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blood chapter 9

I folded my last collared shirt and put it in my suitcase before going over my clothes one more time. Everything was exactly as I wanted it, with neat rows of shirts, pants, underwear, socks, belts, shoes and toiletries.

I hated packing while at the same time, found joy in it. It was one of the small things that kept me sane in this crazy world.

I sat next to my gigantic, open suitcase on my bed and let out a deep breath.

It had been five days since that disastrous dinner at my parents' house. My brothers, Carlisle and I were supposed to go to Russia on Tuesday but our trip was delayed because my father had some other matters to attend to so it was pushed back a couple of days.

Since I actually had free time, I was able to see Selena more than I thought I would and that put me in a better mood.

As of now, Carlisle and I weren't speaking.

After I dropped Selena off at her dorm on Sunday, I did a little driving before I went back to my parents' house and pretty much had a two hour screaming match at my father for treating Selena so horribly. We had disagreed before on things but it was never as bad as it had gotten when I stormed into his office. I was livid that he made her feel like shit and I knew that he was going to act that way but it still pissed me off.

For the first hour, he just sat there and listened to my rants but then stood and gave me the 'I'm looking out for your future' speech. Selena was the first girl I had ever brought home and I should have waited longer than one day to let her meet my parents. Esme was fine and more infatuated with Selena than I was but Carlisle seemed to think that this was another one of my sexual flings that was going to go by the wayside.

Maybe I was just jaded but I couldn't really see his argument very clearly. Carlisle was being a jackass and I had never outright defied him before so even I was kind of shocked when I told him that I wasn't following his orders to stop seeing Selena. I walked out while he was talking and that was the last time I had said one word to him.

Could that day have gotten any worse?

Not only was I mad at my father but I had to watch Selena the whole time like a hawk. I needed to know that she was alright around my family.

I knew on Saturday, that Selena would probably be coming with me to church but I didn't want to warn her or she might flake out. What I wasn't planning on was being such a wimp about her meeting Carlisle. Like I told her, he was dangerous and could be quite scary if he wanted to be.

Emmett was texting me throughout the entire service, telling me to man up and just take the plunge. Easy for him to say when his girlfriend was a half Italian, Catholic, piano prodigy who actually worked for my father. Emmett and Rosalie were set. Jasper and Alice were set.

Selena and I…not so much.

Dinner was going well up to a point and my father behaved although I could tell that he didn't like Selena. Whether his reasoning was just or not was still to be determined but that was beside the point.

Of course, I had to deal with some things after dinner and Carlisle usually made it a point to not deal with crime things on Sunday but we couldn't help it. We had an execution to complete and just finished the fucker off in the woods behind the house. No one would mind.

My father and I saw each other throughout the week and Esme tried to force us back on good terms but I didn't care. I wasn't going to do what he wanted just because he didn't like Selena. That wasn't my problem. Everyone else loved her, minus Rosalie but she was a major bitch anyway so I didn't really expect her to.

My father on the other hand, I thought would at least have some composure but instead, he interrogated Selena like she was on death row.

He wouldn't tell me what he asked her about but I got the general idea from Selena when I took her out to dinner the next night. She told me that she was terrified of him but held her ground pretty well, which I knew she would but it still made me mad.

I had never been so angry at my father before and I was about to rip my hair out from just looking at him but I thankfully had Selena to keep me calm. Since she was in school, it wasn't like we could spend all day together but I had her all to myself during the nights. I would literally scratch my skin until five in the afternoon when I could speed to her dorm to pick her up for dinner.

We went to Carmel with Alice and Jasper a couple of times, I took her to some of my favorite places around the city and one night, she just wanted to sit in her dorm and eat pizza so that's what we did. I was still hesitant to even step foot in that shit hole but I kept my mouth shut.

I still didn't know how to be a boyfriend and all of this was very new to me but Selena was patient. What surprised me the most about Selena was that she didn't put up with any of my bullshit. I knew I had a short temper and on several occasions I blew up, not necessarily at her but I couldn't help myself when waiters spilled shit in my lap or when men eyed Selena up with lustful glances.

It was a wonder that I hadn't killed anybody this week.

I quickly found out that Selena was the best part of my day. She made me actually laugh and I was able to let my guard down with her although I had to put it right back up when people came around. I was still trying to learn how to walk the line between a complete psychotic killer and a man who was totally obsessed with a woman. They were two separate characters but Selena knew how to handle them both.

Now, five days later, I was just getting used to the fact that she was eighteen. Selena was eighteen.

I had to say it to myself fifty times a minute until I got it through my head. How the hell did I end up in this situation? She seemed so much older. How could she be eighteen? There were seven years between us and that was highly unacceptable in some of the circles I ran in. If I was forty and she thirty-three, then fine. If I was twenty seven and she was twenty-once, like Alice and Jasper, then fine. That would have been okay but Selena was barely legal.

