-The Twilight Mafia-

Chapter Nine

*Edward Masen*

"Isabella!" I roared, stalking towards the girl who was going to be the death of me.

I was only in a meeting with my friends, when Angela called in, saying that Bella had left them and she didn't know where she could've gone. I had to excuse myself from the meeting without explaining anything to my friends, and left the board room, hurrying down the hall. I ignored our two bimbo secretaries who greeted me flirtatiously, and finally spotted my girl near the front area, waiting by the elevator.

The doors opened and she hurried inside, and I picked up my pace, now running after her. I managed to slip into the tiny little room, and the doors closed a second later behind me. "Just what the hell are you doing?" I growled to her as she cowered in a corner, her face turned away from me. "Would you fucking turn around when I'm talking to you?" I snarled, grabbing her arm and forcing her to turn around.

Her eyes were narrowed, and then I noticed the tears.

My anger halted then, and I looked down at her, shocked. "Babydoll, why are you crying?" I asked her softly, and she turned her head. "You may speak." "Finally! You know, I fucking hate being here!" she screeched, and I winced from the volume of it since we were in a tiny little room with little air and space for the scream to travel. "What? Why?" I asked her and she sniffed, shaking me off to wipe a hand over her face to dry her eyes.

"You have a fucking dumbass who kisses yours and then goes off, thinking he's the shit - even though I really just want to fucking punch him. And, the slut twins - gah! You have no fucking idea how much I want to strangle those fake asses of theirs! Angela was a saint and is so sweet, yet you - I want to staple your ass on your fucking desk because you make me so angry and infuriated, it's irritating! How fucking dare you not let me speak to my sisters? I wanted to enjoy the tour, and actually talk to them, and talk to Angela, and scream my head off at Mike Newton, and Lauren and Jessica! How fucking dare they call me a midget? Well, they are so fucking screwed when I get my hands on them - ho ho, this damn midget will be kicking their asses to the point where no surgery in the world could repair them back to their god damn fake, ugly, bloated, and annoying selves! But, you - oh, you! I want to freaking claw at you! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!" she raged on, coming over to me at the end to pound on my chest, with tears falling faster now.

When she was done, she broke down into heavy sobs and gasping breaths, sliding to the floor at my feet and curling into a ball.

This might seem wrong on about five levels, but I was turned on when I saw her angry.

But, with that out of the way, I felt more self-hatred towards myself than I did before. Even though I was a little ticked she yelled at me like that, I knew that I brought this all on her. I should've known that trying to keep her quiet all day was a huge mistake. I had reason to do so though; the little trust I had in her was crushed down to very little once I found out early this morning that she had been snooping through my things in my office.

She told me that she wanted to know where I went. But, I couldn't tell her.

Not yet.

I still remember what had occurred just this morning, after I left the house.

Earlier this morning...

"To the warehouse." I told the driver of the car, who nodded his head and drove away from the mansion. I sat there in the car, polishing my favorite weapon - a shiny, silver Magnum pistol, with "M" carved into the side in an Edwardian style. I only used it every now and then, mainly for special kills.

It took at least an hour for us to arrive to our destination - the Warehouse. Being a Mafia Boss of my gang, sometime people can easily betray you. People can easily try shit around you and think that since they are part of your gang, they can get away with it. People think they can do whatever, whenever, and expect no punishment. But, for this son of a bitch, he was only another body to add to those who thought they could try raping my girl behind my back.

I stepped out of the car, looking up at the cold, steely gray building in the dark night. It was a good thing this building was far out of Chicago - almost in the rural areas. "Boss," I looked down and found one of the few head guards of my gang was standing before me. "Evening." "Evening, sir. Shall I lead you to where he is?"

"Let's wait for my two boys to show up; they want to be here to help." I advised, and just as I said that, two more cars rolled up, and there comes out Emmett and Jasper. "Ready to take care of this idiot?" Emmett asked me, and I nodded my head. The guard said for us to follow him inside, and we did that. A door much smaller than the large two doors for cargo is where we entered, and inside, there was a single light on from the stairs. Guards were settled around the room, all staring at the haggard form tied to the wooden chair.

His skin oily and greasy from lack of bathing, and sickly pale. He was thin since I ordered that he'd be starved and dehydrated. His blond hair was messy and frayed, and when he looked up, he had several dark bruises and cut to his face; yet, a sinister smirk plastered on, and his blue eyes were shining wildly.

"Eh, if it isn't the little Boss himself? And his two best buddies?" he called out in a raspy voice, snickering. "Shut the fuck up, Hunter." I snarled, and he snickered once more. "Or what? Gonna shoot me with that toy of yours?" he asked me sarcastically and I scowled.

