Mob Boss, a twilight fanfic

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Mob Boss

Chapter One: Happy Wife Happy Life

Bella Cullen

With grace and poise, I ascended the grand marble staircase, a recent addition to our opulent Seattle beach house. Its pristine steps guided me towards the southern wing. With each step I took, my new Manoloblahnik white satin jewel buckle pumps emitted a satisfying click, resonating against the smooth and even surface beneath me. The sentry stationed just below the grand staircase undoubtedly enjoyed a delectable sight, for I had carelessly left my thong in the confines of my bedroom. Now, clad only in a pristine robe of lustrous white satin, my bare form remained concealed beneath its ethereal folds. Such a scandalous spectacle, if ever discovered by Edward, would surely result in the unfortunate guard's dismissal from his post.

The delicate fabric of my robe cascaded gracefully, its hem barely grazing the midpoint of my smooth, waxed thighs. I had taken great care to ensure their flawless appearance, for I knew Edward would take pleasure in their sight. We were on day five of our vacation to Seattle and I hadn't seen him since the night we arrived. Edward, the epitome of sophistication, spared no expense in lavishing me with the finest luxuries. As we embarked on our private jet, a team of attentive crew members awaited our arrival, ensuring that our champagne was chilling on ice, ready to be savoured. And to further indulge our palates, a platter of delectable chocolate-coated strawberries awaited us, a sweet temptation that perfectly complemented the opulence of our journey.

Once the crew had inserted their earplugs, they found themselves handsomely compensated for their commitment to remain concealed behind the veil of the cabin throughout the entirety of the flight. In the midst of our journey, Edward introduced me to the art of the mile high club, where the boundaries of pleasure transcended earthly limitations. At an altitude of thirty thousand feet, we embarked on a voyage that would awaken sensations within me that I had never before fathomed.

Yet, what heightened the allure of this ethereal encounter was the tantalising detail that I remained adorned in my heels throughout the entirety of our flight. Ever since our helicopter gracefully touched down on the rooftop, Edward had become consumed by his work, leaving me longing for the romantic getaway he had so eagerly promised. After an interminable period of anticipation, I could no longer bear the weight of my patience. Determination surged through my veins as I made my way towards his office to confront him.

As I ascended the grand staircase, my gaze fell upon the expanse of the illuminated corridor that stretched before me, a pathway to the heart of the south wing. There, standing guard with steadfast loyalty, were two of Edward's most formidable henchmen, stationed on both sides of his office door. With an air of confidence, I strode towards them, my head held high. Marco and Dante, ever cautious, averted their gaze, their eyes fixed upon the ceiling, deliberately avoiding any contact with me and my flowing robe. They were well aware of the dire consequences that awaited them should they dare to meet my piercing gaze. Clad in their customary black Armani suits, they exuded an air of sophistication and danger. Their attire was impeccably coordinated, complete with matching ear pieces. One could only imagine the arsenal concealed beneath their sleek exteriors, with no fewer than four, if not five, lethal weapons adorning each of their figures.

As I approached, Marco graciously swiped the key card and open the door, granting me passage inside. Crossing the threshold, my eyes fell upon Edward, who stood in the midst of the room, engaged in a hushed conversation over the phone. An unspoken decree governed our lives, decreeing that under no circumstances should I ever be barred from Edward's presence. No matter the nature of his engagements, be they of a professional nature or otherwise, no door was to be closed to me, for I was his wife.

Edward and I had traversed the threshold of many different families ever since we entered into his criminal life. Each household, it seemed, possessed its own unique set of regulations and customs. Yet, amidst this kaleidoscope of diversity, Edward and I remained resolute in our conviction to adhere to our own principles, steadfastly upholding the practises that resonated most deeply within our souls. We took great care to communicate our preferences to the diligent staff, ensuring that they comprehended the essence of our chosen path.

The frigid tendrils of the air conditioning snaked through every corner of the house, casting an icy spell upon the air causing my nipples to stand at attention, their presence felt even through the thin fabric. Yet, I found myself powerless against the mounting dampness nestled between my trembling thighs, a sensation that seemed to materialise solely in the presence of Edward.

I observed as his gaze meandered down the length of my figure, lingering on every curve and contour, until it reached the very tips of my heels. A mischievous smile played upon his lips, betraying the pleasure he derived from this visual feast. The heels, bestowed upon me by his graciousness, arrived as a testament to his unwavering devotion.

For years, I had stumbled through life, a total klutz, burdened with a lamentable lack of coordination. Yet, Edward, in his infinite wisdom, summoned a cadre of skilled artisans to rectify my affliction, mending my misalignment and restoring my equilibrium.

