Hello my friends. Well, I am back a day early. I felt bad for leaving you all on Wednesday night. I received a lot of reviews and it seems that most of you really liked the chapter, so...here is a little treat for ya...posting an update a day early!

This is unbetaed, so please be nice. All mistakes are mine. I hope you all like it.

Twilight is all Stephanie Meyer.

Five months later

Fuck me! I hate the cold. It's the fucking middle of October, and I am driving in my car, in the middle of the night, to the damn warehouse to deal with some stupid punk dealer who happened to be caught working with the Volturi. Maybe we can get some information on Charlie Swan from this kid. The last we heard from Charlie was when he finished rehab. Dad's people said he left the state. For some fucking reason we didn't keep tabs on the fucker. A mistake on our part. Fuck! It's cold tonight! Maybe taking care of this punk and setting him right will help me relieve some of this built up stress and aggression.

It has been five long fucking months since Bella left. I am no closer to finding her that I was the day that I found the letter in her apartment, only now I am more scared than ever, because we still have no idea what the fuck Charlie Swan is doing with the Volturi. The dance company from the packing envelop was a dead end. They sent dance supplies to everywhere from right here in New York, to San Francisco, to New Orleans. There were too many dance companies to check out. Plus, I figured that Bella wouldn't be that obvious to work at a dance company. She knew that would be one of the first places we would look.

I pull into the warehouse lot and get out. The cool October wind feels like it is blowing right through me. Fuck! I, have I mentioned that I hate the cold; it isn't even winter yet! I pray I get her home before Christmas.

She hasn't been in contact with any of her friends from NYU. I talk to Erik regularly, checking in on him to make sure he is holding up OK or if he had gotten any word from Bella. But nothing has turned up.

I walked into the warehouse, met by the funk of piss and blood, a regular smell when you walk into this warehouse. The further that I walk into the main room I see Emmett and Jasper sitting at a table playing poker. To the right of them is a man tied to a chair with a gag stuffed into his mouth. His eyes meet mine. I cock an eyebrow at him and I visibly see him start to shake. He beings moaning into the gag, trying to speak, which catches Emmett and Jasper's attention.

"It's about fucking time you got here Boss!" Emmett's loud voice booms.

"You called me twenty minutes ago, fucker! I had to drive here, remember?" I say back, coming close to the table.

"Aww, he's just pissed because in twenty minutes he managed to loose four hundred bucks." Jasper laughs.

"Rose is going to be pissed when she finds out, Em." I laugh at him while taking off my jacket.

I tilt my head to the side, cracking my neck, then cracking my knuckles as I walk towards the guy tied to the chair. I pull back and land a punch right directly into his nose. Instantly blood spills from his now broken nose. I pull the rag out of his mouth. "That was just to shut you up so that I can talk to you without hearing you piss and whine." I say, walking back and grabbing a chair from the table, along with the picture of Charlie Swan. Sitting it down backwards in front of him, I straddle the backwards chair and look him in the eyes. He's scared. This is going to be too easy. "I don't want excuses. I already know that you are working with the Volturi." I ask.

"A...are...are you gonna kill me?" He stammers

"Yes. But, how you answer these next few questions will determine if you mom will have an open casket, or a closed casket at your funeral."

"I...I..." He stammers again. This time he is hit by Emmett.

"I don't believe the Boss asked you to talk just yet...did he?"

"First," I say, holding up the picture for him to see, "do you know who this man is?" I ask.

He just sits there, looking back and forth from the picture to me, until Emmett looses his patience and clocks him in the face again. "Remember, think about how you want to answer. Your funeral depends on it." I say.

He sits there for another minute. This time Jasper puts on the brass knuckles, as he walks over to us. Once they are in place, he pulls back and lands his punch right in his ribs. The kid cries out. "Now, the next shot will be to that pretty little face, that I am sure you mom loves. Now, I will ask you one more time. Do you know who this man is?" I ask, showing him the picture one more time.

"All I know is that they call him Swan. I...I...I...don't know much about him. I'm low man, I...I just started, and I've only seen or heard of him when I picked up my product." He says.

"What does he do for them?"

"When I've seen him he works with the product. Keeping it's comings and goings organized."

"Does he do anything else?"

"Not that I know of. He is strange. He always is muttering something about 'just do it to get her back'."

Fuck me! My heart drops. I look up to Emmett with that panic look on my face.

My phone starts to ring, I look at the caller ID and it is Erik. Why the fuck is he calling me at one in the morning?

"Erik?" I ask as I answer.

"Edward! Thank fuck!"

"What's wrong Erik? Where are you?"

"I'm in New Orleans with my sister on mini vacation. You need to get here. I found Bella."

My eyes widen. "What do you mean you found Bella? Where exactly are you?" I mouth to Jasper to get the jet ready for stand by.

"At a place called Zafrina's. It is a burlesque club. Bella is a dancer in the show."

"FUCK ME!" I think back to that damn dance supplier sticker, if only I had taken the time to look into those fucking dance places!

"She didn't see me. Angela and I were in the back, and when I seen her on stage, we snuck out to call you. I figured if she saw me she would freak out and maybe run."

"No, no. You were smart. OK, look. I am getting the jet set. I will be there by early tomorrow morning. I will call you before I take off and will call you again when I land. Stay close by, but don't let her see you or Angela." I say.

"OK. Edward, hurry."

"I'm on my way. Thank you Erik." I say, hanging up.

"Where is she Edward?" Emmett asks.

"New Orleans. She is dancing at a burlesque club called Zafrina's. Look it up Jasper. Find out anything can about it. I need you both there, I think when she sees me, she'll run." I am doing what I know best when it feels like my emotions are about to take over, I turn on my boss mode. I delegate. "Call Felix, Jacob, Sam, and Seth too. How long for the plane to be ready?"

"Pilot said we can be in the air in an hour." Jasper answers.

I suddenly remember that we are in the warehouse. "Fuck! Call someone to finish this for me." I say, pointing to the kid in the chair.

"Quil and Embry's place is only ten minutes away." Says Emmett.

"Good, get them here now!" I yell as we make out way to the cars. "Tell the others to meet us at the airport in a half an hour. Follow me there." I yell as we are outside and walking to our cars now.

I am going to get my Bella back.

Well? We are hot on Bella's trail. What do you think will happen? Leave me some love if the feeling strikes you, I would love to know what you think.