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Alright, well this is kinda a short chapter. Sorry 'bout that. I was planning on getting farther but real life reared its ugly head and I was delayed. The next one will be longer I promise, and despite its sad length its still fun muhahahaha... Again I wanted to say this is rated M for a reason. If ugly language and violence upset you then please don't read. I haven't gotten to graphic yet, but it is coming just warning you.

Oh and I decided to stay in EPOV, no one said they wanted to hear from Bella, and she doesn't seem ready to share much yet. She has a lot going on right now. I hope you enjoy and have a great day! Thanks for reading!

EPOV-

"You fucking rat faced son-of-a-bitch," Bella snarled her eyes darting away from the gun in my hand to Mike sitting at the rickety table.

I almost laughed as the man sat there white faced, almost looking more scared than when I had shoved my gun in between his eyes only a few minutes ago. I couldn't blame him entirely though. If looks could kill he would ten feet under, as of last week. She didn't even look at me again as she threw her accusations at him. I had to admire her. She didn't seemed scared, despite the situation she had just walked into, she just looked unbelievably pissed. While she was occupied in sending a killer glare towards the waste of air sitting to the side I took the opportunity to size her up. She was just short of average height and slender to the point of looking to thin, like she hadn't had a decent meal in a long time. She had long dark brown hair that was pulled back in a severe looking braid, it looked like her hair was pulled tight enough from her scalp to hurt. Her brown eyes seemed to take up half her face and the rage in them was astounding.

My eyes panned across her features thoughtfully, she was covered in tattoos and piercings. She had a green industrial bar in her left ear, two silver hoops in the cartilage in her right ear, a curved bar through her left eye brow, an anti eyebrow piercing under her right eye, and snake bites. There was a weirdly interesting symmetry to the metal she had, like she had tried to balance it out just so or some shit. I ran my eyes down her arms to the most visible of her tattoos. She had manacles tattooed around her wrists with chains trailing up almost to her elbow where they ended with broken chain links on her inner arms. I could see the edges of more tattoos peeking out from the edges of her clothing, but the ones on her arms were the only ones I could see much of. They were artfully done, and I almost wanted to ask her for the name of her tattoo artist.

"I just need you to do a job for me," I said loudly cutting off her rage fueled rant, "It shouldn't take long for someone of you skill."

I decided not to bring up her working for us yet, I figured it would only serve to make her less cooperative. Her eyes cut back to me her look becoming speculative.

"What kinda job?" she shot back defensively.

"I need a signature forged," I told her motioning to the papers on the table.

She moved cautiously to the table, not taking her eyes off me. She reached down picking up the papers I wanted signed, she quickly flipped through the small stack of forms. I didn't think she was reading them from the speed she went flipping through, but her speedy perusal seemed to bring her to some sort of conclusion. She tossed the papers back down and cut her eyes back up at me.

"This is gonna cost you a pretty penny," she said her voice flat.

"What?" I asked in disbelief. I had never seen someone being held at gun point concerned with how much they were going to be paid, it showed me even further how little fear she felt.

"I don't do anyone or anything for free." She snapped harshly, "These papers would be serious blackmail since they would be solid proof of dealing in illegal gun transport. And even I've heard of Carlisle Cullen, he's a dangerous man to be fucking with. If you want his signature on these papers your gonna have to pay my normal fees plus hazard pay."

My eyebrows shot up in shock. She had only glanced at the pages for a second, not long enough to have actual read anything normally. In addition, although she was right about what the document contained I knew it wasn't spelled out in simple terms. It was only after close examination that it became clear, in a vague sort of way, what the papers were referring to. The documents were enough proof to justify a major investigation into Carlisle's affairs. She was right those were dangerous papers and Carlisle had had people killed for less.

"How much?" I asked indifferently.

"A hundred thousand. Up front. In cash," she replied instantly without blinking. Mike almost fell out of his chair at her answer.

I stared at her with blank eyes for a couple of minutes waiting for her to fidget or look down or anything to show she wasn't as sure of herself as she let on. Her eyes stayed steady on mine and she didn't move an inch. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a cell phone. I hated to call the mother fucker, but I didn't carry that kind of cash with me while on business like this.

"Bring me a hundred thousand in cash down to the apartments," I said without preamble into the phone.

"Yes sir," Felix replied hanging up instantly. I smiled, the bastard was smart enough to know when not to fuck with me.

