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So sorry this is so late posting, Edward was very hard.. To write..

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All the places in New York that my characters go to and mention are actual places in Manhattan NY. In case anyone cared or was curious…

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Chapter song: Fear by Disturbed

Chapter 5..

EPOV

After I woke up Miranda and sent her on her way with a smile, I jumped in the shower then put on a pair of black jeans and a grey wife beater shirt. Fuck Aro, he could wait. What was he going to do to me if I wasn't right in his office in 20 minutes? The fucker already took everything that matters to me, what more could he take? Although I couldn't just blame him; if someone hadn't decided to play god one night my life wouldn't be the clusterfuck it was. But I wasn't one to dwell on what should have been, this was my life now and I play the fucking hands I have been dealt. Still, the fact that because of his stupid decision my life was turned around, but not his, he still lives in his fancy ass rich fucking house with his loving wife and his wonderful life.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts of that selfish bastard and everything he took away from me; of the choice HE made, not me and the scars I bear for it. He took from someone and they took from him. The fucked up thing is I don't even think he has a clue, if he does he plays it off very well and goes on with his merry little life while I became this; a man I don't even know anymore.

Yeah I was one bitter ass mother fucker and I didn't give a shit. Why should I? Everything that ever meant shit to me in this world was taken away because of that selfish bastard and his choice. Aro might be a twisted fuck too, I mean he was the one who 'forced me into this' but he couldn't have done that if the self righteous prick hadn't pulled that shit. I did this for love, well that love turned bitter, after awhile it turned into hatred and now this was the man who was left because of it.

I looked around my place; I would never call it home, it didn't have that feeling of being a home. All I care about is a place to put my fucking head at night, if I had that I was good. Before I pulled the door closed on my apartment, I took a minute to look around it. I was not a materialistic man; I did not care for possessions. None of it really mattered to me. I knew it could all be taken away in the blink of an eye - like everything else in my life. A smile tugged up the corner of my mouth as I looked around. No, I was not a materialistic man, but I could appreciate...the material aspects of life.

The room was boxed in by full length mark less windows, giving me a panoramic view of the city skyline. The rays of the morning sun were beginning to shine through the windows; this by far was my favorite part of the day. My eyes swept over the long crisp gray sofa, the expanse of which had hardly ever been sat on. But it had been fucked on. More than once. A large square gray chaise lounge sofa added symmetry to the room. Or so I was told, by the expensive fucking designer Aro paid to do this shit for me. Right in front of the window sat two gray chairs also, I couldn't tell you if they were comfortable or not, I never sat in the things. I had a gray throw rug and the walls were gray and the floor was black wood. He wasn't happy with my choice of colors, I didn't give a fuck.

Finally I let my eyes settle on the only thing in the room I did care about; my piano. My black, polished grand piano. I didn't play just any piano, I didn't even play a baby grand. For me, it was all about the Grand. The best. The acoustics the large glass box of my apartment afforded me were incredible. I grabbed my Sig Sauer P226, my gun of choice, I never leave the house without it and put it in my holster. With one last look around my apartment I closed the door, squared my shoulders and jogged down the stairs. Yeah I liked gray and black, it fits my personality.

I headed towards the garage to my black Ferrari Enzo, my pride and joy. I loved this car, it was one of the few things in this fucking world I did love. Jumping in my baby I drove to my arsenal, the place all my other weapons were stored. I thought I'd come prepared for the meeting, since I didn't know if I was going to be sent off right away and to where; I wanted my 'toys' with me. Like I said Aro didn't call me unless it was important and no one else could get the job done right.

-XXXXXX-

I walked into the building like I owned the mother fucker; by passing the two security guards holding their clip boards to check off all people coming and going, smirking as I walked by, stupid rent a cops dare one of them to stop and question me. I remember the new guy a couple of months ago stopped me by reaching out and grabbing my arm to get me to 'sign in ' fucker wouldn't be using that arm again. My finger grazed the top of the pommel on my Ka-bar knife, it cut through his skin and bones like butter….

"Edward, you know I have to call when you come in, he gets very upset when you just walk in and ignore all the rules, at least let me call and tell him you are…"

I was done listening to her and bored already. "Save it Sam, don't care," I muttered as I headed into his office. I chuckled to myself as I saw her picking up her phone and frantically calling Aro to tell him I am about ready to go in. I should have let her call, god knows the prick might actually fire her over this, but I couldn't bring myself to give a shit about her or her job. I busted into his office.

