Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

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B/N: WARNING: There is going to be graphic violence, swearing, sexual acts/scenes, agreements etc. If this sort of thing isn't your cup of tea, then please head to the nearest exit, ultimately the top right hand side of your browser – click the big red cross.

On that note, let's push forward. Don't forget to review, they are literally like crack! I squeal and get the happy feeling in my tummy like when I see cute babies or puppies.

Also, sorry for the long before note but I got asked for what Breaking Dawn the bar would look like to me and for some visuals. If you go to google images and search for 'charlie's bar Melbourne' that's what I imagine it to be like. Except massively bigger! There would be a massive dance floor and all that jazz. But I love the bar and I hang out there a fair bit. Their Charlie Chaplin cocktails are somewhat legendary.

Put your big girl panties on, I'm introducing you to my Edward.

ALSO! BREAKING NEWS! ROB AND KRISTEN ARE BACK TOGETHER! Or am I just behind on this?

Chapter Three

BPOV

I was back at Breaking Dawn. I couldn't have gotten any sleep last night even if I wanted to. I was too excited.

Too nervous.

I spent the entire night going over blueprints, my plans, cleaning my eagles and generally trying to calm my nerves.

I dressed myself in a short, navy blue dress. My piece strapped to the inside of my thigh.

Placing my bag on the bar I ordered a shot, tequila this time. The blondie from last night was serving me again.

'You're back?' She questioned while pouring my shot. 'Interesting.' She mused with a smile while gesturing to the lemon and salt, silently asking if I wanted to make it a slammer.

Shaking my head while handing her a couple of notes from my bag. I threw the shot back and relished the burn in my throat, motioning for another.

'I'm Rosalie, by the way. What's your name, sweetheart? You even old enough to be in a place like this?' She asked, while pouring the golden liquor into the same shot glass. 'I won't tell anyone.' she added, finishing with a wink.

I chuckled. 'Yeah. I'm old enough - and I'm Bella.' Why the fuck did I just say that? I wanted to slap myself.

'Well, little B, you shouldn't be hanging out in a place like this.'

'Oh yeah? Why not?' I got defensive, raising my chin.

She leaned a little closer to me. 'Cause little girls like you, they get themselves into trouble.'

'Trust me blondie, I don't get into trouble, I am trouble.' I finished, throwing my shot back. I slammed the glass back on the bar-top. I grabbed my bag and turned back to the dance floor. Blonde bitch.

It was almost eleven. Cullen should be coming out of his office soon by my watch.

I walked into the middle of the throng of people, turning in a circle looking for something to distract security. I looked to my left, and saw a few guys staring at me. I looked back toward the bar and saw Cullen coming out of the side door next to the bar and watched as he made his way up the VIP staircase.

That was my cue.

Turning back around facing the men eyeing me. I licked my lips and winked in their general direction.

Three of them went to move forward towards me but all stopped to look at each other when they realised they were not alone in their pursuit. They started trying to argue over the music and one of them punched another in the face, all of a sudden a brawl had started right in front of me.

Other people around the fight started to get involved as well. Security from all sides started running to make their way over to the brawl in order to break it up.

I laughed and turned around. Men – such easily persuaded creatures. I quickly made my way toward Cullen's office and through the shadowy doorway.

It was a long, horizontal corridor with shit lighting. I knew from the blueprints that the door to the right was the stockroom for the bar and the door to my left would lead me to the safe.

Quickly I made my way down the passage. There was one lowly security man waiting at the entrance to the office. Hitching up my dress and pulling the top down to show more of my cleavage, I hoped to distract him.

I walked quickly towards the guard and smiled. He was alarmed by my presence.

'Patrons aren't allowed back here missy.' He grunted.

I tilted my head and smiled, trying to give off a flighty air. 'Ohh, but umm, well my name is Lexi and I'm trying out for a new dancing position, and Mr Cullen said to wait for him in his office so I could audition for him? He said it would be okay! Promise!' I bit my lip. 'I don't want to get into trouble before I even start! Please…' I read his nametag and smiled shyly, 'Please Nahuel! I really, really don't want to get in trouble.'

He chuckled as he thought about what I had said then stepped aside and motioned me to go through the door.

Trying the handle finding it was locked. I looked back at the guard, smiling as I bit my lip again.

'Ohh! Also, Mr Cullen said that there was a really big fight on the dance floor or something and that you need to go help out or something! Sorry!' I smiled again, shrugging apologetically.

His eyes narrowed.

'Seriously! Go check it out.' I urged. 'You wouldn't want to be in trouble with Mr Cullen either, would you?' Please leave, I begged silently. I took a quick glance at my watch, I had less than nine minutes to get into the office, crack the safe, find what I was looking for and leave. All without being noticed. I prayed to every single god I knew that I could pull this off.

