What am I doing? How did I end up here again? And what is it about this girl that makes me so interested? There must be something different about her.

No I'm probably just deluding myself. All girls are the same, wants me for the notoriety, the money, the respect. If they only knew how easy it was to spot them. Always dressed inappropriately with annoyingly amounts of make up on their faces. Nasal voices and the stupid eyelash-thing that made it look like they constantly had something in their eyes. I know it sounded weird as fuck, but you got a feeling.

I was walking home from my "official" office on a late afternoon, I usually drove my artwork of an car but today Emmett, my giant for a brother was picking me up because of what he likes to call "unofficial business." And my mom expected us for dinner after that and I felt like drinking today. So I was being practical. I was walking down the street towards the decided meeting place when I heard a low thumping sound coming from one of the shops further ahead. Intrigued, I saw the name of the place- Panetteria di Teppisti. I let out a surprised laugh and thought: Who in the world names their company "Thug's Bakery"?

My laughter stopped and my breath hitched when I saw the woman just inside the big window, obviously cleaning and preparing for lock-up. The low thumping sound I'd heard was the bass of a rock song that this curvaceous stunner of a girl was dancing to- swaying her sexy as fuck ass to the beat. She was ordinarily dressed, I assumed in work clothes. Tight carpenters pants that did nothing to hide that- as previously stated- amazing ass and mahogany colored hair that was up in a messy bun that looked as if it could fall at any minute. I got transfixed by her. She looked so relaxed, so joyous, so at home in her environment that you couldn't help but look. And then she turned around.

Fuck.

I raked my eyes over a sublime body- long legs, a narrow waist accentuated by a apron and a pair of tits encased in a tight t-shirt that showed them of perfectly- but her face was by far the most stunning thing about her. Pouty dark pink lips, a slightly upturned nose and big brown doe-like eyes framed by long lashes. She was magnificent.

But she did not seem as affected by me as I was by her, I did not like that. I know that I'm drool worthy and not getting the appropriate response kind of pissed me off. Then I saw her intent gaze on my own body and the following widening and darkening of her eyes. Now that's better. I let a knowing, smug grin out but instead of the usual fluttering of eyelashes i expected, her eyes got an mischievous glint and she hugged herself 'round the middle, making her tits even bigger and then bit her luscious bottom lip. I could feel myself starting to drool and the hard on that had been hovering since I first saw her was now rock solid. My mind was a jumble of words.

Fuck.

I have to have her.

Mine.

I heard a faint ringing tone and felt disappointment when my goddess turned away.

When she was out of sight I glanced at my wrist watch and realized that I was late. Shit.

At dinner I couldn't focus. I kept thinking of my brown-eyed beauty. I vaguely remember Emmett bragging about a job he had done, Esme hovering and asking if everything was alright and Alice talking about her new job, how she and the owner was good friends. I tasted a cannoli that she had brought home. It snapped me out of my trance for a while but then I remembered that my own beauty worked in a bakery and got lost thinking about if she could do them better and if I would ever get to taste them.

And that's how I ended up outside The Shop the next day, hoping to catch a glint of the girl who had rendered me sleepless the night before with fantasies about her. I'd tossed and turned the entire night and no amount of jerking off helped. I could still see those eyes staring passionately into mine every time I closed them. Fuck it, I was desperate. The thought halted my progress. I'm Edward Fucking Cullen and I do not get desperate. That's final. I could walk up to any girl in the street, be an complete asshole and still fuck her 20 minutes later. I am not desperate.

With the mantra in place I walked pass her shop and glanced thru the window. She was there. I couldn't help but stop and stare. She was there and looked as beautiful as she had yesterday. Today she was humming and wiping down tables. Damnit. That should not be as sensual as she makes it. The pull to go to her was as bad, if not worse, than yesterday. I wanted to go thru that blasted door, spin her around and kiss the living fucking daylights out of her. Fuck.

I started towards the door but remembering myself, I summoned all that was left of my very fragile self control and walked away.

Saturday started with me, my dad, Emmett and Jasper sitting in my dad's office, discussing a particularly odd and worrying subject. Apparently Charlie couldn't get to Hunter himself but needed to take in help from the outside. That was always a problem. It was odd because never in my lifetime had Charlie needed help from anyone other than perhaps my father, not even after Renee died.

I had more memories of Charlie than Renee, but sometimes she would come with him to get info about missions. She was kind and had fast hands, Renee was the one who taught me to open a safe- at age 9 to my mothers great vexation and Renee's delight. When asked why she taught me Renee always said "Esme, Edward is not mischievous enough for a 9 year old boy and certainly not for a 9 year old son of Carlisle and you."

