You guys were awesome with the reviews (that I'm planning to get to responding) and the followers and favorites! If you have any questions and what not, feel free to ask. I wanted to give you a cast list of character's that I see in my head. I tried to stay as close to the movie as possible but substituted here and there for some! I plan to include a set of rules per chapter and add to character description as the story progresses.
Added 3/2/15: I updated this chapter and just did some cosmetic changes and grouped the character's together.
Isabella Swan: Kristen Stewart
(Retired, former boss) Jack Cullen, Edward's grandfather: Robert De Niro
(Boss) Edward Cullen Sr. Edward's father, head of the Irish crime syndicate in Seattle: Michael Madsen
Elizabeth Cullen (Masen) Edward's mother: Debra Messing
(Underboss, second command) Edward Cullen: Robert Pattinson
(Soldier) Emmett Cullen, Edward's brother: Kellan Lutz
(Consigliere, the advisor) Carlisle Cullen, Edward's Paternal Uncle, Edward Sr. Brother:Peter Facinelli
Esme Cullen, Carlisle's wife, Edward's aunt: Elizabeth Reaser
(Soldier) Alistair Cullen, Carlisle's son: Joe Anderson
(Soldier) Jasper Cullen, Edward's cousin and Carlisle's son: Jackson Rathbone
(Retired underboss of Chicago, gives advice when asked) Marcus Masiono, Edward's maternal great uncle, Eleazer's brother, Caius' father: Al Pacino
(Capo, works for Edward and carries out hits when needed. Mostly retired) Caius Masiono, Edward's maternal uncle, Elizabeth's brother: Bruce Willis
Athenadora, Caius' wife, Garrett's mother, Edward's aunt: Annie Dunn
(Soldier, works for Edward. Does most of his dirty work. Jewelry thief) Garrett Masiono, Edward's cousin, son of Caius: Lee Pace.
Italian Eleazer Masiono. Esme's father and Boss of the Chicago family: Christopher Walken
Cosa Nostra : Our thing, our work, operation
Rule Number 9: You must respect women, parents and be gentle with children.
Rule Number 15: It is better to be feared than to be respected. Kill a man and you send him to God. Cut off his ear, well, that makes him lucky it wasn't his dick.
Edward
I sighed, frustrated and slammed to my car. The warehouse loomed in front of me and I made sure to check my gun into the holster under my arm. The family needed a fucking meeting because I was going to make sure Jacob Black never put his hands on a woman ever again.
I rounded the corner and tapped the large steel door four times. The return knock was three which I responded with five. I rolled my eyes when the door opened and a young smart guy stepped aside to let me pass. Shit, the fucking kid didn't look a damn day over eighteen. I followed the hallway down towards another room and knocked.
"Blue pig..." My brother's voice said from the other side. I smirked at our reference to the cops.
"Red dragon." I repsonded. I heard a chuckle as he opened the door. Emmett was a huge guy who towered well over six foot five and had the muscle to go with it.
"Glad you could join us, cousin." Jasper, my Uncle Carlisle's son greeted. I grumbled and pulled a pack of cigarette's out of my pocket.
"Where's he at?" I asked and blew smoke from my nose.
The room was littered with plush couches in an assortment of colors. The paint was slowly peeling from the walls. If the fucking drugs, cigarette's and alcohol didn't kill me, the fucking lead in the paint surely would. Two other cousins of mine, Garrett and Alistair were seated on one with their arms crossed. They were a step below me.
Perhaps I should actually introduce myself, huh? My name is Edward Anthony Cullen and I am the second in command of the Cullen Seattle Crime Family. My father, the son of a bitch, is Edward Sr. and he took over when my grandfather, Jack, had a heart attack and decided to step down. That didn't mean the old bastard didn't still scare the ever living shit out of me nor did it mean he didn't still have his hand in shit. My mother, bless the woman's heart, fell in love with my dad while she was in college.
Her pops, Eleazer Masiono, was the Boss of the Chicago crime family. He and my grandfather, Jack, tried to kill each other constantly way back in the seventies. Well, bada Bing, my pops met Eleazer's daughter and put a ring on that shit back in 1984 and forever cemented the Chicago Italians with Irish in Seattle. That's not to say we didn't have issue with the other Italian families in New York or those who branched out to Los Angelas and Las Vegas.
My Uncle Caius, my mom's brother, got snatched up pretty quick in this life. He hooked up with some broad in England, my aunt Athenadora, and knocked her up. The resulting union ended up with my cousin, Garrett. The guy was good with a gun and that's all I gave any fuck about. He was my eyes over in Chicago.
Then there was my Uncle Carlisle. He was quiet, but deadly. He was always the voice of reason. Him and my pops were night and day to one another in looks, but twins with a revolver. He had two sons, Jasper and Alistair with my Aunt Esme. She was one of the only women I grew up around. She might've looked sweet and innocent but she'd cut a bitch if she needed to.
Which brings me back to what's going on right now. Allistair smirked over at me.
"You going to parade his broad in front of him?" He asked. I chuckled and took a pull from my cigarette.
"Nah. Just rough him up some, make him know not to touch a woman." I took my suit jacket off.
"So, this chick, what is the business with her?" Garrett asked.
"You mean am I going to wife her and give her a ring?" I raised my brow. Garrett chuckled and crossed his arms. "She's got a nice pussy. Maybe I'll run a check on her, see if she checks out. But I'm not about to be marrying a chick based on ass alone. But damn, does Isabella have a fine ass." I reminisced and looked up at the ceiling.
"Yeah, yeah. We know. Edward is the king of pussy." Jasper smirked and took his jacket off.
"You leave her back at your penthouse?" Alistair asked.
