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Chapter 6: A Fateful Encounter

As Edward stepped outside, following Charlie, his breath hitched in his throat as he beheld the mesmerizing sight before him. The sun cast a golden glow over the surroundings. He fought to maintain his composure, keeping his walking pace steady and his expression neutral.

But oh boy! Deep down, he couldn't contain his astonishment. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this encounter happening just moments after delivering a burned body for her father. How much does she truly know? Nevertheless, there she stood, radiant and all smiles, next to her sleek black Jeep Wrangler, her eyes fixated on his father.

She wore a simple black t-shirt that hugged her slender frame, perfectly matched with a black knee-length skirt that accentuated her curves. Draped over her shoulders was an oversized black leather jacket. He knew that she was 5'8", but with the black high heels, she stood a little bit taller, closer to his 6'3". She looked so beautiful. Her hair was in what seemed to be a low ponytail, showcasing her beautiful features. With minimal makeup, luscious rosy lips, she looked absolutely gorgeous. However, her brown eyes truly captivated him as he closed the distance between them in the parking lot.

A vision of beauty and grace. She was everything he had imagined and more.

Edward noticed her quick glance towards him and his brother, diverting her attention from her father. It was enough to send his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. He knew if Emmett could, he would seize this moment to make a joke about what was happening right now, considering they had shared countless conversations about his attraction.

"Bellisima! Mia Bella! I'm sorry that you had to come here, I totally forgot about our brunch.'' Charlie said, his voice filled with regret. "I got caught up with some things."

They exchanged two kisses, and as Charlie held his daughter, his stern expression softened. There was a tenderness in his touch, and his face spoke of pride and love as he looked at her. And looking at Isabella, Edward saw the same shared feeling.

They stood to the side, maintaining a respectful distance but close enough for him to hear snippets of their exchange. It was intriguing to witness that side of Charlie Swan, the mob boss.

Edward has gone over Charlie's family history so many times that he knew it like the back of his hand. From the moment Charlie was born, to the schools he attended, to him taking over after his father died, to his marriage to Renee Swan, and the tragic car accident that took the lives of his wife, Renee Swan, and their oldest daughter, Annabella Swan, five years ago.

At least, that was the official information, but there were rumours that the Russian mob retaliated and decided to go against the golden mob rule by targeting his wife and daughter. Not long after, the Russian family members were found in multiple pieces in front of Igor Petrov's house, the Russian boss. Everyone knew that Charlie Swan did it, but no one dared to speak out, and there has been no proof, making it surprisingly a cold case. That was a clear message for everyone: No one messes with Charlie Swan.

Isabella smiled warmly, offering reassurance. "It's alright, Dad! No stress. One of your people told me where you were."

They continued to talk about random stuff. Charlie inquired about Isabella's work, and what happened at an important meeting she had the day before. Throughout it all, Edward couldn't help but observe every detail – How Isabella moved her hands, how she blushed when Charlie complimented her, how she affectionately fixed a stray lock of his hair or adjusted his collar. Her animated gestures and evident love for her father painted a stark contrast to the hardened boss they had been dealing with.

Edward knew Isabella was a painter, a successful one, though he didn't fully understand the art world. However, he had seemed numerous pictures of her artwork, and it had left him in awe of her talent. She was definitely an artist. Their conversation eventually turned to the restaurant they were about to visit. Charlie praised the establishment, noting that it was one of the finest in the city.

Throughout it all, Edward couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He wanted to reach out, to touch her face and feel the softness of her skin against his fingertips. But he held himself back, knowing it wasn't the right time or place.

Edward's attention was brought back to the present when Emmett nudged him playfully and whispered, "Quit staring, bro. You'll scare her away before you even get a chance to say hello."

After a few moments, Charlie turned his attention to Edward and Emmett. "Boys, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Isabella. Isa, these are the men I've told you about, Will and Masen." Gesturing towards them.

Emmett extended his hand toward her. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Isabella." Emmett said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Isabella smiled warmly, her eyes flickering with curiosity and shook his hand firmly assessing him. "The pleasure is mine. I've heard so much about you both."

Isabella's attention shifted to him. Their eyes locked in a moment sending a jolt of electricity through him. It was as if time stood still. Looking at him straight and extending her hand just as she had done for Emmett. She smelled so good - A hint of vanilla mixed with…rose?

As their hands touched, a surge of electricity passed through Edward. Her hands seem so petite and soft compared to his. It lasted only a second, but it was enough to make him wonder if she felt it too.

"The pleasure is all mine, Isabella. It's good to put a face to the stories I've heard," he replied, unable to hide his genuine smile. Her cheeks grew a little warmer.