My mother short response was always: "Maybe so, but you Renee do not have both Emmett and Alice as well, they do more then make up for it." And then I remember my father and Charlie grinning at their wife's conversation. Charlie and Renee together also happened to be the most lethal pair I've ever seen.

So the fact that Charlie was bringing in an "outside associate" did not agree with me.

"Dad, it's not that I don't trust Charlie, but isn't this to risky?" It was as Emmett had read my mind on this one.

"I have to agree with Em here dad, how do we know that this "associate" is to be trusted?"

My dad heaved a great sigh. "I knew you boys would react like this, Jasper do you feel the same way?"

To our great surprise Jasper just shook his head. "No, Charlie has had similar situations under control in over 1 and a half decade, I would bet everything I own on that he definitely knows what he is doing on this one." My dad let out a surprised smile.

"See boys, you trust Jasper's gut feeling all of the time, it is bulletproof 99% of the time. Do it this time as well. Me and Emmett simultaneously voiced our very weak protests.

"I don't like it."

"Jasper's not always right and he sucks a poker." Guess who said what.

"Well, if you two doesn't like it you can go and do damage control as the clean up's."

Groans echoed thru the room, but it was a good plan. If the "associate" did a good job, we could discreetly take care of the body- as of protocol- and if the "associate" was an idiot we could take care of both him and Hunter.

"Where and when?"

"The dingy hooker place downtown that Hunter frequents. Charlie will text as per usual."

"But what time? Charlie always has an exact time to hold." I said, feeling more and more apprehensive.

"Don't worry son, Charlie's associate has no set time, but he did say it would happen sometime after midnight tonight."

"Tonight? That was fast." I couldn't help the impressed tone that crept into my voice.

"Apparently the associate was a bit impatient to get started." Carlisle had a usual smug smirk in place, the one that said that he had won the battle and that we were dismissed.

After leaving his office Jasper strolled away with a "Good luck." thrown over his shoulder and I said to Emmett "I think we should be there before to see that it is done properly."

After a short "I can't agree with you more." We started preparing, we had a murder to oversee.

I knew Hunter was a disgusting piece of shit, but after seeing this pit he was a regular at he fell even lower. The hooker house was mainly for Mafia men and heavy criminals, so I stared the man at the door down said "Edward Cullen" and I was in. I wasn't even frisked which was good for the man doing the frisking, I would have popped a fucking cap in his head if he'd tried to take my gun.

Emmett sat in the car a block away, both watching for any suspicious looking men and because he had just started seeing this girl named Rose and in his words "I insulted one of her cars and she threw a fucking wrench at me, my ass will be annihilated if I went into a whorehouse bro." So for my brothers safety, I went in alone. I found a corner overseeing the "club" and ordered a double whiskey on the rocks when I saw that Hunter wasn't here yet. It was as I planned but it also meant that I was in for a long wait...

Hunter stumbled in about 20 minutes later, obviously already well on the way to being drunk. He sat himself down at the bar and started to grope the nearest hookers, he looked like a proper drunk and he still hadn't noticed me sitting in the corner staring him down.

It was 10 minutes past one and I was getting impatient as fuck, I texted Emmett about 15 times in the last 20 minutes. Were the fuck was this hit man? I took another sip of the whiskey that I had been nursing for the last hour and a half. And then I saw her.

No. No. It can't be. Never. What the absolute FUCK was my beauty doing here?! I didn't recognize her at first, her work clothes exchanged for a red short dress that seemed to be painted on, heels that made her legs go on forever and her just-fucked brown hair that I had only seen in a bun before. MINE. She didn't look like my goddess anymore, she looked like the devil. Sinful, delicious and ready to do naughty naughty things.

She had walked aimlessly into the room and continued to the bar. I saw her zero in on Hunter. Fuck. No. She walked over to him, leaned down into his ear whispering something that obviously turned the fucker on. I watched the dead bastard having his hands all over MY girls ass and hips. I felt a rage that I reserved only for the truly stupid and idiotic. I wanted to go over there, rip her away from his hands, punch the mongrels disgusting face in, cut off his balls of and leave, taking her with me home and show her how a real fucking man feel. Then I got an allusive thought. What if she works here? I wouldn't believe it. She was no whore. No. But then I watched her take Hunter's hand and lead him out of the room. The horror and hopelessness I felt crushed me. She does work here. Shit. Of course the only girl I like is a prostitute. I couldn't stand my own company anymore and wanted to run out to the car and stay in there forever. But. I still hadn't seen anyone even remotely looking like an hit man. And no one except my beaut... Nope. Not thinking about that. No one had approached Hunter in nearly 2 hours now, but Charlie had said after midnight, so I stayed glued to the seat. Even if the only thing I wanted to do was to stalk the pair that disappeared thru the back door and punch the slime bag to death. Emmett called about 20 minutes later telling me that I needed to get to the car.

