All things twilight are Stephenie Meyer's I'm just kicking the sand around in her sandbox, but everything else is a product of my own twisted mind.

HELLO READERS!

So I hope you liked what you saw in the last chapter/prolog. I'm going to start off by saying this is rated M for a reason. Plan on lots of violence, swearing (Edward and I both use the word fuck a little bit too much..), and possibly(definitely) some lemons as this story goes on. So if you can't vote, smoke, or buy lottery tickets please click the x in the upper right corner... and if you choose to read it anyway I would just rather not know.

Also, I wanted to stress this now before I start getting people that don't like how I've twisted these characters and their world, this is going to be an AH AU and VERY VERY OOC. Probably canon couples in the long term, but I can't promise it for the whole way through. Edward is not sweet and sensitive he is a scary semi psychotic motherfucker, Bella is not going to be a frail flower that wilts when when danger comes calling I like a bad ass Bella better. If you don't like the way I made them don't read it. I love constructive criticism but if your going to leave me reviews about how "not twilightish enough" my characters are please just don't. If you think my writing style is bad or I have grammar/spelling errors that make you want to punch me in the face PLEASE let me know. Otherwise I hope you enjoy the show. ;)

Six months earlier:

EPOV -

Fuck. My. Life.

I groaned glancing at the clock next to the bed, it was fucking 10:00 in the morning. Like hell I was getting my ass out of bed till noon. I burrowed deeper under the covers as the pounding in my head synchronized with the asshole trying to beat down my fucking door.

"Get your ass up," Emmett bellowed loudly making me cringe in pain even though I loved my brother I could have joyfully kicked his ass for the racket he was making outside my door.

"Fuck off" I called back refusing to move from my bed. I felt like shit, complete shit, after the festivities yesterday. I'm not sure what all I had done the night before but after a bottle of Jagger, god knows how much vodka, and a line or two of coke, I didn't remember a damn thing. I think I might have gotten a blow job from some bitch that had been eying me at the party, but everything was to blurry for me to know if it had actually happened or not. At least I didn't wake up with the bitch in my bed, no woman ever made it back to my rooms. It was one of the rules I lived by.

"Fuck you," Emmett replied his voice ratcheting up the pain in my head. He was enjoying this I could tell, "Carlisle sent me up to get your happy ass. He has some business he needs you to take care of. He's been waiting all fucking morning for you. He says he told you yesterday to be up early and ready to go. He's getting pissed."

I flew out of the bed like it was on fire. There wasn't a lot of things I was afraid of, but an angry Carlisle was fucking terrifying.

"I'll be down in a minute," I shouted through the door as I dug through my closet pulling out some jeans, a black button down shirt, and my favorite steel toed boots. Apparently Emmett decided he had done his job to its fullest, because he stopped beating on my door and stomped off down the stairs without another word.

I pulled on my clothes hastily and hurried into my bathroom to check the damage from the night before. It could have been worse, I ran my hands through my jacked up hair, trying to tame it down some, but the shit just went all over the place again making me looked like I had just fucked half the girls in Seattle. I sighed dismissing it as a lost cause, it didn't matter what I did to it, my hair had a mind of its own. I had dark circles running under blood shot eyes and I looked like shit warmed over, but at least I didn't have any new tattoos or some shit this time.

I rushed out of my bedroom and down the long spiral staircase, wondering not for the first time why we didn't have a goddamn elevator in a house this big. I practically flew down the long winding staircase and through the hallway, throwing myself around the corner and coming to a complete halt in front of my father's office.

I took a deep breath to steady myself before I knocked. I knew Carlisle was probably about ready to kick my ass for making him wait. Don't get me wrong, Carlisle was a loving father and a good man, but he had expectations of everyone around him, and we knew not to disappoint him. I knocked firmly against the solid oak doors.

"Come in," Carlisle called his voice calm and unaffected. I didn't buy that shit for a second.

I opened the door and slipped inside making sure the door shut firmly behind me before walking across the off white carpet up to the edge of his desk. I didn't say a word as I watched him shuffle through a stack of papers distractedly, he didn't even glance in my direction. Although he didn't say a word about having to send my brother Emmett to fetch me, I could see the irritation in his smooth movements.

"I have something I need you to look into," Carlisle said without preamble. I felt my eyebrows raise in surprise as he continued on. Whatever he had going on was important shit if he wasn't even going to take a minute to rake my ass across the coals. He reached down into one of the drawers of his desk pulling out a passport and tossed it to me across the desk. I caught it easily. I looked over it with mild curiosity. I didn't know the man in the picture, I was sure I had never seen him before in my life. I looked at Carlisle questioningly, he was watching my face carefully judging my reactions very carefully.

"Who is this guy," I asked tossing the passport onto the desk between us.

Carlisle smiled cryptically, "That guy isn't important. It's that passport itself that I wanted you to look at. It's a fake."

My eyebrows snapped into a hard line and I felt my eyes narrow. Snatching the passport back off the desk I looked over it for any kind of indication that it was a forgery. The thing looked real enough to me, I could normally spot a fake faster than even Carlisle, but fuck me if this didn't look like the real thing.

"Are you sure?" I asked hesitantly. Normally I would never contradict my father, but this just couldn't be a forgery. I had seen professionally done forgeries that didn't look as genuine as this one did. I looked at Carlisle worriedly as the words left my mouth, but he only smirked at my disbelieving tone.

"That was what I said when my man from Phoenix sent it to me." Carlisle replied. I let out the breath I was holding when it was clear he wasn't offended by my reaction.