"You know, I have you all figured out, Masen. When I first came here, you know how I saw you? I saw you as nothing more than a little boy. Hiding behind his toys and big bodyguards, protecting him from his enemies. Protecting him from the dogs, the nomads and the big royal family. Isn't that right? You've only sent out your men to do your dirty work, and hid behind your big desk with your fancy thousand dollar shoes, and your huge ass mansion - it's because your too much of a pussy to do it all on your own. Right?

"Well, I fucking know what you've been hiding." he paused to smirked, his eyes a dark blue. "I've gotten some inside information from someone who used to know you. He had some very interesting facts to tell me about you. About your life, back when your mommy and daddy died. Hmm, now if I remember correctly, you went to live with a relative on your mom's side - right?"

I growled and stalked off away from him.

"You better tell us who fucking told you this." Jasper growled at him, and I turned to watch him and Emmett hovering over him. But, Hunter only laughed.

"Nah, I think I'll be keeping his name with me to my grave. But, be some nice sports and tell my Vicky she was nothing but a whore and can go back to her fucking daddy back in Tennessee. Bet he'll be happy to see his little slut back." he asked of us; I glared and stalked back over to him.

"We want that god-damn name, Hunter. Now, do you want to do this the hard way or the easy way?" I asked him, cocking my gun into position, ready to fire a bullet. His face showed amusement and he shook his head. "Edward Anthony Masen - Mafia Prince when a wee baby to that slut of a mother, and that dumbass Edward. Sr. You know nothing about the mafia - none of your little scare tactics are going to get me singing."

"Fine." and I shot him in one of his knees. He let out a roar of pain, as blood poured out from the wound. But, he shook in his seat while he looked up at me with the smirk still in place. "One shot - that all you got?" he taunted, and I shot him in the other knee, earning another roar of agony, yet still he was looking up at me with a grin.

"Pussy!" he yelled, laughing.

It went on like this for more than twenty minutes, with me shooting just in little spots, to keep him alive but slowly killing him. So far, his legs had four bullet holes, his arms had four as well, and his ride side on the chest had a bullet hole. He was a bloody mess, and I could tell I barely had a few minutes left in trying to get him to talk before he would die from too much blood loss. And my frustration was beginning to show.

"Tell me who told you this!" I screamed at him, putting my gun to his head. He was cackling loudly, not telling me a thing. "Fucker, tell me right now or I'll shoot your brains out!" I growled, and he stared at me, eyes alight with amusement. "TELL ME!" I roared.

He chuckled, with blood beginning to seep out of his mouth. "Burn in hell like your sister." he muttered in a raspy voice, and I let out an angry yell, pulling the trigger and shooting his brains out. The gooey matter exploded out on the other side, splattering onto the floor. I was covered with blood from the many shots I gave him, but my face was mildly clean. I pulled back, heaving angrily as I stared at his face, forever frozen into a smirk.

I turned and saw my friends and the bodyguards staring at me, wondering to see what I will do next.

"Cut his body up, burn the pieces and scatter the far from the area. Jazz, Em - let's get back to the house." I ordered, and taking my gun with me, we all walked out of the warehouse.

Present

After we returned to the home, we split up to get some rest. One of the guards had walked up to me before I made it back to my bedroom, and told me that Bella had been spotted in my office earlier, looking through my things; staring at the photos on my desk, touching the crystal figurine and looking through my drawer.

And now, we're back to where we were.

I crouched down and wrapping my arms around her frame, I picked her up and held her against my chest, letting her cry out her tears. But, after a few minutes of us going down slowly, since she had already pushed one of the buttons, and she was almost done crying, the elevator suddenly jolted. We were thrown to the ground from the force, and lied there while the elevator stopped, with the lights flickering out and the groan of the cables sounding out.

"What happened?" Bella asked out loud, where I pushed myself up and she sat up. I went over to the buttons and pressed them, but no go. "Damn it." I hissed and pressed the button to call for help. "Hello? Is anyone down there?" I called out to the speaker, but received no response. "Shit. No one is there." I hissed and backed away, sitting against the wall.

"Damn, this is not what I need right now. Today is just not my fucking day." Bella grumbled to herself and crawled over to the wall of the elevator to my left, sitting against it. I pulled out my cell phone and called Emmett. "Ed, where the hell are you and Bella?" he asked me immediately when he answered the phone. "We're trapped in the elevator. It suddenly shut down on us while we were going down. Look, go down to the first floor from the stairs and see if there is anyone down there who can get us unstuck. If not, call for help." I asked of him and he said he would.