I had to convince myself that nothing was out of the ordinary because I was already getting a wall of shit from my father, I didn't need anything else to rip me from Selena. She kept asking me if I was mad at her for deceiving me with her age but the truth was, it didn't matter to me. Yes, it looked bad that I was basically fucking a child but what was I going to do about it?

After that initial shock, I dropped her off at her dorm and just drove for hours.

I came to a realization that I was trying to find ways of ending my relationship with Selena. I wasn't mature enough to handle this and I was trying to sabotage it. That's when I realized that no matter how hard I wanted to pull away from her, Selena had a gravitational pull that I would never understand.

I had to let myself go completely for the first time in my life and just ride the wave that she took me on. I was also more determined to keep what Selena and I had intact. I could be my own worst enemy in all of this and I wasn't going to let outside influences tear us apart whether that be my father, the age difference, or whatever else. I was stronger than that.

That being said, Selena and I didn't really bring up the age thing because it was just a little too awkward right now.

I still hadn't gotten tested yet like Selena want me to because I couldn't find the time but that still didn't mean I had to keep Selena from experiencing the pleasure of my tongue or fingers.

That one night when she wanted to eat pizza in her dorm, I wormed my way into pussy. From the noises she was making and the way she was gripping my hair, I knew I had given her the most intense orgasm of her life. It was my fingers at the beginning of the night and my tongue right before I left. I couldn't wait to dive into her fully again but that had to wait until I got back from Russia.

This was going to be a rough couple of days without seeing Selena and I felt completely pussy whipped. I planned on leaving her dorm last night so that I could come home and pack but she basically begged me to stay since we weren't going to see each other for several days. I suddenly realized that Selena was dangerous.

She gave me "that look" and I couldn't deny her anything. I crumbled and stayed the night, not even realizing that I had other things to do. She probably had the ability to control people's minds. That's how she got her hooks into me but I didn't mind it.

Even though I was mad at my father for being a fucker, I watched the way he was around Esme and figured out that I didn't have to shut myself off from Selena just because I was a treacherous monster. Carlisle loved Esme more than anything in this world and he might be a bastard to everyone outside of the family but he knew how to separate the two worlds. I needed to learn how to do that.

I still hadn't told Selena one thing about this life that I lived and I didn't plan to for a very long time. That's why I wasn't mad at her for keeping her true age from me. That wasn't anything compared to the crap I had under my hat. My original plan was to scare her away. That didn't work too well because Selena was tough shit and my attitudes or blow ups wouldn't make her falter so I gave up.

At this point, I didn't really want her to leave. I hoped that if we were deep into whatever we developed, she would be able to look past my faults. Esme had, Rosalie had, would Selena? I prayed that she would. The truth was, Selena and I were already deep. Five days into our fucked up relationship and I felt like we had been dating for years. I had fucked her once, given her three orgasms, spent nights over her dorm and I was completely lost to the world.

I didn't notice until Emmett pointed it out but I hadn't gotten high since meeting Selena and that was unheard of. I had basically been in a constant state of inebriation since I was fifteen. I had even tried to cut out drinking since I learned that Selena was eighteen. I was slightly mad at her for drinking alcohol while around me this whole time because I was already living in so much sin and had a rap sheet that would put the devil to shame, I didn't need the police on my ass for serving alcohol to a minor.

Selena would always pout when I took the wine from her or ordered her a soda instead of a Blue Mountain but she was going to have to get over that. I didn't want to tempt her when she was around me so I tried ordering boring stuff. I actually spit out some horrible shit at dinner a couple nights ago and Selena laughed at me. She gave me permission to dink around her so I took that to its full advantage. I didn't get drunk of course but I enjoyed some strong stuff a couple of times.

In any case, I was going to miss Selena even if it was for a couple of days. I wasn't afraid to admit it.

I woke up this morning, not wanting to leave her room but I had to go. I promised that I would be back in a few days and she gave me an end all kiss that I almost used to convince myself to stay but I had to go, as much as I didn't want to. We said our goodbyes and I was going to call her every night.

Maybe this boyfriend stuff wouldn't be so hard after all.

I hated that she was able to control me like this but on some level, it was alright with me. I was normal for the first time ever. Of course, I still had to smash heads on the side but Selena was quickly becoming a big part of my life.

I sighed heavily and looked around my room for something to clean while I waited.

I snapped my fingers and remembered that Emmett had spilled a beer the other night on the kitchen floor and I had done a quick clean but not a though one. I jumped off of my bed and went to the bathroom sink where I kept the sanitizer bucket.

I filled it with scalding water, detergent and Clorox before taking it into the kitchen with a washcloth. It might seem overly dramatic to clean a stain with sanitizer like it was mold but if I didn't, I would feel dirty. At least I didn't rip the flooring up like I was tempted to do.

