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If anyone was wondering this is my playlist that I listen to while writing this story.
1. Work Out - J. Cole
2. Tell Me Do You Wanna - Ginuwine
3. Brother Like Me - Haystak
4. Love This Life - T.I.
5. Lemme See - Usher ft Rick Ross
6. No Hands - Wocka FLocka
7. Roll Up - Wiz Khalifia
8. Talk That Talk - Rihanna ft Jay-Z
9. Got Your Back - T.I. ft Keri Hilson
10. Whatever You Like - T.I.
11. Can't Get Enough - J. Cole
12. Bad Girl - Rihanna ft Chris Brown
13. Take You Down - Chris Brown
14. You Da One - Rihanna
15. Just Like Me - Jamie Foxx ft T.I.
16. Winner - Jamie Foxx ft Justin Timberlake
17. Best I Ever Had - Drake
18. Find your love - Drake
19. Like You - Bow Wow ft Ciara
20. Let Me Hold You Down - Bow Wow
21. 21 Questions - 50 Cent
22. Handcuffs - Mobb Deep
23. Confessions Part II - Usher
24. Made Men - Rick Ross ft Drake
25. She Got It - T-Pain
26. What You Know About It - T.I.
27. You Know What It Is - T.I.
28. Party - Beyonce
29. Rags to Riches - Tony Bennett
30. I Won't Dance - Frank Sinatra
I'm sure I'll add more and maybe lose some as the story grows. These are some of my fav songs and I wanted to share that with you.
"There's no such thing as good money or bad money. There's just money."
Charles "Lucky" Luciano
Isabella's POV
I have never been more scared in my life. In the last few weeks I had been in clubs, around drugs, alcohol, and guns. Criminals even. Last night I was shot at. I watched one of my friends kill a man while another friend got shot. My nerves were so tore up Alice had to call my parents for me to say I was staying the night. When we got back everyone was very hush hush about everything. Edward made me a very strong drink and it knocked me out.
It was 7:30 in the morning and I was still laying in bed.
I was afraid if I saw any of them face to face it would make it real, not a bad nightmare like I wanted it to be.
I laid there with my eyes closed pretending to still be asleep for awhile when I heard a throat clear at the door.
I didn't have to open my eyes to know who it was.
I could smell his cologne.
Edward.
"Isabella, I know you're awake."
"No you don't." I replied.
"We have to talk. May I come in?" He asked.
I peeked at him.
He was leaning against the doorframe in a black suit, black shirt, bright green tie, black fendora.
He looked like a gangster in a mob movie.
If good looks could kill I would have been dead a hundred times over.
"Yes." I said sitting up. I must have looked crazy with my jacked up hair. Esme had lent me pajamas. Soft pink fleece pants with a white cotton cami.
"I need a moment please." I told Edward running to the bathroom and doing my morning routine. I came back out and he was sitting on the couch across from the bed. I sat on the other end.
"What did you want to talk about? Is Esme ok?" I asked wringing my hands. I was nervous.
"Isabella, the things that happened last night, you have to know that's not normal life, right?" He began.
"My life hasn't seemed normal since I meet you guys." I told him.
"It's for your own protection that you forget everything you saw. Can you do that?" he asked.
"I watched people chase us down and shoot at us. I saw Esme shoot and kill a man. How the hell am I suppose to forget that?" I told him my voice slighty horse.
"Because it could kill you if you don't Isabella. I know I told you I would protect you but I can only do so much when the Bosses get involved." He told me with a poker face.
I laughed. A nervous laugh.
"Protect me? Bosses? It's almost like you guys are the mafia or something. Running around in suits with guns. You are Italian after all." I joked.
Edward didn't laugh.
Not at all.
"Edward?" I asked everything with his name.
He nodded.
"This is some kind of practical joke. You guys are pranking me." I said standing up and pacing the space between the bed and couch. I glanced at Edward who still sat perfectly still on the couch, same serious expression.
"No, Isabella."
I stopped and stared at hm for what seemed like hours.
"Please sit, I'll explain a few things to you." Edward said tilting his head to the seat next to him.
I sat down. I was scared not to.
My face must have look horrified because Edward began speaking to sooth me.
"I would never hurt you. You are safe with me. If you would listen to me I could make sure you stay safe."
I nodded.
"Okay."
He sat on the couch watching me for as few moments like he was waiting for a reaction.
I wasn't giving him one.
I don't think the weight of what he had told me had really set in at that point but I knew they were my friends and I would stand by them. They may have been bad, but there was good there. There had to be for them to take me in. I felt like I belonged.
"How's Esme?" I asked breaking the silence.
"She's ok. She's a tough cookie. She's also very aware of this thing." He said standing up. He started to walk away but he turned back, looking straight at me.
"Isabella, I trust you. I don't know why but I do. Just know, if you slip a word, even on accident, you'll never see it coming."
With that he left.
I got up and grabbed some clothes blinding finding my way into the bathroom. I started the shower and stepped under the steaming water letting it relax my body. I hadn't slept good at all. My mind was whirling with everything going on.
