Thank you, thank you for the reviews, follows, and favorites! I think it's probably the most for any of my stories! So, anyway. I'm going to try to do a few updates a week with shorter chapter's. I feel like they work for me better. I don't know. I feel like they keep the flow of things going smoother. So, if I happen to throw in a longer chapter, you're welcome. :)

Warning: Content not suitable for children. May contain graphic violence, obscene language and sexual situations.

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Rule Number 6: All appointments must be respected

Edward

The decanter I held in my hand crashed against the wall in an explosion of shards.

"Fuck!" I screamed. I snapped the buttons of my shirt open and threw my destroyed shirt onto the couch.

"Calm down, brother. Is this about the Bella chick?" My brother Emmett asked coming into my office.

I turned to glare at him and tugged at my hair. "She just fucking left."

Emmett smirked and leaned against the door frame. "I like this girl all ready."

I threw myself into my office chair and played with a pen on my desk.

"Have you ran anything on her?" Emmett asked. He walked over to the table that held many other decanter's and grabbed a glass of scotch.

I shook my head and put hands behind my head. "I haven't had the time. When I got back here, dad called and said we needed to meet with the lawyer. The fucker thinks I'm going to take a plea deal."

The Seattle police department thought they had some lead on some assault case from a few month ago. Did I hit the guy and cause thousands of dollars worth of cosmetic surgery and recovery time? Sure. But the Fucker stole money from me. I gave him a year to pay me back and found out the guy was spending his income on underage prostitutes. He's lucky I didn't kill him.

"What's the deal?" Emmett asked.

I swiveled my chair to look out at the Seattle sky line. "Eighteen months. Good behavior for early release." I rolled my eyes.

Emmett snorted. "Shit. Good behavior. You'll do the whole eighteen and then some."

I shrugged my shoulders. "And a one million dollar fine. Not leaving the country for five years. I have to turn in my jet records and shit. They're just fishing for shit. Nosy bastards."

"They'll never find anything. Dad's lawyers are good. They wouldn't be his lawyer if they weren't." He took a sip of his scotch.

I shrugged. "Besides, if I'm in prison, I can't find Bella."

Emmett chuckled. "Having problems with that still?"

I glared at him. "I only have a fucking name: Isabella. No last name."

Emmetr shrugged. "Have you asked Jacob? I'm sure he'd know."

"He probably has fucking security detail out. I'm all ready being watched, I'm not about to pop a rent a cop and get twenty-five to life."

"Has she been cited in anything with him?" Emmett asked and leaned back on his chair. He threw his arm over the back of it.

"No. Everything I'm finding is coming up Jacob Black and date. Or, just her first name."

"Was she really that good of a piece you have to track her down?" Emmett smirked.

I threw my pen at him. "No. It's the fact that she didn't listen. And then, she got out. I mean, who fucking leaves me?"

Emmett snorted. "Whatever you say, Narcissus."

I glared at my brother and then thought for a moment. "How about you run some stuff on her? Go to Black and see what he knows. I'm sure he'll talk to you. Hell, he's probably looking for her too. Maybe he'll just lead us to her?"

"Because I can just waltz into his office with his rent a cops and demand an audience?" Emmett rolled his eyes.

"Fucking call ahead. Say you're Arnoldo Swartz or something. I don't fucking know. I need to find her though. She saw my gun." I looked back out over the Seattle skyline.

"Well, that's not so bad. I mean, plenty of people have guns, Edward."

I clenched my hand. "She fucking left after she saw the gun, fuckface."

Emmett let out a long breath. "All right, I'll look into her. See what I can dig up. Hopefully Jacob's doughnut smuggler's aren't quick on their feet. And hopefully he knows where your crush is..."

I glared over at him.

Emmett smiled. "Whatever. Anyway, mom wants you over for dinner tonight. Dad says grandpa should be flying in tonight from Chicago with Uncle Caius. It's at six."

I groaned and ran my hand over my face. The last thing I wanted to do today was deal with my grandfather from Chicago. And if he was coming, my dad's father, Jack, was coming. I hated family dinner's.

Emmett got up to leave and I turned my chair to glance out the window again.

"Isabella. Come out, come out, wherever you are."