I took off my black, Armani leather jacket and laid it gently on the counter before rolling up the sleeves of my white shirt. I got some yellow gloves out from the cabinet and snapped them onto my hands. I made sure to keep my crisp pants away from the spot near the fridge as I began to polish.

It took me ten minutes of good, hard cleaning to get the stain up although it was gone after the first couple of wipes. I just had to make sure so I kept scrubbing. Since I was already on the floor, I decided to just clean the whole thing and it took me another half an hour until my floors sparkled.

I didn't mind cleaning for myself but anyone else could do their own shit. I wasn't a maid although the OCD in me made it hard to watch things get soiled.

I stood up and appraised my hard work before dumping the now dirty liquid into the sink and letting it dry upside down. I put everything back where it was supposed to go and then sat on my bed again, at a loss of what to do now.

As if it knew my boredom was creeping up, the house phone rang and I rolled over the sheets to reach it, "Hello?"

"Mr. Bieber, your ride is here."

"Thank you. I'll be down in a minute." I hung up the phone and jumped off of the bed, checking my room to make sure I had everything I needed.

I zipped up my suitcase and put on a coat, my sunglasses and watch. I made sure I had my messenger bag with my laptop in it and then turned off all the lights.

I locked up, dragging my carrier behind me as I went into the elevator downstairs. The doors dinged and I stepped out into the lobby of the building.

My suitcase rolled as I walked outside and met Shaun. He was a tall, heavily built man of about fifty who had been a private driver for me since I was young. He took me to school for years and was basically a part of my family. Today he wore a nice suit complete with sunglasses and a driver's hat.

"Hello, Mr. Bieber. Can I help you with that?" He took my bag from me and put it in the trunk, "I hear you and the boys are heading off to Moscow?"

"Yes." I nodded, "Family matters."

"Of course, I understand." He answered, knowing all about out underground dealings. He had learned over all these years to never get too involved in things.

I got in the back of the black town car and five seconds later, Shaun was speeding off down the crowded streets on our way to Palwaukee Airport, which was the place where private planes left the Chicago area.

On the way, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Selena's name flashing on the screen.

Good luck.-B

I quickly typed back a reply.

Good luck on what?-E

Your business trip. I expect you to sell lots of houses!-B

Oh, right. I'll bring you home a souvenir.-E

I want one of those dolls, that fit inside of another doll, and then another doll, and then another doll…-B

Gotcha.-E

I'll miss you.-B

I didn't know how to respond to that and I looked at my phone for at least ten minutes, wondering what to do. Would I miss Selena? Of course I would and I could admit that to myself but would she think I was weak?

I took a chance.

I'll miss you too.-E

I waited for a reply but nothing came.

I had to stop over thinking this or I was going to go crazy. It was only a few days but I felt like I was going off to war or something.

It took about forty-five minutes to arrive at Palwaukee and Shaun had to flash a special badge to pass by security. He drove onto the runway in the back where a private hanger held small jets that were owned by the rich. Of course, my father had two. I hadn't flown commercial in probably fifteen years.

Yeah, I was spoiled.

I got out of the car and went around back to get my bags.

"Hope you have a pleasant trip, sir." Shaun said.

"Thank you." I shook his hand and then went to go join Carlisle, Esme and Emmett who were already waiting near the entrance to the hanger.

"Eddie, finally. What took you so long?" Emmett thundered.

"I had things to do this morning." I hugged my mother and completely ignored my father, "What are you doing here, Ma?"

"I want to come with you all. I haven't been to Moscow in years." She said excitedly.

"I told you that this wasn't going to be a very pleasant trip, sweetheart." Carlisle had an arm around her waist.

"I know but I can stay in the townhouse. I don't care."

"Where's Jazz?" I asked, looking around.

"Right here!" I heard him yell and turned around. He was carrying two massive suitcases, more like dragging them and it looked like he was pulling boulders.

"What the hell is all of this?" Emmett raised his eyebrow.

"Alice packed for me." Jasper was panting by the time he reached the group, "She said I needed help in picking out my outfits."

"Okay..." I said more like a question.

"Don't say anything." He pointed at me, "I'm whipped but I don't care."

I guess he was taking this new way of life better than me. The only problem was that Jasper had been with women before and more than just one night. He had some girlfriends that actually lasted years although he was always distant with them because of our line of work. At least he had experience.

We talked amongst ourselves, me still ignoring Carlisle, until the jet pulled through the hanger and stopped in front of us.

The plane was a large sized, Gulfstream G550/GV. It sat fifteen, had the ability to travel up to five hundred and sixty miles an hour and was built for supreme luxury.

A crew dressed in neatly pressed suits took our bags and the white steps to the plane descended so that we could all get on.