"God damn it, Edward. How many times have I told you not to just come busting in my office like this?"

"Save it for someone who is actually scared of you Aro, you are wasting your breath on me." I leaned in closer. "I ...Don't ... Give...A … Fuck," I pronounced every word to emphasize my point. "Now why am I here?" I sat down roughly in one of his expensive chairs, just because I knew it pissed him off. I kicked my legs onto his fine oak desk, putting my shoes on some papers, again just to fucking get a rise out of him. I didn't care, he made me what I am today; taking me out of my world and bringing me into his, turning me into his own personal killer. He had to deal with what he created and the sick thing is I was good at it. All I ever wanted to be was a police officer. Go figure.

"Son, calm down….."

"Don't call me son, I told you that night and every single god damn time since, I am not your son. Your son is fucking dead! That's why I am fucking here."

Aro eyes hardened and he swallowed hard, I could tell his was trying to keep his composure and not lose control. He may have taken me for what he lost but I made it clear all those years ago, I wasn't a replacement like he wanted me to be.. It wasn't like my family was dead and I'm an orphan at age 8.….I was and I am a grown ass man.

"Edward," he said. "Why I trust you completely, we have certain rules that must be followed here and I expect you to follow them. Do I make myself clear?"

"Is this why you brought me here? Because if it is we are fucking done now!" I swear this crazy ass fucking prick really thought I was his son. No matter how many times I tell him I'm not. He was one dangerous mother fucker, I wasn't scared of him but I knew how far to push him too. I once saw him stab a man in the neck with a fork because he spilled a glass of water on him. You got a dude who lost his mind and is crazy on top of dangerous, it makes for a fucked up combination.

"Of course not," he said as he started putting photo's on the table of what looked like a bunch of kids… what the fuck these looked like kids next door, what did he want with them? They were all laughing and smiling playing around in a water fountain that looked like the Bethesda Fountain in Central Park. This wasn't the typical person or people I was use to going after. But then again it wasn't my place to question, but still.

"What the fuck do you want with a bunch of kids?" I asked as I scanned each and everyone of their faces. That's when my eyes froze on one person and that was all I could focus on. It was him, the bane of my existence, the one that fucking got away. All this time and this little fucker has been right here living underneath my nose, in my city. I wanted him bad, if for no other reason than to give me my 'perfect record' back. I looked down again at my hand and saw that I had unknowingly crumbled up his picture.

"Looks familiar?" Aro asked with a smirk.. He fucking knew, he was the one that ordered the hit on him three years ago. I wasn't in the mood for his shit today, it was far too early and I was far too pissed off.

"You know he does; now what did he and his little friends do?"

"You know the shipment we get from our supplier?" He asked

"Um, Yeah." I really couldn't imagine what any of this had to do with him. "What about it?" I was getting bored with the 20 questions.

Well he and his little friends were waiting at the drop off spot and stole the brief case from James and his contact."

I think my mouth dropped open. "You are fucking kidding me?" I laughed. "These kids stole a million fucking dollars from James?" This was priceless, Mr. I think I'm so fucking 'tough' got robbed by a bunch of fucking kids. Now I didn't feel so bad not being able to catch that little shit 3 years ago

"I don't find the humor in this son… Edward." He corrected himself quickly. "James recognized your little friend right away, heard he had a good chuckle himself knowing that that boy lived right here in New York, right under your nose."

Well that wiped the smile right off of my face; I didn't find that shit funny at all.

"In my defense he knew we were looking, he hid. He came at James in broad daylight, I guarantee had I seen him, he would be dead."

Aro sighed before he continued; "He couldn't very well shoot the boy and his friends in the middle of the day on a busy street, Edward. They knew he had been staying in a warehouse, so when they weren't there James and the others went looking for the money."

"So" I waved my hands trying to get to what the fuck any of this had to do with me. "You know where he lives, why do you need me?"

"Because when they showed back up at the warehouse, they escaped down a hidden tunnel and took off running through the sewers, we assume."

"Okay so just call all the hotels and motels you have on your pay roll and find out if they are staying in one of." I said

He sighed louder. "If you would stop interrupting me I would tell you," Aro's voice was as cold as ice. "Our contact at Motel 6 called and told us one of the people from our descriptions had checked in and smelled like something that climbed out of the sewer. He watched as six people; three boys and three girls all went into one room. By the time my men had gotten there two had already left and three climbed out the window."

