Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyers owns all things twilight. I'm just twisting her creation for my own amusement.

Hello Readers! …..heeelllllllooooo... Well anyway to those who might have wound up here on purpose or on accident its good to see you.

This chapter is a bit longer than the last one and has some more action going down. This is my favorite chapter yet I hope y'all agree. Oh and I know I said this was going to be mainly EPOV but I am thinking that Bella might have something to say. I'm not really sure though so if you want an BPOV you've got to let me know. I'm to indecisive for this lol ;) . Well please enjoy the show!

EPOV-

My flight had left at 1:00 in the afternoon without delay, and it was smooth sailing all the way to phoenix. The flight only took about two and a half hours, but I didn't manage to get out of the airport till almost 5:00. I was held up by security as I was coming through. Sometimes it was a pain in the ass being involved with criminals in a working sense. Eventual people knew who you were even if they couldn't actually arrest you for shit, and then every trip through any kind of security was always a fucking hassle. It's like they thought I would be conveniently smuggling drugs or a gun or something, and they would be the heroes of the day when the busted my ass. Yeah, Not likely. That's why I preferred the private jet.

After I finally got through I easily spotted my ride. Carlisle had sent his main man in phoenix to pick me up. The guys name was Felix, he had been working for my father for four years and had really proved himself within the "family". He stood out in the crowded airport, he was a fucking giant. I found myself wondering how he would measure up to Emmett. My brother could put the biggest, scariest professional wrestlers to shame, but this guy could have given him a real challenge. Felix was on the high side six feet tall I only came up to his shoulders and I was 6' 3''. He and I made our way outside to his car, neither of us had much to say.

I didn't particularly like Felix, he never seemed to be trust worthy or respectful enough to me. But Carlisle vouched for him so I couldn't say much. If Carlisle trusted this fucker with everything going into or coming out of phoenix and most of the rest of Arizona and some of our interests in California, who was I to argue.

He drove us down to the hotel I was going to be staying at for the duration of my stay. As we pulled up I looked at him skeptically. It wasn't like I needed to stop off to unpack, I had thought we were going to be going directly to meet the man that I had traveled hundreds of miles to find. It seems I was mistaken.

"While kicking back for a while sounds fucking awesome I would rather get work out of the way first," I said sarcastically not getting out of the car.

"That's not going to happen boss," Felix drawled. I almost back handed the son of a bitch for daring to contradict me with such a disrespectful tone, but I controlled myself. Barely.

"Why the fuck not?" I asked in irritation. I've never had the most patience and I was quickly running out.

"This guy has been under the radar for the last few days. I've got some guys trying to flush him out, but it might be a day or two," he shrugged dismissively. I was hit the fucking roof.

Carlisle had rushed my ass out the door acting as though even the smallest delay would be a fucking problem and here I couldn't even find the son-of-a-bitch till God only knew when. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"You have two days," I said my voice dripping with venom, "if you haven't found the fucker by then I'll find someone else that knows how to do a job right."

I grabbed my overnight bag and climbed out of the car slamming the door behind me. I walk into the hotel not looking back. I quickly checked in at the front desk. I was so frustrated by the delay that I barely even noticed the receptionist's breast as she shamelessly leaned forward to hand me the key card to my suite giving me an excellent view.

"Let me know if there is anything I can do to make your stay with us more enjoyable Mr. Cullen," the busty blond receptionist said suggestively across the counter as she placed the card in my hand.

I smirked at her taking the card, letting my hand linger over her's for a second longer than necessary. Maybe I could have some fun on this trip after all.

I made my way up to the suite Carlisle had booked for me. Entering the suite I did a quick walk through, checking the closets and shit to make sure it was clear. After I was sure it was safe I tossed my bag onto the couch that was sitting in front of the 60'' flat screen TV. I surveyed the place again for a second, stopping when I found what I was looking for. I slipped over to the mini bar pulling out beer, I popped the top off it and made my way over to sink down onto the dark leather couch. I turned the TV on and flipped through a few channels for a minute before I clicked the television off with a sigh. Over a thousand fucking channels and nothing worth watching. Not even the wide selection of on demand porn was tempting. I would rather call that hot blonde down in the lobby to entertain me. It was more fun to play than to watch anyway, and I hadn't had to resort to porn since I had hit puberty.