At that his face paled and he nodded and just left. I shook my head and turned back around to the locked office door.

I sighed and pulled out my lock pick from my bra and got to work trying to open the stupid fucker. It popped open with some fiddling and my heart started to race.

Taking a quick glance behind me, I noted there wasn't any sign of movement. There was no one in the corridor and that Nahuel guard hadn't returned. I pushed open the door and swiftly closed it behind me.

I took a deep breath and looked around. It was a really large office, but very plain.

Impersonal.

Nothing hung on the walls like posters or photos or graduation certificates. Just bare white walls. There was a large black leather couch in the corner, and an intimidating looking mahogany desk in the centre of the furthest wall from me.

Behind the desk an extremely large chrome plated safe stood. Now, that was intimidating.

I took a deep breath and starting walking towards it and fished out some gloves from my bra pulling them on as I walked.

I took another quick glance at my watch. Seven and a half minutes to go.

Fuck.

I pulled on the outermost glass doors of the safe to reveal the numbered dial. Closing my eyes, I put my hand on the metal. It was cold to the touch and gave me a shiver.

I took a deep breath and raised my other hand to the dial. This had to be done all by touch. I began to twist the dial, intently listening, trying to feel the first steel bar drop and move away from the lock mechanism.

The movement is extremely minute, barely a slight touch to anyone else, unless you were trained to feel it.

This safe had a six lock drop apparatus. I took another deep breath and looked at my watch, six minutes.

I felt the first bar slide out of the mechanism and I smiled. Once I got the first out, the others would be slightly easier. Only five more to go, I turned the dial back around to the right and felt the second bar drop. Finding the third after turning it twice again. It took mad skills and practice in order to keep the dial turning all the while feeling for the tell tale feel of the lock dropping.

The last three came almost instantaneously for me.

I got motherfucking lucky. I knew that.

I had two minutes to get in and get the fuck of the safe. I dragged open the heavy metal door and was met with stainless steel shelves.

I gasped.

'No. No. No.' I moaned. 'No!'

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! How?!' I almost screamed. My stomach was in my ass, my heart was beating loudly in my ears, and I could barely draw enough oxygen into my lungs.

It was empty.

Save for ten grand, two nines and a 'Busty Blondes' porn magazine. This is a sick joke.

This did not just happen.

I was shaking as I took the cash and shoved it in my bag. I slammed the safe door shut and reactivated the mechanisms.

Pulling open the office door, I ran down the corridor while tearing off my gloves. I felt like I was going to throw up.

'Calm down, Bella! For fucks sake!' I hissed to myself.

I slowed down and walked back into the crowded room of Breaking Dawn. It had felt like a lifetime since I was in here. In reality it was only fifteen minutes.

Jesus. I felt as if iced water was slowly trickling down my spine. I shuddered, feeling as though I couldn't breathe.

I headed for the exit staircase that led me to the outside world and ran up them as quickly as I could. Throwing one last glance over my shoulder, I was met with piercing green eyes looking at me from the VIP balcony.

I felt my eyes widen and twirled back around. Swallowing my fear I calmly exited the building.

- Ain't No Rest For The Wicked –

I had calmed down since the debacle at Breaking Dawn. I was relaxed, level headed. Hell, even smiling. However, looking in the rear view mirror I barely recognised myself. My normally milk chocolate eyes, were a shining black onyx.

I had taken a car outside of Breaking Dawn, an Audi TT I think. I drove back to the warehouse, changed out of the dress and into some black jeans and a black lace shirt.

I jumped back in the car, and was currently heading toward Brighton Beach – to the Russians. I wanted answers.

Pulling into Demetri's gravel driveway I put the car into park. I checked the mags in my Eagles and slid out of the car, quickly tucking my guns into my jeans.

I knocked on the front door and waited for someone to answer while thinking about how much I really wanted a cigarette.

I looked around. It was a quiet street, not anything was happening at this time of night, not even a car driving by.

The door swung inwards and I whipped my head back around to face the doorway. Bright light and smoke flooded the porch while the stench of weed engulfed my nostrils.

Vladimir's head poked out from around the front door, he chuckled when he saw me, and motioned with his hands for me to come inside. I winked at him as I walked into the den.

It was a cosy room. A large TV was on the hanging on the wall with a large black lounge suite surrounding it. A few paintings hung around the place but all in all it wasn't anything special.

There weren't too many people about. Four men were sitting on the lounge and another five were around a felt table playing cards.

I wandered toward the game and sat my ass down in what I assumed to be Vladimir's seat.

'Demetri' I offered in greeting.

'Little Bella!' He opened his arms wide, a smile on his face as if we were old friends. I tilted my head as I studied him. He had aged a lot since I had last seen him. The wrinkles on his face had become more pronounced, his skin looked paler than usual but his grey eyes still shined with haughty malice and intelligence.

