Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

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Ain't No Rest For The Wicked –

Chapter Four

BPOV

It was well past midnight and the only sound I could hear in the warehouse was my steady intake of breath and the slight pat of my cloth-covered foot on the beam as I walked across it.

I looked down toward the concrete floor, judging the distance to be about fifteen feet. Slowly raising my hands above my head to keep my balance, I shifted my feet slightly moving my toes to the edge of the beam. Remembering I only had a four by six square to work with I bent my knees, keeping my ass level with my feet and flipped down backwards off the beam. I landed on my toes and quickly rolled over my right shoulder as to distribute my weight and not jar my femur into my hipbones.

Pushing up onto my feet quickly I smiled at my effort. Grabbing my water bottle from the side of the room, I looked around while taking a sip.

I had turned the warehouse into a makeshift training center for myself. Blueprints and building plans of Cullen's house were tacked to the brick walls, while photos and information were littered underneath. Ropes hung from the exposed wooden beams that I had began to use as my personal gymnastics apparatuses. Once again learning how to jump, flip, balance and stretch.

I wandered over to the blue prints checking again the jump from the office window to the garden below was only twelve feet. I more than have that cleared. I stretched and could feel my muscles protesting any more workouts. I took another swig of water and turned around to get ready for some sleep.

Cullen's party was tomorrow and I feel that I have more than adequately prepared myself for it. I knew the place backwards, knew where security was going to be, knew where Cullen was going to be, and knew where my getaway ride was.

This was going to go off without a hitch.

I hoped.

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I groaned.

'Motherfuck! Do. Up!' I huffed, raging at a side zip that just would not fucking budge.

I screamed with frustration the sound ringing out around the warehouse.

'Dress.' I started to plead, 'If you do up, then I promise to not scrunch you up and leave you on the floor at the end of the night. I swear it!' I started to bargain.

Fucking brilliant. Negotiating with an inanimate object.

'Well done Bella. Talking to yourself. Wonderful.' I muttered to myself.

I tugged on the zip once more surprising myself when it did up. I turned around to stare at my reflection in one of the windows. I looked beautiful, I almost didn't recognise myself. The floor length dress was bright red, which set off against my alabaster skin perfectly. It was completely backless with a plunging neckline.

The red of the dress made my skin glow, the slit up the right side which was almost to my hip made me feel sexy, and most importantly the dress concealed my Eagles and my black shorts underneath.

I looked down at my sleeping bag, the invitation sitting there, mocking me. 'How far are you willing to take this?' My mind whispered.

Taunting.

I took a deep breath.

I was really going to do this.

Stealing from Edward Cullen? It was unheard of, but he went to so much trouble to move everything from Breaking Dawn and admittedly I was curious. Too curious to let it go.

I grabbed my guns and strapped them to my thighs after slipping on my black stiletto heels. I grabbed my purse rechecking I had everything.

I could feel my palms starting to sweat and my fingers starting to tingle.

I was insane. I had to be if I was about to risk my life just for my stupid curiosity.

With that thought and before I could lose my nerve, I twirled around and headed for the door, intent on going to this party and finally seeing what was so special about Edward Cullen's fucking safe.

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The ride over to Cullen's place wasn't too bad. Traffic had thinned out a little since it wasn't peak hour. The sun had set a few hours beforehand covering the city in a blanket of black.

A valet opened the cab door for me and I graciously stepped out.

Walking up the limestone staircase, I noted the gorgeous exterior of the house as well as all of my closest exits. Jake organised a car for me which should be waiting around the corner - keys in the ignition.

There were candles leading up the outside staircase to amazing French glass double doors, which were open and flanked by security. The light and chatter from inside pouring onto the staircase. I could feel the vibrations of the music flowing up through my feet.

I made my way toward the doors, but was stopped by the burly guards.

'You got an invite there, girl?' A gruff voice spoke. I stopped to look at him, surprise filtering through me. It was the same bouncer from Breaking Dawn. Benny something? Benji? Ben?

'Umm…' I flashed him a smile and rifled through my bag to retrieve the invitation. I handed him the piece of paper while his buddy stared at my chest.

He looked over the paper, nodded to himself and handed the invite back to me. He went to check me for what I assumed was weapons and I laughed.

'Please! Like I'm going to be concealing anything in this dress!'

To prove my point I twirled around and pointed my leg out of the slit.

He chuckled. 'I suppose not.'

I smiled and made my way through the doors, very thankful and damn proud of myself that I could get away with that.

Damn. This place was fancy!

I wondered toward the large ballroom and straight to the bar.

'Scotch please.' I ordered. 'On the rocks.'

The bartender gave me a glass half full of the brown liquor and I eyed him gratefully.

'You look like you need it.' He offered.

I took it thankfully, placing a tenner on the bar and turned around to survey the room.