I no longer found myself gradually acclimating to the discomfort that walking in heels brought. No longer an insurmountable obstacle, it became a mere inconvenience, a minor tribulation to be endured. Yet, even amidst the allure of heightened stature, I could not deny the solace that my trusty flats provided. They remained my steadfast companions, offering respite and unwavering ease, forever my true haven of comfort. Yet, as I caught a glimpse of Edward's gaze whenever my feet graced the ground in those elegant heels, a surge of desire coursed through me.

Edward lingered on the phone, his gaze fixed upon me as I delicately grasped the ribbon of my robe. With a practised ease, I unravelled the knot, allowing the fabric to fall away, unveiling the tantalising sight of my bare form nestled beneath. I strode purposefully towards him, a silent determination in my every step, leaving no room for Edward to interject. With deliberate grace, I swayed my hips, a subtle yet potent display of my power, captivating his attention.

As I reached up and elegantly swept my hair to one side, a seductive gesture that caused Edward to instinctively moisten his lips, I relished in the control I held over him. With measured steps, I navigated the room, my heels whispering against the polished floor. His gaze, intense and penetrating, traced the contours of my form. Edward remained unfazed, his gaze steady and unyielding, as I descended to the ground, my body succumbing to the weight of my desire. With steady hands, I extended my fingers towards the metallic clasp that held his Gucci belt in place. Without hesitation, I swiftly unfastened his zip, allowing it to slide down effortlessly.

The black fabric of his Calvin Klein boxers yielded to my touch, revealing a tantalising glimpse of what lay beneath. His manhood, already displaying signs of arousal, beckoned me further into the depths of desire. Edward's shaft, devoid of any trace of pubic hair, possessed a captivating allure that most women would deem perfection. Its dimensions were generous, both in girth and length, evoking a sense of awe. A delicate shade of pink adorned its surface, while droplets of pre-cum gently oozed from its apex at the mere sight of me before it now.

Edward eased himself into the depths of his plush, obsidian-hued leather chair, the weight of the phone pressed against his ear. Meanwhile, his hand found solace atop my head, a gentle caress as I positioned myself over his lap. With a sense of anticipation, I enveloped him with my lips, embracing the intimate connection between us. I seized his attention by imbibing every detail of his member through that initial encounter, provoking Edward to react with a forceful grip upon my hair.

As a surge of anticipation coursed through his veins, a trickle of pre-cum escaped his grasp, moistening my eager lips. With a fervent determination, I embarked on pleasuring him, my mouth enveloping him with a fervent intensity that left me breathless.

Meanwhile, my left hand descended, delicately cradling and teasing his testicles, while my right hand skillfully attended to the base of his throbbing member. A slight wave of nausea washed over me, causing me to stifle a reflexive gag to his length. Edward, seemingly unfazed, sank deeper into his chair, his nonchalant demeanour urging me to push the boundaries of my audacity. Meanwhile, he remained engrossed in his ongoing telephone conversation.

I raised my gaze to meet his, a mischievous sparkle in my eyes as I playfully taunted him for his prolonged attention. With a subtle gesture, I released my lips from his member, delicately dabbing at the corners with a serviette, deliberately refusing to finish.

Edward's piercing gaze locked onto mine, his lips curling into a mischievous chuckle. With a subtle wink, he conveyed a secret message that only I could decipher. Engrossed in a hushed conversation conducted in the melodious cadence of Italian, he exuded a flow of secrecy and sophistication. As his conversation unfolded, Edward's hand ventured forth, its touch as gentle as a feather. His fingertips danced across the contours of my chin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. With a tantalising grace, he traced the outline of my lower lip, igniting a dormant fire within me.

In a swift motion, I felt an irresistible pull towards him once again. Edward's hand ventured down the curve of my spine, delicately resting upon my left buttock. With a firm grasp, he bestowed a playful spank, igniting a tingling sensation. His touch then wandered, tenderly caressing my breast, leaving a trail of anticipation in its wake. His hand, firm yet gentle, found its way to the back of my head, guiding me as I moved with purpose. Tears welled up in my eyes, a mixture of pleasure and frustration, as I persisted in my futile endeavour to accommodate him entirely.