"Okay, so how did you get the pictures and do we know if they are still in the city? When is the last time anyone from the organization saw them?"

"We got the pictures from one of their cell phones and we know at least two were at the bus station, they are being watched. Someone thought they saw two at Time Square, but couldn't be sure. James had a run in with this one." He pointed to a picture of a girl with long brown hair and brown eyes, she had a huge smile on her face and you could tell she was giggling. There was something about her, I couldn't put my finger on it but there was something about this girl that seemed... and that's when my own sister Alice smiling and giggling flashed through my mind.

"Edward don't talk to me I'm mad at you"

"Oh come on Allie, you can't be mad at me". I had been trying for a half hour to get her to forgive me. "I really tried to get out of class on time but the professor kept us over".

"Um yes I am, you promised me you would come watch me play ball and this isn't the first time." Her long brown hair flung around as she turned her head to the side.

"I told you Alice, I couldn't get out of school, it's not my fault my teacher is a prick with a stick shoved up his butt." Alice being 13 was easy to make laugh. I could see the curve of her lip start to twitch as she was trying not to laugh.

"You know I can't stand it when you're mad at me Allie, it makes me sad. You're my favorite sister."

"I'm your only sister, Eddie." She always says that name when she is upset with me, she knew it bothered me.

"Okay Allie, you leave me no choice, I'm gonna have to bring out Mr. Gotcha if you don't forgive me."

"No , no Edward I forgive you.. It's okay, no Mr. Gotcha.

"Hmm, I don't think you really do Allie," I said as I grabbed a hold of the sides of her waist and started to tickle her.

"Oh my god! I do, I do … 'pant' Stop please ... 'snort' I'm gonna pee my pants Edward... Stop!" She said with a huge smile and I had to smile when I heard the giggling come out of her mouth. 'Cause I knew we would be Okay.

"So some homeless woman was beating them off with a bat before James finally shot her twice, but the girl had gotten away." Aro finished up

What? What had he said? I totally missed the whole thing, did he say Russell was dead? "Russell's dead? That girl killed him?" I asked confused

"No Edward, I mean, yes Russell is dead but some homeless woman killed him; he bled to death, internal injuries. James had to get stitches himself. James killed the woman, but not before the girl Lisa or Bella or something James wasn't sure, he said the woman called her some weird name but thought right before she ran she screamed, 'get out of here Bella'."

God why did that memory have to creep into my thoughts now, in front of Aro of all people, I swear he could read my thoughts.

"Something on your mind, son?" Aro asked.

I took a deep breath. "The name is Edward, Marcus was your son and he is fucking dead, Aro."

"Oh I am quite aware Marcus is dead Edward, I'm not as crazy as you'd all like to think. I know exactly why my son is dead and that you are here because of it." Aro looked down at the picture of the brown haired girl then back up at me. "She bares a slight reassembles to your sister Edward, is that what you were thinking about? I know where they all are, would you like me to tell you?"

And the subtle threat comes to play, he knew my weakness, the one reason I didn't dare try to walk away or push too far. The sick fucker kept tabs on my whole family.

"I have no family anymore. I don't give a fuck about any of them or their petty lives." Trying to get off the subject of my Achilles heals. I changed the subject back to why I was here.

"Everyone is spread out all over the place and basically you don't even know if any of them are still here in New York, so I have to round them up and bring them to you? Or do you want me to just get the money and kill them if they haven't spent it already?"

"No, I don't want you to kill them; I want you to bring them to me. I will personally take care of each of them myself! They not only stole my money, but because of them I didn't get the shipment of drugs. This is unacceptable!" He slammed his fist hard on the desk and shoved everything off, then in one shove he pushed his desk over and I had to jump out of the way. "I want them so bad I can taste it. I want them to pay; I want their families to pay! I want them all dead and their families dead! No one fucking steals from Aro Volturi! No One!" He threw himself back into his chair breathing heavily, he took one last deep breath.

"Now Edward, this is all the information we have on them, here is your contact at the police department. He is checking the database as we speak trying to find out their names and where they are from. Our contact in the FBI is out on the field but he will also be contacting you with information on them as soon as he gets back."

Just that fast Aro was back to 'normal', well as normal as he could be.

