I'm so sorry for the wait! I was having problems writing this chapter and I'm still not sure if I like how it is. However, I'll let you all decide if it's good or not.
Also, I have forgot to add a disclaimer to all my chapters but I think you all know I (sadly) don't own Twilight or any of its lovely characters.
"Shit Charlie is this why we are here? Your daughter running your business to the ground?" Emmett chuckles at his joke and I see red. Before I even realize what I was doing, I have my throwing star in my hand and aiming for him. Before my wrist can even move to throw it, a warm hand grabs my arm.
"Nice kitty," Jacob whispers in my ear and takes the star out of my hand. "Sorry Chief. I didn't think she would still be packing after I got her gun." He tells my father and steps back to his place along the perimeter of the room.
Everyone is in shock and starting at me except Charlie, Seth, and Carlisle, who are all smirking and shaking their heads at me.
"I apologize for my daughter. She doesn't make friends well."
Charlie chuckles at his own joke and I scowl at him.
"Bella calm down. You need to apologize. You just tried to kill the guy." Seth whispers in my ear. I sigh deeply, closing my eyes and count backward from 10. I open my eyes again and look down at Emmett. I can see the fear in his eyes, even though I can tell he is trying to hide it.
"I apologize. I don't handle sexist comments well." I state and the food comes out, pausing all conversation.
"Uh, it's fine. I was just joking. I'm sure you are a great boss." He says nervously and rubs the back of his neck. We all start to eat, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
"So Carlisle, how is business in Chicago? " I ask, looking at the other end of the table.
I feel the gaze of Edward's eyes on me, along with the rest of his family's. Apparently, business isn't a dinner table topic.
"It's going very well, Isabella. We are doing well. However, one of our… associates have gone missing. Have you talked to Morgan recently Charlie?" Carlisle responded, but directed his questioning to Charlie. I bit my lip and looked down, trying to contain the smirk. I can feel my father's scowl on me.
"You should be asking her. Isabella put him 6 feet under for disrespecting our family." My father states, anger in his voice. Edward's head whips around to stares me down and Jasper chuckles.
"Told y'all I liked her." he chuckles, a southern accent coming out.
"What the fuck do you mean you killed him? Who gave you the right!?" Edward growls, getting louder as he continues. "He has fucked over a lot of people and they are going to be pissed you killed him you fucking bitch!"
"Edward!" Esme scolds and I stand.
"You listen here asswipe. I am the Underboss of this family. I don't take orders from you or any of you Irish motherfuckers. I have already been disrespected once and it will not happen again! Yes, I killed Morgan and I don't fucking regret it. You either deal with it or get out of my fucking house. Got it?" I yell back at him and Seth grabs my arm and yanks me down to my seat.
Edward was shocked, to say the least. He had never had someone talk to him that way before, not even his father. He wasn't sure if he should be turned on or pissed as hell.
"You'll be a Boss?" Alice asks softly, looking at me with a mix of shock and awe.
"Yes." My father confirms and looks at me, eyes filled with pride. "She has been training for more than 10 years to take over this family. She is my only child and heir."
"What about Seth? I mean didn't even know girls could be Bosses?" Rosalie asks.
"We learned a long time ago that I was never cut out to be a Boss. My dad and uncle tried to push me, but I was never as good as Bella." Seth winked at me and I smiled softly at him.
"Well shit, I'm really sorry now. I had no idea." Emmett says and I can see the regret in his eyes.
"It is okay. I should be used to it by now. However not many know about my future plans besides our family. It could be dangerous for the wrong people to find out my true intentions." I say as I look around the room.
Each family member has a different look upon their face: shock, admiration, worry, and surprise. Edward's' face was the most different than all of them. He looked at me with a mix of lust, confusion, and pain. Lust I understood. I was attractive and I knew it. Confusion I understood as well. It wasn't every day you heard one of the biggest crime family in the United States would be taken over by a woman, and have your ass handed to you by said women. However, the pain confused me. Was it something he ate? Something I or my family said?
"We wouldn't want you to get hurt dear." Esme said softly, concern in her voice. Why she cared for me, I would never know.
"Well thank you for your concern but it is not necessary," I say, a small smile gracing my face.
We continue to chat amongst ourselves and eat our dinner. After a while, Seth's phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his pants pocket.
"Well I'm sorry to end this evening early but I have to head to bed. I have an early rotation tomorrow morning." Seth stands up and pushes his chair back in. "Good night everyone." He says as he walks out of the dining room. We all say goodnight back.
"I think now is a good time for all of us to break of for the night. I'm stuffed and I know you all must be tired from your flight. Bella can show you to your rooms." My father says. I scowl at him, but too tired to argue.
"Fine. If you all are ready we can head that way now." I stand and smooth out my dress. Once everyone is ready, I walk upstairs. I escort all the couples into the guest rooms furthest down the hall from me, not wanting to hear any of the nighttime activities they decide to pursue. The last room available, besides the rooms the guards use, is the room across the hall from mine.
"And this is your room," I tell Edward, the last person left. He nods and walks past me to the door. I turn to do the same but before I can open my door, I hear him call my name.
"Isabella?" I turn to look at him. "I'm sorry about mine and my family's behavior tonight." I look into his deep green eyes and can see he truly means it.
