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"The greater the man, the greater the crime."

~~Charlie "Lucky" Luciano

Edward's POV

I called my brother's cell for the umpteenth time getting his voicemail once again. I shook my head in aggravation and slipped the phone in my pocket before opening the door to the room that held shithead Martin.

"Eddie!" Blaze greeted me.

"Don't fucking call me Eddie." I glared at him as I walked towards the chair holding the asshole that was probably responsible for the previous night.

"Lighten up. Life's too short." He grinned. That was the thing about Blaze. Nothing got him down. He was always in a good mood, in high spirits. Didn't matter if he was fucking or fighting.

"Life's about to be that way for Martin here." I smirked. Martin flinched back. He was middle aged, but looked older. He tried to run with the big dogs and now he was going to get bit.

"What's a matter?" I slapped his cheek, "Did you get pissed because you couldn't hang with the big guns? Not Italian, so you couldn't be made. Did that eat you up, Martin? Bet that crazy ass whore of a daughter didn't help, huh?"

"I-I don't know w-why I'm here." he sputtered out.

"I thought you would say something like that." I gestured for Blaze to bring my bag around. I kept all my favorite tools in that black leather bag.

I zipped it open and grabbed a pair of brass knuckles. Sliding them onto my fingers and flexing my hand, I grinned an evil grin at Martin before my fist shot out and connected with his nose. He yelled out and blood poured out of his nose.

"Why?" He wailed.

"Because you shot at people important to me. YOUR daughter came after my girl. MY SISTER got shot because of you. I know about the shit you had going on with Denali. You see my family resolved that problem. You'll be the same way. In fact, I plan on setting an example with you."

Crocodile tears started falling down his face. I'd tortured a lot of men before, but no one had ever cried like a baby like him.

I stood up quickly knocking the chair back before swinging my arm over and over again, taking all my frustration out on Martin. I beat him until his face was a bloody pulp resembling raw hamburger meat.

"Chain him up." I ordered calmly once he was unconscious.

The guys strung him up, and Blaze shook his head laughing while lighting a cigarette.

I pulled a knife from the bag and tossed the brass knuckles to the floor, ignoring the sting radiating through my hand. Gripping my fingers around the handle I plunged the knife into his throat and worked my way down to his gut. Blood and intestines poured out. I stepped back, and Isabella's face flashed through my mind. I didn't feel bad. I felt bad for not feeling guilt or remorse about any of it. I was bred for this life, and nothing would change that.

My phone vibrated, and I opened the message from Carlisle.

She's here.

"Blaze, I need to go. Once he bleeds out, fold him into a box and leave it on the fucking court house lawn for example."

"Sho' will." he smiled, and I left texting Carlisle I was on my way as I walked to my car.

Carlisle greeted me at the door holding a small bundle wrapped in a white blanket.

"Hello."

"Where is Kate?" I asked not really looking at the baby.

"In the room. Labor was quick and easy."

This will be, too. I thought walking past him and into the room.

Kate's eyes filled with tears when she saw me. She knew what I was there for. I didn't hesitate before drawing my gun from my jacket and pulling the trigger. Her head fell back on the pillow and blood trickled down her forehead. To be sure she was completely gone, I put two in her chest and walked back out.

"Was that necessary with the baby so close?"

"Yes."

He shook his head. Mallory was making him soft.

"How are you going to explain this to Isabella?" He said holding the tiny baby towards me.

"Doesn't she have a carrier or something?" I held my hands up. I didn't not like babies, I even planned on having some of my own, I just didn't know what to do with them.

"Edward, how are you going to handle this baby if you can't even hold her?"

"I don't know, Carlisle, I haven't thought about it that far. I just know I won't hurt a baby, and I thought Isabella should have her since it's the only relative she has."

"Not counting Anthony?"

"I don't know what to think about Anthony yet."

"Yea, yea. I have to get back to check on your sister, so take the baby home. I'm sure Isabella will know what to get her, and if not I'll have Mary Alice send someone with a list to the store." he shoved the baby in my arms and handed me a small diaper bag. "I snagged this from the hospital. It will only do for a couple of days."

"Carlisle..."

"You'll be fine." He smirked at me and grabbed his medical bag before walking out the door.

I just stared after him like a dumbass while holding the baby uneasily in my arms.

Aro's POV

Esme's parents left to go home for a little while and get a change of clothes. My mind was numb from everything that happened. I sat next to the hospital bed and held Esme's small hand between mine. I quietly prayed and waited for her to wake up. Carlisle told us the medicine would make her drowsy.

After a couple of hours she tightened her hand in mine.

"Hey, Ma."

"Aro." She smiled at me.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I got shot."

"I was so scared. I thought I lost you. You lost so much blood."

"I love you." She smiled again with heavy lids.

"I love you." I kissed her knuckles. "I know you're tired, but we need to talk about something before your parents get back."

"What's wrong?" She asked, her eyes widening.

"Did you know you were," I swallowed the thick lump in my throat, "pregnant?"

Esme just sat there with a stoic look.

"Es?"

"There has to be some sort of mix up. I'm on the pill and..." She stopped talking and started counting on her fingers. "I'm late. I'm late! I didn't even notice!"

She started to panic, and I climbed into the bed with her to wrap my arms around her, trying to sooth her.

"Am I still...?" She asked quietly.

"Carlisle says the risk of miscarriage is extremely high due to stress. No one knows but us and Carlisle."

Esme cried softly into my chest and I brushed my hands through her hair over and over trying to comfort her.

"We'll figure it out together." I kissed her hair.