I walked over to the pile of mess on the floor, gathered up the pictures and the rest of the notes and headed towards the door. As I was getting ready to walk out Aro spoke.

"Oh Edward, since I'm feeling generous at the moment when you find 'the boy' he is all yours; just get my money first."

I smirked. "Thanks." And walked out the door. Shaking my head I still couldn't believe some kids were able to come in there and steal a million dollars in broad daylight from James.

….. speak of the devil and he shall come….

"Jamie," I sneered. I hated this guy we got along like oil and water; we just didn't mix well. I think he hated me as much as I hated him. James saw me as a threat; someone who was going to come in here and inherit what he had worked so hard for; the Volturi empire when Aro kicked the bucket, now that his only son was dead. He saw me as the biggest obstacle standing in his way. I saw James as the slimy piece of shit he was. I couldn't care less what he did to Aro, kill him for all I cared. But I didn't like the guy; from day one something about him just rubbed me the wrong way. I knew one day we would come to blows, it was brewing and I for one welcomed the day I could erase James from this world.

"Lap dog," James sneered back.

I snapped and pinned him up against the wall in a flash smashing the back of his head into a glass mirror which shattered all over him. I pulled out my Ka-bar and put it to his throat. Pushing the knife slightly into his throat knowing it would cut him slightly.

"Do not ever for one second think I will not end your existence in a heart beat!" I said slowly and emphasized each word.

Just then my phone rang; I grabbed it quickly and answered without looking to see who it was.

"What do you have for me?" I answered, still glaring at James while the knife was still pressed into his throat, I knew if I applied just the slightest bit more pressure I would decapitate this fucker.

"Ummmm Mr. Masen"? The scared voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Yeah speaking, I am assuming you have some information from me?" I paused waiting for him to respond. "Okay, fax me the information now." I listened to him ask if he should hold on so I could grab a pen and paper. "I don't take notes, I am not a secretary. Fucking Fax it." Incompetent people is what I worked with.

I click the phone shut and glared into James eyes. "Well James it looks as if you get a reprieve today. I have more important people to take care of." But of course me being the ass I was, I couldn't let it go at just that. "You know those 'kids' you let get away with a million dollars? James, James , James," I snickered. "Letting a girl get away from you?" I tsked. "One does have to wonder what your purpose is here. I guess it's a good thing they have me around." I leaned in closer to his ear. "It's alright James; I'll take care of them and be home in my own bed with Vicky to keep me warm by night fall." I knew that would make him go nuts.

Victoria Marshall, 'the love of his life;' too bad she didn't feel the same way. Well maybe she did, until she met me. It was a year or so after I had been here and I had a lot of anger in me and needed some release, fighting wasn't cutting it so I knew this chick had been liking me for a while now, but I honestly didn't know she was with James. I made it a point to never mess with another man's wife or woman. Anyways, one day, one wall and a huge bite mark on her neck destroyed James' little happy bubble. We already hated each other so that was just an added bonus. I could have told him the truth I didn't know she was with him. But I didn't care; let him think I did it on purpose, it just made it sweeter. She dumped him and thought we were going to be together. Truthfully, I could have possibly seen myself kicking it with her for awhile. I'm not one to fuck and dump, but after I found out she was James' wife I was sickened by her, the nasty cheating tramp; that doesn't sit well in my book. Hence the 'I fucked you to fuck over your husband' idea….So yeah, that added to James' hatred for me.

"I will kill you, Masen, Do you hear me? You are a dead man." James launched at me, tackling me into the wall behind me. Asshole caught me off guard…That doesn't happen often.

I swung my fist and made direct contact with his face and as an added bonus ripped open his stitches, successfully making him bleed like a stuck pig again. I was done; this shit was going to die at my hands right now, when I was interrupted by a loud voice….fuck Aro…..

"Enough," Aro's voice rang through the hall. He looked at me then at James and then his neck, then the cut bleeding from his head along with the opened gash from the broken stitches "Damn it Edward! He is on my payroll, which means he is my employee, which means I own him and he is no good to me dead. Go get that looked at James."

"Yes Jamie, run along. It's time for the big boys to take care of business." I smirked

"Edward," Aro voice laced with a warning tone.

