Now for the boring part:

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I am in no way,shape or form associated or affiliated with Stephenie Meyer. She owns everything apart from the plot. (Im The Genious That Came Up With That)

And now that we've cleared up the fact I'm just your average Joe (or Beckky?) shall we continue with the story?

I think we shall...

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A heart cannot be fixed with Sellotape, only Glue will hold

**Chapter Two**

'Cause it makes me that much stronger,

Makes me work a little bit harder,

It makes me that much wiser,

So thanks for making me a fighter,

Made me learn a little bit faster,

Made my skin a little bit thicker,

Makes me that much smarter,

So thanks for making me a fighter.

Fighter - Christina Aguilera

I pulled up at the address given to me by Child Protection for the Cullens, got out of my car and walked up the beautiful steps that lead to the patio, I rang the doorbell only for the door to open, not half a second later with Rose stood in the doorway.

"Hello Bella, would you like to come inside?"

"Hiya Rosalie, I would love to, thank you." She stepped aside and allowed me to step into the threshold.

"What brings you around then?" She said, leading me into their kitchen where everyone was seated at a breakfast bar.

"Well, I just came by to tell you in person that I will be taking on Abigail Elizabeth Robertson's case." Esme stood up and hugged me.

"Oh Bella, that's amazing news thank you ever so much." I thought back to last night as I conducted my reply.

"Oh, it's my pleasure, Esme. Now, as I do not know too much on the background of this case, I'm going to be in the office all week, if you have any queries and I have already phoned my assistant to tell her to cancel all appointments, this case gives me a bad feeling in my gut." Esme nodded and then her and Carlisle left the room.

"Ooh, get Bella, been on the job two years and she has a gut instinct now?" Emmett put in, using a very feminine tone.

"Yes Emmett and right now its telling me you should probably duck." Emmett looked at me blankly before Rosalie smacked him upside the head. Emmett yelped.

"Woman, what have I told you about hitting your man?"

"Emmett? You do realise that, by addressing your wife - someone supposedly your equal in life - Rosalie is entitled to sue you for sexist conduct, dont you?" Emmett's eyes bugged out of his head, whilst Rosalie just smirked.

"What kind of fucked up world is this?" He exclaimed.

"One where men and women are entitled to equal rights?" I retorted. Jasper let out a chuckle.

"I see you've grown a back bone then, Bella. I don't remember you being so forward as a teen." I snorted.

"Yeah, I stopped that shy, innocent, girl-next-door bullshit about a month after you left."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, I had to have my stomach pumped numerous times and always kept a bottle of vodka, a packet of ciggs and a box of jonny's in my bag, at all times."

"Dayum, I am proud to call you my baby sister, Bella." Rosalie smiled.

"Thanks chick you aint too bad yourself. Oh and shug, my bedroom door is always open." I winked at her. Jasper and Emmett's jaw dropped. Rosalie smirked.

"Is that a challenge?"

"No shug, thats an open invite."

"Bella, are trying to tell us humble fella's you've y'know..." Emmett trailed off.

"What that I've fucked a girl? Hell yeah, fucked two girls at the same time aswell."

"Rosie, I'm sorry, but I think I'm in love."

"Ha fucking ha, idiot." Replied Rose. I looked at the time and realised I had to wrap this up ASAP.

"Well I only stopped by for a bit, so I have to get back to work now. Oh and Esme, Rosalie?" They both appeared in front of me. I went to my briefcase and pulled out a manilla envelope. I handed it to Esme.

"Before I forget, I got this first thing this morning, its a court order declaring that one Mr Craig Robertson cannot go anywhere near his child: one Abigail Elizabeth Robertson untill I say so and for the record I aint gonna say so until I know every-fucking-thing about him." Esme smiled and Rosalie looked impressed.

"Thank you, Bella. It makes me feel much better that he wont be able to cause her harm untill we know he is safe, which he isn't."

"Not a problem Esme, now like I said, unlike all of you, I actually have a job that needs attending to." I smiled and hugged them all goodbye. When I got to Jasper he looked at me uncertainly and almost doubtfully, I was having none of that so I pulled him into a huge hug.

"Jasper Whitlock, dont think for a second that just because your mouth was a bit snappier than everyone elses the last time we met I'm gonna fucking ingore you like you got some sort of pestillence!" To prove my point I kissed him on the cheek, the contact sent sparks through me, I shrugged it off as nothing. He pulled back and smiled.

"Thanks darlin'." He drawled in that 'oh-so-sexy-southern' tone of his.

"Damn cowboy, my bedroom door's open to you too if you keep using that accent on me." I winked, he looked taken aback but, laughed in good jest with everyone else.