It was filled with suits, fake boobs, and even faker faces. Do any of these women have their own lips?

Or chins for that matter, I mused, as an extremely busty looking blonde sauntered past me and right into the arms of none other than Edward Cullen.

I chuckled.

I took note of her appearance stored it away in my memory bank. She could be useful later. I also noted that Cullen didn't look too happy about her sidling up to him.

Cullen was flanked on the left by Jasper Whitlock and the right by Emmett McCarty if my intel was correct. Two guys that were known for being absolutely ruthless in their pursuits of success, money and women although, not as bad as Cullen.

I took a gulp of my scotch relishing the burn in my throat. Taking another look around the room it was starting to fill up, the chatter growing louder as everyone tried to talk over each other. A lot of eyes were on me, especially Whitlock's which made me uneasy.

Alright, it was now or never. I had to make my move before I chickened out, or worse, threw up on Cullen's cream marble floor.

Placing my flute gently down on the bar I threw the bartender a smile.

I went through in my head the floor plans and where exactly the safe was located. Taking a quick exit out through the main doors, I turned right heading towards another set of stairs that would lead me to Cullen's study.

Surprisingly there was no security anywhere. It made me on edge, but then again not everyone is as fucking insane as I am to steal from one of the most notorious mob boss' this side of the world.

I took a peek from around the corner - still no one around. I walked quickly, making no noise and sticking to the walls until I reached the end of the corridor.

I quickly pulled out my lock pick and got to work on opening the office. I finally opened it after fumbling around for three minutes. My nerves were getting the better of me and I really couldn't have that.

I wandered over to his safe that was located conveniently behind his desk, which gave me good cover from all vantage points.

I once again pulled out gloves from my bra and got to work getting this thing open. My nerves weren't about getting caught now they were about what was inside this fucking safe.

I was excited to say the least.

Again, just like at Breaking Dawn I did it all by touch. Breathing deeply I pressed my hand up against the cool steel of the safe.

Slowly twisting the dial, I listened intently for the slight vibration of the drop from the lock mechanism.

It was all over in less than thirty seconds. I whistled at my own skills and giggled.

I took a deep breath and tugged on the stainless steel door, my heels sliding against the carpet under the weight of trying to drag it open.

As it swung open, my eyes rested upon four shelves lined with cash, jewellery and papers. I breathed out deeply, full sentences evading me at this point as I let out a resounding 'Fuck.'

I shook my head, clearing away my awe and quickly got to work sorting the worthless crap from the goldmines.

I opened the window to the right of the safe and looked twelve feet down. There was nothing but garden and a gravel pathway, which led exactly where I had parked the car.

The perfect getaway.

I turned back to the safe and I grabbed most of the cash I could, stuffing it into a bag I brought with me. I grabbed a strand of gold pearls and looped them around my neck. I snatched all the coloured stones, but what really caught my eye was the diamonds.

I heard rumours that Cullen had acquired this but I just thought they were just that - rumours.

I picked up the necklace very carefully in my left hand and brought it close to inspect the colour and quality. If I was right in my perusal, this was the Neil Lane diamond necklace - worth about a cool four million.

I'm sure my grin was very much a cat got the canary and the cream. My heart jittered in excitement.

I carefully placed the necklace in a small velvet bag and tucked it into my dress.

There wasn't any more time to waste. I looked at my watch and realised I had to get out of here.

I grabbed all of the documents, including a large red notebook and threw them all in with the rest of my loot.

The bag was getting heavy. I zipped up the bag and hauled it over to the window quickly dropping it out and trying my damned hardest to land it on a bush.

I twirled back around and made sure to shut and relock the safe. I needed to have a clean getaway with this and couldn't do that if they were alerted to my presence. Headed for the window I pulled off my shoes and threw them out too. I was chuckling about how easy this was.

My head snapped up when I heard the unmistakeable click of a bullet being loaded into a chamber.

'Turn around.' A velvety voice whispered to me. 'Slowly.'

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but it wouldn't budge. Turning around sluggishly, I faced the man that had a gun pointed at me.

Edward Cullen was smirking at me with a lovely golden Desert Eagle, much like my own that were holstered to my thighs right now, pointed square at my chest.

'Evening little girl.' He kept his volume low. His voice like velvet tendrils, sliding over me, binding me to the very spot I was standing on.

'Evening' I breathed. 'I must have gotten lost… taken a wrong turn or something. Umm where abouts is the bathroom?' I started on the excuses and the escape plan.

The bastard chuckled.

I looked over him. Cullen did the suit well. His skinny black tie had come loose, the knot hanging down toward the middle of his chest. The top button of his crisp white shirt had been pulled open, exposing some of his muscled chest. I bit my lip and looked back toward his amazing green eyes that were showing me no emotion.