-XXXXXX-

After receiving the fax from our contact at the police department, I had found out quite a bit of information on the kids, at least 5 out of the 6 that is. It appears my little friend called Mouse was actually Ben and that's about all I knew and I found that shit out from contacts on the street. It was as if this boy did not exist, our contact officer Sam Uley had gone through The National Center for Missing & Exploited Children. It wasn't a huge surprise when nothing turned up there: it was about a 50/50 chance these parents gave a shit about their kids. Usually 'runaways' were running from something and the parents didn't want them in the first place. I knew he had been on the 'run' for 3 years, he was 13 when he ran and now just 16, but where he came from was still a mystery to me.

Peter Stevenson he was a different story, his parents were desperately searching for their son. They had reward money and posters pictured everywhere looking for their little boy. Must be nice to be missed so much, I don't know if I was even a second thought after my departure.

Charlotte Ramsey was also easy to find out about. Her mother put in a runaway report but wasn't actively searching for her daughter like Peter's parents. Her step father seemed like a real piece of work from the reports I read. I had learned to read people pretty good and I could tell this sick fuck had a lot to hide. I'm guessing he was the reason for Charlotte and Peter running away. Peter had the perfect life so nothing else made sense with him leaving, but for her.

Isabella Swan was another who was fairly easy to find out about. Her father was mayor of a small town in Washington called Forks. Her father had been actively searching for his daughter, he had even put 'missing posters' up and around the Washington area. She had been in and out of trouble throughout school but nothing horrible, so again I had to wonder what would make this girl turn to a life like this. I was able to find a report of an incident one night involving her and her mother and it just so happened to be the night Isabella ran from the house; her mother claimed she was on drugs and attacked her.

Jane Roberts was the 'a typical' runaway; parents died in a car accident when she was 5, no relatives to take her in, apart from an elderly grandmother, but she was in a nursery home so this one was put in foster home after foster home until finally stuck in a group home, in fights constantly. We all know what goes on in those places, so I can imagine why she ran away. She was a tough bitch according to word on the street.

Riley Turner, this one was the easiest; he went off one night and beat the shit out of his father and ran from the police. But being me I knew better, I saw the reports of unexplained bruises on his younger siblings; they just couldn't prove anything, until a couple months ago. This Kristy and Joey had been removed from the home finally, after Joey was taken to the hospital for broken ribs and it looked like the dad was in jail awaiting trial. They were staying with an aunt of the mothers in Texas. The mother had signed off her rights to the children and put herself in rehab. Good luck with that lady.

I faxed the information of the kids and their families to Aro, he could do what he wanted with that when the time came, it wasn't my concern. This 'Mouse' was grinding on my last nerve, I would not let him get away a second time, there had to be some records on him. I know he and this Jane were seen at the bus station, I had to call Alec and Demetri and see if they had picked them up yet. If not I'm sure our contact in the FBI unit would have information on this Ben aka Mouse, there had to be something... Fuck! I couldn't even get a last name on this fucker and that was unacceptable. I don't do unacceptable! I also needed to call and find out what was going on with the two in Time Square and the one they found motel bathroom. I needed to call Caius and Eric to find out about that too.

I ran my hands through my unruly hair in frustration, it wasn't like it would make it any messier. My hair was a wild mess anyways, it had been deemed crazy, sexy bed head or 'looks like just had wild sex hair,' I stopped listening to all of the names. I thought it looked like shit and was the oddest color ever it was the color of a penny, copper colored and my eyes were green - nothing special. but according to the ladies they were to die for eyes. I was 6 foot 2 inches tall and looked good and I knew it. But sometimes I wish someone would have liked me for me not for my looks or size of my dick which, by the way, was big if I do say so myself. Yeah, I was also an arrogant prick along with being a total asshole, but that's me; I make no apologies. I was shoved into this life five years ago, when I was only nineteen. It was all I'd known for five years, it made me the way I was; I accepted that.

I kept my body in good physical shape, too. I worked out six days a week,when I was in town, I used the gym in Aro's office building. I had quit smoking two weeks ago and that just added to my pissed off mood a lot of the time. Not that smoking made me a 'nice guy', but I wasn't ready to kill everyone right off the bat.

I was sitting in my penthouse gathering up all the leads I had in to one big pile. I had already faxed the information on the kids and their families to Aro, with the exception of Rat, or whatever name he went by … Ben that's it. I decided to take a snooze while I wanted for my contacts to call me back. I grabbed my gun taking it out of the holster, laid it on the table and pulled out my wallet. I don't know why, but I pulled out the only photo I kept and looked at it quickly, then putting it back, I laid my head down on my pillow and closed my eyes.

