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Warning: Content not suitable for children under 18. May contain violence, sexual situations, and foul language. All content owned by Stephanie Meyer.
Here's a list of the character's that I've introduced for this chapter in case you've forgotten since chapter 2 :)
Jack Cullen, Edward Sr.'s father, Edward's paternal grandfather: Robert De Niro
Edward Cullen Sr., Edward's Father, Boss of the Seattle Irish Crime Family: Michael Madsen
Elizabeth Cullen, Edward's mother, Edward Sr.'s wife, Eleazer's daugher: Debra Messing
Eleazer Masiono, Esme's father, Edward's maternal grandmother: Christopher Walken
Carlisle Cullen, Edward's Paternal Uncle, Edward Sr. Brother:Peter Facinelli
Esme Cullen, Carlisle's wife, Edward's aunt: Elizabeth Reaser
Alistair Cullen, Carlisle's son: Joe Anderson
Jasper Cullen, Edward's cousin and Carlisle's son: Jackson Rathbone
Marcus Masiono, Edward's maternal great uncle, Eleazer's brother, Caius' father: Al Pacino
Caius Masiono, Edward's maternal uncle, Elizabeth's brother: Bruce Willis
Athenadora, Caius' wife, Garrett's mother, Edward's aunt: Annie Dunn
Garrett Masiono, Edward's cousin, son of Caius: Lee Pace.
Today at 10:04 AM
Edward
"Paul, I need to go the Boss' house." I adjusted my tie in the mirror of the foyer of my penthouse as I spoke to my driver.
"I'll have the car pulled around for you, Mr. Cullen." He nodded his head and walked towards the door.
My cell phone vibrated in my pocket. Emmett.
"Please tell me dinner was cancelled." I grumbled and messed with my tie again.
Emmett chuckled on the other line. "Sorry, my friend. But, I do have some good news for you. Your Isabella? She left some shit at Black's apartment."
"How the fuck did you get by his rent a cops?" I smirked.
"Eh, forget about it. Anyway, she left a college I.D. behind, he had it locked up in his desk. I'm going to run shit on her later, credit cards and shit. She definitely ain't in that house anymore. He had some other broad in there riding his cock in his room. Fucker is a cocksucker. Fake moans and shit."
I shuddered as I walked towards the elevator. "Didn't need the visual, brother."
"Yeah well. It is what it is. I'm going get a shower and hopefully Rosie is fucking ready by that time."
"I still can't believe you married that gold digging-"
"Hey, I don't care what you gotta say, she's my wife, got it?" Emmett snapped.
"Forget about it. So, what's Isabella's last name? I'll run my shit on her too. My luck would be you'd get distracted by Rosealie's pussy before you ran it."
"Fuck you." Emmett chuckled. "Last name's Swan like the bird. Fitting because she flies like one."
"Yeah, yeah. Fuck you. All right, the car's pulling up downstairs. I'll see you at ma's house."
I swiped my phone and put it in my pocket as I walked out of the elevator. Paul opened the door to the town car as I put my Ray Bans on. I nodded to him as I got in the car and buttoned my suit jacket.
Isabella Swan. Ms. Swan. I smirked as the Seattle scenery passed by and thought of all the ways to track down Miss Isabella Swan. I pulled my phone out and entered my contact.
"This is Eric."
"It's Cullen. Hey, why don't you do me a favor and run me some information?" I talked into the phone.
"Sure gorgeous, what's up?"
"Isabella Swan. She's a graduate of Seattle U, majored in business. Run her and let me know about any credit cards, addresses, shit like that."
"On it. I'll have it back by dinner."
I smirked. "I'm counting on it. Ciao."
"Au revoir." Eric was about as gay as they came and hit on me every turn he got. I didn't hassle him about because he was good at his job. He also was my informant from the FBI and I counted on him to keep me up to date.
My parents' estate appeared behind the gates Paul had stopped at. A line of cars were parked in the drive way and it looked like I was the last to arrive.
Paul opened the door for me and I checked my suit one more time before ascending the stone steps into my parents house.
I was greeted by my mother enveloping me into a hug and kisses on my cheeks.
"You hungry, honey?" She smiled and ran her hand through my hair. "Oh, your hair is always a mess."
"Mom, stop it." I grumbled as she fixed my tie.
"Oh, you know how I get-" a gun shot went off and the sound of a crash echoed throughout the house. I sprinted towards the dining room.
My grandfather, Eleazer, had his gun drawn towards my grandfather, Jack, and he had his gun out as well. My Uncle Caius continued eating his meal. My uncle Marcus stood beside my grandfather Eleazer with his gun drawn towards Grandpa Jack. Uncle Carlisle stood by my grandpa Jack with his hands raised. Yeah, the whole family was here and if you didn't know better, it would seem to most of the guests that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. That's what happened when you put Old Italy and Ireland together.