My friends were the mafia. Like drug dealing, thief, and murder. I had been around for weeks and I didn't notice anything. Was I that naive or were they that good? I had no idea how this all would play out but I was too invested to walk away.
One thing I was for sure of, killer or not, I couldn't get Edward Cullen out of my head.
Esme's POV
I couldn't believe Aro had kissed me.
I had shot and killed a man and I was thinking about Aro kissing me.
How fucked up was that?
After the initial shock of what happened at that stop sign, there was nothing else left to feel. Maybe growing up in this life had numbed me to it. I just knew that if I hadn't killed that guy I wouldn't be here now.
The men were really proud of me. My mother was a wreck. I was ok.
After all the events of last night, it seemed to have brought Aro and I closer together.
Things were shifting so fast. My head was spinning.
I hadn't slept much but I was laying in bed trying to rest when there a knock on my door.
"Come in." I called sitting up on my bed.
Isabella walked in looking a little dazed and confused.
"Morning." She said climbing into my bed.
"Morning. How you doing with all this?" I asked playing with a strand of her hair.
"I should be asking you that." She giggled.
"I'm good. I come from tough stock." I told her smiling.
"I wish I did. Everybody just rolls with everything that happens around here. I feel like I'm living in a movie or something."
"You handle it very well to have never know a thing about it. We grew up with this. We're used to it." I assured her. "You be used to it before you know. We're keeping you ya know?"
"Thanks. I didn't know I was a pet." Isabella said laughing.
We spent the rest of the day laying in bed watching movies. Rosalie and Mary Alice joined us, we may it a full girls day. Our parents were pleased with it since we were at the house and they could keep a better eye out. Things were tense and all the men were on edge.
Sunday came and went with the usual routine.
Get ready, church, get ready, supper, goodbyes, bed.
The men had business.
Aro sent me a couple text here and there. It made me smile.
We hadn't defined our relationship but I knew we would be together. Now I just had to talk to Alice. Aro on the other hand had to talk to my daddy and deal with my brothers.
Monday was boring. Extra guards and class.
Tuesday was the same.
So was Wednesday.
Thursday passed without incident.
Thursday night Aro texted me again.
Can you get out?
I closed my history book and quickly texted back.
Yes. Where? - Es
I had ran a brush through my hair, applied some lip gloss, and slipped some jeans and a cute yellow silk blouse on when my phone went off again.
I'll pick you up.
I texted back ok and went downstairs to wait. Emmett was in the living room sitting on the couch watching a game.
"Hey little sister." He greeted me.
"Hey Em. What are you doing here?" I asked sitting down next to him.
"Waiting on Dad." He answered never taking his eyes off the game.
"I like you and Rose together." I tell him.
"Yea?" He cuts his eye overs with a small smile.
"Yea. You compliment each other well. It's nice."
"I think so, too." He said grinning.
We sat in a comfortable silence, both of us waiting for someone else, watching the game.
Once my father was ready, he and Emmett left. It was long after that Aro arrived. He had on some dark blue jeans hung low on his hips, a blood red tshirt with a black tribal pattern over the chest and back of it, Timberlands, and a matching hat.
He looked good.
"Hey ma." he greeted me at the door.
"Hey." I smiled up at him. I grabbed my purse and my jacket and slipped out the front door. I wasn't suppose to be going anywhere without a guard, but Aro counted. He would notice something before anyone else anyway. Aro may seem off in his own little world but he was paying attention to every little detail.
He opened the door and helped into his Range before walking around and getting in.
"Where are we going?" I asked looking over at him. His black hair was gelled to be controlled, styled.
"It's a surprise." He said with a cheshire grin.
Emmett's POV
We were having a meeting in a private room at Club Rocks. It was an upscale place. Mob owned and mob attended. My father's guy, Paulie owned it. We always had a room reserved. It was my father, myself, Caius, Felix, Carlisle, Alec, Demetri, and Marcus.
"Cominciamo." (Let us begin.) Marcus said.
"Our daughters have been attacked. The boys believed it to be a revenge attempt by a distraught brother. I think someone of such small status wouldn't have attempted to take on us without someone else putting them up to it." Caius spoke.
My father nodded.
I paid attention.
"We believe there may be involvment with the Denalis. They are trying to use small hoods to distract us from something bigger." My father said.
This grabbed my attention. The Denalis were a large family, not as large as our own. They had always craved the kind of power and status our family had. If they thought they could break us they had another thing coming. We were tight knit, well trained.
They hit us, we would hit them back so hard they would never see it coming.
"We need to keep on top of everything. It's time to flush out staff. See who is loyal as they should be. As soon as we know for sure the Denalis are involved we'll make our move." Marcus said.
We all nodded in agreement. Even if he hadn't been right in his choice we would have agreed. He was the Boss.
"Let's enjoy the rest of the night gentlemen." Marcus said raising his glass and we followed suit. We toasted to this thing of ours and spent the next hour having drinks and some of the guys recieving dances from the girls that were brought in. I've enjoyed alot of lap dances in my day and then some but I wasn't feeling it. I missed Rosalie.
Things were busier than ever and it was going to get even busier.