The best thing about flying private was that we could do anything we wanted. No lines, no waiting, no screaming children but most importantly, no security. I literally walked on board with a Browning stuffed down my pants.

The whole plane was very stylish, embellished in warm wood and earth tones. Plush chairs and couches lined the walls, cream carpets were on the floor, there were two bathrooms, two sleeping cabins, TVs, outlets for electronics, a full service galley and circular windows that provided lots of light.

"I hate Russia." Emmett grumbled as he buckled himself into his seat. We were in the four that were facing each other with me sitting next to Jasper, across from Emmett. I didn't want to be in my father's eye line. Esme spread out on the couch, reading her magazine.

"We can go to the Smirnoff factory again." Jasper got a look of pure joy on his face.

"I already have my list." I said, "I ran out of vodka months ago."

The plane took off after we were all served a lunch of steak and vegetables. The plane was in the air smoothly like we were basically floating and by the time the seat belt sign dinged off, I was itching to get back to Selena. This wasn't healthy.

Emmett and Jasper went to walk around, watch TV, do whatever and Esme came to occupy the seat next to Carlisle. I read through a gun magazine and after an hour, the tension seemed to melt away like it was nothing. I could keep playing this game for years.

"You're not going to say anything to me?" My father asked when we were over Philadelphia. We had to make a stop to re-fuel in New York but after that, it was a straight shot to Moscow.

"No, I have nothing to say to you." I flipped a page in the magazine.

"Justin, stop being so childish." My mother said, "And Carlisle, stop being so boorish."

"I have a right to protect my family."

"Oh right, because Selena is such a big threat." I replied sarcastically.

"Justin, you don't know who she is. After I did the background check..."

"See, stop right there." I looked at him, "You had no right to look into her business. She isn't one of your clients that you can just dig into. She has nothing to hide and she doesn't deserve to be treated like shit from you."

"Language, Justin." My mother whispered.

"Do you know how old she is?" He sat calmly with his head tilted slightly.

"Yes, I know how old she is and I've gotten over that. I don't need you to jump into my life just because you don't like her."

"How old is she? Twenty-one, right?" Emmett asked from down the plane.

"No son. Your brother is having sex with an eighteen year old girl." Carlisle replied with a hint of anger in his voice.

"First, get out of my business and second, we're not having sex, not for lack of trying on my part but Selena lives by some kind of moral code."

"Oh Justin..." My mother sighed, "Eighteen?"

"Yes, eighteen but what can I do about it?" I was getting angry now, "You need to stay out of my life." I pointed at my father.

"Your life is my life. Family over women, Justin."

"She is the only good thing around me these days. Between you breathing down my neck and everything else I put up with, I need normalcy and she's it." I snapped and went back to my magazine.

No one said a word as we flew into New York and when we touched down for an hour long break, I went outside to smoke.

Who the hell did my father think he was?

I was a twenty-five year old man. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted and I didn't need his permission. Of course that wasn't true but still.

In our world, my father was the be all and end all. He was known as the Capo di Tutti Capi or Boss of all Bosses. He basically ruled all crime activity dealing with Italians throughout the world. Out of the six major Italian mafia families, we were the highest on the chain and Carlisle was God, if you will. He might rule everyone else but he didn't rule me.

I dropped my cigarette on the tarmac of the runway and pulled another one out of my pocket, lighting it easily. I drew in a breath and let out a calming puff.

"Let me get one." Jasper said from next to me suddenly. I handed him the pack and he lit his quickly, "So, you and Dad still not talking?"

"Oh, we're talking but as you can see, we're not on good terms."

"Obviously." He took a draw of the cigarette, "Do you know why he's so messed up over this?"

"No and I don't care. He should be happy that I'm happy or just shut the fuck up and let me live my life."

"He can't do that Justin."

"Why? He likes Rosalie, he basically fawned over Alice for a week, why can't he accept Selena? He made her feel like shit."

"It's just different for Emmett and I and you know it."

"What are you talking about?" I pulled more smoke into my mouth and let it slowly.

"Come on, dude. You're the heir, the principe..." He said in Italian, "...he expects you take over."

"So, why can't I do that and still be happy?"

"He doesn't want you distracted. He's just trying to protect you."

It was times like these when I could see the age differences between my brother and I. Jasper was only two years older but was wise well beyond his years. Emmett was three years older and as much as I hated to admit it, even he had a certain level of maturity that I didn't.

"Well he should have talked to me about this and not jump down her throat. She doesn't know what's going on and he didn't have to be such a jackass." I sulked.

"I know, but I'm just explaining things to you. He is doing what's best for the family."

"The family, what family?" I muttered under my breath.

We stayed in New York for another half an hour and by the time I got back on the plane, I was still pissed so I decided not to talk to Carlisle, just like I had been doing.