"I hope people haven't been talking too much." Her hand was still on his, and he couldn't find it in himself to let her go, and it seems that she was not opposed either.

"Well, I have heard a few stories" He jokingly. "Only good stories." Was he crazy? Talking to her like that, but a look at Isabella showed she is playing along.

They shared a brief laugh, and her melodic laughter dancing in the air. "Flattery will get you anywhere, Masen. But I appreciate your kind words." Emmett's discreet cough brought him back to reality. He automatically let her arm go, already missing her touch.

A quick look at Charlie revealed his disapproval of the conversation's direction. With a gentle smile, Isabella turned back to her father. "Dad, why don't we go? I'm ready to leave."

Edward reluctantly tore his gaze away from Isabella, realizing that their moment had passed. He nodded, trying to regain his composure. Charlie gestured for Edward and Emmett to follow in a separate vehicle, asking them to tail them to the brunch place. Emmett's excitement was palpable, as food always had a way of making him enthusiastic.

Emmett approached Edward closely and whispered, "Sooo, was it what you always imagined, Mr. Lover?" Emmett's mischievous smile told Edward that his interaction hadn't gone unnoticed. "I will give you this though. She was definitely charmed."

He turned around to look at Emmett, his own smile acknowledging the truth in his words. "Shut up!" he laughed quietly.

As they settled into the car, Edward found himself lost in thoughts of the possibility of getting closer to Isabella. He wrestled with his conflicting emotions, knowing that pursuing his attraction might endanger their mission. However, he couldn't find himself to care right now; he was excited to get to know her better.

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As Edward and Emmett stepped into the breakfast restaurant, their eyes widened at the opulent surroundings that greeted them. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries enveloped Edward's senses. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating an elegant ambiance. The room buzzed with activity as waitstaff moved gracefully between tables, attending to the well-dressed clientele.

They observed the meticulously orchestrated protocol that revolved around Charlie and Isabella. Discreet security personnel positioned themselves strategically, their vigilant scanning of the surroundings for any potential threats. With an inquisitive eye, Edward and Emmett made mental notes of the unfamiliar faces surrounding Charlie and Isabella, deducing that they must be part of their tight-knit security detail.

Edward couldn't help but be drawn back to Isabella, who exuded a natural charm and grace. He watched as she interacted with the staff, her warmth and kindness evident in every exchange. The way she carried herself, with a mix of confidence and humility, only deepened his fascination.

He sat at a nearby table, giving him a direct view of Isabella. Emmett's excitement was palpable as he perused the diverse menu. Ultimately, he settled for a hearty breakfast, while Edward opted for a simple omelet. Amid the hushed conversation and occasional laughter, his focus remained on Isabella. Watching her savour each bite and engage in an animated conversation with her dad. Looking at James, he noticed that he was not the only one looking at her.

Throughout the meal, Edward found himself stealing glances at Isabella, unable to resist looking at her beautiful face. Every time their eyes met, it felt like a silent conversation was taking place. She had a beautiful laugh, and he wanted to hear more of it. It seems that she was in an animated conversation with Charlie.

Emmett was talking about possible gifts for little Rosie's birthday coming up and other things, but he wasn't an engaged participant, only providing one-word answers. He knew Emmett was aware of his distraction, but it seems that he didn't care.

As they finished, Isabella and Charlie gracefully made their way toward the exit. Edward's heart quickened; he was not ready to let her go yet. But as the protocol he came to learn, he followed Charlie and her outside. He watched them say their goodbyes, and Charlie got in the back of his car and left the premises. Isabella was left behind with two guards. Their eyes met once more. Isabella offered him an inviting look.

Edward's heart skipped a beat. "I really hope we meet again, Masen" she whispered softly, her Italian accent adding a touch of charm to her words. After a brief pause, she turned her attention to Emmett and added. "You too, Will."

Emmett, wearing a mischievous smirk, couldn't resist making a playful comment. "Yeah, sure."

Edward sensed Isabella's mild embarrassment and waved her goodbye as she climbed into her car. Edward couldn't wait to interact with her again; because now, he knows what she sounds like, what she smells like. He wanted more.

"You're such an idiot. Why did you have to say that to her?" He playfully punched him in the arm.

Offended by the accusation, he retorted "Blaming me now, huh? Lil bro, I wasn't the one undressing her with my eyes all morning."

"I did no such things. Now, let's go." They both laughed because Edward knew that he did exactly that.

They both climbed into their car, heading back to their apartment for much-needed downtime and sleep because the past 24 hours had been heavy on emotions, to say the least.


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