"I'm used to it." I shrug and walk into my room. I close my door and let out a deep sigh.
I go through my nightly routine, cleaning my face, changing into my pajamas and things like that. Once my head hits the pillow, I am out like a light.
I was only asleep for a few hours before I am awakened by Jacob, telling me to get changed quickly because something is wrong at the docks. I stumble to my closet, still partially asleep, and change into a tight black athletic material shirt, stretchy but tight black jeans, and my black boots. My typical stakeout attire.
Once I'm dressed I walk downstairs to the garage where Jake, Sam, Paul, Quil, and Embry are loading up our van and work car with weapons.
"What the fuck is going on?" I ask and they all stop what they are doing and look at me, nodding slightly. I nod back, acknowledging their sign of respect.
"Billy called from the docks and said he have seen some strange activity around the area. Found a camera set up and shit. He thinks someone is trying to fuck with tonight's shipment. Charlie wants us to go out and scope it out and make sure the shipment gets in." Paul says as they resume their previous activities. Paul has been with us for a while and one of our main guys. He would probably have been the one to work with me if it wasn't for the fact that he had a hot temper. He is very defensive of our family and to hear how people shit talk me all the time would cause him to get killed, or worst arrested.
Jacob walks over to me and hands me multiple holsters, already filled with knives and guns. "We need to leave soon. Put these on while we finish loading." I arch my brow at his orders and he rolls his eyes. "Please boss." He says and walks back to the van.
I quickly slip on the two thigh holsters as well as the waist holster. I take one of the knives left on the table and slip it in my right boot.
"Quil and Embry, you both are in the car. The rest take the van. Sam, you drive." I order once everything is secure. I hop in the back of the van and Jacob closes the doors behind us. Paul gets in the front with Sam and we drive off.
"So what do we know? I don't want us running in there blind." I ask.
"Billy is pretty damn sure someone is trying to steal the shipment. He has seen some suspicious activity around the docks and he thinks a few pounds of coke has been taken in total these past couple of months. Maybe a pound a month. He hasn't seen the perp on camera yet but the shipping weights have changed just enough to make him suspicious. He doesn't think it's more than 1 guy but with this size of shipment, there is no way only 1 guy is coming. I'm expecting at least 5." Jacob says and I nod.
"Then I want to make sure we secure all exits and entry paths of the bock. Besides the fucking water, there are only two, we drop the cars at them and we leave at least one person there. Then the rest of us split up around the dock, waiting for any surprise guests. We leave the van at the main entrance since it's the biggest and the car at the back entrance. Leave the two guys in the car and Sam you stay here. Jake, Paul, and I will go investigate." They all nod, but I see Jacob wants to argue.
They all do. Whenever we go out on missions like these, the guys always want me to stay behind. Not because I can't do it, they just don't want me to get hurt. At this point though, they don't argue with me because it won't work.
Sam grabs his phone and relays the orders to Quil and Embry. Once we get close, we cut the headlights and Sam parks the car hidden from the streets. The three of us hop out of the van, guns drawn. We quickly head over to our main delivery area on the docks. Many people use this area, but a nowhere near close to us. My family owns most of the land here to prevent others from snooping.
We get to the back door that leads to the inside of the dock. Paul opens the door while we cover him. Once the coast is clear, we walk inside. Quietly we walk to the front of the building. Old empty shipping containers and crates surround us. Paul nods to us and walks down a separate path, hoping to surround whoever may be there. Once at the front of the building, you can smell the sea and hear the waves.
The boat has already dropped the load and is gone. Sitting there on a piece of crate is about half a ton of cocaine. Sales were higher than expected so this was just an extra shipment to meet demand.
"It's still here. Maybe they aren't coming tonight. Or Billy was just plain wrong." I said as I walked over to the crate.
"You know dad isn't wrong when it comes to snoops. Something isn't right." Jacob said as he observed the area, looking for something out of place or wrong. Billy Black is our warehouse manager and Jacob's father. Billy and my father were friends since they were children, and when my father took over, he put Billy in charge of our different storage spaces and warehouses.
I walked the shipment, observing it like Jacob was the room.
"Jake I don't see anything wrong..." I say as I look up at him. However, I see something move behind him and an arm moves up to point at him. "Jake down!" I scream and fire shots at the figure.
More shots are heard as more men appear. Jacob runs over to me and we brace ourselves up against one of the containers, firing back at the men ambushing us. Eventually, it all stops and there are about 10 men killed.
"Paul are you okay?" I call and all I hear is silence. "Shit come on. We need to find him." I take off down the path that he should be on.
"Bella wait!" Jake hisses and follows behind me. We round the corner and see Paul on the ground, a gash on his head.
"Paul!" I gasp and run over to him. I kneel down and press my fingers to his neck, checking his pulse. I feel the steady heartbeat and sigh. "He's okay. Probably just knocked out when they came in." I say, turning to Jacob.
Before I can fully look at him, I hear Jacob scream my name and the sound of a gunshot.
What do you all think?! I have so many great ideas for this story but getting them from my brain to my keyboard is a little harder. Anyways, I hope to have the next chapter up soon. I am starting my last semester of school this week (Yay!) so I'm hoping my posting times won't get too crazy. I should still be able to keep it about once a week. As always, reviews, favorites, and follows make me sooo happy!