"Bella, just looking at your gun is starting to intimidate me." Edward said, staring at the gun in my hand.

We were at a land of warehouses he owned somewhere at the shipping areas of New York. This was apparently where every illegal business he did was carried out here, but when we entered, it was empty. Our footsteps were echoed throughout the high ceilings and metal walls. There was only a wall full of weapons— from knives and daggers to full-out rifles and even flamethrowers. It was pretty impressive.

I frowned down at my CZ 75 SP-01 in my hand and looked at him, confused. "Why?"

"It's one of the best handguns in the world."

I stared at him in disbelief before cracking up. "What do you look at? Top Ten Nine-millimeter Handguns in the World?" I chortled. "Only amateurs look at those kind of lists!"

"Darling, I don't think you'd want to call me an amateur," he said in a low voice that made me tingle down there. Almost immediately, all humor was gone as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him close.

"I'm not calling you that, but I'd be happy to receive my punishment," I purred, tracing his shoulder with my gun. I nibbled on his collarbone and he growled.

"Later." He managed to say. "We've got something else to do now."

"Are you going to beat me at my own game, Cullen?" I pulled away from him, pulling back the slide of my gun barrel. Facing forward where the paper target was just 14 feet away, I pulled the trigger with one finger while holding the gun. Small mounts of smoke floated up and when it finally cleared up, I checked my paper target.

"Bullseye." I smirked. "Think you can beat that?"

"Absolutely," he muttered as he lifted his chosen gun— a typical .22 calibre —and shot his paper target. He hummed in satisfaction when he saw the bullseye he created. I stared at him and he shrugged. "The first time I held a gun was when I was thirteen. I learned how to shoot when I was fifteen."

"Well I first held a gun when I was five and learned how to shoot when I was nine," I replied, competitiveness oozing through my tone. I raised my gun and shot my paper target multiple of times. Soon, there was one big hole in the middle of the target.

Edward raised his eyebrows, impressed. "Nicely done."

For the first time ever since we arrived at the warehouse, I smiled. "Thanks," I muttered, looking down at the floor. "So does that mean I win?"

"It wouldn't be fair to call you the winner if I haven't had my turn yet." He smirked. I groaned, rolling my eyes. He faced his paper target and breathed out calmly before pulling his trigger.

The smoke cleared and I saw that most of the bullets when through the bullseye.

Except two.

I grinned victoriously and squealed while Edward got down on his knees and groaned with his head in his hands. I locked the safety feature on my gun and slid it into my pocket. When I looked back up, Edward stood up already, sighing.

"You win." He admitted.

I smiled wider. "Yes I did."

He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he held his hand out. "Come on, I've got something to show you."

I took his hand and we walked to the corner of the empty warehouse, where there was a staircase. We walked up until there was a door that was not even touching the floor. I frowned. Edward opened the door to reveal a rooftop. He got onto the roof first before giving his hand to me so that I could get on too. He closed the door behind me and we walked a little farther from it, then sat down. I hugged my legs as I shivered from the chilly air. We stared out into the Manhattan skyline with cruise ships departing and arriving from the terminals, skyscrapers behind them.

"This is beautiful," I whispered.

"Yeah, it is." he smiled, then pursed his lips. "There's a reason why I brought you here." He started, taking a deep breath before looking back at the buildings. "I grew up here in Manhattan— Upper East Side, to be exact, but I was adopted when I was one. My real parents were killed one night and I just happened to be put to Carlisle & Esme's home. They're my adoptive parents, you see, but I've always thought of them as my real ones. They couldn't conceive, so they chose to adopt. Carlisle's a doctor while Esme's a stay-at-home mom. My new grandfather who was Carlisle's father wanted him to take over the mafia and our legal companies, but Carlisle wanted to pursue a career in medicine, so that meant that he had to wait longer for me to grow up and take over. He took me out to various businesses our family owned at fifteen like brothels and warehouses full of weapons. I was aware about all these when I was about twelve.

