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Remember Chapter Four.

Edward's Pov.

Another late night but business has been good, way to fucking good. So good, I'm waiting for something bad to happen, it seems like every time something is going my way there's something waiting around the corner to fuck it all up for me.

I can over hear Emmett talking to someone, "…private rooms?" that someone was asking Em.

"Um, yeah, we have private rooms for private parties but it costs a pretty penny." Em says.

The man smiles, "Money's not a problem."

"Em." I call out after handing over two beers and taking the five that was slid across.

Emmett looks over at me, "Blue room is booked, don't forget, I don't know if there are any other opened rooms." I tell him.

Emmett nods, "Right, okay man, hold on and let me actually check." He tells the guy.

"Seth, come take over." I call out to him, he's been waiting on stand-by that's how busy we've been. Seth is one of our best guys here, he's quick and sly with not only the ladies but the guys too, he's straight though, I'm pretty sure.

I head out from behind the bar and push my way towards the back rooms, we have multiple rooms that are for private parties, weather you're actually partying or you need the get business done.

We have the Red Room, the Green Room, The white Room, the Purple Room, the Blue Room and the Black room. My father always books the Blue Room to do business in. I know that he's into the illegal business, he deals with it all and being a Cullen I was expected to follow in his foot steps…only I didn't. Emmett and I we wanted to open up this place, our own bar, our own personal…hell. Nitti gritty, rock and roll, low lights, leather, the place was once a warehouse and it was perfect, the outside still looks like a warehouse but we redid everything inside.

Dad was pissed, he even talked about disowning us for a while but then something clicked for him, he could still use us, his business, his meetings, his men, they were always here. This place was the fucking headquarters on the East-side. Even though he still found use out of us we were still kept in the dark about a lot. We didn't know who-was-who or what they do, they were given a password, made up by dad, only three people would know that password, that would be me, Emmett and the head of the party that was coming over, no names were ever given and to be honest I kind of liked it that way. There were a few times that Em and I played body guard for our father, we'd stand by locked and loaded waiting for anything to go wrong, things rarely went wrong but they did go wrong at least three times. Those three times we helped our father with shallow graves and words were never spoken about it again.

"Sam!" I holler over the loud speakers. Her blonde hair wipes around her face as she looks for whoever called her name, our eyes lock and I motion with a finger for her to come here. Sam's in charge of the back rooms, she books them normally, she's the one who allows people back there or denies there access and then she's also in charge of clean up afterwards, she has her own little team for that.

"What's up, Junior?" she asks. I hated being called Junior but she never let up.

I glared at her, "The blue room." It's all I have to say, no questions asked ever.

She nods, "I'll keep it opened for the next three nights, I'll make sure my crew cleans it extra hard, not a drop of cum in there!" She shouts with a smile.

I roll my eyes, "Thanks." I tell her.

"Anytime, boss man." She says before turning back to her podium.

Yeah, things are going good.

"Rose, get your ass off my bar." I tell Rosalie, she's my cousin's boyfriend's sister and she's a pain in my ass, plus she and Emmett have a thing for each other but they haven't acted on it yet.

She flips me the bird, "You need to get laid dude so you're not so uptight." She says, hopping off and leaning over to give Em a peep show down her top.

"And you and Em need to stop beating around the bush and fuck already, then you wouldn't be here." I tell her. I always tell her mean shit, I tell her this to be mean as well because normally Emmett doesn't stick around too long after he gets in a girls pants, the dude has never been in an actual relationship and I've told her this. It kind of surprises me that he hasn't caught anything. I also think this is the reason why Rose hasn't given into him yet, she afraid that I'm right and of course I'm right, he's my brother I know everything about him.

"Fuck off, dude." Emmett says glaring at me. "You may be my older brother but I'll still kick your ass."

We haven't been in a fight since we were young kids, twelve and thirteen, Emmett might have been barely taller than me but I still whooped his ass.