I knew I was acting like a child but he had to understand that I could do what I pleased, within reason. I had a life outside of this one and I deserved to at least try to be normal.

The plane took off and we were in the air, cruising a couple minutes later.

I kept up my depressed facade and leaned back in my seat, pulling my ipod out. Selena had copied her entire music library onto my computer so that I could listen to some of the stuff she had. I was more of an oldies type guy and hadn't put anything on my ipod that wasn't made before 2000. Selena was more of a mellow rock type girl and I was surprised to learn that I like a lot of her music.

I took a nap that I didn't plan on being too long but when I woke up and checked my watch, I saw that four hours had passed. I stretched and looked around the cabin.

Emmett and Jasper were furiously hitting buttons on the Xbox, trying to beat each other at some racing game, my father was going over business documents and I didn't see Esme but I heard water running in the bathroom.

Carlisle lifted his head, his eyes hidden behind half moon glasses when I woke up.

"Glad to see you're awake, sleeping beauty." He chuckled.

"Don't do that." I snarled, "Don't act like everything's fine."

He shrugged, "I just don't see what your problem is. I did what I thought was right."

"You don't see what my problem is? How about the fact that you basically scared the hell out of Selena. She didn't deserve your attitude last Sunday."

"I didn't think it would matter. Once you get bored of her, you'll drop her just like every other woman." He said nonchalantly.

At this point, I was livid to a level of anger that I hadn't felt in a long time. I thought that I was a tiger, waiting to make his kill. I had to remind myself that this was my father or I would have blown his head off right there.

"You don't know anything about me. Ever since I turned thirteen, it's always been business with you."

Carlisle took off his glasses and sighed, "Justin, this isn't a therapy session. You know I love you, I love all of you but you're different and you can't just be with anyone."

"Why not? I'll be with whoever I want."

"Do you really think you know her?" His eyes hardened, "Do you?"

"Yes, more so than you at least."

He reached in his briefcase and pulled out a folder, flipping it open, "Did you know that she had surgery when she was six to correct a bone in her hand that healed wrong after she broke it the year before?"

I kept my mouth shut.

"Did you know that her stepfather had a gambling debt that could buy me a new car? It's paid off now and he hasn't stepped into a casino since but you can't erase bank records."

I couldn't say anything.

"Did you know that her mother got pregnant last year but miscarried? I don't even think Selena knows that."

I just glared and felt my lips press into a tight line.

"Thank God she has enough Italian in her to be legitimate. One eighth is more than enough to qualify but that doesn't cover up everything else."

"Are you kidding me? How can you love Rosalie like she's your daughter but treat Selena so horribly?"

"Rosalie is like a daughter because Emmett loves her."

"This is pathetic."

"Did you know that Selena's father mortgaged his house to put her through college? And that's not even the best part. Did you know that said father is a cop? A cop, Justin!" He threw Selena's background at me.

This provided an unforeseeable problem.

What was the chance that the girl I couldn't stay away from, had a father who was a cop?

"Not just a cop, Justin. He's the chief of freckin' police for that little po-dunk town in Washington. Could you have put us in a worse position?" He sat back in his seat, obviously proud of himself that he had stumped me.

I silently read over the pages he had and saw her father, Charlie's impressive police career list. Not only was he the chief of fucking police but he was a part of the Department of Security in Washington state.

This was impossible. This must be some kind of punishment for all the shit I've done in the past. What the fuck was I going to do now?

If her father was police, then he would have heard the name Bieber. Everyone had heard the name Bieber. Had she talked about me with him? Had she mentioned anything? Had she told him about my father?

Holy shit! This was not good.

After I thought about it for a second, doubts started to creep into my head. Was she working for the police? Had she been sent to infiltrate me or something crazy like that? She seemed so nice and genuine. Was that all a lie?

No!

I knew it wasn't. I had more faith in her than that. I had more faith in us than that. Forget what the papers said. I knew what was real and I could tell when people were lying. Selena didn't know about my life and even though her father might be a cop, that still didn't diminish that fact that I wanted to be in her presence at almost all hours of the day.

That being said, this was something that wasn't a push in the right direction. Maybe this was a sign, some kind of omen that things between Selena and I wouldn't have an easy road. This was like a forbidden love, Romeo and Juliet mess that I had gotten myself into.

I was the son of a mob boss, she was the daughter of a police chief. How much more fucked up could we get?

"Family before anything else, Justin." Carlisle said lowly, "Drop her now before anyone gets hurt."

"Is that a threat?" I asked, almost in a growl.

"Absolutely. I won't have my entire empire, crumbled because you think with the wrong head."

"Would you rather I spend all my time with Vienna or Tanya? I'm sure we would have wonderful children together and your dynasty could stay intact."

"Vienna would be better than some piece of eighteen year old, street trash you picked up at a club."

"Fuck you." I threw the papers back at him and it was the first time that I had cursed at my father.