"My informant has been looking into this for a while. He didn't tell me about it until he was sure it was worth our time." Carlisle told me smoothly, "He told me that the guy that makes these is one of the best he's every seen. The guy does licenses, passports, paintings, signatures for legal documents and just about anything you could imagine. Everything with the same kind of precision."

My expression was a mix of disbelief and amazement.

"It sounds like this fucker can do it all," I said thoughtfully.

"Exactly my thoughts," Carlisle responded his facing becoming more serious, "Someone with this much skill could be a great asset to us."

"Or they could be very inconvenient if they're working for the wrong people," I stated nodding my head as I saw where he was going with this. "So you want me to track down this counterfeiter and convince him he needs a better, more stable employer."

"Or kill him," Carlisle shrugged indifferently, "the quality of work is exceptional, but if this person doesn't work for us I don't want them to have the chance of helping the competition."

We quickly worked out the details of my task. I would be traveling to Arizona and Carlisle's informant would take me to find this guy. All in all I didn't think it should be a long or difficult trip. My eyes fell onto the passport one more time before I excused myself to go pack up so that I could leave as soon as Carlisle had my flight scheduled, I still couldn't believe the thing was real. I wondered if maybe this was an ex-fed or something, to have created something so perfect. This guy had to have been doing this for years.

I quickly packed a couple changes of clothes before I headed down stairs to grab something to eat before I set out. Then I made my way down the stairs again and went to the left at the bottom of the stairs rounding the corner into the spacious kitchen that my mother Esme had designed a few years back. My mother was sitting at the table with a mug of tea reading a magazine. She looked up smiling as I walked over to the fridge to forage for food.

"You and your brothers got in pretty late last night," Esme said trying to hide a smile, "How are you feeling this morning?"

I looked over the door of the refrigerator at her sardonically. "I feel amazing," I replied dryly returning to my hunt for something to eat. I had been trying to ignore my hangover, and had been managing fairly well until my mother reminded me of it. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and turned away looking for something to help with the pounding in my head.

My mother laughed quietly as I downed five of the pain pills in one go. I glared at her over my water bottle, but quickly felt the my expression melt into a smile. She always had that effect on me, her happiness was contagious. I dug out a pack of pop-tarts out of the cabinet and sat down at the table eating them without cooking them and talking with my mother about her plans for the day. She regaled me with all her plans for her garden in the back of the house, I absentmindedly nodded along as she talked about the plants she was planning on getting this year.

"And then I'm going to dig a mote around the house and fill it with piranha and crocodiles. I might even get a draw bridge," My mother said sipping her tea calmly.

"Huh? What?" I said my head snapping her direction my face showing my confusion. She almost fell out of her chair she was laughing so hard.

"I knew you weren't listening," she laughed loudly before her face became more serious, "You seem very focused today, what's going on?"

I sighed deeply. My mother always knew when something was up. She hated it when Carlisle sent one of us off on business. At least this wasn't a drug run or something where I would probably get shot at.

"Nothing serious," I responded as I finished my meager breakfast and stood up from the table. "Carlisle just wants me to check into some promising material coming out of Arizona. I'll be back within a week I'm sure. I just have to go talk to some guy. You know, connections and all that. It's not a big deal really."

She nodded in understanding, but her smile faded to a look of mild concern. I quickly exited the room, not wanting to wait for her to reply. My mother didn't generally approve of my brothers and I being involve with our fathers "business" but she generally made a point of not openly commenting on our work.

I passed through the living room on my way to the stairs. Emmett and Rosalie were laying together on the couch. While Jasper sat in a chair across the room, they were watching some action movie. Only Jasper looked up as I walked through.

"Are you leaving soon?" Jasper asked with one eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Yeah, I'll be out of here within the hour." I replied, "Are you going out on another date tonight."

The last part I said leering evilly at my brother my voice full of innuendo. Jasper had met a girl at a diner a few weeks ago, and they had been seeing each other almost everyday since they met. Jasper had refused to let us meet his new girl. However, he was completely pussy whipped, and he was getting to be almost as bad as Emmett so I knew it would only be a matter of time before he brought he around to meet the family and get Carlisle's approval.

"Quit being an asshole," Rosalie snapped from her position on the couch. "At least Jasper has the balls to actual date a girl rather than just fucking every slut that walks their way."

"What the fuck every Rosalie," I growled turning to make my way up the stairs I didn't have time to argue with the bitch. Rose and I had an odd relationship. She had always been a major bitch to me from the moment when Emmett brought her home a few years ago. I had been an asshole to her from the start too, but I was honestly fond of her and I knew it was mutual. We both cared about my brother, and the rest was just us bullshitting.

I went up the stairs and gathered my bags and then made my way down the stairs. I stopped in briefly at my father's office on the second floor. He gave me my flight information and then turned dismissively back to his work. I made my way to the garage hurriedly. I was going to have to drive faster then usual to make it in time for my flight. I tossed my bags into the passenger seat of my Austin Martin before sliding into the car. I carefully backed out of the garage, wary of scratching one of my other beauties, and then shot off onto the road flying with the gas pedal pressed to the floor.

I made it to the airport in record time and easily made it in time for my flight. I didn't know why I didn't just take the private jet, but sometimes I think Carlisle was afraid he would spoil us if he let us flaunt our money to often. I leaned back in my first class seat and closed my eyes determined to finish this job as quickly as possible.

And there you have it! Chapter 1.

I know there isn't a lot going on yet, but once it's all set up its going to really start rolling. I think Edward will get to meet Bella in the next few chapters, which I can't wait to happen. I think sparks and maybe some sharp objects will going flying. It should be fun muhaha.

Any theories on how that's going to go? I would love to hear what your thinking.

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