"What's the new mission, boss?" Rosalie asked, her arms crossed as she looked at me expectantly.

I rolled my eyes at her given name for me and handed her the manila file Maggie gave me. "Aro Volturi. New Hampshire mafia. Drugs." I said, only giving the keywords. She had a quick enough wit to guess correctly about the mission.

"So, Aro Volturi who is the leader of the New Hampshire mafia is dealing with drugs?" She guessed, then opened the file. "Wait, the drugs are coming in tomorrow. Why are we even getting there now?"

I rolled my eyes. "Always be prepared, remember? Anyways, here's the plan," I told her all that she needed to know and how I was going to do my thing.

She shook her head in disbelief. "Why the hell are you going there in that kind of disguise?"

I shrugged. "He has guests and he hired some company to keep them entertained. Oh, and I'm sexy enough." I joked.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She went to her seat and booted up her laptop. "I just need to get the blueprints of the area so that we can plan out for the exits and all. If he finds out who we are, we...?"

"You get out of the surveillance room first so that at least one of us will make it out safely. I'll be down kickin' ass," I responded to her question.

She pressed her lips together, shrugging. "Good enough."

Once we landed in New Hampshire, we got on a black SUV that was provided by the organization and drove to a four-star hotel I booked for a night in a regular suite. The next day, we packed our bags and went to a warehouse deep in an out-of-place forest. I parked 500 meters away from the building and loaded my gun.

I scanned the area from my car seat and made a few points in my mind. "There are his men at every corner of the warehouse." I told Rosalie. "Do you have your gun with you?"

She cocked her gun, giving me a bright smile. "I think I can handle it."

We stealthily ran to the warehouse, shooting anyone who caught us. The silencer on our guns helped a lot, and we dragged the men we shot to a storage room we found. Rosalie led me to the surveillance room and we were relieved when there wasn't anyone inside. We immediately locked the door and Rosalie took out her laptop from her bag.

"Okay, so now all we need you to do is change your clothes and then get this show on the road," she said, plugging in her wires.

I rolled my eyes. "I've dreaded this day my whole life."

"Oh shut up. You'll look hot and slutty." She assured me with a non-serious tone underlining it.

I went to the corner of the dark surveillance room, my black sports bag zipped open. I changed into fishnet stockings, a short tight long-sleeved dress with a deep v-neckline and black six-inch heels. I had let my hair loose in its wavy glory and applied on red lipstick and black eyeshadow. Rosalie awaited my transformation and I allowed her to turn around and see, with me tugging down at the seams of the dress. I grimaced at how it kept on sliding up.

She whistled as loud as a guy could. "Well, fuck. You look hot. If I was a guy, I'd bang you."

I rolled my eyes. "Help me here. The material is really uncomfortable and I think I'll get rashes soon."

"You degrading hooker, you're supposed to wear stuff like this." She joked. "Play the part well."

"Any info on who's the guest, though?" I asked.

She went back to her laptop, opening up a few windows on it. She then shook her head. "Nope. Whoever it is, it must be about something important enough that they don't even put it in electronically."

"Okay, when is the supposed guest coming in?" I walked over to her where she sat on the faux leather chair.

"Ten minutes, tops." She replied, taking out a small plastic box of electronic bugs. She turned the seat and faced me, handing it over to me. "I need control over all the security cameras here, so do a sweep around the area and put one of these on each of them. I'll be able to see you clearer then."

I placed it in the small leather purse that accompanied my outfit and looked back at her. She gave me my earpiece and speaker and I wore them on quickly.

"That's all for now. Good luck, Swan." She patted my hand and I left the surveillance room quietly.

"Swan checking in." I said into the speaker on my sleeve.

"Clear." Rosalie replied. "Take the left turn. That's the first camera."

I complied and was smart enough to avoid being seen by the camera. The camera shifted right and left.

"That's good. Next." She said.

We continued pasting bugs on the cameras until I could suddenly hear the change of Rosalie's breaths in the earpiece.

"The guest is here!" She repeated. "Stay clear! Get to where the escort girls are now."

She gave me directions and soon enough in a room that looked like an office from outside was a group of girls in similar outfits like mine, and I recognized the sickly-sweet smell that I've smelled at the back of cars and car parks of beaches and movie theaters in LA.

"The managers keep the girls high?" I asked Rosalie.

"They mostly consist of kidnapped girls, so in order to keep them here, they make them smoke weed." Rosalie told me. "Anyways, get into your position. One of the men are coming to get the girls up."

I took a seat beside a blonde who looked about nineteen. She looked at me bizarrely, but I guess because she was seeing weird things due to the marijuana.