It was like the world stopped spinning and the air grew stale with tension.

Jasper and Emmett, who had been watching our shouting match, were both looking on with mouths hanging open.

I heard the gun cock before I saw it.

It was a massive Desert Eagle, similar to mine but two times bigger and entirely gold plated. Carlisle didn't shy away from decorating the thing so there was a substantial size ruby on the left side of the handle that used to be his mother's. He paid a pretty penny to have it laid in his gun.

The barrel of the shimmering gold was pointed right between my eyes and my breathing hitched for a quick second.

This wasn't the first time my father had pointed a gun at my face but this was the first time I had seen such anger behind his eyes. It was terrifying.

"Speak to me like that again and I will not hesitate to pull this trigger." He said so calmly that I was literally scared for my life.

"You wouldn't dare." I said in a soft voice, too afraid to actually talk.

"Don't test me, Justin. I've killed lesser men than you and I won't put up with your disloyalty."

"Si punta una pistola a tuo figlio. Come è che, per slealtà?" I said in Italian and even I was surprised by my boldness.

You're pointing a gun at your son. How's that for disloyalty?

I heard the sweet humming of my mother as she came out of the bathroom and her heels thumped on the carpeted floor.

"Carlisle!" She screeched when she saw what was going on, "What is wrong with you?"

"I'm just handling things, sweetheart. Our son needs to remember where his loyalties lie."

"I'm in control of my life, not you." I said through my teeth, very scared about my current situation and hoped that my father wasn't as daring as he came off.

Carlisle's eyes got bright with rage as he nearly shoved the gun into the flesh of my forehead.

"I swear, I leave for two minutes and a gun fight has immerged." Esme said harshly.

"I won't shoot him." My father replied.

"You're damn right you won't shoot him." Esme snatched the gun out of his hand so quickly that I didn't see it. She disabled the Eagle in a swift motion, breaking it into its four mechanical pieces within a second and threw them on the sofa behind her.

Carlisle looked like a child as his lips pouted and his whole body deflated.

"I can't believe you." Esme had her hands on her hips, "What has gotten into you lately, Carlisle?"

He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off, "I don't want to hear it. I can't even describe what I just saw to you. I should have taken a picture so that you could see how monstrous you just became."

"I wasn't going to harm him." My father's voice was actually timid.

"You had a gun pointed at our son's face." She said slowly, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry." He bowed his head and I didn't know if he was talking to her or me. I couldn't see his eyes but could still feel the anger rolling off of him or maybe that was my own fury.

"We need to talk." She pulled on the collar of his shirt and he lifted out of his seat, following her. Esme stomped back into their room and the door shut with a slam. I heard them shouting in Italian but I was through listening to my father.

My breathing was harsh and I actually felt a bead of sweat drip off of my brow.

I regained control of myself in a matter of minutes but that still didn't mask that fact that my father had threatened to kill me over Selena. Would I have died for her? Yes, I would have.

Maybe it was just me trying to be a rebellious teenager but just because he said something, didn't make it law. I would continue to see Selena and do it without his permission if necessary. I would flaunt her in front of him and bring her over to the house just because he said not to.

I realized that Selena was dividing a line in a family that once stood strong but I didn't care. This was my life and I could do as I pleased. My father could go to hell for all I cared.

"That was so wicked insane." Emmett came to sit next to me, "You okay?"

"Yeah." I sighed, "It wasn't the first time."

"I remember the first time Dad put a gun to my head." Jasper sat in Carlisle seat, "I was sixteen and wrecked his Porsche. That was not a good day."

"Oh yeah and then that time when I set my room on fire...accidentally of course." Emmett said evilly, "But he was so pissed. I saw the back end of that gun when it hit me over the head." He laughed.

I was calm but ran my hand through my hair for good measure to make sure that I was still alive.

The door to the bedroom opened and my mother reappeared, "Justin, honey, are you okay?" She pushed Emmett out of the way and hugged me.

"I'm fine, Ma." I said.

"I can't believe that man. He always gets this way when he's stressed. Don't worry." She kissed my head, "He won't be bothering you until we get to Moscow."

"I don't care."

"Don't act like that Justin. He really is sorry."

"No he's not. He said what he meant to say." I was still pretty angry.

She nodded sadly and then started walking back to the room but stopped and turned around, "Justin, I know love can be difficult but it takes work. If you truly care for Selena, which I know you do, this is going to be a very difficult decision for you two."

"The trial run is over." I said, not to anyone but myself. They didn't know what that meant. I was too long gone into this relationship to look back now.

"An eighteen year old, police chief's daughter. That's a better plot line than your father and I." She giggled.

Their relationship was hard as well in the beginning so she knew what I was going through. Her story was a long and sorted one that took way too long to tell.

