as he looked up at the red-faced laughing men before him. Their cruel laughter echoed throughout the dark alley as blood spilled from his nose. He felt weak, as if dying..

"Bello, come on now, get up!" The man's voice held humor as he slapped Emmett coldly across the cheek, like a bitch. That's exactly what he felt like at the moment.

"Your brother did not give up this soon," Another man howled behind him.

His blood began to boil at an intolerable temperature as his anger rose, Edward had made it through this. So would he, of that he was determined.

It took all of his willpower to press his bloody knuckles against the cement floor and stand before the men that had just attempted to beat the living shit out of him.

In a thick accent a pudgy toothy man smirked at him as if proudly." Welcome to Sicily, Emmett Cullen. You work for me now."

Wincing, he thought back to when he was fifteen and the distant young man he and his father had picked up from the airport one night. Edward had purple rings under his eyes and it had scared Emmett to look too deeply into them. It was as if an animal were trapped somewhere in there waiting to be released.

It had taken months for him to actually look and act normal, but the look in his eyes would sometimes appear...

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