Before anything else is said I notice our cousin at the top of the stairs, her boyfriend in tow behind her, Jasper Whitlock, my best friend. He and Alice met through me and then he brought his sister around and she met Em. Before I can even throw her a smile I realize there's something wrong, Alice is pouting, not that Alice doesn't pout, she does that shit all the time but the tears in her eyes that get me, the troubled look on Jaspers face, something is wrong.

"Emmett." I nod in the direction of our cousin. He turns to look and straightens up, realizing just as quickly that there's definitely something wrong.

"Boys, we need to talk." Alice says once she reaches us. "Let's go back to the office."

"Rose, I know you're not a bartender but I know you know how to, can you take over for Em for a bit?" Alice asks Rosalie who nods in agreement, I couldn't even protest.

The only thing I could do is look at Emmett and Jasper, Emmett looked unsure, Jasper looks unhappy, I turned and followed Alice through the doors behind the bar that leads to a hallway were extra rooms were at, we had a few bedrooms back here just because some of the staff sometimes needed a place to crash for a bit, life gets hard, I understand that and then there are our offices back here, I don't like spending much time in there, I'd rather be behind the bar.

Alice turns on the light to my office and waits as we all file in. She shuts the door and motions for us all to sit; I have the exact amount of seats needed. I sit behind my desk and wait for the shit to hit the ceiling fan.

Alice sighs, looking anywhere but at me or Em.

"For fuck sake, Alice, just spit it out already." I tell her getting agitated.

She turns her glare to me but then I watch as it softens, this can't be good. "Your parents were found murdered in an alley way in phoenix."

I swear, I stop breathing, my heart clenches and denial fills my brain, I couldn't have just heard what I think she just said…it couldn't be true.

"What do you mean?" Emmett asks the arm rest his hand is clenching nearly splintering under his grip.

She looks from me to Emmett back to me again, "They were found last night, just a few hours after, and the police have no idea who it was." I snort, of course not, "Dad is trying to figure out everything else, the police aren't much help not that they've ever been."

I stand up, knocking my chair back to the floor and both my hands tug up at my hair, pulling hard. I feel sick, I feel… I don't know what I feel! I kick the chair at my feet. My dad wasn't always the best my mom… oh fuck… my mom was the kindest sweetest person you'd ever come into contact with and that's saying a shit load since my uncles wife was just the same.

I start pacing back and forth, I should have followed my father's orders, and what the hell am I doing here!? I could have been there to help! I kick the chair again and spin so fast to the wall behind me, my fist flying, it goes straight through the dry wall and I can't stop. I hear the yelling around me, my name being called but I can't fucking stop! My poor mother, she never deserved this! For fuck sake!

Emmett's big arms wrap around me and lift me off the ground, pulling me away from the destroyed wall. I can feel my own face flush as anger rushes through me so intensely, a gurgled growl leaves my throat, rips its way through me and out of me and then Emmett is setting me back down but hasn't let go. "I know." He says, squishing me to him. "I fucking know, man." My vision blurs, this isn't supposed to happen, I just talked to them yesterday. "Whoever the fuck did this, they're going to pay, I promise." He says gripping me till finally I lose the battle going on in my head, my body and I hug my brother back, fuck it's just us now… what the hell do we do?

I hear a buzzing noise and step back from my brother to look over at Jasper who is pulling the phone to his ear. "Are you serious?" he asks. His eyes light up and he looks over to me. "Alright, yeah, I'll tell him, no we'll come to you as soon as we can." He hangs up the phone.

"Who was that?" Alice asks.

"Your dad." He tells her, "He says that the police just released a witness. The area that they found the person had all its security footage wiped except one place, he has his hands on it and they're trying to figure out who it is." He tells me.

"Get me this fucking person before whoever they are, find them." I tell him and he nods.