"I just want you to know that I support you." She said sweetly, "I love Selena as much as you do."

"I don't love her." I said through clenched teeth.

"You come find me when you realize the truth, then we'll talk." Esme went back into the room and left us boys alone to sulk.

"This trip is already starting to turn into hell." Emmett groaned, "I knew I should have never come."

"Oh well, now we have an excuse to drink." Jasper got up and went to his bag, pulling out a monstrous bottle of Roberto Cavalli Vodka.

"I thought you got rid of that shit." Emmett went to the back of the cabin and got shot glasses along with a soup spoon.

"It's the only Italian vodka that tastes good. That's the only thing the Russians are good at." Jasper started pouring, "Vodka and guns."

"I thought Roberto Cavalli made clothes." I said.

"He makes everything." Jasper continued filling the cups.

He handed each shot to us and I took the spoon from Emmett, pouring extra vodka in it. I retrieved the lighter from my pocket and lit the spoon. The alcohol burned a bright blue color and the smell wafted through the cabin.

I trickled a drop of burning liquid into each of our full shot glasses and they all erupted in orange flames.

"To Justin's fucked up life. Salute." Emmett raised his shot and blew it out before downing the thing.

"To Justin's fucked up life. Salute." Jasper did the same.

"To my fucked up life. Salute." I raised my shot, blew out the flame and drank the burning vodka.

We touched down in Moscow that night at midnight and with the time change, we were nine hours ahead of Chicago so it was three in the afternoon back home.

I didn't want to call Selena for the simple fact that I was too pissed. I was still getting over the fuck awful plane ride so I refrained from dialing her number. We all got off of the plane at Sheremetyevo International Airport and even in mid-October, it was close to freezing. Well, maybe not that cold but I had to wear a big coat.

We got into the back of two waiting cars, me going with Emmett and Jasper.

"I hate this place." Emmett looked out of window, "It's so dingy."

"Dingy?" Jasper asked.

"Yeah, just look at this city. It's filthy…"

"It's filled the best and brightest." I gave a sardonic reply.

Truth be told, Moscow and Russia in general weren't my favorite places to visit. Emmett was right, this city held some of the worst criminals in the world and my father owned them all. The whole reason that we were here was because Carlisle came to collect on a debt. He could have done this by himself I guess but in these types of business deals, it was better to have strength in numbers. Esme would of course be locked away for our duration of the trip and I don't even know why she came but there's no changing her mind once it's set.

The cars drove through the late night streets of Moscow as the city lights shinned off of the wet road in front of us. We passed the Kremlin, Red Square and all three of us crossed ourselves as we road by St. Basil Cathedral.

Compared to other districts, the city's south and southwest sides have considerably less industry. This was the place where all the historical sites were and the rich loved to purchase property out here, my father included.

The townhouse we owned was actually two put together since nothing in this city was very big. Esme spent six months designing the place and just broke down walls as she pleased. The space was now a giant, four story townhouse that was probably bigger than the Prime Minister's place.

The cars stopped with a halt in front of the brick residence and we got out, removing our bags from the trunk. Carlisle already had the door unlocked and Esme was turning on lights when I came in.

I was in a really pisssy mood and didn't feel like talking to anyone so I just bypassed the family, stomping upstairs to the room I always stayed in. I would have given anything to just go home but duty called.

Tomorrow was going to be a rough day.

My body clock was off on account of the time difference but I just stayed in my bed and listened to my ipod the whole night.

By the time the sun started to peek through my window, I was up and in the shower for exactly twenty-seven minutes. Washing, shaving, exfoliating just like normal.

I got out of the shower, clicked the lights on and off twice and went to the small ass closet where I unpacked all my things last night.

I threw on a pair of underwear and then thumbed through my selection of pants. I chose a sleek pair of light grey ones and then the blazer that went with them. I buttoned up a crisp white shirt, put on a black skinny tie, shrugged into my jacket, got on socks and black shoes and then ran my hands through my hair.

It took all of three minutes and my morning routine was done.

I walked downstairs where the smell of cooking bacon was coming from and went into the kitchen where I saw my mother at the stove. Carlisle was sitting at the island, drinking coffee and reading a paper, like he usually did in the mornings. I sat next to him without a word.

"Oh, hello Justin. Did you have a good night?" Esme pushed a heaping plate of bacon and eggs towards me.

"Thank you and no, I didn't have a good night." I ate silently.

She gave Carlisle the evil eye and then went back to cooking.

An hour later, Jasper and Emmett had come down in suits like mine. They ate and talked to Carlisle since I wasn't and our plans for the day were discussed.

"Why does Albert always disobey the rules?" Jasper sighed, "We wouldn't even have to be here if he kept his promises."

"Yes well that's not our problem. We came through for him, set a timeline and he didn't follow that so his time is up." My father folded his paper and set it next to him.