"Hey Edward, what time is your class in the morning?" Chris asked

"Um tomorrow's my early class, so I'm heading home now, why what's up?"

"Oh, just a couple of us were going to grab some beers at the bar down the street, wondered if you wanted to come along?"

"Dang, I would but I really got to get home and study for this test tomorrow and I promised my parents I'd be home and keep a eye on my sister. They went to some convention and won't be home till late."

"Oh well that's too bad.. You're always so busy man, and you were gone a year traveling all over the world, we don't get to see you much."

"Tell me about it, it feels like I don't have time to breath anymore, in between classes and my job I feel like I need two of me. But it will all be worth it when I graduate in a couple of years and become a cop."

"You got it all planned out don't you? Shoot, I'm not even sure what I want to be when I 'grow up,' Chris laughed.

I threw my towel at him. "You're a dork."

"Ha .. Alright man, I'm outta here maybe next time?" He turned and walked out the door leaving me alone in the changing room.

I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, walking right into two very large men.

"Excuse me," I said moving to make my way around them. I had never seen them before and they sure didn't look like they belonged on the school campus.

"No."

And that was the last thing I heard before something hit me on the back of the head and I awoke in a strange room…

I jolted awake and was visible shaken "Fuck," I ran my hands up and down my face and then up to my hair pulling at it in frustration. I was breathing heavily and my heart was beating rapidly. Jumping up from my bed my eyes landed on my old guitar sitting in the corner. Shaking my head I walked into the living room and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the table. I opened the lid and took a huge gulp, fuck a glass and fuck that it was warm… I took deep breaths trying to let the liquor calm my nerves. Why the hell did I dream about that night? I ran my hands through my hair again. That was 5 fucking years ago; I was a different person back then, thinking the world was all puppies and fucking roses. That was the day my life was turned around, that was the night Edward Cullen died and Edward Masen or 'The Cleaner' was born. Damn it, for the first time in two weeks I needed a cigarette and I needed it bad. I also needed something or someone to distract me; get this shit out of my head. I picked up the phone and dialed. It rang twice before she answered.

"Hey baby," she cooed on the other end of the phone. "Miss me already".

"Yeah, I do. Can you come over and bring me a pack of Marlboro reds?"

"Oh Edward, you were doing so good with quitting, you don't want to …."

I interrupted her

"I want a fucking smoke and to fuck, it doesn't have to be you! Either bring them with your fine ass or I will call someone else. It's not a fucking date either, I'm stressed the fuck out, I need to relax and release babe, not a lecture. So if you are cool with that come over, otherwise tell me now and we can hang up and not waste each others time."

"Oh Edward, you're such a romantic, how can I say no to that?"

"Miranda," I sneered my patience was running out and I was two seconds from hanging up on her. I really liked Miranda don't get me wrong she was my number one go to girl, but tonight I was in no mood for her shit.

"Alright baby, I'll be over in 20. Just have to throw on some different clothes and …."

"No!" I interrupted again. "Don't fix your face, don't change your clothes. Make it 10 minutes or forget it." Yeah, I was a asshole I knew it.

"Fine, I'm leaving now, hear me grabbing my keys".

I heard her shaking the keys over the phone and hung up on her. I was pacing around my apartment for 8 minutes; yeah, I was watching the clock, when I heard the tap on the door.

I walked over to the door and flung it opened to see Miranda in tiny pink boy shorts and a black spaghetti string tank top. I grabbed her and pulled her inside the door and pushed her body hard into the door. I attached my lips to her neck kissing my way up to her ear.

"I'm not gonna be gentle baby, but I know you like it rough." I spoke as I ripped her tiny shorts in half to reveal her freshly waxed bare pussy to me.

"Can we at least go... ugh," she moaned as my fingers rubbed around her clit to get her nice and wet. "... Go to the couch ...uhhh ... Edward."

"No," I said as I rammed two fingers inside her

"Oh god" she screamed out " I am not a whore Edward"

I moved my mouth back up to her ear and spoke low and husky, "If you were a whore you wouldn't be here, I don't fuck whores," I said as I bit her ear lobe.

Miranda's hands came down to the button on my jeans and flipped it open, lowering herself to her knees as she pulled them down. Her mouth was on my cock before I could say a word. "Fuck , baby that's it deep throat that shit" Miranda was the only one I knew who could take my whole dick in her mouth. "That's it baby suck it , yeah just like that, fuck yeah."