Just before he could ask why we were in the elevator, the call abruptly dropped.

"Great, now I have no reception. Looks like we're going to be stuck in here for a while." I muttered, pocketing my phone. "Fabulous." she mumbled and I sighed.

"If you hadn't ran off and tried to find me instead, then we wouldn't be here right now." "Grr, just shut the fuck up right now, you idiot." she snarled and I glared over at her. "Watch that mouth, or I'll come over and punish you." "There you go again!" she screamed, fisting her hair in her hands.

"What the hell am I doing?"

"You're being a major asshole right now." she pointed out and I growled. "Excuse me, but I'm not the one who is fucking cursing and back-talking at me. I'm not the one who fucking got us into the mess!" I argued and she huffed. "Oh really? Well, if you hadn't overreacted from what happened this morning, punished me and been a major asshole overall, then I wouldn't be stuck in this elevator right now. In fact, I actually wouldn't be here with you right now; I would be home, with my family, worrying about fucking college - not some stalker, kidnapping jerk who loves to punish me for no god damn reason!" she snarled.

"One, you bring the punishments upon yourself. Why? Because you can't listen and obey! And second, sorry, sweetheart, but you're my fucking obsession and I couldn't not have you in my life. Reminder, if I were to have dated you and met you normally, then you would've died because of me - so the only way to keep you safe is to have you with me!" I snarled right back, and she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, what you do is so damn dangerous. 'Oh, look at me - I'm Edward Masen. I took over my dad's business when I was eighteen. I can have whatever fucking bimbo I want, except the one girl I met I had to kidnap her from her family else she would die because of me. And don't mind the punishments - I'm really a great guy.'" she mocked me in a voice that had to be mine, and blew a raspberry.

"You're really starting to irk me with your sass, Bella." I growled and she shrugged her shoulders. "Like I give a fuck if I irritate you. You fucking irritate me all the time!" she snapped and I let out a groan of anger. "Why? Why does God have to be fucking cruel to me and make me suffer from your damn attitude?" I hissed and she laughed angrily at me.

"And why does God have to make me suffer, by being here with you?" she asked back in a snarky tone and I glared at her.

"Yeah, fucking tell me how you really feel." I muttered and she made a noise of irritation before she stood. "Oh, you want to know how I really feel?" she asked me curtly and I stood up as well, matching my narrowed eyes with hers. "Yeah, just let it all out why don't you?" "Fine, I will. First of all, you are so fucking annoying as all hell, and you got a stick up your ass so far you don't know the meaning of having fun or letting up on your strict rules. Excuse me for not wanting to obey like a little housewife from the forties. You expect me to come to your beck and call, and listen to those absurd rules of yours, without a fight? You don't know me if you think I will do that!

"Second, I hate that you think you can fucking pay for everything - when I'm an independent young adult who can do things on her own. I don't fucking expect some big 'ole macho man to do everything for me, and I'm certainly not a weak girl who can't do a fucking thing on her own! I'm not fucking five either! You are my father, my husband, my boyfriend - you're not even a friend of mine! I could give a rat's ass to what happens to you. If you were to be fucking shot point blank right now - just right now - then I'll be one happy camper to be rid of you.

"Finally, you're a monster! How fucking dare you kidnap me and my sisters from our home? How dare you keep us from our parents? Do you have any idea how fucking worried they could be? I know that right now, they are on this mad search for us, asking person after person endlessly to see if they have any clue as to where we have gone. We can't fucking call them to tell them that we're alive - not dead, rotting away in a fucking ditch somewhere. That's probably what they are wondering right now about - that their three daughters are dead, and there's no way of telling them that we're fine. Why? Because you fucking don't want us to go!

"Gaaah, that's it!" she screamed and suddenly tackled me, slamming me into the wall. I hissed when I made contact with the hard wall, and felt her deliver a blow to my face. I went down to the floor, trying to block out her smacks and punches. "I want you to fucking die, you son of a bitch!" she screamed and I let out a yell of anger, and rolled over, pinning her to the ground.

"Don't fucking push what little luck you have right now, Isabella! I've had it about up to here with your damn attitude!" I yelled in her face, straddling her waist. "Now, if you don't fucking settle down right this instant and continue trying to beat me up, then we'll surely send ourselves to our death, plummeting more than fourteen stories down! Is that what you want?" I growled and she spat in my face.