Said and done I went out to the car to be greeted by a incredulous Emmett.

"Dude are you sure you didn't see anyone try to get close to Hunter in there?"

Pressing down my anguish and making my tone neutral "No, I think I would have recognized a hit man Emmett. Why?"

"Because Charlie just texted me saying that it was done and to get the body in the alley behind the club, that's why."

Could I have been that distracted by Hunter that I missed the man? No, I had watched that door like a fucking hawk.

"Did Charlie say if the man would meet us there?"

"Yeah, he would be there to ensure that the body didn't ended up rotting in the alley- so we better get going."

With that said we walked toward the meeting spot.

"So if you didn't saw the guy, do you wanna play a game?"

"What game?"

"Guess the looks" Emmett said grinning "What kind of person do you think Charlie would have picked to help him out? I would guess a small man that could crawl through air vents."

"I'm not playing this game, besides we will find out soon enough."

"Come on Edward, don't be such a killjoy!" Emmett whined. I ignored him. My jaw dropped. Holy fucking fuck.

Standing there beside the body of one James Hunter was my brown-eyed Beauty. I had to restrain myself from running to her. She looked glorious and the knowledge that she was the "associate" did things to me.

"Well well well, I didn't know that I'd earned the creme de la creme of clean up crews- I am positively honored." Her voice was sultry and a bit throaty, making it so it sounded as if she just woke up and the tone was a bit cheeky. But the words themselves made me cautious. She evidently knew who we were without any previous information and because of it I disconnected the part of my brain that saw her beauty and started thinking as I would have done if it were a man standing there. Hunter was a big man, The girl standing in front of me couldn't have taken him down by herself. While I was displaying caution, Emmett, to my surprise, charged her and enveloped her in a bone crushing hug.

When Emmett started answering her question about why we, a pair of high ranking mafia members, was the clean-up's I couldn't stand not knowing if she had a male accomplice, a possible boyfriend or not so I blurted out a tense:

"Who helped you?" God help me if it was a boyfriend. After the thought I realized that truth was not the reaction I got. She looked furious. Her eyes were burning with anger when she replied. The following conversation did something in me.

I was known for being ice cold- always being calculating and not allowing my temper to get the best of me. But this girl- no women, she was very adamant on the point. I agreed, she was definitely a women. Standing in the alleys dim light I could appreciate the cleavage of the dress that was accented by a silver necklace with a cornicello-pendant. Definitely a cheeky little devil.

Her name was Isabella Swan. Bella for short. My beauty inside and out.

When we talked I burned with anger, jumped by internal giddiness, and had to restrain myself from dragging her away to devour her. She was intelligent, challenging me with her words and thoughts. And when she flirted with me I felt like the most important person on this fucking earth. When I walked her to her car I couldn't stop thinking about Hunter's hands all over her and if she had enjoyed it. She said that it was for the job and I couldn't help myself, I asked her if she would have liked my hand on her.

I never heard the end of the question since she crawled into her car, getting her bag. The position she was in revealed her lacy, slightly see-thru panties. Bloody hell. My breath hitched and my dick stood to attention. I was hot, really hot. I raked my eyes over her body when she was up right again and licked my lips thinking about how she would taste. A text made her turn around and I used the opportunity to remove my suit jacket and popping the second shirt button open, rolling up the sleeves to my elbow making me marginally less hot.

When she had changed she looked me up and down, her eyes darkening and she bit her lip. Fucking Hell. I was so close to kissing her when Emmett called and asked us to hurry the fuck up. Fuck him. Bella was already seated in her car and it made me realize something. We were going to my parents. I was not going to get her alone for a long while. Did I want to be alone with her? This women turned my head inside out and made me irrational. My work is more important, my family was more important than some chick- no matter how stunning and clever she was. With my mind resolved I ran out of her car and into Emmett's.

I was safe for a little while more.

A/N

I wanted to try something different and write from Edwards POV, so please leave a review if it was acceptable and if I should do it again, remove the chapter completely or you know, just go back to Bella ;)
Thank you for all the love this story has gotten so far! Freaking wonderful!

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