I hung around for a few hours not doing much, bored out of my mind. I didn't even have a piano in my room. I'm pretty sure that was Carlisle's way of paying me back for making him wait. Actually the more I thought about it the more this whole trip made sense. Obviously these forgeries were good, and we needed to find the man responsible, but I was willing to bet that when Carlisle got pissed at me for running late the plans changed. Most likely I would have been waiting at home doing whatever I felt like for the next few days keeping close to home. I would have been waiting for the call to come in telling me they had found the sorry fuck and that it was time for me to go look into things. But I slept in and made him wait and now I found myself in a boring ass, half stocked, piss poor excuse of a suite with nothing to do but wait for Felix and his douche bag lackey to run this guy to ground.

I rolled my eyes sighing at the ridiculousness of it all. I could have been test driving Jasper's new Harley, shooting my favorite guns out at the range with Emmett, or even working with some of my people on the drug shipment coming through in a few weeks. Sometimes I think my father just got a laugh out of finding the most obscure ways to punish me. I think he loved to find punishments that I couldn't go bitching to mom about. My mother could be a scary bitch if she thought you were fucking with one of her "babies." Esme was a really sweet lady till you fucked with her family, then all bets were off. I had seen her pull a gun on one of my dad's main suppliers once for back handing Jasper during one of dad's business deals. Those fuckers watched themselves around her after that, and for good reason. We all new she would have pulled the fucking trigger if the bastard hadn't hightailed it out of there like his ass was on fire.

Those were some good times.

I kicked back at the hotel for a good portion of the day. I spent a few hours making phone calls and trying to get some work done. After I had done all I could on the phone, I laid around bored out of my mind. I thought about going out, maybe to a bar or club, but I was technically working. I wouldn't be able to do anything that might impair me until after I had found the guy I was after. I need to be ready to go for whenever Felix finally came through.

I think I fell asleep somewhere around 11:30, the last thing I remembered was watching a episode of some crime show on TV. I woke up to my phone playing "Bad to the bone", I looked at my phone in confusion wondering if it was possessed and where I would find a priest to exorcise a demon from my phone at 3:38 in the morning, when I saw who it was that was calling.

"Emmett you asshole," I swore into the receiver, "Stop fucking around with my ring-tones you bastard."

"I wouldn't have to if you gave me a ring-tone that suited my awesome self," Emmett replied smugly laughing loudly.

"What the fuck ever," I said rolling my eyes, "why are you calling me so early for? Some people like to sleep you bastard."

"What, isn't it almost 1:00 in the afternoon there or some shit?" Emmett asked in confusion.

"Where the fuck do you think I am?" I asked incredulously "I only went to phoenix I'm in the same time zone."

"Really?" Emmett asked, "Jasper and I assumed you were going to stay at your place in London for a while. You know, to get away from things for a while. You've been moodier than a PMSing bipolar swimsuit model for the last few weeks."

"Fuck you," I barked into the phone, "I'm here on business for Carlisle."

"Aww man you get have all the fun," Emmett complained, "Are you going to take someone out or just break a few bones?"

"Sometimes I wonder about you," I mused, "Neither one, I'm here to make an offer of employment. Didn't dad tell you guys about the new potential talent he's found?"

"No, who's the new recruit?" Emmett asked with mild interest.

"I don't know the guy," I replied my annoyance clear in my voice, "When I got here Felix hadn't tracked him down yet, so I'm stuck waiting."

"Wow sucks for you," Emmett laughed, "Ok so you don't know this guy, what can he do that got dad to ship your ass to Arizona? It has to be good since he sent you instead of just making someone down there deal with it."

"Well if you want a job done right," I said darkly, "But yeah it's worth it. The guy down here is a genius with forging documentation. Carlisle showed me a passport this guy made, and I swear it looked like the real thing. Carlisle said that this guy has a reputation of making flawless forgeries even down to material types and all that extra shit that's supposed to making forgeries more difficult to make these days. While I was making some calls earlier I talked to some of our people down here to see what was being said, some of our guys even insist that this guy has been involved in counterfeit money that's been hitting the market undetected by the feds."

Emmett let out a low whistle at that information, "Damn that is someone worth getting in with. What will happen if the guy doesn't agree to work for us?"

I grinned, sometimes Emmett could be more perceptive than we gave him credit for, "Then I break some bones to convince him. Failing that, I'll take him out. Someone with that much skill would be to dangerous to leave floating around if they aren't working for us."

"I knew it, you get to have all the fun," Emmett pouted, "whatever. Bring me back a souvenir."

The line went dead before I could respond. I looked at my phone for a minute before I chucked it off to the side. I rolled off the couch and padded into the bedroom to throw myself onto the feather soft, king sized mattress to get a few more hours sleep.

