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"Success. It's got enemies. You can be successful and have enemies or you can be unsuccessful and have friends." Cattano - American Ganster

Previously...

"Eddie boy, if you don't let me in I'm going to pee myself." I slapped his arm.

He had his key out but stopped midair, teasing me.

I really had to pee.

He had stopped laughing and was staring at me.

Did I mention I had to pee?

His eyes were hypnotizing me.

I swear it looked like he was getting closer to my face.

I kinda had to pee.

Before I know it, his lips are touching mine.

His soft, yummy lips.

It wasn't a dramatic kiss, a sloppy kiss, it was chaste with a hint of passion that left me wanting more.

Please.

Thank you.

Didn't I have to pee?

Edward's POV

Isabella's lips molded perfectly to mine. It gave me a fucking head rush. I never wanted to stop kissing her. Hell, I wanted more. What the fuck was wrong with me? Alice had pulled her into this thing of ours and she had wormed herself a little home in the middle of our group.

She was a pig's daughter.

Chief Pig.

I kept telling myself these but as time went on those words held less and less weight.

I pulled back taking in her perfect pink swollen lips and the crimson stain of her cheeks.

I was in trouble.

Run, run like a motherfucker! My head screamed at me.

But I was still planted in front of this gorgeous angel.

"You should get to bed. Forgive me for keeping you Isabella." I told her reaching around to open the door.

Her face fell and so did my heart.

I watched her in the apartment knowing Emmett and Rosalie were already home then I went for a walk to go find my balls.

Isabella's POV

Edward kissed me.

Edward. Kissed. Me.

Edward.

Kissed.

Me.

What the hell? It was like a slice of Heaven. Then he went and ruined it by backing off.

I know I'm not perfect but I look good. I'm probably not on his level but I will be.

Mary Alice had been trying to groom me for a couple months now. I was going to start taking notes. I would be the perfect little Mafia lady and I would snag my man.

I climbed the stairs of the penthouse to the guest room and the door was shut.

I knocked.

Giggles came from inside.

Who was in there? That was where I was suppose to sleep.

I knocked again.

"Occupied!" Jasper and an unknown female voice came from the other side of the door.

Great. Where was I going to sleep?

I went back downstairs with my bag to the downstairs bathroom. I peed, changed, and washed my face.

I walked back out into the living room dropping my bag next to the couch.

"Hello there, my name is Bella and I'm going to sleep with you tonight." I said in a sleazy voice to the couch. I was still feeling good ok.

Maybe the couch wouldn't run away.

Again and again.

Bastard.

Edward's POV

I went back to the club and found Aro and Esme dancing on top of the bar. I wanted to knock his teeth down his throat but truth be told, if my sister was going to be with a wiseguy I was glad it was him. Aro was a good guy, a stand up guy. He would always take care of her.

"Edward!" Esme shouted when she saw me.

I nodded and headed over.

I didn't even order a drink, just reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of Maker's.

"Aww Edward, are we gonna PAR-TAY?" Esme said errupting into giggles.

My sister was such a silly drunk.

"Something like that. Are you not tired yet?" I asked glancing at my watch. 3 a.m.

"Never!" She said twirling around. She lost her balance but Aro caught her before shw could go anywhere.

"It's like the Tiltawhirl at the carnival!" Esme squeals. Aro laughs and I may have cracked a little smile.

I wasn't feeling it.

I was hoping my balls were at the bottom of my bottle.

Aro climbed off the bar bringing Esme with him.

"Dance down here, Ma." He told her before taking the stool next to me.

"What's good?"

"Not a damn thing."

"Why is that?" He knitted his brow at me.

I took a very large gulp out of my bottle.

"I sorta kissed King Pig's piglet."

"Damn. That still doesn't seem that bad cuz."

Another large gulp.

"Why's it gotta be bad?" He asked when my response was another drink from my bottle.

I looked at him like 'seriously'?

He raised his eyebrows.

Esme is twirling behind us like she is some kind of fucking gypsy fairy.

"I can't afford that kind of distraction."

"All made men settle down. It's kind of an unwritten rule fucker." Aro pointed out.

"Not with cops daughters." I point out.

"Touche." He said taking a sip of his beer.

"Maybe she could not be the daughter of a cop." Aro said setting his beer bottle down and walking towards my sister.

"Let's get you home Ma!" He hollered scooping her over his shoulder.

"See you at the apartment brother?" Esme hollered while hanging upside down.

I nodded not even turning around.

I took another drink out of my bottle and looked down into.

I still didn't see my balls.

Maybe another bottle.

Or a line.

I don't usually touch that shit but I was all kinds of twisted and I needed something to settle my nerves.

Carlisle would have some.