"Yeah. Not like I pack anything out in the open there. Besides, I'd fucking know if she got into shit with all the damn camera's I have in there. To be with Jacob Black, she probably isn't a smart broad anyway." I shook my head.
" This same broad you were just saying had a golden pussy?" Garrett asked.
"Kate got a golden pussy?" I cocked my head at him.
Garrett shrugged. "Good enough to scare the shit out of me not to fuck some bitch from the club."
Emmett let out a laugh. "Kate has some sort of electric shock when she hits people. They go down like they been hit with a lightning bolt."
"Fuck, Emmett, how about Rosalie, huh? She'd fucking shoot a man beetween the eyes and be pissed he got blood on her shoes. That girl is dangerous." Battery retorted. Emmett flicked his hand away.
"Now Rose, she's got a golden pussy." Emmett smiled.
"All right you lushes, let's fucking stop this chick talk and get to Black," I said and walked towards the doorway to the room that held Jacob Black.
I smiled when I got into the dark room and flipped the light on.
In the center of the room, Jacob sat tied to a chair, his hands tied behind his back. He squinted at me through his swollen eyes and grimaced.
"Didn't you all ready fucking beat me?" He hissed.
I shook my head and pulled a chair up to sit in front of him. I sat backwards and leaned on the back of the chair to look at him.
"Yeah, I did. But that ain't nothing compared to what you're going to get. Why do you think it's ok to touch a woman?" I asked.
Jacob rolled his head. "She needed to learn her place."
The men that filled into the room collectively cracked their knuckles and I chuckled.
"Learn her place huh? Well, I don't know about that. I mean, Isabella looks like a woman that would make a nice wife. Beautiful and all that shit. I bet her food tastes as good as her pussy." His head shot up to look at me when I said that.
"You fucked my woman?" He spat.
I smirked and leaned forward on the chair. "She didn't exactly protest." I leaned back. "Besides, I don't think she's your chick anymore, Jacob. She's in my penthouse warming up my sheets for me just waiting for my cocky to be burried in her again. Mop Dio her pussy was so tight around my dick. Do you not fuck her regularly? Because shit, I'm going to fucking have her on my dick every damn day four times a day if I can help it."
"You son of a bitch!" Jacob screamed and tried lunging at me from the confines of his chair.
"Jacob, how long we known each other, huh? Ten, fifteen years?"
Jacob's face was red as he struggled against his restraints.
"You know then that both my grandfather's, and Italian and and Irishman engrained in me the respect a woman holds in our world. Whether you live with her or you're married to her, you treat her with the respect of your mother and you worship her. You don't touch a woman." I nodded for Emmett and Battery to grab Jacob from behind and restrain him as I cut his ties.
"You're fucking one to talk. Going and fucking strippers and any bitch who will spread her legs for you!" He screamed as the two men laid him back.
I shook my head and pulled my knife out of my back pocket. I didn't have front pockets because no man who wants a good fitting suit has front pockets.
"You know, that's not fair, Jacob. I mean, Yeah, I do fuck a lot of bitches but I don't beat them either. I haven't once forced a girl to fuck me either if that's what you're insinuating." I smirked and placed the knife at his temple.
Beads of sweat were leaking from his forehead and he was panting.
"Fuck you!" He spat and spit his saliva at me. I recoiled and punched him across the jaw.
"Fucker." I hissed. I grinned my knife again and tapped his temple. "I don't know where to make my mark. Do I go here?" I traced around his eye as he shook. "But then that would mean I'd be in the same boat as you for looking at another man's woman. So, maybe we'll go with the good old Italian way of cutting your hand off for stealing, huh?"
"Stealing? I didn't steal shit, you piece of shit!" He screamed.
I chuckled. "I think you stole the lady's happiness. I mean, she looked so solemn there at the benefit. Looked so upset. And then, you made that smile disappear a little more when you gripped her arm. So, maybe I should cut your finger's off that you gripped her with?"
Jacob flinched as I traced down his arm. Emmett and Garrett continued holding him down. Jasper stood off in the corner with a board look on his face as he examined his own knife.
I traced my knife against his knuckles and swiftly cut through his ring finger. Jacob let out a murderous scream as the digit fell to the ground. I moved over to his middle finger and disconnected that digit as well.
"That's two for all the times I saw you put your fingers against her tonight. Don't fuck with me Jacob. I so much find out you hit a prostitute and I'll fucking take your hands. I won't kill you because I'm going to send a message out there. You keep running your little shit company, keep contributing to the family, and I'll let ya live, capiche?"
He was panting heavily and letting out soft groans. I smiled and patted him on his greasy head.
"Clean it up, boys. Drop him off at his place." I directed and walked out into the room we all originally stood in. Putting my jacket on, I smiled and lit another cigarette and left the warehouse. I couldn't wait to get burried in Isabella's pussy again and prayed she was able to keep with my stamina. It was the early dawn hours into Saturday. I didn't have business that needed dealt with today except for maybe a few money transfers.
The pent house was quiet when I entered and I stripped my suit jacket off as I walked through.
Isabella must be sleeping, I mused. I smirked when I opened the guest room door only to have it drop when the room was empty.
Maybe she went in my room? I walked to my room and still didn't find her.
"Isabella?" I called out and walked around the penthouse. Not in the bathroom's. Not the extra bedroom's. The office. I ran my hand through my hair. Surely the girl didn't walk out? How would she get down the elevator?
I walked towards my office and scooted into my desk chair and pulled up my security footage. My face reddened as I watched her scrambling through the penthouse, out the door and down the fire doors. Fuck building code in not allowing me to put a code on that fucking door. At least it wasn't accessible from the floor below us. Only an exit.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" I hissed out.