I motioned Bella to one of the chairs with my free hand and moved to sit across the table from her. She sat reluctantly keeping her eyes on mine. She had dark brown eyes with flecks of gold running through them. She would have been very pretty if she weren't so damn skinny, and if she smiled a little. I shook my head at that thought, seriously she looked like she hadn't had a decent meal in months. It was the same as with this shit hole apartment, she had to make enough money to do better than this. She didn't look like a drug addict, she was obviously sober and she didn't have any of the main signs of substance abuse. Her eyes weren't blood shot, her hair and teeth looked healthy, and although I could tell she wasn't on anything right then she didn't have any tremors or anything other symptoms of withdraw. She was completely in the moment, her moods seemed stable, and she wasn't spaced out at all. She just looked like all the broke people going through hard times these days. Her jeans were ratty and torn, not in a fashionable way, just like they had been worn for to long and should have been ditched months ago, her shirt wasn't much better, and her shoes looked like they were falling apart.

Considering the fee she was asking for, even if it was well over her usual rates, she should have been able to at least afford nicer clothes, and plenty of food. I found myself wanting to know how she got to where she was now. It only took a few minutes before there was a knock on the door. I got up slowly watching Bella closely. Mike was a punk ass bitch that would piss himself at the thought of trying something, but this girl with her hard eyes would go for it in an instant if I wasn't careful. I didn't feel like getting shot by my own gun today, plus how in the hell would I explain something like that to Carlisle. That thought made me smile slightly though, mom would kick his ass if something happened to me while I was out doing a job for him.

I eased the door open a few inches and took the stack of bills that Felix held out to me, he knew to leave after I had the money. After I closed the door I thumbed through the bills, it was a stack of a hundred thousand dollar bills just like I needed. I walked back to the table and sat down back across from Bella, I nonchalantly tossed the money onto the table. Mike stared hard at the money on the table as though it might fly away, but Bella stayed unwaveringly unimpressed. She snatched the money up flipping through the bills like I had counting carefully. After she was sure she had the right amount she laid the bills back on the table. She then pulls the contract on the table over to her and leaned back to grab a pen off the counter behind her. I waited for her to look at the photo, scrutinizing it to see all the nuances of my father's signature. I waited for her to grab some paper to practice on to perfect the foreign hand writing. I expected everything, except what she actually did. Without a second glance at the photocopy signature, she scrawled Carlisle's signature across the page perfectly like she had been signing that name in that style her entire life, as though it were her own name and her own handwriting. I felt my jaw drop as she pushed the papers at me, snatched the money up and stood to leave all in an one motion.

"What about my cut," Mike whined as she moves towards the door. I'm amazed at his gall, and I was wondering if he just found some cash induced bravery or if he really was just that stupid. Bella cut her eyes dangerously her cheeks turning red as her anger escalated.

"Consider yourself lucky I'm not going to cut your ass for this shit," She spat at him, "You can also consider this working arraignment over. Your a piss poor front man. And I'm not putting up with anymore of your shit."

Before she could head for the door again I raised my gun leveling it at her.

"I'm afraid I'm not done with you," I said softly being careful to sound non threatening despite the gun pointed at her. "I have some things I need to discuss with you."

"I hope your willing to lose more money then," She answers shifting lightly on her feet.

All I could do was laugh after she said it, this girl was going to be fun to work with I could tell.

"It will be more than worth your time," I assured her after I managed to stifle my laughter. "I would like to go somewhere we can speak more privately."

I stood up and gestured towards the door with the gun still in my right hand.

"I don't get a say in this do I," Bella asked in irritation.

I smirked at her, not saying anything. She huffed slightly but moved towards the door without a fuss, making no move to run.

"You go with him your dead," Mike called out behind her, irritating the fuck out of me.

Bella looked over her shoulder her expression bored, "Then I guess I'm still gonna live longer than you Mike."

Mike's eyes shot to me as Bella stepped outside the door, his face was completely white again. I raised my gun and fired two shots into his skull and then turned and followed her out of the door. She was waiting impatiently just outside the door, her foot was tapping a staccato rhythm on the concrete.

I walked past her towards my car knowing she would follow me. We slid into the car without a word, and she just stared out of the passenger side window as I started the car and drove away from the apartment. It was a quiet ride back to the hotel. Bella didn't say a word. She didn't ask where we were going. She didn't chatter nervously to alleviate the awkward silence. She just sat there watching the world go by through the window. Her silence was beginning to get to me, I had never seen someone so calm and disinterested in a situation like this. It was disconcerting to say the least. We pulled up in front of the hotel a few minutes later. She looked up at the towering structure, but still didn't comment. I got out of my car, tossed the keys to the valet on the sidewalk, and headed inside to the elevators to go to my suite. She followed me silently like my own personal shadow.

Hope you liked it! Thank you if you have read through to here. I hope you'll continue on with me and see how far these two can really go.

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