"Damn it!" I growled and she managed to push me off over her, cornering me in the corner with her holding my hands above my head while she straddled me. "If it means you'll be dead, then fine! I don't care if I die." she snapped at me, and I hissed; using my foot, I kicked her off of me, sending her into the other wall. I stood and reached down, grabbing her wrists before pulling her roughly up. She bared her teeth at me angrily, her eyes narrowed into dark slits. Her hair was an utter mess, her blouse was un-tucked from her skirt, rumpled and some of the buttons had came undone, with her panting heavily, where each angry breath only pushed her supple chest into mine. I pushed her against the wall, her hands high above her head where they were held together at the wrist by my hand, with I resting my other arm against the wall.

"You and I are going to fucking stay like this if we have to so you don't fucking even try to beat me up! You got that?" I yelled in her face and she huffed.

"I. Loathe. You." she hissed out the words, emphasizing each word with hate. "As I loathe you." I snarled. We stared at one another for a long time, heaving, panting and glaring at one another. I don't know how long we stared at one another like this, but abruptly, our faces were so close, with our breaths mingling with one another, and our eyes staring hard at one another, that I could easily touch my lips to hers, and finally taste the sweet nectar that I've been avoiding and trying to tune out because I didn't want to kiss her when she wasn't willing. I wanted to wait for her.

But, that time seemed to be today. Because, together, we met each other in a heavy kiss. I couldn't believe it that we were kissing each other, especially since we were severely angry with one another. As that was what the kiss was - hot, heavy, and full of anger.

I let my tongue dive straight into her mouth, tangling that tiny pink back lashing tongue of hers with mine. She groaned and let one of her hands claw at my back, since my hands had released hers to go to her hips. The other hand of hers went to pull off my jacket of my suit, where the coat fell to the floor. She knocked off my hat that I still had on, and began working on my button down shirt. Lustful moans and gasps escaped from our mouths, while I went to work on unbuttoning her blouse.

Finally, the blouse was unbuttoned and I pulled it off of her body, letting it slide to the floor. I caressed my hands over her milky open flesh, letting my fingers graze over the lacy blue bra she had on to hold those beautiful breasts. She let out a quiet cry when my fingers grazed the sides of her chest, and I smiled, letting my hands wander to her ass. She hummed against me and pushed off my shirt, letting those tiny hands of hers move over my chest and abdomen. I groaned and pushed myself against her tiny body, showing her how much she was driving me insane.

But, just as that happened, it was as if there was a snap from reality, and we pulled away then, resting our foreheads against each other's. We panted and breathed heavily, as if awakened from the heavy lustful bubble that came over us. "What are we doing?" I heard myself and Bella ask out loud, and we looked at each other, eyes darkened from the make out we just had, but wide from the shock of what just happened between us. One minute, we were arguing, yelling, fighting and declaring our hate for one another - and the next...

A jolt of the elevator had us gasping. "We're moving again." she mumbled, and leaned heavily into me for a minute. I rested my chin on top of her head, breathing in that floral, sweet scent of hers. I nodded my head after a couple more minutes of us standing like that, before I pulled away and bent down, handing her shirt back to her. She put it on wordlessly while I too put on my shirt and jacket, before slipping on my hat.

The doors opened then, but it wasn't on the first floor. No; it was on the empty eighth floor. I've been trying to rent out this floor to any small businesses that wanted it and so far I had no one who wanted it. Question is, why did it stop here? "What floor are we on?" Bella asked while we stepped out onto the floor cautiously. I kept her behind me, holding onto her tiny hand, while I looked around. "Eighth floor. And I have a feeling why." I hissed, my theory shining then. We couldn't have stopped here, unless someone on this floor called for the elevator just as it came back on.

The doors to the elevator shut then, with it descending down. "We're stuck here now?" Bella asked me and I nodded my head. "Do you think anyone is up here?" "In theory, yes; that's probably why we ended up here. Someone was down here to call for the elevator, as if... expecting us..." I trailed off, looking around the empty space. If someone was here, then they are good at hiding in this very open and vacant floor.

I dug around in my jacket in one of the hidden pockets, and pulled out my switchblade. "You had that with you?" Bella asked me and I nodded my head. "Yes; someone is up here, and I want to be prepared." I whispered, and added as an afterthought, "Please, stay close to me." She murmured her promise and cuddled close into my back, holding tightly onto my hand.

I surveyed the floor, turning around the corner then, and spotted a flash of darkness zip around the other corner. "I know you're in here. Come out, coward, and confront me!" I yelled out, stepping away from the only wall in here that was the wall for the elevator and the shaft, and stood with my back to the windows. I stood there, tense with my hand tight on the switchblade.