I made my way up to his office and knocked.

"Yea?" He called out.

"It's me." I said before chugging the last of my bottle.

"Yea, come on." He answered.

I walked in throwing my bottle in the trash can and sat on the couch.

"What about it?" Carlisle asked sitting behind his desk. His tie was off and his shirt unbuttoned. His hair was unnaturally unruly.

"What the fuck happen to your hair?" I asked beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol.

"You're one to talk." He retorted.

"I know my shit unkept. That still doesn't explain yours. You fuck a waitress or bartender or something?"

"No. What ya want?"

"Any powder here?"

"Yea. I'm not paticipating. I'm about to go home."

"Whateva. I don't need the company."

Carlisle shook his head at me and opened his drawer pulling a baggy out.

He stood up and threw it on the table.

"I'm headed out. Have fun." He said putting his jacket on.

I nodded and grabbed the baggy leading the way out of the office.

He hit the lights and locked the door.

I headed down the hallway to Em's office and used my key to get in. One day when he had moved up, this would be my office.

I flipped the lights on and took in the appearance of his office. Emmett wasn't one for cleaning. Maybe now that he was with Rosalie she would clean this shithole.

I sat in his chair pulling the baggy out of my pocket and sitting in on the desk. I used my credit card to cut up a couple lines then rolled up a big face. I leaned over the first line and held the bill to my nose, closing one side with my fingers, then snorted. There was a slight burn for a couple seconds then numb. I waited a moment and did the other line.

I leaned back in the chair letting the coke take full effect on me.

After a few minutes I stood up wiping my nose and straightened my jacket. I cleaned the desk and left the rest of the shithole as I found it.

Lights out, locked up.

I drove around for a couple hours with Sinatra cranked thinking about Isabella.

I was undeniably drawn to her at this point but the circumstances were not in our favor.

I didn't even know if she was even feeling me.

I mean, I know I'm the shit but Isabella doesn't seem like she would get into the bad guys for a relationship. Her hanging with the girls and keeping our secret is a whole different ballgame than being with a made man.

I'd been made since my eighteeth birthday. I killed a man at fifteen. I was born and bred for this life. All of us sons were just like our fathers before us. I don't think I would have been denied had I wanted another way of life. Carlisle went to fucking medical school for Christ's sakes but he still would be in this life. I've never wanted anything else.

I loved it.

I lived for it.

I was fucking married to.

Aro and I ran the drug and gun shipments.

I had easy a couple million stashed away and that's just what I didn't spend.

I worked hard and I played hard.

I had blown all kinds of cash but I did had enough sense to put a little something something back in case. I would add more as time went on. I wasn't fucking stupid. It wasn't like in the movies where they ball like a fucking rap video.

Real mobsters, they take care of each other's families. They save. They never go broke except for the occasional one who snorts all his money. That's why they don't like us young bucks using anything but hey, we're young and wild and we don't give a fuck.

Around five I decided to head back and take my shower to start another day. I was mellowed but not tired. That's the great thing about coke.

The apartment was quiet when I strolled in. Everyone passed out from the night's events.

As I was walking past the living room, something caught my eye. I stepped into the room and turned a lamp on. There asleep on the couch was Isabella.

The fuck she on the couch?

I walked upstairs and went to the guest room and tried the door.

Locked.

I grabbed the lock pin off the top of the frame and opened the door.

Jasper was passed out in the bed with two naked strippers.

Fuck that.

I went to my room and pulled the covers down, leaving the small lamp on the bedside table on.

I walked my ass back downstairs trying to figure out my reasoning for doing all this extra work.

Oh yea, my feelings for this girl.

Isabella looked cute as hell snuggled up with one of the couch cushions. All she had to keep her warm was the throw off the back of the couch.

I was going to kick Jasper's ass.

I gently picked her up bridal style and began back up the stairs.

In her sleep, she curled into me and I swear she sniffed my shirt.

I laid her down in the bed as gently as possible trying not to wake her before looking through the closet for a fresh suit.

I grabbed my stuff and headed to my bathroom to take a shower.

I didn't stay in there as long as I normally would but I had shit to do.

I got out and realized I had forgotten my shirt so I walked quietly into my bedroom to get one.

Isabella looked sexy as hell in my bed, I won't lie.

"Edward..."

Was she awake? Did I wake her up? Would she be made I moved her?

I was raised to take care of women. She didn't deserve to sleep on a couch. Especially when jackass wasn't even suppose to be at our place.

I walked closer to the bed when she never opened her eyes.

"Vanilla please." She said.

Hot shit, she talked in her sleep.

Wait, that could be a bad thing.

I decided to slip on some lounge pants and lay down with her for awhile to see what she said.