I wasn't sure what time it was when I next woke up, at first I couldn't remember where I was or why I was sleeping alone since I wasn't in my bedroom at home. After a second though it all came back to me, I stretched out for a second before I rolled out of bed. After a shower and three cups of coffee I was beginning to feel a little more human. I was just contemplating how I would spend my day, and about how all of my options were rather lackluster when my phone began buzzing playing another random song that Emmett had set on my phone, Minority by green day. I glowered at my phone for a minute trying to decide if I should torture Emmett to death or because he was my brother go execution style and just shoot his ass. Shrugging indifferently I answered my phone.

"Tell me you have good news unless you want to start loosing limbs," I snarled into the phone.

"It's all good boss," Felix answered smoothly. I could feel my blood pressure rising as I listened to the obnoxious bastard. "I found him, he is operating out of an apartment about ten minutes from the hotel. Do you want me to pick him up?"

I thought about it for a second. It would have been very easy to just let Felix do the only thing he was really good at and go deal with the tedious part of the whole thing. But I dismissed that idea shaking my head, Felix would probably fuck this thing up and then the guy would get away. If he got away and disappeared I would be seriously fucked. I shuddered at the thought of what Carlisle would do if I came back empty handed.

"No," I answered firmly, "I want to see to this myself."

I pulled my shoes on and ran out the door in a hurry to have this settled. I took the elevator down to the lobby and swiftly marched my way out the door and down to where Felix sat in his car by the curb. The fucker had been smart enough to be there when I got down. I was almost disappointed. I was hoping to have something, anything really, to take back to Carlisle as a reason why we should get rid of the smarmy ass bastard.

I calmly walked around to the driver's side door and wrenched the door open.

"I'm driving," I said coolly watching as his face flickered between anger, annoyance, and skepticism.

"Whatever you say," He said getting out of the car slowly. "But it would be easier for me to drive since I know where we're going."

"What's the address," I asked, my tone daring him to argue with me.

He gave me the address glowering angrily. I slid into the car without another word. I waited till he had almost reached the passenger door before I took off. I flew down the parking lot and pulled out onto the road turning left, horns blared as I pulled out cutting off a string of traffic. I laughed as I saw the man in the lead car flipped me off while shouting obscenities at me in my review mirror. I drove down the road navigating my way to the street Felix had mentioned. I continued laughing as I thought back on Felix's face as I had pulled away. That was fucking priceless. I guess the fucker didn't know that I had spent a year and a half running the streets down here before he got hired by Carlisle. It had been about five years ago, I had been staying with some of my dad colleagues at the time. It had been during my rebellious phase. I knew this town almost as well as I knew Seattle.

I easily found the address I was looking for. It was a rundown, piss poor excuse for an apartment complex. Looking at the state of this I was beginning to wonder about this person I was trying to find. If this guy was as good as he seemed he had to be making good money, and surely he could afford to live somewhere that didn't looked like a giant roach motel. It occurred to me then that maybe this guy was an addict or some shit. If that was the case it would make my job easier drug addicts were easy I could use his vice against him. I grinned evilly at the thought. If only I could be so lucky.

I walked up the overgrown walkway and slipped into the building. I glanced around checking for security cameras or some shit, but like I expected there was nothing not even a fucking security light anywhere. I locate the apartment within moments. I decided to approach this delicately, so I knock on the door rather than just busting my way in like I wanted to.

I waited for a minute listen to shuffling on the other side of the door.

"Who is it?" I heard a voice demand from the other side of the door.

"A potential client," I answered dangerously, "Now open this fucking door so that we can talk."

I waited for what seemed like forever. Just as I was beginning to wonder if the son of bitch had decided to run, I heard the click of the lock being undone. The door swung open just wide enough for me to slip through. The man on the other side of door was a few inches shorter than myself and I found myself looking down at him. He had dirty blond hair that was bedraggled and looked in need of a washing, and his blood shot blue eyes darted wildly around the room. The guy gestured me over to a small table that was set up in what I assumed was the living/dinning area of this glorified rat box.

"The names Mike," He said holding out his hand for me to shake.

I looked at his hand and back at him my eyebrows raised in disdain. He shrugged dismissively, apparently that was a common reaction here.

"So what do you need, and when do you need it," Mike asked lowering his arm back to the table top.

I pulled out the papers that Carlisle had sent with me. I had to make sure this guy was the real deal.

"I need this signature on these documents," I said laying the photo copy of Carlisle's signature onto the table and pointing to the papers I had set down.

"I can have it done in two days," the man said eying the pages as though they would spontaneously ignite.

"I want it done now," I said my voice cold and uncompromising, "I want to see you do it with my own eyes."

"Can't get it done today man." he said his eyes flickering nervously between me and the papers I had laid out.

I thought about trying to convince him by laying out some cash, but something felt wrong. I opted to be a little more direct. I pulled my gun and pointed it straight between his eyes.