'You aren't lost. You've got some skill set to break into this and if my pearls around your neck are anything to go by' He nodded towards his now empty safe and my neck. 'Who sent you?' He growled.

I had forgotten that I put the pearls on. Fuck. There's no way to get out of this now. I either run or turn myself in to one of the most notoriously violent mob bosses to have terrorised America… I decided to run.

My eyes narrowed. 'No one sent me!' I snapped my mouth shut.

Bella, you fucking idiot.

'No one sent you, hey? You're telling me you managed to do this all by yourself without any help from anyone?' A hint of disbelief in his voice. 'How old are you?'

'Old enough.' I spat back.

The corner of his mouth pulled up in a smile. 'Feisty too.' He mused.

I took a slow step back toward the window.

Cullen shook his head. 'I wouldn't do that if I were you. The way I see it you got two options. One, give me back what you stole and we work out a deal for you to… repay your debt.' He smiled cruelly at that, his tongue poking out to lick his bottom lip. 'Or I just shoot you.'

How did this go from being so easy to so… fucked?

'Well, I prefer it that you don't shoot me.' I supplied sarcastically. My anger was rising. I had to get out of here before I did something I would regret. Like getting caught.

'You should be scared of me little girl. I'm the big bad wolf, the thing that goes bump in the night, I am your worst nightmare.' Cullen stepped closer toward me as he trailed off. 'What's your choice?'

My eyes darted to the door, while I took another step back toward the window.

'I swear that if I have to chase after you, you aren't going to like the consequences. I will break you and enjoy it. By the end of it, you'll enjoy it too.' He threatened.

I raised my eyebrow to the challenge and laughed, 'Catch me if you can.'

I dove backwards out of the window. Spinning once and landing on to my feet forgetting to roll and cursing loudly when my legs absorbed all of the weight.

I jumped up ignoring the pain in my legs and snatched the duffle bag from the bush. I ducked and narrowly missed a bullet.

I ran as quickly as I could down the gravel drive dodging stray bullets. Stones were piercing the bottoms of my feet but I didn't care. The adrenaline pumping through me was enough to keep the pain from registering.

I pulled open the door to the car and shoved the duffle in to the passenger seat. I dragged the door closed behind me and slammed the car into gear.

I sped off. No clue in hell of where I was going or what I was doing.

Edward Cullen wanted blood.

My blood.

I am so fucked.

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked –

EPOV

She fell backwards out of the window. I rushed over and saw her land on her feet. Impressive. She grabbed the black bag and started running, so I started shooting. Hoping to only get a leg or an arm. Enough to stop her but not kill her.

I liked this beautiful, feisty thief. She was entertaining and I was going to have a lot of fun chasing and ultimately breaking her into what I want.

She disappeared around the end of the driveway. I phoned Em and Jazz to come to my office.

I opened my safe to see what she had taken, which was pretty much everything. Save for a few worthless pieces of paper. My little girl had skills, especially since she broke into my safe so quickly, she may be useful.

Emmett and Jasper entered.

'There was a girl.' I started. 'No older than twenty, probably still in her teens. Brunette, brown eyes, pale, wearing a red dress. Find her on the cameras. Then find her.' I gritted out.

They nodded in understanding and left.

I sighed and sat down in my chair, wondering how the fuck she got away. I pulled my tie off completely and undid another shirt button.

I was tugging at my hair when Carlisle knocked on my door. I motioned for him to come in.

'There's still a party going on downstairs and that slut Tanya is still here looking for you. I don't know why the fuck you still put your dick her. You realise you can do better than that putana. Your mother's on my back all the fucking time about how you need to find a wife. I mean you're thirty-six, Edward. You can't do this forever. And she wants grandbabies.'

I scoffed. 'Whatever Esme wants, Esme gets isn't it?'

'Be respectful to your mother, Edward.' His tone authoritative. I may be the boss, but he's my father and you don't fuck with him. He's a scary motherfucker when he wants to be.

'No matter that I don't want a wife, let alone a kid. That's two things in my life I don't need right now. Never mind the idea that if I did, people would come after them.' I shook my head and threw up my hands in defeat. I didn't want to talk of this anymore.

'The party is well and truly over for me, Carlisle. I was robbed.'

He nodded 'I see. What did they take?'

'She. Just a girl, probably eighteen. Everything. Including my ledger, and the necklace.' I answered.

'You better pray to all the gods that she don't sell nor read that ledger, Edward. Otherwise your world won't be so secret anymore.' He warned.

'I know.' I breathed out. 'I know'

He nodded and left.

I need to find this girl, and soon. That ledger belongs nowhere but I my safe. It's a record of every business dealing, every hit, and every move that I have ever made.

I pulled some scotch out from my desk drawer and took a swig straight from the bottle.

Hopefully, Emmett and Jazz will have news by the morning.

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