"Hey, you've got two heads." She frowned at me. "And I've never seen you here before."

"Uhm, no. You haven't seen me before." I replied.

"Your hair is so nice," she smiled, still in a daze. She touched my hair and gasped. "And it's so soft. I want your hair so bad."

I removed her hands from my hair. "Thank you." I grimaced.

The door opened and a man scanned the room before making us stand up. He gave me a strange look and I forgot that I was supposed to be acting high. After a few ridiculous comments coming from my mouth, the strange look was gone.

"Great job, Swan." Rose complimented. "Anyways— Holy shit."

"What?" I asked, still acting high.

"Oh man, you've gotta see this one. Oh, Emmett's gonna crack up. Let me take a picture first." She said, then I heard her phone camera click. "There. Sending now..."

"What are you talking about?" I demanded.

"Hey you," the man who was bringing the girls up hollered at me. "Walk! Are you seeing two paths or what?"

I complied and followed the rest of the escorts from behind. I was still waiting for an answer from Rosalie.

"So?" I huffed. "What were you talking about?"

"Oh, you'll see it for yourself, darling." She laughed darkly. "This is gonna be fun, but hopefully our cover doesn't blow up."

"Huh?"

"Just go." I could literally hear her roll her eyes at me as she continued laughing. I sighed, then suddenly the whole line of girls stopped walking. The man gave each of us a once-over before he called certain girls up. He pulled me to the selected group of girls and brought us to where I assumed the VIP guest was. The door opened, and I walked in, not expecting anything but some sleazy drug dealer.

Boy was I wrong.

His green eyes caught my stare and I cursed Rosalie for not telling me he was here. My mind went back to the night of my previous mission and I winced. I took the farthest seat from him while all the girls were all over him. Well, I couldn't really blame them.

"Shit, Bella," Rosalie suddenly cursed into my earpiece. "They don't put cameras in that room. When you get enough information, you get back in the surveillance room, do you understand?"

"No, I don't," I sarcastically replied. "And you should have told me Edward Cullen is here! I will murder you on the way back to NY."

Aro Volturi entered the polished lounge and opened his arms wide. "Edward, it is nice seeing you here."

Edward smiled a grim smile. "My family's business is now in my hands. I cannot just let all the reputation and hard work get away."

"Ah, yes." Aro nodded, taking a seat next to him. "My biggest condolences to your family."

"If it is, then you would have been at the funeral." Edward said bitterly.

Aro shook his head. "I was a business associate with your grandfather. Funerals are attended by family and friends."

"So why am I here?" Edward changed the subject.

"To congratulate you, of course, for being the new boss of Cullen mafia. What's a celebration without some champagne and beautiful girls?" Aro smiled.

Edward's eyes immediately flashed to me and I knew that look. Well, fuck. He smirked for a change. "You won't mind if I just have one, will you?"

Aro's eyebrows raised in curiosity. "No. You can pick whoever you want."

Edward cocked an eyebrow at me, certainty flashing across his face. I rolled my eyes inwardly.

"You." He pointed at me. "Here." He crooked a finger at me and I complied unwillingly. He pulled me and I fell into his lap. Shocked, I gave him a glare that only he could see. He chuckled and pulled me in closer.

Aro ordered his men to bring out the rest of the girls and the only people in the room now was Edward, Aro Volturi & me— with me disguising myself as a prostitute with a marijuana addiction. "I didn't only bring you here to celebrate your new title as the leader of your family business— I'm also here to propose to you some business deals." Aro had cut through our silent exchange and I started playing with Edward's bronze hair, still pretending to be high from the marijuana.

"What is it about?" Edward asked.

Aro slid a piece of paper across the marble table even though they were right beside each other. Edward picked it up and read through the document.

"I'm planning to expand throughout the country, and I was thinking that maybe you'd like to earn some profits with this." Aro explained. I managed to sneak a peek at the document.

Edward shook his head. "Well, I don't know. I never really have dealt with drugs before."

"I'll give you some time to think about it, Edward. For now, maybe you'd like to spend some time alone with her?"

Edward leaned down to my neck and started biting on the bare flesh between my neck and shoulder, eliciting an accidental moan from me. "Yes," he replied to Aro and Aro smiled.

"I hope you enjoy your visit here." He stated before leaving us alone.

A hand ghosted across my chest, goosebumps appearing on my chest. "I've missed you." Edward whispered into my ear. "I don't think my manifest is the only thing you stole. You're mine now."

"Oh no, not this again." Rosalie moaned. "You guys kill me with your sex sounds."

I smirked at Rosalie's comment. "Good."