"Do it or I end you. Your choice." I stated indifferently my eyes trained on his.

His face went white and his hands started to shake. I wouldn't be surprised if he fucking pissed himself as he stared down the barrel of my gun. I saw the look suddenly change in his eyes as he made his choice. I smirked at him waiting for him to do what I had told him to.

"I can't do it," he said nervously. My grin faded instantly into a scowl. I cocked my gun, but just before I pulled the trigger he threw his hands up in front of him and started talking fast.

"I can't do it. I'm not the one who does all this shit man. I just pass it on. I'm the middle man. I don't know shit about forging signature or any of this shit." he was hyperventilating as he spoke.

I was seeing red. This wasn't even the fucker we needed. Felix's ass was so mine after this. I started to just go ahead and shoot this motherfucker, but seeing my anger he started talking rapidly again.

"One phone call," he gasped out not daring to move, his hands still up by his head, "Let me make one phone call and I'll get my partner in to you."

I thought about it for a second. This bastard wasn't lying. I could tell he didn't have the balls for that, but I wasn't sure if I trust him not to call the cops. However I knew I wasn't going back to Carlisle without the man behind the forgeries or at least news of his untimely death. I eyed him thoughtfully for a full minute before nodding slowly.

"Make your phone call," I said my eyes boring into his, "but one wrong word and I blow the top off your skull."

He reached into his pants pocket slowly and inched out a small silver cell phone. He dialed a number quickly and jammed the phone against his ear. He was sweating and trembling but when he began talking his voice wasn't terrified like I expected. He sounded pissed.

"Hey," He said into the phone his tone surprised me slightly but I didn't interrupt, "I just had a client come by... The kid from the other day... Yeah the one that need the license... Yeah that one... Well he just came by again. You fucked up... I don't know but he said he was thrown out of a bar with the piece of shit you made him. This is bad for business we won't get more clients if your making shit that won't even pass in a fucking bar... I don't know what's wrong with it, but you fucked it up somehow. I had to refund him so I'm gonna need that money back... Yeah I have it. The shithead left it here since it wasn't doing him any good... If you don't believe me then come look at it for yourself. Even I wouldn't accept this shit. You had to have been high as shit to have fucked it up this badly... Fine I'll see you when you get here, and you better have my money."

With that he flipped the phone closed and set it on the table. His eyes were still darting about nervously, but he had calmed down slightly and the color was returning to his face.

"My partner will be here in just a minute." He said looking at the table.

I could tell he felt ashamed for selling his partner out, but he would live for a little longer because of it. I guess I couldn't expect much more from street trash like him, criminals at his level didn't have any sense of honor. I sat back, my gun sitting on the table within reach. I wasn't worried about the fucker trying to make a grab for it. I could see it in his eyes, he was to fucking scared of me to try any shit. I guess he wasn't completely brain-dead.

His head snapped up at the sound of a car pulling in, the engine was loud and sounded like it was on its last leg. I could tell by his expression that this was the person we were waiting for. I stood up grabbing my gun and moving to a corner so that I could keep my eyes on Mike and the door at the same time. The door flew open as Mike's partner slammed it open in obvious outrage.

"I don't know what that pussy ass little fuck told you but that license was perfect," she shouted her voice flowing into the room like running water.

I stared in shock at the five foot nothing, one hundred and ten pound, spitfire brunette that was glowering at Mike with deadly intent. She was covered in piercing and tattoos and despite her size she looked ready to fuck someone up. Suddenly her eyes flashed up to mine and understanding dawned across her features.

"Fuck," she gasped her eyes sweeping down to the gun in my hands.

"This is Bella. Bella Swan, she's the one your looking for," Mike announced keeping his eyes trained on the table, avoiding the burning gaze of the girl he had just thrown to the wolves.

*peeks out from under the bed* soooooooo what do you think? I know it's a bit of a cliffie but that just makes it more fun XD . So I'm dying to know did anyone see that coming. I felt like I was I was making it really obvious so was anyone surprised? I begging here (from under my bed where I'm hiding from Bella, I think she wants to kick my ass for setting her up... oh dear...) send me a review and let me know if you love it and want more, or hate it and want to help Bella kick my ass for writing it.

Oh and after the end of this chapter do we need a BPOV? I'm not sure if Bella can talk civilly to me right now but if you want it I can get a kevlar vest and take the risk. So let me know what you want!

I'm hoping to update soon, I'm going to try to keep them coming out once a week or more. Especial till college starts and life gets crazy again. Even then I'm going to fight to get one chapter a week out.

See everyone soon...(crawls back into hiding)