I pulled her up from the floor and carried her over to the sofa, reached to the end table, grabbed a condom and put it on. I bent her over the arm rest and rammed my dick into her hot wet pussy as hard and fast as I could. I reached around with my left hand and pulled at her nipples through her barely there tank top, while the other hand caressed her pussy. My thumb pushed into her clit rubbing back and forth while two fingers pumped in and out of her.

I leaned into her back and pressed my lips to her ear. "You better come soon, Miranda. I'm not waiting this time." I moved my fingers faster as she let out a loud scream and climaxed all over my two fingers. I stuck my teeth hard into her neck leaving my trade mark 'mark'. I continued to pound into her pussy hard. I wrapped my hands around her long hair and pulled it back hard, exposing more of her neck to me as I felt my own release coming. I licked and sucked where I left my mark.

"Oh, shit!" I yelled as I spilled into the condom. Yep that's right, I always wrap my shit up no matter who it was. I have been with Miranda a long time but still, I wasn't fucking around with all that shit out there. When I die it's going to be a bullet to my body, not a fucking disease.

I rolled us on top of the sofa and looked around for Miranda's purse; I knew I saw it when I opened the front door. Ah, there it is lying on the floor by the door. I got up and strode to the front door naked as a jay bird. I had to smirk; I could feel Miranda's eyes on me as she stood up and started to get dressed. This was one of the reasons I liked this one so much; she got me, she knew when I wanted to fuck and when I didn't want company. Miranda wasn't one of those clingy bitches who called all the time and whined about 'why won't you marry me, why can't we just be a couple'. She knew my job took me all over the place, but she also knew she meant a lot to me. Plus it wasn't always like this, there were many nights I took Miranda out to dinner or the clubs and she spent the night many of those times, too. Like I said, I am not a whore, fucking isn't my only goal in life but I am a man who has needs. But in my line of work a wife and kids or even a steady girlfriend isn't in the cards for me.

Miranda walked over to me with her hands on her very naked hips and glared. I had to smirk again. I had ripped her shorts and she couldn't very well walk out the door like this.

"Go clean up babe and in my room, bottom drawn, I think you left a pair of black sweats a couple of nights ago, if not I'm sure I've got some sweats you can wear home." I swatted her ass hard as she walked away.

As I watched her walk away my phone rang, I quickly walked over to get it.

"Talk to me," I said into the phone. As I was on the phone Miranda walked by and I had to laugh at how big my sweats were on her. She was such a petite little thing with her long blond hair. Miranda was really a beautiful girl, there were only a couple of things I couldn't stand about her. One, she wore too much make up; I hated fucking kissing her when she had her lipstick on or tasted that face shit they put on to cover up whatever. Two, her fake tits, deal with what god gave you. Don't get me wrong they were wonderful but I preferred the real thing. I followed her back to the door, Miranda leaned over grabbed her purse and stood up planting a soft kiss on my lips. She wasn't short but next to me she looked it. She whispered a goodbye and mouthed 'call me' as she walked out the door. I winked as she turned one more time and blew me a kiss.

"Oh, yeah, I got a message I was to call if I saw one of those people yous was lookin' for and um, there's an award, right? Like I'm gonna get paid for this um, right?"

I had to pull the phone away for a minute to see who called me. Mental note to self, start checking the caller ID. "Lombardi's Pizza."

"Who the fuck is this? And what do you have for me, before I talk money?"

"This is Tony, I work at Lombardi's I's seen one of those peoples in the picture you passed out the other day.. Now I can just hang up the phone now and go on about my merry way or yous can talk a bit nicers to me. It's your dime."

My blood boiled and I gripped the phone so tight I heard it cracking in my hand.

"Listen here you fucking little maggot, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you better know who I am. I am Edward fucking Masen." I heard the gulp as my name registered in his pea size brain.

"Umm Mr. Mas…. Um Mr. Sir. Um yes "oh shit" I heard him mumble as he tempted to pull the phone away and control his breathing. "I'm so so sorry Mr. Masen Sir.."

"Yeah I'm sure you are sorry, you little maggot, for ever opening your mouth, when I get done with you, you will be sorry you got up out of bed this morning. Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again or I will rip your tongue out of your throat and feed it to you for breakfast . Do you understand me Maggot!" I screamed down into the phone. Where the fuck were those cigarettes Miranda brought me. I looked around the room as I heard 'Tony' trying to contain his breathing.