"He treated me like his own son too and gave me the same love and affection Carlisle & Esme did. I felt compelled to continue these businesses, whether legal or illegal, since it all started with the blood and tears of his ancestors that I started to call mine too. Carlisle didn't like the idea of all these mafia activities, but he tolerated it because it was in the family. He also didn't like the fact that I wanted to take over all the businesses, but he couldn't let what his ancestors start just die out like that. I soon started to take over certain things under my grandfather's watch to ease the stress on him a little since he was old.

"A day after I met you," he reached down to hold my hand, "I watched my grandfather die in front of my eyes. He said he could feel himself getting drastically weaker by the seconds passing him by. He just lied down on his bed, holding on to both Carlisle's and my hands. He whispered out his last words and then died. We held the funeral the day after and I officially took over as the head of the Cullen clan. You came into my life again after that night at the casino and I swear my world got much brighter. I wanted to know all about you." He told me, looking at my face. My breath caught as I looked at the intensity of his deep green eyes.

"Every single time I managed to spend my time with you, I studied you and your habits. You have a small freckle on the right side of your back and a small scar on your wrist that looks like it came from a scorching hot bullet shell," he pulled up the sleeve of my coat a little and he traced the uneven skin at the side of my wrist softly, my skin tingling. "You bite your lip when you're nervous, but most of the time you never show it probably because showing emotions is deadly in your line of work. You're eccentric when it comes to how you think and you're a vixen in the sheets." I smiled a little at that comment.

He continued what he was saying. "This may sound like it came out from a cheesy romantic comedy, but I feel like spending my whole lifetime with you and I am so sure that I am in love with you."

I stared at him blankly. "You took ten minutes to tell me your whole life story before telling me you love me?" I asked. I then laughed. "I was kidding, Edward. That was beautiful, but I think it's a little too soon for me to know whether I'm in love with you or something."

"Which is why I got this," Edward said, dipping his hand into his pocket and taking a blue velvet ring box. He then opened it to me. It was a ring made up of two silver bands wrapping around each other to make an infinity sign. A princess-cut diamond nestled comfortably on the ring.

I looked up at him. "Is that supposed to be an engagement ring?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "It's not an engagement ring, it's a promise ring. It means that my love for you will always be infinite, if you haven't figured it out yet. You'll have to get a ring for me once you feel the same as I do."

"How much did this cost? Do I have to spend the same amount of money on a promise ring to you?" I joked. "Can't I just grab a cheap ring from a vending machine?"

"You can do that if you want. I really don't mind." He smiled. He plucked out the ring from the blue cushion and I offered him my left hand. He slid it into my ring finger and surprisingly, it fitted perfectly.

"Hmm," I narrowed my eyes at him. "It's a little suspicious that it's the right size, isn't it?"

"I borrowed a ring of yours last night when you were too sleepy to go up." He said. "I had this picked out today at Tiffany's."

"Are you trying to make people think I'm engaged by putting this into my ring finger?"

"I'm only claiming what's mine," he grabbed me into his arms and I yelped in surprise. He nuzzled his nose at my neck and I squirmed in his lap, giggling.

"Edward, oh god, stop." I giggled uncontrollably. "We're going to roll off this roof if you don't."

"The roof isn't steep, so no, we are not going to roll off." He said.

"Edward, please!" I begged as he started to tickle my sides. I felt a drop of water fall on my face then felt another in my hair. "Shit, Edward, stop! It's going to rain!"

He let me go and I stood up. He did the same and we both ran to the door. From the inside of the warehouse, we could hear the heavy pitter-patter of the rain and thunder outside of the place echoing through the empty spaces in here. Edward held my hand as we arrived at his car. We entered it and he started the engine. The radio turned on too and the radio DJ spoke of some rainstorms expected to last through the whole night.

"Shit," Edward cursed. "We won't be able to make it back with the rain like this."

"What?" I said in disbelief. "But it's only a half hour drive back!"

"The rain isn't anything I've seen. We'll have to stay over somewhere tonight."

"How about that house of yours that is really under your name? You said it's here in Manhattan." I suggested.

He shook his head. "It's too far from here. I know where we can go."

"Where?"

"My parents'."

Late update. Again. But I tried! I seriously did! I love the promise ring concept for this, and we're gonna meet Carlisle & Esme! Who's excited? Raise your hands up if you are! I know I am.

Scarlett