My gag reflex, ever so sensitive, proved to be an unyielding obstacle in the face of Edward's divine proportions. I yearned to satisfy his desires, and as I exerted myself, a subtle quiver coursed through his manhood nestled within my eager lips. It was particularly evident when I delicately applied pressure to his testicles, eliciting a response that heightened our shared pleasure. Edward hung up the phone, his voice still resonating in my ears, as I felt an explosion of emotions surge within him. With a swift gulp, I swallowed the remnants of his cum, ensuring that not a single droplet escaped. I couldn't help but relish in the power I held over him, as I wiped the corners of my mouth with deliberate grace, a subtle act of submissiveness. Rising to my feet, I made sure he bore witness to my unwavering composure, a silent declaration of my unyielding strength.

As I pivoted gracefully, my gaze fixed upon the robe that lay just beyond my reach. In that moment, Edward's hand connected with my ass, eliciting a playful grin to dance upon my lips. Retrieving my robe with a sense of purpose, I proceeded to traverse the room, my steps guided by a silent determination, until I found myself standing before the pair of chairs that awaited me in front of his imposing desk. As I gracefully crossed my legs, he diligently fastened his trousers.

"Thank you, my love," Edward murmured, his weary body sinking into the plush embrace of the chair. He yearned to catch his breath, his head nestled against the cushioned backrest.

"You've not stopped working since we got here" I complained

"I know and I know we have plans to go out tomorrow. Don't worry, I won't cancel"

"You've cancelled our other plans already"

"We'll go out on the yacht tomorrow, I promise. We'll swim and I'll leave my phone back at the house"

"Who was on the phone?"

"An old acquaintance from Rome. There are rumours Aro is taking on a forth wife"

"Well we won't be attending that wedding"

"We will"

"Edward!"

"No Bella I mean it. If we are invited to the ceremony we shall attend. It's time Aro be made aware of his dwindling power here in the states"

"He only invites us to get under our skin. He's so proud of the fact that he believes he can equally love all of his wives"

"He doesn't have what we have and it infuriates him"

A gentle rap echoed through the room, drawing our attention to the door. As it swung open, Marco stepped inside, his gaze fixed solely upon Edward. It was as if I, a mere presence in the room, had become invisible to him.

"Mr Cullen. We have to leave now sir if you want to make your next meeting on time." Marco informed him.

With a gracious nod, Edward expressed his gratitude, his words dripping with sincerity. He swiftly took his leave, excusing himself with a haste that betrayed a sense of urgency. I gracefully returned to Edward's side, gracefully lowering myself onto his lap, feeling the gentle touch of his hands caressing my thighs.

"You still haven't told me what you want for your birthday"

"Bella, I'd rather not celebrate it. There's a lot I want to do here in Seattle we might not even make it back to Forks in time"

"Yes we will I promised your parents. So if you don't think of something you want then I'll just have to come up with something myself"

"What more could I possibly want?"

And so, with those words hanging in the air, Edward gently pressed his lips against my forehead.

Indeed, it was an undeniable truth that Edward and I had amassed a considerable fortune within the first few months of our marriage The beach house stood as a mere fragment of my grand design, a single piece in a vast mosaic of properties that I intended to lure Edward into renovating. Witnessing the meticulous craftsmanship poured into the beach house, I yearned for nothing less than to elevate all our other assets to that same lofty standard, if not surpass it entirely. The walls exuded an ethereal aura, adorned in a pristine coat of crisp white, accentuated by delicate strokes of gold trim. Each room, a testament to grandeur, boasted floors crafted from the finest marble, their polished surfaces gleaming with a newfound radiance.

To the untrained eye, our home may have seemed austere and devoid of warmth. Yet, for Edward and I, it possessed an allure that resonated with our deepest desires. The grand estate boasted a total of eight luxurious bedrooms, each adorned with its own lavish en suite bathroom and spacious walk-in closet. The kitchen, meticulously outfitted with top-of-the-line appliances, beckoned culinary enthusiasts to create culinary masterpieces. A hidden gem within the estate, a wine cellar awaited, housing an impressive collection of fine wines. Entertainment was paramount in this luxurious abode, as evidenced by the presence of a games room, complete with a billiards.

The house boasted a sanctuary of relaxation and rejuvenation. A sanctuary that encompassed a sauna and stream room, where the ethereal vapours embraced weary bodies and melted away the burdens of the day. Adjacent to this haven, a heated pool beckoned with its inviting waters, adorned with a Jacuzzi nestled gracefully in its very heart. Within the expanse of our dwelling, four sitting rooms awaited, each exuding its own unique charm and allure.