"See you later, huns!" I said as I got into my car. While driving back to the offices I realised I hadn't told them about the threats and decided, I would keep it that way untill I know what the fucks going on.

Back at my office, I closed and locked all the windows and doors and shut all my blinds, I was about to dip into the worse part of my past and I did not need anyone overhearing, just to be extra cautious I sweeped the room for any of those bugs the boss had installed to keep an eye on his staff and came up clean finally I sat behind my desk unplugged the intercom and unlocked my bottom drawer, which held a manilla envelope full of disposable, untraceable mobile phones. I dialled the number and waited.

"Hello?" Came the rough voice of the man on the other end.

"It's Isobel. I'm calling in your debt." I replied.

"Isobel, hey! It's been a while, how you been hanging?"

"I've been good, Peter. How's Char?"

"Not bad, not bad. You kow us bloodsuckers, how I don't know, but you do..."

"Like I said, it's a need to know thing and you don't need to know." I could just hear him frowning through the phone.

"Alright, alright, I give up...for now anyways. So, what do you need?"

"What do you know about Craig Robertson?" I heard him draw in a deep breath. This is not good...

"Fuck, Isobel, whatever has you involved with him, get out of it NOW!"

"Why?"

"I don't know the specifics but I can give you his real name its Craig Lucchesse."

"Okay, thanks Petey, give my love to Char, I'll talk soon, bye now." I cut the line and crushed the phone beyond recognition. Then, opened my laptop and typed the name in to SCAD (the Special Criminal Activity Database). There was one result so I clicked it. There was a picture of a man I'd seen in Abbi's file and writing to go along with it.

Craig John Lucchesse

Age: 33

Height: 6'4

Weight: 13st 5lb

Arrests and Charges

Possesion of an illegal substance

Possesion of an illegal substance

Possesion of an illegal substance

Armed robbery

Manslaughter

Murder

Questioned in connection to the Italian-American Mafia

The list went on and on and the more I read the more I understood Peter's warning. Oh fuck... I'm in too deep now...

My research wasn't over I needed to check one last thing, I got up and looked through all the old files, I'm sure I'd had it somewhere. Voila.

I brushed off the file and took out the papers. I started reading the pages.

The American Mafia (or simply the Mafia in the United States), also known as Cosa Nostra or La Cosa Nostra, is an Italian-American criminal society and offshoot of the Sicilian Mafia. Much like the Sicilian Mafia, the American Mafia had no formal name and is a secret criminal society. Its members usually refer to it as Cosa Nostra or by its English translation "our thing". Another translation/meaning of the term is "this thing of ours". The press has also coined the name "National Crime Syndicate" to refer to the entirety of U.S. organized crime, including the Mafia.

The Italian-American Mafia emerged in New York's Lower East Side and other areas of the East Coast of the United States during the late 19th century following waves of Sicilian and Italian immigration. It has its roots in the Sicilian Mafia, but has been a separate organization in the United States for many years. Neapolitan, Calabrian, and other Italian criminal groups merged with the Sicilian Mafia to create the modern pan-Italian Mafia in North America. Today, the Italian-American Mafia cooperates in various criminal activities with the Sicilian Mafia and other Italian organized crime groups, such as Camorra and 'Ndrangheta.

The Mafia had eventually expanded to twenty-six crime families nationwide in the major cities of the United States, with the center of organized crime based in New York and its surrounding areas. After many turf wars, the Five Families ended up dominating New York, named after prominent early members: the Bonanno family, the Colombo family, the Gambino family, the Genovese family, and the Lucchese family. These families held underground conferences with other Mafia notables like Joe Porrello from Cleveland, and other gang leaders, such as Al Capone.

Boss — The boss is the head of the family, usually reigning as a dictator, sometimes called the Don or "Godfather".

• Underboss — The underboss, usually appointed by the boss, is the second in command of the family.

• Consigliere — The consigliere is an advisor to the family and sometimes seen as the Boss's "right-hand man". They are used as a mediator of disputes, representatives or aides in meetings with other families.

• Caporegime (or capo) — A caporegime (also captain or skipper) is in charge of a crew; a group of soldiers who report directly to him. Each crew usually contains 10-20 soldiers and many more associates. A capo is appointed by the boss and reports to him or the underboss.

• Soldato (Italian for soldier) — A soldato is a member of the family, and traditionally can only be of Italian background (although today many families require men to be of only half Italian descent on their father's side). Once a member is made he is untouchable, meaning a sitdown involving the soldier's capo and boss must be held before he is murdered.

• Associate — An associate is not a member of the mob, and an associate's role is similar to that of an errand boy. They are usually a go-between or sometimes deal in drugs to keep the heat off the actual members, or they are people the family does business with (restaurant owners, etc.)

Oh, bugger, why cant I just keep myself to my-fucking-self.

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