Edward responded to my word and smashed his lips on mine roughly. He kept sucking and biting my lips, and then he would melt the pain away by licking. I felt myself turning wet and I started grinding against his erection. He kissed up my jaw to my ear, where he bit my earlobe.

"I don't think Lexi is your real name." He started.

"Why?" I panted.

"Because I wanna know whose body it is that I've owned three nights ago that I'm making sure is really mine by tonight." He kissed my neck once. "Why are you undercover at Aro Volturi's warehouse?"

"New mission." I admitted. "But I'm not telling anymore things."

"And I just somehow happened to be here. How much luckier can I get?" He growled possessively as his hand went deeper down between my legs. I jerked against his fingers as they played with my clothed clit.

"Not so much luckier." I snarkily replied, but he had me at a flick of a finger. I whimpered, burying my face in his neck and wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you?" He seductively whispered, making me groan.

"Yes." I sank my teeth on his neck as I tried to relieve the pressure that had built up through my stomach.

"Your name, or I won't let you cum."

"My name is Lexi—"

"Lies," he hissed. "Tell me now."

"No." I shook my head. "I'm not blowing my cover because of a stupid fuck."

He snarled menacingly. "You think this is stupid?"

"This is a stupid, meaningless fuck between enemies." I replied in the same tone. "I'm going."

My words seemed true to him. "Stay here and I'll let you take the document." He said. "I'll just say to Aro that I spilled rum on it and ask for another copy."

His eyes held a challenge and he knew I wasn't one to back down, so I glared at him. "Fine." I spat.

He hooked his finger into my panties and when it made contact with my pussy, it took everything in me to not cum on the spot. He thrusted one finger into me and I bit his ear softly.

"Not so brave enough to talk back now, are you?" He chuckled darkly. He inserted a second finger and I moaned. He nuzzled up and down my neck, taking in my scent. "I could just eat you right now."

"Do it," I begged.

Another finger entered me and the pressure building up exploded. I grabbed Edward by the hair and I sucked at his Adam's apple, biting and licking. He thrusted his hips against me and growled. I giggled and immediately lost focus when his fingers left my pussy. His tongue lapped up my cum as his gaze held mine erotically.

"Fuck, baby." He said. "You're the best thing I've ever tasted."

I smiled. "Why, thank you." I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly on his pants. I grabbed his cock and squeezed him a little. My pointer finger swept up some of his pre-cum and I placed it in my mouth. He tasted tangy and salty at the same time, which was surprisingly pleasant.

"Tease." Edward remarked as he watched me suck in my finger incessantly.

I smiled innocently at his words and sank down on him as slowly as possible. He groaned at the speed I went and I laughed. When he finally filled me up fully, I rode him fast, the pressure on my clit spurring me on. He placed his hands down my back to my ass, pulling me in as close as possible.

He came in me first and a few seconds later, I did. I peppered kisses all over his face and grinned, getting off of him and standing up. "Well, wasn't that nice." I commented.

He grabbed me by the arm, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Tell me your name."

"You don't need to know my name, but my name isn't the only thing I lied about— I'm sixteen." I told him.

"I don't care about your age. You're mine, do you understand?" He said.

"I'm nobody's except for my own. Listen, I plan on never meeting you again, but if we do, I'm not having sex with you again." Finality was strong in my voice as my jaw hardened, my mood dampened— well, other than my panties.

He smirked. "We'll see. You left your black thong a few nights ago in my hotel room and it still smells so much like you."

"Well, I took your pair of boxers and wore them on that whole night. They're very comfortable, I must say." My comeback came out strong as I folded my arms smugly. His smirk faltered a little, obviously he was imagining me in his clothes. "I'm getting out. There was only one thing nice about seeing you again." I said to him. "Rosalie, clear?"

"Ugh, finally." She spoke up through the earpiece. "The hallway is clear— get here as fast as you can because I don't think it'd take long for someone to find those bodies of the men we shot."

"Got it, Hale." I responded. I snatched up the document on the glossy table, opened the door and didn't look back at Edward even once. With my gun out of my carrier and in my hands, I was prepared to shoot anyone in my way. Luckily, my path was clear on the way to the surveillance room. When I got in, Rosalie cracked her knuckles.

"You're never with the same guy once and a mafia boss just happened to get a second time with you." She rolled her eyes. "You play the part of a whore really well that I am really convinced you are one." She mocked.

"Hey, play nice." I chastised playfully. "Let's get out."

Hey guys. So, some of you are probably thinking that she's gonna get knocked up. Actually, that's a really good idea, but nope— no more knocked-up Bellas for me. I already have three knocked-up Bellas in my stories— one who is being kidnapped, another who had a miscarriage and the last one which was about to go into labor but I placed the story on hiatus. I'm so evil.

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