I remembering seeing Miranda's purse by the door, walking over to purse, phone rang stopped reaching for purse to answered phone Miranda left with the pack still in her purse. FUCK!

"Mother fucker! Your luck just went from bad to worse Maggot!" I growled in the phone. "Now you got 10 seconds to tell me who you saw and if they are still there before I reach through the phone and choke you to death. Do I make myself clear?"

"Um yeah, I just saws them walk by Mr. Sir, um?"

"You fucking telling me or asking me?" I yelled into the phone as I headed out the door, but I stopped and looked down at myself. I slammed the door shut behind me and walked to the bedroom to grab my clothes. As much as I didn't give a shit about walking around naked, I don't think it would go over well on the streets. I grabbed a black T-Shirt and some black jeans quickly dressing, grabbed my gun off of the dresser and put it in my holster.

I jumped in my baby and took off for Lombardi's Pizza on Spring St. I know I was speeding but I didn't care, I was a man on a mission and I dared a cop to pull me over in the mood I was in. I debated stopping at the store to grab a pack of smokes but decide time was of the most importance, I didn't have time for stops. I was making great time until I got to the corner of Mott and Spring Street. There was a huge accident in front of me and I couldn't go around or back up. "Fuck!" I punched the steering wheel hard, this could not be happening to me. "Fuck, fuck fuck!" I punched even harder, running my hands through my hair roughly, pulling on the tips of it.

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Forty five fucking minutes. I was stuck in that traffic jam for forty five fucking long minutes. I pulled into the parking lot of Lombardi's and jumped out of the car clicking the alarm button on my key and took off towards the building. When I walked in the door I scanned the room looking at all the workers, until my eyes locked with one who looked like he had just seen a ghost when I walked in the door.

"Where?" I yelled as I glared right at the mouthy ass boy behind the counter.

"Um," he stuttered and pointed towards the back door leading to the alley.

I walked around the counter glaring at the little maggot who talked shit to me on the phone earlier. I could 'teach ' him a lesson, I could end his miserable life in one blow but I was a man on a mission. As I walked past him, I glared and started to continue on, just my look alone was enough to scare the shit out of him but me being the asshole I was it wasn't enough for me. I turned and rammed him into the a storage shelf, hard. I leaned my face right to his

"Today's your lucky day after all little maggot, because I don't have time to teach you some fucking manners, but if you ever..." I tightened my grip on his shoulders, pulling him towards me only to slam him back harder knocking things down on top of him. "Ever fucking talk to me like that again I will fucking cut your tongue off. If you see me anywhere again, if you so much as fucking look at me, I will fucking cut your eyes out." I slammed him into the shelf one last time. "Do I make myself fucking clear?" He avoided eye contact and with his head down, he nodded.

"Good" I slammed him back as I started to walk away, I got about two steps when I heard the sound of piss splashing on the floor.. 'Fucking pathetic,' I thought shaking my head.

I flung open the door to the back alley and turned my head to the right, I saw nothing, so I quickly flung my head to the left …I wasn't prepared for what was right in front of me ... It almost took me off guard for a split second. Oh this was gonna be too easy, I could already tell. I couldn't make out their face as it was buried in their knees, almost holding themselves in a comforting manner, rocking back and forth. Just then the door that I came out of slammed shut behind me and the figure jumped and yelped at the sudden noise. They turned to look towards the noise and our eyes locked on each other.

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I would like to recommend a few stories that I am reading they may not be the 'popular stories' but they are really good and deserve to be read too. I really like them a lot.

'Trouble maker' by Bellavista229 here's the link http:/www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/5946290/1/Troublemaker

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Another awesome story is 'Edward's Clan' by Greenaway: this story is so good, a must read and the author is beyond awesome.. One of the best stories out there

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This story is new and needs some readers, it's a good story too: 'It's called The other side of me' by Kriscullen and in collaboration with anthonymasen0620

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Also please no hating on me or Edward for Miranda.. He is not dating anyone; he doesn't even know Bella.. He is NOT a whore who sleeps around; Miranda is someone he is with from time to time. So you can be unhappy about it, but I really don't want to be yelled at for it. They don't even know each other yet. And no one seemed to care when she kissed Riley so …..