A/N: Thanks for coming back guys! I can't tell you how excited I am that people are enjoying this story! We meet Edward in this chapter! His character is very loosely based on Lucky Luciano who created the Commission of the fives families of New York. He was described as handsome, charming and ruthless...just an all around bad ass. As a warning, Edward is an VERY dark character in this fic...Bella is his sweet spot. Happy reading!

There was a force. A force I didn't completely understand, that held me to her side like I belonged there. What a silly notion. She was fragile and delicate. Too fragile for my world, no matter how much I loved her. Killing him wouldn't change that. But she was determined to anyway. His number was up, and when he took his dying breathe, I'd hold her and rejoice in it too.

Chapter Two (Edward)

My father had lost his mind. Officially and completely snapped. What was he thinking? Abducting a girl like that...in front of so many people. How many times had he told me "No loose ends." and "No witnesses."? Breaking his own rules was going to get him wacked, or worse, locked up. If we made it out of this alive, I would commit him to the nut house myself.

It was only in the last ten years or so that my fathers' mental health state had become sketchy at best. My mother Esme, god rest her soul, had been the glue that held our family together...and kept us from killing one another. Loosing ma had changed dad. It had changed us all. My once jovial and gentlemanly father had turned into a sadistic fuck that no one could stand to be around. It would be different if he only enjoyed torturing men, or fuckers who dared to invade our turf. But no. He liked to prey on woman. If you were pretty and had a cooch, you were fair game. He'd taken to brutally raping young women while having witnesses. It was hard to watch, but even harder to tell him no. He was our boss, his word was law. You obeyed unless you wanted a bullet between the eyes. Carlisle never hesitated to shoot someone.

I didn't know my first job out of prison would be an abduction. Hell, for all I knew we were going to a party! I did two years upstate for a bank robbery I supposedly didn't commit and was released on a technicality a month ago. Good Ole Senator Swanson made sure of that. That was the price of doing business with our family. A favor for a favor...and Charlie owed us big time.

I'd heard about the Swanson's daughter Isabella. Heard she was a beautiful, meek, quiet little thing. Not my type. I never had a problem with the ladies, even after prison they were all over me. My main goomah Tanya and I had been at it for ten years. Hell...I might be thirty five years old...but I can keep a woman satisfied. The memories of great sex and my money were enough to keep Tanya around for the two years I was in the can. And let me tell you...the home coming sure was sweet.

Tanya was a year younger than me, with a nice rack, long legs blonde hair, and almond shaped blue eyes. Sure, she couldn't cook worth a damn and had a voice like nails on a chalk board. But it was a small price to pay for the awesome blow jobs and wild sex she provided on an almost nightly basis.

I knew the real reason Tanya stayed around. She wanted me to make her my wife. I shuddered at the thought of that. Since my mother died, I wasn't capable of love, it only brought you pain and made you insane. My father was the perfect example of that. The thought of regarding anyone with more than the casual indifference I'd perfected over the last ten years made me want to retch. No, Tanya Denali would never be my wife. She could leave of she wanted , there were a million Tanyas out there.

I was pulled out of my musings by the site of my father, covered in blood, running out of the back door of the Plaza were he'd instructed us to wait. He had a small,unconscious brunette in his arms. A brunette I assumed, could only be Isabella Swanson. His hair was a mess, his suit jacket was open and he had he crazy smile on his face. This was gonna be good.

"Edward!" my father hollered, "Go in there and clean up, no loose ends.". I rolled my eyes, that would have been a hell of alot easier if he'd been slightly more discreet in the abduction of the pretty little girl. "Sure pop...how many we talkin'?". "Fifteen as far as I can tell, make it quick I wanna take my new toy home.". The crazy smile was back again, I shuddered at the thought of what he would do to the poor, innocent girl in his arms. Luckily dad thought it was from the late November chill. "Hurry up!" he barked again.

I looked back at my brothers Jasper and Emmett. They had guns drawn ,ready to go. All three of us entered through the back door of the ball room. The place was a mess. People were screaming and running for the exits. They'd never make it though...not with my brothers and I there to take them down. Once we were standing in the middle of the room, we started firing. The popping sounds of the guns mixed with the screams of my victims made me smile. This is what I was born for, what I was good at. Killing made me happy. That was just how it was.

Jasper counted up the bodies before we exited out the back door and rushed to the waiting car. Isabella was draped over my back seat looking pale and small. I felt sorry for the poor kid. From the rear view mirror I saw my father oogling her unconscious little body as I stepped on the gas. It was going to be a long ride home.