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Beauty on ink.
I sit there, observing the delicate creature inked upon the small white piece of paper.
Isabella Swan.
The name definitely fits. Beautiful. What terrible thing has this girl done to deserve a place on my father's desk. Must be something big. Only the rivalry mobsters usually earn a place on his desk. Im not usually intrested in my dads coke whores. But she isn't the standard picture I'd expect usually. The girls he usually rakes in are fakes, Bleach blond, Blow up tits. The stereotype Barbie. However she seems. Kind. Innocent. Real. But lets face it. Anyone my dad drags in is some used up slag who is gagging for some cock.
Which reminds me. I haven't Had a good fuck in about a week. It is probably where this stress is coming from. I need to bring in Jane. She is always willing. Especially after this meeting with my dad. I need a relief of stress.
Just then the doors Bust open and Aro storms in, tucking in his shirt, his two kiss asses in pursuit behind him.
"You two, Piss off, me and Aro have business to discuss" I Command towards Felix and James. The two of them exit with their tails between their legs.
"Edward. What is the meaning of this. What was so important." He says, his voice raising a couple of octaves as I can see his rage boiling. I can't help but mentally smirk at this man I call my father. Pathetic. I know it seems I have a stick up my arse about the whole thing, but truth is, everyone around me is insignificant. I used to look up to my father. I still do. But truth is, he has began to get sloppy with his work. Think with the head in his pants instead of the on upon his shoulders.
But respect to him, He is still in control. He can end me in a heartbeat. I may be his son, but that won't stop him.
Being close to someone has never stopped him before.
I shake my head. Trying to rid myself of the memories from when I was a young boy. Memories of my mother.
"Sorry to, Interrupt, you Father, but this was a matter of urgency. It is not my job to deal with the fuck ups you hire. My job is to get from A to B. I thought this kind of situation would have been dealt better under your supervisions." I state in confidence. If there is one thing I know about my father, is that he thrives of confidence. If I begin to show weakness, his respect for me will deteriorate.
I can't have that.
I Hand Aro a report i pre-wrote earlier that day. I keep all the features of my face blank as he scans the paper in front of him. His brow's knitting together in frustration as the words lay out each fuck up after the other.
"Very well. I see you had a mishap with one of my workmen. Did you take care of everything?" He asks, obviously meaning about the body. I give my head a firm nod, indicating it was taken care of.
"Don't let that happen again Edward. I warn you" He says as he give the report a quick look and places it on the desk, covering Isabella's photo.
He walks over to where I am standing and places a hand on my shoulder, looking into my eyes.
"Go rest my son, You obviously need it." He says earnestly and drops his hand. He sits on the chair behind his desk and begins scanning through different sheets of paper.
"You are free to go" He states. With that, I get up and walk out the door.
I wander the halls of the underground castle. It isn't often I get free time like this. My schedual is usually compacted with this and that. All problems handed to me.
Alice and Emmet? No way could they handle the shit I go through on a day to day basis.
They are soft.
Insignificant.
I don't understand why Aro doesn't get rid of them. They haven't proven themselves worthy as of yet. Not the way I had to anyway. Granted, I do love them dearly. But they are just not fit out for this line of work. Not many people are.
Its funny. You would think that getting bought up with this life would make you accustomed to it. You are wrong. It morphs you into thinking the worst about this lifestyle, and it shields you from the rest of the world's happenings.
I wander down another a corridor and find myself ending up outside of Jane's dorm. Most of dads whores don't get dorms to themselves, However Jane is more of a mistress. She is in charge of all the girls within this business. She may only be 32, but she has had the most experience.
And she is a tough bitch.
Not tough enough to resist me though. I mean who can resist me?
No one. I laugh to myself as I knock her door.
When she opens it, her curvy figure is strapped into a sexy black and purple corset lace dress that hangs just below her ass. Her black platforms still making her short frame come no bigger than my shoulder. She fakes a surprised reaction to find me here at her door.
"Edward, what brings you here?" She asks, suggestively leaning up against the door and pushing out her breasts. I place on hand against the doorframe and lean in, slinking one round her waist, Pulling her close to me.
"I hope you weren't expecting anyone special, because they are going to have to wait. Tonight, You are mine." I whisper, using my most seductive voice I could manage. It must have worked because she giggles like a teenage girl and pulls me in.
Time for a bit of much needed fun.
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