And then, a young man around my age slipped out, his gun drawn and pointed directly at me. He had darkened russet skin, long black hair pulled back into a pony tail with a fedora on top, and was wearing a dark suit, an emblem stitch onto the lapel. I could make out what looked like the shape of a wolf - and knew where this guy belonged.

"What? Black was too much of a pussy to come out and greet me in my hometown so he sent you?" I called out, snickering at how the young man faltered a little. He cleared his throat and replied, "Mr. Black was attending to some other business, but wanted to send a message."

"Really? Still not a man, for he sends some lackey out to deliver it to one of worst enemies." I taunted and he coughed. "Alright, let me know the damned message; I want to get out of here." I ordered, waving my hand to let him say it. He shook his head and said, "He told me to tell you that if you ever step into his territory again, you won't be able to escape out of it again. And, he also told me to tell you that he knows about your little girlie there - and that he's coming for her."

"Charming." I muttered and within the blink of an eye, I managed to throw my switchblade directly at his face, killing him instantly. Blood bursts from his head, and he was out like a light, falling back with blood beginning to pool around him. "What the fuck? You just killed him!" Bella screeched at me, staying in her spot while I went over to grab my switchblade and his gun, where I used his jacket to clean off the blood before pocketing it and sticking the pistol in another hidden pocket.

I pulled out my phone and called up one of the head guards, telling them to come to my building later to take care of the body. "Hello! What the hell are you doing?" Bella cried out when I walked back over to her, grabbed her hand and began dragging her towards the elevator. "What?" I hissed at her, pressing the down arrow to call the elevator back. She huffed and snapped, growling, "You just fucking killed a man right in front of me, and I have no fucking clue as to what is going on. Now you better tell me right now what that was!"

The elevator arrived then and I led us inside, pressing the button for the first floor, and when the doors closed, I let out a sigh. "Look, must I explain it all again to you? First of all, I can't tell you what's really going on. Second, if I hadn't killed him, he would've killed me and then kidnap you, taking you to Mr. Black - one of my many enemies and the leader of his gang, the Pack. Remember, I said that they were worse than I was. And, I wasn't about to let that happen at all to you. Understand?" I finished my tiny, hurried explanation to her, and she gulped at the reminder.

"I can't believe that you were able to kill him so quickly." she whispered to herself and I let out a short chuckle. "Trust me, Bella; when you've been in my business for as long as I have, then you learn a thing or two on how to protect yourself, and how fast you respond." I told her truthfully, and she nodded her head. Our ride down to the first floor took some time, as it seemed it took a longer amount of time than usual since we were standing in a tiny room awkwardly, but we soon reached the first floor. Mr. Hartman was talking to Emmett and Jasper, where I could hear the gist of his answer; "I don't know how it suddenly broke down, nor do I know if anyone snuck inside..."

Bella's sisters looked up when they heard the doors open, and they rushed over to her, hugging her tightly. I walked over to the boys, and placed a hand on Emmett's shoulder. "Hey Ed. Glad to see that you're okay." he said to me, with Jasper nodding his head in agreement. I too nodded my head and let them go to greet Bella, while I talked to Mr. Hartman. "Mr. Masen, I had no idea -" I cut him off with a wave of my hand. "No need, Mr. Hartman, I know that you couldn't have known. But, tell me - did you see anything suspicious around the time? Anyone go into the maintenance room as far as you know?" I asked him.

He lifted a hand and rested it against his forehead, before snapping his fingers. "Yes. Around that time, the regular maintenance guy went out for lunch; even said goodbye to him. But, just minutes after he left, another one of our maintenance guys came in. I thought it was one of our own - sure looked like one of them, but I couldn't really see. This man was ducking his face. I saw nothing weird about it at the moment, said hello to him and let him go into the maintenance office. And just a few more minutes later, that's when Mr. McCarthy called me to tell me the elevator was down, and that you and the girl you brought with you today were trapped in it."

He told me the description before apologizing again. I told him that it was fine, that he still had his job of course, and that there was nothing for him to worry about. I said goodbye to him, telling him that we'd be leaving early again, before going back over to the others. Bella stood when I approached her, with her sisters and the boys staring. She smiled up at me, a slight tint in her cheeks. I had a feeling she was probably remembering what happened up there with us, yet was braving a smile to seem not too suspicious. "I believe it's time we head home. Bella told me earlier she was getting bored." I lied to the others, knowing that wasn't why Bella wanted to go.

They nodded their head and we left the building, heading home in the limo.

A/N: Much shorter chapter this time, readers. I thought it was time to end this office trip here, instead of moving onto another new day.

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~*Lady Lily of Darkness*~