I made eye contact with my father and nodded towards the door. He nodded his head with his approval for me to leave. I got up and made my way through the club, finding myself in the parking lot. I sent the valet to go get it, I didn't like starting my own vehichles.
He pulled around and opened the door for me. I tipped him a big face and pulled away. I pulled my cell out and dialed Rosalie.
"Hello?" She answered after a couple of rings.
"Hi babe."
"Emmett." She cooed into the phone. I loved her voice. Rosalie had the kind of voice that dripped with sex. It didn't matter what she was doing.
"You ready for me to come over?" I asked switching lanes on the freeway. I had my place in the city and a room at my parents, yet I was sneaking into Rose's every night so I could sleep with her in my arms. Once she turned 18 I planned on her moving into my place. I saw no reason to wait. Sunday I would ask Demetri for her hand and then I would put a rock on her finger.
"Yes." She giggled into the phone.
"Be there in fifteen." I told her.
"Ok. See you then." She said hanging up.
I pulled up around the block and made my way down the street. I crept through the shadows in the yard and slipped in the side door of the kitchen she left open for me. Demetri wouldn't be home until the early hours of the morning and Heidi would be passed out at this hour. Tony and Al were guarding the house and we were cool so nothing was said about me sneaking in.
I walked up the stairs quietly walking down to Rosalie's bedroom. The door was cracked open and I stopped peeking in. Rosalie was standing in front of her vanity with nothing but a little black silky thong on. She had one leg up on the bench rubbing lotion on her thigh. The way her tits moved as she slowy, sensually rubbed the lotion into her creamy skin had me hard as a rock.
I groaned, adjusting myself.
Rosalie heard me causing her to look up. She smiled at me and stood up.
"Are you spying on me?" She said walking over to the door, never covering up.
"Are you trying to drive me crazy? God damn Rose, if you don't cover up I can't be responsible for my actions." I said kicking her door shut with my foot. I quickly closed the distance bewteen us and grabbed her hips, pulling her close to me.
"I don't mind." She said licking my neck. My dick was throbbing against my belt.
"I do. I'm not rushing this. We have three weeks. We can hold out." I told her closing my eyes.
"Oh alright." She huffed backing off, she turned and stomped over to her wardrobe and the sight of her ass jiggling had me wanting to bend her over and ram my dick so deep she would taste it.
"Killing me woman." I said going into the bathroom and throwing some cold water on my face to calm me down. I thought about how much better I would feel when Rosalie was in my home, I could bury it every night and fall asleep with her in my arms. I would always know what was going on as far as she was concerend.
I came back out and found Rosalie laying on the bed in some red and black plaid shorts with a matching long sleeve top. Thank Jesus she had put on those instead of one of those little silky numbers. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my shirt off, climbing into the bed next to her.
I laid on my side and pulled her in close to me while she was slipping through her DVR. She put on some show about vampires and witches and shit. What the fuck? She watched intently the whole time.
"What is this garbage?" I asked kissing her temple.
"The Vampire Diaries."
"I don't like it."
"I do." She said smiling at me knowing she had won.
Whatever. If something as simple as a tv show makes her happy, then she could have it. I would do everything in my power to make sure she never wanted, needed, or hurt for anything. I was not going to watch it though.
I set an alarm on my phone for six, wrapped my arms tighter around Rose, and went to sleep.
Edward's POV
We had found out it was Laurent's brother that did the shooting. What we didn't know was how he knew who was responsible for his brother disappearance. We had a rat and it was time to clean house. I lived for this shit.
We had been weeding people out all week. It finally came back to a skank that worked in one of the clubs. She had been fucking Laurent and he had mentioned working with some other guys to get in on our business to this bitch. She ran her mouth to his brother when she hadn't heard from him after a couple of days and he retaliated. My baby sister took care of that dumb fuck and now I had taken care of the skank ass quasigirlfriend.
Problem solved.
Isabella had been on my mind alot lately. She knew about the family now. She was keeping silent. I trusted her. Something about her just reached out to me. She was loyal, I didn't question that. I did question my feelings for her. I couldn't see myself ending up with a cop's daughter. I needed a ride or die kind of bitch in my line of work. Things had to be taken serisouuly in this life.
I would be expected to settle down eventually, produce children to carry on our way of life. I had never had a serious relationship or even the desire to have one. I was the fuck 'em and leave 'em kind of guy. I was nineteen. So why was Isabella constantly on my mind?
I hadn't been around her alot but I found myself drawn to her. I felt something for this girl and I was trying to lie to myself about it.
Isabella was a distraction I couldn't afford, I tried to tell myself.
She was a cop's daughter, I told myself.
I was repeating these things over and over to no avail.
I needed a distraction from my distraction so I called Aro.
"Yea?" He answered. I could hear a broad giggling in the background. I had been around but Aro was the manwhore of this group.
"Let's go get some drinks."
"What's good?" He asked.
"Usual. Just wanted to have a drink." I told him
"I'll meet ya in an hour at the club." He said.
"Aight."
"Aro, get off the phone!" A voice whispered in the background. A familiar voice.
"Wait, is that my sister you fuck?" I yelled into the phone.
He hung up.
Was that Esme? I would kill him. I decided to start drinking and deal with him when he got there.