Downstairs you could find a total of four sitting rooms. Among them, a magnificent bar room beckoned with its balcony doors, offering a direct path to our secluded beach sanctuary. Here, nestled amidst the pristine sands, stood four beach cabanas crafted from the finest white oak, their elegant allure enhanced by billowing white curtains and sumptuous thousand-thread-count sheets. We found ourselves in possession of sleek Jet skis, a majestic 200-foot yacht christened 'The Isabella' by Edward, and a secluded pool house where our vigilant security detail kept a watchful eye on our environs.

Under Edward's guidance, we had ascended to a realm of refined sophistication that now enveloped our everyday existence. In the wake of our sorrowful loss, a tender bud of hope withered away, leaving behind an empty space within his soul. The vibrant hues of our once blissful union faded, replaced by an enigmatic darkness that clouded his countenance. I, too, found myself adrift in this unfamiliar realm, grappling with the weight of his melancholy, yearning to restore the radiance that once danced in his eyes. Sadly my efforts proved futile, for the key to his happiness eluded me, hidden within the depths of his wounded heart.

The arduous journey we had traversed stretched far and wide, spanning countless days and nights. Edward's transformation into a mobster was no hasty affair, for it commenced with utmost subtlety. In the beginning, it was nothing but a mere act of rendering a few favours to his trusted acquaintances, those remnants of a bygone era. Yet, little did we fathom the burgeoning of this clandestine path, as it burgeoned and burgeoned, spiralling into an intricate web of darkness.

The initial wave of terror crashed over me, threatening to drown my senses. Edward, my beloved, sought solace in something, anything, to fill the void left by the loss of our precious baby. A desperate yearning for distraction consumed him, rendering him vulnerable to the whims of fate. And then, like a tempest unleashed, Aro descended upon the tranquil town of Forks, demanding answers as to why I, against all odds, remained human.

It was in that moment that Edward's composure shattered, his fragile facade crumbling under the weight of his inner turmoil. His desire for power consumed him, a relentless hunger that gnawed at his very core. He yearned for everything that Aro possessed, craving it with an intensity that bordered on obsession. His ambition knew no bounds, as he envisioned a future where he stood at the pinnacle of authority, reigning supreme over all. The mere thought of wielding such immense power sent shivers down his spine, for he longed to instill the same paralysing fear in Aro's heart that had once gripped ours.

As my gaze lingered upon Edward. Did he, in the depths of his being, genuinely desire to possess all that Aro held dear, even to the extent of acquiring multiple wives? The question hung in the air, a tantalising enigma that begged to be unravelled. He was acquainted with a select few individuals immersed in a world where husbands maintained both a matrimonial bond and public affairs, particularly those driven by a desire to expand their family, thereby bolstering their influence for generations to come.

No Edward would never cheat on me I knew that in my soul and yet the idea was rather enticing, building onto the Cullen family however we could to ensure Aro wouldn't show up again at our front door.

Aro found himself pursued by a multitude of vampires, a diverse array of creatures that had long lurked in the shadows, their existence concealed from the world. For years, Aro had safeguarded a secret, a truth so closely guarded that it had remained nothing more than a whispered tale, a mere rumour that circulated among the supernatural realm.

However, with the advent of my pregnancy, that secret was now poised to be unveiled, its significance looming heavily. Contrary to popular belief, the mystic vampires possessed the ability to conceive offspring, a truth concealed by the cunning Aro for countless years. The secret, shrouded in darkness, now emerged from the depths of obscurity, casting an eerie light upon the mysterious world of the immortal beings.

In the realm of the nocturnal, where creatures of the night roamed, two vampires found themselves bound by a peculiar constraint. Their insatiable thirst for blood could only be quenched by the life force of animals. It was this very limitation that led to the extraordinary circumstances surrounding the conception of our child, a tale that shall forever be etched in the annals of our existence. It had been years since he had tasted human blood.

A rumour that Aro's first wife might be pregnant at the moment made me even more determined to discover ways to support Edward and increase our family.

Maybe having a baby of our own wasn't enough to strike fear into Aro's heart. It was far from a commendable motive to bring a child into the world. The truth lay hidden, veiled in the unspoken words between Edward and me. The notion of bringing another life into this world had not graced our conversations. In the depths of our shared ambitions, it seemed that the timing was less than ideal for Edward to embrace the role of a father. His tireless commitment to expanding our empire consumed his every waking moment, leaving me with a lingering sense of inadequacy. There were instances when I questioned whether my presence alone could anchor him amidst the tumultuous tides of his aspirations. As the hands of the clock continued their relentless march, a sense of restlessness settled upon us. The familiar routines and predictable patterns that had governed our lives for so long now seemed stifling, suffocating even. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was time to break free from the shackles of convention and venture into uncharted territory. Perhaps it was time we tried something different all together...