Trigger Warning!!!

Edward's POV:

Four Months Ago:

I laid there in shock as I listened to her quick retreating footsteps.

My face was aching, as was my body and my pride was more bruised than my ass as I laid there in the carpeted floor of that fucking hotel.

Fuck, I was never going to hear the end of this if the guys found out! The bitch hit me hard too! The entire left side of my face was aching like I ran into a fucking concrete wall.

Who would've thought that such a dainty little hand could hit so hard? I sure as fuck didn't.

Fuck, I had to follow her. If she was here, then I had the stinking suspicion that she must've gotten something and that something valuable is missing.

I groaned as I slowly sat up. Realizing it was already too late. She was long gone.

I chuckled in pain and surprise as I sat there.

Here, I was thinking that this would be a calm night of possible fun yet here I was, sitting on the ground.

That those plans certainly went out the window. Especially now that my head felt as if my brain wanted to bounce out of my skull.

I got up and made my way out of the hotel and drove myself home.

I made snap decision that night, I was going to fucking find this mysterious girl and show her what pain really is.

But first, I had to find out who she was and who she was working for.

Unfortunately, that was easier said than done.

The next morning, I sluggishly got out of bed and headed into the shower.

My fucking face hurt worse than the night before, but even my entire head and body hurt, I had shit to get done.

The woman's face came to my mind as I finished getting dressed.

She was a mystery, something that made me feel something I thought I wouldn't get to feel again. I had to find her, but all in due time.

For now, I had some important tasks to complete.

Starting with paying a certain someone a little visit.

After showering, I changed into a white button down, before slipping on a pair black slacks, and a black jacket.

I forewent having breakfast and headed out to one of the empty warehouses near the docks.

As I arrived a few men were already littered around, guarding the building.

"Mase." One of them said in acknowledgment.

It was Louis, I noted. A young man who had started from the bottom and quickly climbed up, proving himself worthy of being in this business and life.

I jutted my chin once, "Where is he?" I asked.

"Basements, sir. Your two brothers and cousin are already in there waiting for you." He told me.

I nodded in response before heading inside.

The entire building was used as a front for weapon transport, and a few side jobs here and there.

As I made my way through the building, I could hear muffled groans coming from the basement.

A cold smirk formed on my face as I approached.

They all turned as I walked in.

A large boulder was placed in the middle of the room.

"Alistair."

His head snapped in my direction, eyes wide, as his bloody face paled.

"Mase! You have to hear me out. I swear this is all a mistake." He begged, trying to get out of the chains.

I shook my head in disgust at him. We had all seen the proof, heard the calls, and watched the videos.

This man has no scruples.

He crossed a line we all vowed not to cross. Bringing so much pain, and agony to what was supposed to be his family.

I couldn't allow him to live. A man like this roaming about, was a danger to society.

He willingly involved himself in a human trafficking ring. Kidnapping young women and children alike, to sell them for money.

Money being the root of all evil. The truth had never been such a cold slap to the face.

"It's all a misunderstanding, Mase. I swear!"

I shook my head. "Why'd you do it, Al?" I asked, ignoring his pleas.

He looked down, "I — I needed the money. Romina was threatening to leave me! She was going to take the kids!" He cried out.

Romina was a Spanish woman, who made it abundantly clear she hated being with Alistair.

To her it was nothing but a mere arranged marriage.

She had left the moment we got our hands on Alistair, without so much as a glance back. Taking the children, and all their money with her.

I shook my head, "Had you come to me, instead of doing this we wouldn't be here right now." I told him simply.

He shook his head. "Please! Just let me—"

"No. You've violated one of the most sacred vows we strive to uphold. You cold-heartedly allowed young woman and children to be sold into a human trafficking ring. You know we don't participate in this. And yet you did it willingly." I told him, as I pulled out my gun from my back, clicking the safety off, before pointing it towards him.

"No, Mase, please! I have a family!" He begged.

"You don't have to worry about them. They'll be well taken care of. Romina has been in her homeland since three o'clock in the morning. You won't be missed." I replied.

He was about to say something else, but I had already pulled the trigger.

His face was frozen in horror, his eyes wide and jaw slack as he fell limp onto the boulder.

"Get this mongrel's carcass out of here. Dispose of it. Make sure nothing is found. Burn all of his belongings." I ordered before turning around and leaving the room without a second glance back.

A moment later, I made my way out of the warehouse, and climbed into my car. Heading to the office of the one person I knew could help me locate her.

"I'm sorry Mase but a description isn't going to help me find much. I need a name, a scar or something to help narrow it down." Jenkins replied.

Fuck.

"Fuck, I don know." I groaned.

"''I don't know' isn't going to help find her, either." He quipped. "Now, think harder." He adds annoyed.

I scowled at him, dropping onto his couch, before I closed my eyes and tried to do what he told me.

Fucker was lucky he was a trusted friend or I would have put a bullet between his fucking eyes.

"Let's see… she's got these amazing hazel eyes, a small scar above her left brow, a small beauty mark next to her lips. A small vine tattoo on her left forearm. She's pretty tiny too. About five foot two or three, I think." I told him, trying think of something else.

I felt his eyes as I sighed, "Quit looking at me like that, fucker." I scowled.

"You like her." He replied amused.

"What— no. I don't. I'm looking for her because she took a flash drive that contained a bunch of shit that could get us all killed. I need it back. Gregorio Di Lorenzo failed to keep it safe. Now, it's my job to retrieve it and keep it safe. I have to find her." I informed him.

"You wouldn't be looking for her so hard if she was someone else. What did she do? Did she kick your ass or something?" He asked, amused.

I scowled down at my feet, rubbing the left side of my face subconsciously.

"Oh shit! She did? Oh now, I know I really have to meet this broad." He guffawed.

I scowled harder at him, "Keep laughing fucker, and I'll bust a cap in your knee cap." I growled under my breath.

"Woah, easy now. I was just—" he began.

"Cut the shit and get to work, asshole, I need this done promptly." I ordered before getting up and leaving.

I don't know who she was, or where she was but I knew I had to find her.

Little did I know that by me doing so, it was going to change my life by epic proportion.

Present:

"Has Jenks found anything?" Jasper asked me.

"A few things. But nothing useful. The trail went cold after the heist in Santorini." I mumbled rubbing my face tiredly.

"Really?" Emmett asked, frowning.

I nodded, "All that was found was a blurry image of the woman, not enough to get a good description. The Odysseus Ruby gone, and eight men were found dead. After that nothing. It's like they've vanished into thin air." I replied, disappointed.

"Does our dad know that we're doing this?" Carlisle asked.

"No, and you better not tell him, Carl. I mean it. You may be a well known surgeon, even the best in this state, But here, you're my brother, nothing else. So watch what you say." I told him.

He nodded in response before Jasper sighed.

"Ed, calm down. He wasn't goin—" Jasper said.

"Jazz, I don't have the patience for either of you fuckers today. You two need to leave before I lose my shit." I ordered.

As soon as they left Emmett turned to look at me, "They're just as worried as we are. Calm your shit down." He ordered.

"Not now, Emmett. I found something the other day in my house. I need to find Isabella. She's got a lot of explaining to do." I said, before standing up.

"Where are you going now?" He asked me.

"Out." I snapped, as I slid my coat on, and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

I walked hastily out of our office, before making my way down the stairs that lead out of the building.

"You better be alright, uccellino. Because if you're not, I'll truly lose my shit." I mumbled as I got in my car and drove off.

I glanced at the small object sat on the passenger's seat as I drove off.

Author's Note:

How are we feeling? Speculations?