~oOo~

"She's a seventeen year old girl, you'll fucking terrify her Emmett." I tell him through the phone, I sent them to find the girl, yeah that's right, a fucking seventeen year old girl might be the only key to finding out who killed my parents. I stayed behind to help out my uncle and aunt plan funeral arrangements and plus having to have their bodies brought to us, we have a few family crypts here, so we're bringing them home.

"No fucking way, dude." He says but I hear Jasper on the other end. "Yes, you will, you're a giant dude. I'll find the girl you get the car, I'll talk with her a while, get friendly and what not, when you pull up I'll tell her your my driver." Jasper says, planning it all out in his head.

To me, Jasper is the less scary of the two, not that the man doesn't have his moments but he's not a giant monster like my brother, he normally can get anyone and everyone talking and has this way about getting people to relax and open up to him. He's perfect for this part.

"Get the fucking car Emmett, listen to Jasper and don't fuck this up. I don't want you to pick her up yet either, just make sure she's alright and follow her home to bum-fuck Forks. If there is any thing that seems out of place, fishy or whatever the fuck you grab the girl and run, I don't fucking care if you talk her into leaving or stick a fucking sack over her head, she's not to be hurt or killed, I mean it." I tell the two idiots on the other end. "If you can, protect her and try talking her into meeting me but if those scum bags try to get to her, you get there first."

"Yeah, man, we got this." Emmett says, "Look, her flight is just about to get here, I'll grab my shit and go find a rental. Jasper will talk with her."

"Good, call me with an update." I say before hanging up the phone.

I run a hand roughly through my hair trying to calm myself.

"Are you alright, Hon?" I hear the soft sweet voice of my Aunt Esme.

I turn to her and let out a sigh, "No, I can't believe this is all happening still and yet Carlisle doesn't know who's done this." I tell her honestly.

It's strange, Esme kind of looks like my mother and yet they're not the ones related, no my dad is brothers with her husband, Uncle Carlisle and they look nothing alike.

"He's trying, he has ideas of who it could be but you do understand that it's not safe to just go pointing fingers at all the wrong people, right?" she asks, "He needs to know what the girl knows in order to get a firm idea of who's done this and for the fact that Demetri and Flex are missing leads me to believe that they turned their backs on your parents to blind side them but they could be working for anyone. We'll get this figured out soon, I promise." She says, patting my face.

~oOo~

~Bella's Pov~

I am extremely grateful that my father has given me a can of pepper spray, I haven't left the house and barely my room since seeing those guys at the diner. I've seen their truck driving up and down my street very late at night and then I've noticed a dark SUV as well. To say I'm freaking out is an understatement. I wish so badly that I could remember everything that night but today I have to go to school, I'm a senior and now I'm falling behind in my school work. There's no more putting it off, I have to go.

With my pepper spray in my front pocket, a small five inch blade in my other, my cell in my back pocket, I grab my backpack, toss it over my shoulder and head out of the door. My dad gave me the keys to his old Chevy pick-up truck, it's amazing that it even started but it does work, loud and grumbling. Even though I'm on edge, I feel safer driving to school rather than walking or taking a bus. The school isn't far and I get there in no time. I notice the black SUV again parked down the road and off to the side, it's hard to tell if there's anyone sitting in it, the windows are to darkly tinted.

I close my truck door and head inside quickly. I keep my head down through the first three classes but just as the bell was about to ring for lunch a girl comes and sits right in front of me.

"Hey, I'm Jessica." she says kindly.

"Bella." I tell her finally looking up.

She smiles at me, "Do you have anyone to sit with for lunch?" she asks. I shake my head no, ready to protest and tell her I'd be fine alone but she continues on. "Ang and I wouldn't mind company, will you sit with us?"

I bite my bottom lip, it's either sit with them or sit paranoid in my truck. "Alright." I tell her.

The bell rings and silently I follow after Jessica. "Do you need to go to your locker?" she asks. I look down my books and nod, "Alright, well we sit in like the first table when you walk into the cafeteria, I'll save you a seat." She says.