I looked away from him and schooled my face into one of confusion. 'Well D, I'm slightly confused. You see I was conducting some business before, run of the mill sort of stuff. You see I wandered into Cullen's club and stumbled across his safe in my travels, silly fucker must have forgotten to lock it or something. Anyway the funny thing is, that it was empty.'

My last word rang out around the room; I heard someone choke on a drink and looked up into Demetri's eyes. They locked onto mine. He was trying not to give anything away.

'Wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?' I questioned while playing with the cards in front of me. I clicked my tongue. 'Because I would be very, very angry if someone only gave me half the information I required.'

His eyes narrowed, trying to will me into submission, 'Bella, I didn't know. For that, I am sorry. But you can't fault me for that. Cullen must have found out somehow or something!' He spat out quickly.

'No Demetri, that is where you are wrong. Very – fucking – wrong. I can fault you, because you fucked up! You could have gotten me killed, or worse, in Cullen's basement having my fucking fingernails torn off so he could get to you! Be fucking thankful you dirty old bastard that it was me knocking on your door tonight.' I took in a deep breath through my nose, 'I digress. Anyway, you're going to pay with your life.' I told him simply, smiling.

He started laughing, and so did his crew.

'Bella, Bella, Bella!' He chuckled. 'You are severely outnumbered, little girl. You can't touch me!' He snorted. 'And anyway, it may have been that I didn't know that the safe would be empty, but that's what the invitation was for!'

'What was the invitation for?' I hissed.

'A…' he stalled, looking around for the right words, 'contingency plan of sorts I guess. I knew there may have been a small chance that Cullen would hear about something and move the contents of his safe to his home, hence the invitation. Lets you in to the party, and ultimately to his personal safe.' He finished.

Demetri was a cocky asshole. I couldn't wait to wipe that fucking smirk of his fucking face.

I raised my eyebrows in challenge. Fine, he wants to play it that way.

'You always were a son of bitch.' I bit back.

I pushed myself back off my feet across the floor to slide the chair along the wood. Getting up off the chair and kicked it toward the poker table as a distraction while grabbing my guns from my jeans and shooting at the four men seated on the lounge.

I fired four shots, two from each eagle, in quick succession. Two hit, one in between the eyes, the other just a little to right of the centre forehead. Blood sprayed over the walls. One bullet shot another in the shoulder and the other lodged itself in the wall behind a lucky fucker's head.

I growled. I was meant to be a thief. Not a motherfucking assassin.

Bullets started to spray at me so I dropped and stuck myself to the floor. Blindly, I was emptying my mags into the legs of all the bastards at the card table.

Hearing howls of pain knowing that at least some bullets had lodged themselves in muscle.

I was out of rounds, so I let the empties drop from my guns pulled more mags from my back pockets. Reloading quickly.

'At least when we kill her, we can fuck her.' Hearing one call to me.

I wasn't exactly sure what happened after that, but a red haze came over my brain, like a red dust storm in the desert.

I was shaking from my anger, but my arms somehow stilled.

Squeezing the triggers at the lounge, I hit my targets and watched their foreheads explode. I rolled over onto my stomach and pulled myself upwards, my stomach muscles were killing me, but I fired three times more anyway. Each bullet hitting the intended target.

I scrambled up against the wall, only Vladimir and Demetri were left now.

'This all would have been okay if you weren't such a cocky bastard, D.' I shouted.

No reply. Instead, I saw a movement out of my eye and shot at Vladimir moving, trying to find cover. His body slumped to the floor blood starting to pool onto the floor already.

'Only you and me left, D.' I chuckled.

'Bella!' He cried. 'Stop, please.' He begged.

Giggling I got up. Not caring if he was armed. He shot at me mainly missing, except one stray bullet hit me in the shoulder.

I groaned lowly in pain as a fiery agony started to sear its way down my right arm but I knew he was out of rounds now as he frantically kept trying to pull the trigger, praying that more rounds would magically appear in the gun. I looked down at my wound, noting that it was just a flesh wound and would probably heal up in the next couple of weeks. Lucky.

I walked over to where he was hiding and stared at him impassively before leaning down and shoving the gun into his mouth.

'Say hi to your mother for me, D' I winked with a smirk before pulling the trigger, watching his brains splatter out across the wall behind him and sliding down. The light faded out of his eyes.

I felt drunk with power, the rusty smell of the blood stinging my nostrils.

Slowly getting up and looking around at the damage I had caused started to make the red haze had lift from my mind, but that did nothing to dispel the red haze covering the room.

I spied some cigarettes peaking out of the top breast pocket of one of the iced motherfuckers sitting upright still on the couch. I laughed as I nicked them.

