Author's Note:

Possible Trigger Warning!

This chapter doesn't reflect the views or beliefs of the author, read at your own risk.

Edward's POV:

One Week Prior:

"Ed, Dad wants to know if you'll be coming in on Monday?" I heard Emmett ask through the Bluetooth speaker in my helmet as I rode in the direction of the Forks docks.

"No, I've got shit to handle, and your little friends only seem to be messing around," I say as I shift my weight on the bike.

I heard Emmett whistle, "Be careful look, Ed. I heard Vlad has been down there fishing around." He warns.

I snort, "You think I care about some pussy ass bitch who literally just arrived to try to take over this turf." I spit out.

"Don't underestimate anyone. That's how cousin Dalon got made." He warns.

I humph, "Right, we'll see. You seem to be under the impression that I am still the prepubescent adolescent you met in Chicago. That's not the case. Keep talkin' though, puñetas." I replied before hanging up.

I try not to think about all the shit I've dealt with for years now.

But it was useless to regret anything.

I mean, I've lost more than I can bare, my only solace was that I can help people heal from these types of situations.

But imagine losing it all in the span of weeks?

I didn't wish this pain, resentment, or anger on anyone.

Still, I couldn't complain. Despite it all, I had learned quite a few rounds here and there.

In all honesty, meeting my biological parents had been a blessing in disguise. Why? Because prior to Uncle Aro's downfall, I had learned of what had truly happened, and how I even ended up in Chicago.

The sole reason is one. Mark Flint.

The worst cop in the state of Washington State. Three DUIs, an accidental manslaughter, and two drug charges, yet he was still a cop. Not for long if I have anything to say about it, and I do.

Especially since he is currently working under the watchful eye of a Charles Swan.

Now I've done research, this guy is as crooked as they come. The bloke makes me look like an angel.

He also has a sketchy past. Like the death of his first wife, Renee Higganbotthom, and the estranged, and I'll bet strained relationship with his only biological daughter.

Things just don't add up.

Neither does the fact that my biological parents and aunt and uncle are apparently from Podunk.

It doesn't add up.

Holding in an exasperated sigh, I slowly climb off my bike before quietly moving to walk across the lot into which the docks are located.

My head immediately goes to the past and everything I found out before the Callaghans' deaths.

I didn't spin out because I found out I was adopted. If you can call it an adoption.

See, I was taken from my parents when I was two, the people who did it, did it because someone paid them to do so and they paid with their lives for doing so.

Anyway, I spun out after I found out Siohban and Liam knew all of this and neglected to reach out or even tell the proper authorities about me or my location. Instead opting to take money from Sean O'Brien, and keep me hidden.

That betrayal destroyed any love I held for them. The night they all died I wasn't supposed to be in the car. Yet I was, I thought it fate to be honest.

I had killed off a few men and their respective partners. I wasn't surprised that someone finally wished to finish me off since the Callaghans didn't do it. Which they were supposed to.

Shortly after Uncle Aro found me and took me under his wing, I finally met my real family and began to feel worse than I had.

I wanted an out, and though I technically never did swear my loyalty to anyone besides Uncle Aro, so it became a moot point.

It is what it is, the past won't be changed because I dwell on it, at least, that's what my therapist says.

Shortly after Uncle Aro's death, I was told by my father to fly out, that he wished to meet with me.

The meeting was him basically informing me of everything that happened while I was and what was happening now.

Note that I walked out without looking back, but that didn't stop them from interceding in my life. Private and otherwise.

It's how I ended up as an executioner of sorts, in Emmett's company, though I only stayed to get enough money to the fuck out.

Unfortunately, it's almost been nine months and I am stuck here. Unable to free myself from the grasp of this life.

Not now, maybe not ever.

All thoughts come to a halt as I shift on my bike and slow it down to a stop.

I let out a scoff and roll my eyes at myself and my thoughts as I make my way past the warehouse and to the docks.

There's a group of teens crowding around along with a few men I recognize.

I shake my head at the sight, nothing but wet behind-the-ears group of pubescent teenagers.

"Who the fuck are you?" One of them asked, finally gaining some attention.

I smirk, "I was sent here by Ed. This is his turf." I say.

They all flash each other looks of confusion.

"You're at the wrong place." The older one says.

I shake my head and point to the large grate on the cement. "That is ours. As is all of this." I state, motioning around.

One of them pulls out a gun and I smirk as he points it at me.

"Listen, we already told you —" He managed to say before I pulled out mine and shot him in between the eyes.

Three guys try to spring into action, but I simply shift my arm and shoot them in the leg and arms.

"You work for me now. Get your people in line and stay the fuck out of my way and I won't fucking kill you. Steal from me and my family and I will feed you alive to the rats." I say before walking away only to hesitate, "Clean this shit up, and leave." I add.

By the time I arrive back in Seattle, I am dead on my feet.

I only manage to shower, change and grab a fucking energy shot before getting in my truck and heading out again.

I was in such a hurry that I almost ran over a fine-ass-looking girl on a bike.

She shifted like a pro and made to follow me, but turned at the last minute.

I ended up being late to the meeting with my father and brother, where they informed me that I had two jobs to complete before the end of the week.

With that, I set out to do my search before heading home.

I tried to work, but was unable to because my mind kept going to the girl with the bike.

I was distracted for the better part of the day wondering if I'd ever see her again, until I ran into a buddy of mine, Seth Clearwater.

He invited me to go for lunch, and we caught up on everything. From what he had been up to, to how he got here. Even mentioned that his sister was the one who helped him set up his business by giving him a loan.

I was intrigued, mentioning that I had been trying to get a loan to open my tattoo shop for a while with no success.

His eyes lit up as if I had just given him the best idea before he threw himself into an explanation.

Once lunch was over he told me to come back later to talk about the details more thoroughly with said sister.

Imagine my surprise when the woman from earlier walked in and spilled her coffee over my head after realizing who I was.

I could still feel myself smiling as she walked out angrily.

"I am so sorry, bro, I didn't know she was going to do that. You good?" Seth asked.

I nodded in response, "Yeah. I am." I responded as I wiped my face, and held the white t-shirt away from my chest.

"Then why are you smiling like a dumbass?" He asks, amused.

I smirk at him, "Because I just met my future wife." I told him.

He guffaws, falling into the overstuffed chair behind him as he does, laughing until tears are falling down his cheeks.

"What's so funny?" I ask him, raising a brow at him.

He sits up, snorting as he wipes his face with his hands, before giving me a very serious look, "She will squash you like a bug. Bee isn't someone to mess with, and knowing you, she'll probably end up kicking your ass if you fuck up. I don't think you should mess with her." He says.

I scoff, "Please, she can't be that bad. She's your sister after all." I respond.

"Stepsister." He clarifies. "But that doesn't matter, she's my sister through and through. So, I will give you some advice, if you're hell-bent on trying to go after her, don't mess with her, because she's the type of girl who will bend over backward to make you happy but if you betray her, she'll be gone before you can even blink." He tells me.

I nod, "I'll keep that in mind." I tell him before heading out.

Author's Note:

Hope this chapter cleared up a few questions asked, if not, they will eventually.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. See you all soon.