Here you go! Chapter 2:

But the world is black

And hearts are cold

And there's no hope

That's what we're told

And we can't go back

It won't be the same

Forever changed

By the things we've seen, seen

(Good Charlotte-The World Is Black)

This bitch was really starting to piss me off. I knew the minute I let Tyler Crowley leave my warehouse he'd be killed by Bella ma Mortale. This was worse. She'd left him on the doorstep to the warehouse, complete with several badly patched broken bones. It looked like the work of the local mob doctor himself. We all went to see him when we needed a job done. What I couldn't understand was why she'd wasted a favor. Had it been me, I would've shot him. I wouldn't have wasted the manpower it took to beat him senseless and patch him up. After all, once a maiale, always a miale. It was true.

That Isabella Swan girl was attractive, but she ran Bella ma Mortale and as long as we were rivals, I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole. Still. I'd seen her face more times than I needed and there was something about the brown of her eyes. Non era un colore sporco. It wasn't dirty color. Her eyes reminded me of chocolate.I was sitting in the warehouse Le Belle Re used for business when my brother and fellow member, Emmett, found Crowley. Emmett carried him in and Jasper followed. Now, most of the crew was Italian and Jasper was the only one who constantly needed an English translation which made working with him difficult sometimes. I'd inherited the family business from his uncle, and while I kept him around because of that, he was trustworthy, which is why he got to stay.

"You're gonna put a bullet in his head, right Masen?"

"NO. PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME! I CAN WORK FOR YOU GUYS NOW! KEEP ME ON. I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT TO KNOW!"

I spoke to Crowley quietly, but firmly.

"I know you'll tell me whatever I want to know. That's exactly why I can't keep you around. I can't have a weak link in my organization. I do have on question though. What do Isabella Swan's parents do for a living?"

"Her mom stays home. Her dad is the chief of police."

"Thanks for the information. Emmett, sparagli."

There was no chance in hell he was still breathing.

Emmett never missed, so when I turned my back and heard the shot ring out, I began to walk away, knowing that the job was done.

"Bag the body. Take him back to the Forks State Line and dump him. Little Isabella's father can deal with it after that."

"But the bullets. They'll know that it was us.."

"Faccio quello che ho detto. Don't question me."

With that, I turned my back. I needed Isabella Swan to come to me. I needed her to be upset that I'd handed her body back to her and I needed her upset now. If she came here, I could convince her to merge. Yes, Le Belle Re ran Seattle, but that wasn't enough for me. I wanted Forks. I should own Forks. It was such a small area, and to not have control made my temper burn to a level previously unseen. This was getting ridiculous, and if Swan joined up with the Pack, I'd be screwed. They ran the reservation and while alone they weren't a threat, Bella ma Mortale wasn't a novice operation at all. When the two joined forces, we'd be finished.

"What's the next step?"

"I want Swan and Mortale here, no later than the end of the week. I have a feeling I can sway her to our side."

Jasper sneered at me.

"You can't sex this one up. She hates you."

"The feeling is mutual but she doesn't need to know that. Get Royce King in here with Mortale, too. I need everyone I can to keep the Pack away from Seattle."

With that, I turned and walked to my car. Aston Martin's were a bit conspicuous, especially when you paid for it with bloody money, but my girlfriend Tanya was one for fast cars and an even faster lifestyle. Plus, the ride was real smooth. I saved the Volvo in my garage for more low key occasions. I called Tanya on the way to my apartment.

"What's for dinner babe?"

"Edwaaard-" (sometimes I hated that thick Russian accent) "-you know I can't cook. Pick something up on the way home."

"Cagna . Non dirmi cosa fare."

She loved it when I spoke Italian to her. It never seemed to matter what I said, not even if I was calling her a bitch, daring her to order me around again."

"I'll order. You come home and we do things we never share with anyone."

I rolled my eyes at the phone. She wanted to go to bed. I needed to eat and work.

"Bye Tanya."

I was tempted to go into Forks and see if my little body delivery had caused any trouble. I resisted temptation. I would see Swan and the rest of her little crew soon enough. Until then, the body count would rise, and she would get more deliveries until she decided to pay Le Belle Re a little visit.

Well, don't hold back in your comments. Please R&R.

Lots of love,

-V