I turn around and head back the other direction. I've never felt so awkward in my life, I just, I don't feel safe here, anywhere, it seems. I'm positive that the guy at the diner is the same from back home and if that's the case, I'm being followed. I get to my locker and open it up, remembering the combination already. I set my books down and hang up my bag when suddenly I'm being pushed into the lockers hard, hands going around my arms, trying to pin me there. Panic shoots through me and I use the locker to push back against my attacker.

I manage to free myself of his grip and turn to face him, the guy from the diner! He lunges for me again and I reach for my front pocket, I pull out the can of pepper spray and start spraying it as soon as it's up. The guy tries not to yell but he's in pain obviously as he wipes at his eyes furiously but he's still coming. He knocks the can out of my hands easily before slamming me into my locker again. This time my head hits and my vision blurs. He catches me before I can start to fall and lifts me up and over his shoulder. He makes it outside and I come too a bit, the floor swaying underneath me, panic rises again and leaves my throat in a blood-curdling scream. I start kicking and pushing on his back, trying to right myself, trying to struggle with him as much as possible and then I remember, I have one more weapon and I reach for my front pocket. I flip the small blade out and with a deep breath I sink the blade into his shoulder and he yells out, throwing me to the ground in the process. I have the now bloody blade in hand still and I struggle to get up and run. I can see the guy from the black truck step out and start heading my way and I change my direction quickly when the black SUV comes sliding up right in front of me, shit! I'm trapped! The back door opens and a familiar head pops out.

"Run Isabella!" He yells at me. I freeze for only a second when I hear the guys behind me start yelling. I run for the outstretched hand in front of me and let him pull me into the SUV just as the tires screech and peels out, I slam the door behind me as pings sound off the outside of the vehicle, we're being shot at. "Stay down." The driver in front tells me, I have no problem listening to that order.

My eyes widen as both the guys pull out their own pieces of metal and start firing back. I cover my ears and sink further to the floor, this can't be happening! I was supposed to be safe in Forks! Suddenly the shooting stops followed by a loud thunderous crashing noise. "I fucking got them!"

I keep my head down, to afraid to look up until I feel hands gently touch me and I jump. "Hey, kid, it's okay, you're safe now." He says soothingly.

"Pull over." I tell him.

"We can't." The driver says.

I know it's stupid but I can't help it right now, I swing the knife in front of me and press it into the drivers neck, not hard but not soft either. "Pull the fuck over now!" I scream at him. He breaks hard and then turns into a clearing of the trees, pulling a little ways in before stopping completely, out of sight from the road.

I jump out of the vehicle and stumble over to a tree where I lose my breakfast from this morning, oh my god, this is too much, too much stress!

"Isabella, please." I hear behind me and I wipe around.

"Stay the fuck away from Jasper." I tell him. "If that's even your real name!"

He holds out his hands, "It is, I never lied to you at the airport, alright? I was sent here to keep you alive." He tells me. "Those guys back there, they're going to kill you if you don't come with us."

I look from him to the guy I'd held the knife too, holy hell he's tall and big, he steps out of the SUV. I thought for sure he'd look mad at me for holding the knife to his neck but instead he looks amused with the grin on his face. Shit!

Even though I know what's up, I have to ask anyways. "Why are they trying to kill me and why would you try to protect me?" I ask him.

"Simple, you're a witness, one we want alive and one they want dead." He says, "I have orders to take you back with me, Isabella. One way or another."

I'm the witness, I knew this, now someone wants me dead and someone else wants me alive…I'm not safe, not here, not anywhere… My head spins and black spots start to dance across my vision, it's too much, it's all too much.

"I don't know... I can't remember..." I mumble.

"Fuck." The big guy says rushing towards me as cold pitch black swallows me under…again.

A/N; So there's an Epov in this chapter obviously, I felt the need to write it but I don't know if I'll be writing another one any time soon. So how did you feel about it? Let me know and I'll start working on the next chapter soon!