Still feeling myself smiling as I exited the house, lighting up a cigarette as I drove back to the warehouse.

- Ain't No Rest For The Wicked –

EPOV

I could hear the phone ringing somewhere in my consciousness. I groaned and rolled over to the side of bed.

Blindly I reached over and slapped my hand around my bedside table to reach my cell. I found the stupid shrilling thing and proceeded to answer it.

'Cullen.' I growled through the speaker. What the fuck is the time?

'Boss! Its Jacob' a voice squeaked through the other end, 'I gots some info for ya!'

'Spit it out'

'Umm… well, you know. Ahh…'

'Spit. It. Out!' I growled.

'Someone - they umm - they smoked the Russians! All of them!' He whispered.

That had me wide-awake. 'What?' I asked sitting up.

'The Russians, they all dead boss!' He repeated.

'Yes, Jacob. They dead, tell me how you son of bitch!' I yelled down the line, rolling my eyes.

'I don't know! The cops don't know either, they think it was a pro job, but said whoever did it had made a real mess of everyone.' He relayed the information to me.

I hung up. I didn't need to know anymore. Rubbing my palms across my face, I itched my stubble.

I looked over at the blonde head sleeping next to me and snarled lowly. Bitches don't get when they aren't wanted.

Clenching my jaw, thinking about how the kid's phone call had woken me up from an amazing dream, where that little brunette from the club last night, with those big doe brown eyes, had her pouty mouth wrapped around my cock. The way she had looked at me all scared, had me even harder.

My cock was still hard and Tanya was really only good for one thing anyway.

I pulled my nine from underneath my pillow and unloaded it. Placing the mag on my side table and checked the chamber for a bullet. I didn't want to kill the girl, just play with her head a little.

Pulling on her hair and she woke with a start. Her blue eyes widened when she saw my gun in my hand.

'Suck my dick.' I whispered while pointing my gun at her. Tanya jumped and quickly got on her knees, sucking my cock into her little mouth.

I grabbed her hair again and started to fuck her mouth. She was gagging and I got impatient.

'Breath through your fucking nose!' Telling her harshly. Tanya complied and started trying to breath through her nose.

'Play with yourself. I know you're wet, like the dirty little slut you are.' And I knew she would be, she loved anything to do with a cock, especially mine.

She complied with whatever I said and I enjoyed it. I was always the one in control, always dominating. Always.

I nudged her head with gun, reminding her that I was still pointing it at her. She worked her little mouth around me harder and I could feel my orgasm approaching.

Hers was too by the way she was working herself with her fingers.

'As soon as I come, I'm going to pull the trigger.' I whispered to her, the only other sounds in the room were her mouth sucking me off, and the squelch of her dripping pussy being finger fucked by her own hand.

She definitely heard me as she tried hard to get away. Twisting her blonde curls in my fist and I didn't let go.

'Fuck!' I moaned, bucking into her mouth. Tanya had the mouth of a hoover. 'Keep fingering yourself!'

She screamed around my dick and I could feel her body shaking as she reached orgasm, mine soon followed I pulled her mouth down as far as it would go around me and emptied myself deep down her throat. Pulling the trigger, right next to her ear and then felt her come again.

I laughed and patted her on the head pulling myself from her mouth. 'Thanks. Now leave. You know where the door is.'

Getting up off the bed, reloading my mags into my nine. I tucked it into the grey suit pants I had found on the floor from last night and I had pulled on.

Needing some fucking caffeine in me in order to deal with this Russian situation I pandered down the hallway into my kitchen. Not that I didn't love the Russians being wiped out, don't get me wrong, Demetri and his cousin Vlad had become nothing but a thorn in my side lately. So, this means someone was fucked over by the sons of bitches or I have a problem.

I called Jazz. 'Whitlock here.' he answered.

'Jazz, call the boys to Dawn, we have a situation.' I rehashed what Jacob had told me and he was impressed that someone could have done that single-handed.

'Very impressive.' He mused. 'But you should cancel your party then.' He voiced his concerns, but I wanted to see this play out.

'No, we keep the party on. I want to see who comes sniffing for blood. When we find them, we throw a thank you card as well as a round their way. Okay?' I asked.

'Fine. I'll round up the fellas and I'll see you later' He hung up.

I ran my hands through my hair and went for a shower hoping that Tanya bitch had left.

This party is going to prove more interesting than first thought.

- Ain't No Rest For The Wicked –

A/N: So! What did we think? Love, hate, otherwise? Please let me know!

Yes! Edward is a sick bastard, but I love him!

Also, sorry for keeping you on edge about the safe, but I PROMSE that all will be revealed in the next chapter. I wanted it to be in a more personal setting than the club, so ExB can interact a little better! ;)

And on a guest's advice I am in the process of getting a beta, but I couldn't keep you guys waiting any longer!

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