"Now, gentleman, I think we can put our guns down. This is a family dinner. Perhaps we can wait until after dinner to be hostile towards one another? My wife, Esme, and sister in law, Elizabeth put together a spectacular meal that perhaps shooting each other's brain out would not be the best idea at this moment." Carlisle said in a soft voice. Grandpa Jack glared at him and ignored his words.
"You fucking piece of shit. You think you're going to come at me and be a fucking wise crack, talking shit to me?" Jack spat. My father sat in the chair at the head of the table eating a plate of lasagna. Carlisle sighed and sat down next to my Aunt Esme.
"Oh, shut the fuck up. You talk shit more than anything, maybe that's why you fucking retired, ya damn coward!" Eleazer spat back.
Grandpa Jack cocked his gun and Uncle Caius mimicked him.
"I'd put that shit down, Jack," Caius whispered. Grandpa Jack flipped him off and pointed his gun back at Grandpa Eleazer.
"You fucking piece of shit. You ain't good for nothing. You sit on your ass in Chicago fucking ordering hits like a god damn Italian Sausage you are and you want to talk shit to me?" Jack hit his chest and dad leaned back in his chair.
Emmett looked between the two men as Rosalie sat beside him with a bored expression on her face.
"You two done?" Dad asked with a cocked eyebrow. "I bring you into my wife's home, your daughter's home, your daughter in laws home, and you're going to shoot to shit her fucking chandalier? Forget about it. Sit your old asses down and we'll fucking shoot each other later." Dad took another bite of his lasagna.
"Why can't you two just get along?" Mom asked and sat down at the other end of the table. I nodded at Emmett and sat down across from him and his wife.
"He's a fucking filthy Irish," Eleazer said putting his gun back in his suit.
Jack glared at him and sat down. "Fuck you."
"That all you got, old man?" Eleazer sneered. Mom rolled her eyes and took a drink of her wine. Dad just sat back and smirked.
"Old man? Who you calling old man?"
Grandpa Eleazer pointed his fork at Grandpa Jack. "You. I'm calling you old."
Jack chuckled and looked around.
"Edward, you think I'm old?" He asked.
I smiled. "Course not, pops."
Grandpa Eleazer glared at me. "Always knew I liked your brother more."
I laughed. "Emmett isn't going to be the boss."
"Fuck you," Emmett laughed and wrapped his arm around Rosalie.
"Now see, your brother is an honorable man. When you gonna stop running with the whore's and get yourself a woman?" Eleazer winked at Rosalie.
"Who said Rosalie wasn't a whore?" I shrugged. Emmett threw his fork at me and flipped me off and Rosalie sent me a cold stare.
"Ay, don't be saying that about your brother's wife," Grandpa Jack scolded. "I don't care how loose her vagina is, your brother got his ring in her finger and they been blessed by God in the Church. When you gonna settle down? Have a family," he looked at Eleazer, "Carry my name, huh? Make your pops and I proud? Make your mom a grandmother? Lord knows this capush shouldn't father children." He smacked Emmett's arm and Rosalie scowled at him.
I shook my head and laughed.
"Why I gotta be married? I don't have time for children."
Dad raised his glass at me. "When you find the right woman, you'll have time for your kids. Right babe?" He winked at mom and I wanted to hurl.
"Right, honey. Now, who's paying for my chandalier?" She smiled and looked around the table.
"Liz, on my honor as a man, I'll buy you an even bigger, better chandalier. I'll have it imported from Ireland." Grandpa Jack patted his heart and smiled.
"Ireland is shit." Grandpa Eleazer spat.
"God, this is better than Thanksgiving last year," Emmett smiled and chewed off a chunk of his breadstick.
"Edward, I saw your article in Forbe's the other day. The complex you funded is quite beautiful," Athenadora, my aunt and Uncle Caius' wife complimented. I nodded my head towards her.
"It took four years to build. A pain in my ass really."
"How much you selling the units for?" Uncle Caius asked and looked sharply at my grandpa Jack. He let out a huff and took a bite of his lasagna.
"Five million a piece. There's 576 apartments and 13 elevator's. It's, as Athenadora read in the article," I smiled towards her, "91 stories. Floors 82 through 87 are personal suites that I'm throwing for ten mill. 88 is a spot for Esme's restaurant, 89 is a control room."
"So, what about 90 and 91?" Rosalie asked with her bitch brow up. I rolled my eyes.
"I made 90 into a rec area, with a pool, and 91 is an observation deck with the option of eating privately. Esme has put a lot of work into her restaurant and I'm looking forward to featuring her food in my building." I winked at my aunt and she blushed.
"Very proud of you, Ed. You reserving space for the family?" Grandpa Eleazer asked.
"If they're paying, of course," I smiled and took a bite of my lasagna.
"Smart man," Eleazer smiled and tapped his temple.