"Is anyone getting out of this alive?" Emmett asked.

"No, not on his end. He wants to play games, he can lose everything he has."

"I wish you boys would stop talking so evilly. I think I'm going to church today." Esme sat at the island next to me.

"Do whatever you wish, dear but we probably won't be back for a couple of hours."

Kisses were given, guns were checked and we were walking out of the door half an hour later.

My father drove the black Mercedes and I sat up front with Emmett and Jasper in back as we quickly maneuvered through early morning cars, on their way to work.

"Were you listening to what I said this morning?" Carlisle asked me.

"Yes." I replied shortly.

"Is your head in the game?"

"Are you trying to ask me if I'm distracted by Selena?" I scowled at him.

He chuckled, "No but glad you're thinking in that route."

He still hadn't apologized for pointing a gun in my face but I didn't expect him to. The thing that annoyed me was that he didn't even acknowledge it.

The rest of the ride was silent as we darted through traffic. The beautiful parks and buildings of Moscow soon turned into what Emmett hated most. Dingy was the only word to describe what we were passing.

The sun seemed to cloud over completely as the Mercedes drove through dark alleyways and oversized, abandoned warehouses were everywhere. It was all very industrial and…dingy. I saw some pretty shady people standing around and looking over their shoulders as the seconds turned onto minutes on the road but they didn't bother me in the least.

My father parallel parked in between one of the warehouses on the corner of a particularly horrible street and put on his black leather gloves. We did the same.

"Like I said this morning, no one lives." Carlisle said simply, "Make sure you have enough." He checked the magazine of his golden Eagle and reached over me for two other cartridges.

I handed out all the cartridges that were in the glove box and we were all outfitted with at least two guns so this shouldn't be that hard. Emmett and Jasper had their huge semi-automatics but I liked to stick with smaller handhelds. You had to get closer to someone to kill them and I like seeing them die.

We all got out of the car and a group of street rats were circling the Mercedes. They were talking quickly in a deep European twang. Carlisle spoke to them in Russian and they ran off to play.

Carlisle went around to the back of the large warehouse and we all followed behind him. Once he reached a discrete door that no one would have noticed unless they knew what they were looking for, he knocked four times and we waited.

A panel slid out and two eyes squinted to see who we were. Once they realized that the Cullens were standing at their door, the eyes widened in fear and the panel shut.

I heard someone shout, "Everyone get out. They're here." On the other side of the door.

"Emmett." Carlisle said and my brother shot the lock off of the door with his .44 caliber Magnum, which had been designed to stop a car but worked well in breaking steel locks as well.

He kicked the door in easily and it hung off its hinges. We steeped over the wreckage, and had guns at the ready as people fled in all directions.

Albert was a young man of about forty who borrowed eight million dollars from Carlisle seven years ago to start a human trafficking ring throughout northern Europe. My father gave him seven years to pay it back and his time was up.

There were two main problems with this. First, Carlisle didn't deal with slavery. Albert knew this and lied to him when asking for loan, calming that he was starting up some illegal export contacts. Carlisle was not too happy once he found out that Albert had deceived him but decided to give him a change. The second problem was that Albert was way over his due date.

I checked his numbers and Albert had been making about ten million every year since he started this thing so why haven't we gotten our measly eight back?

We were here to collect and we were pissed.

This warehouse was where Albert did all of his industry dealings but it mainly served as a sleazy whorehouse.

Naked girls were running around, Albert's men were trying to fumble with firepower, Albert was nowhere to be seen but I suspect that the man at the door would have alerted him to our arrival.

Carlisle shot his gun in the air twice, silencing all the screaming, "I need to see Albert." He spoke loudly enough so that his voice echoed off of the stone walls and concrete floors.

The whorehouse must have been closed for the day because there weren't any patrons, just naked girls and the people who worked under Albert. A vicious, snarling dog was barking in the corner, baring his teeth and foaming at the mouth. The thing was annoying the hell out of me.

"Carlisle, so nice to see you again." A fat, balding man said. He was Albert's brother Gerome and was the slimiest motherfucker you would ever meet. He held out his arms like they were old friends. Emmett, Jasper and I stood back, guns at the ready to watch out father work.

"Where is he?" Carlisle asked, not even sweating.

"My brother?" Gerome said in a heavy Russian accent.

"Yes, your brother. I won't say it again."

"He's not here at the moment. May I take a message?" The fucker laughed.

Carlisle blew a hole perfectly above Gerome's right collarbone in the blink of an eye.

Screamed erupted and Gerome crumbled to the ground in pain, yelling to the high heavens.

"Where is he?" Carlisle asked to everyone in the warehouse. Girls were cowering in the corner and Albert's thugs were holding back more snarling dogs.

Carlisle nodded to Jasper, an indication to shut the door because this was about to get really messy. Jasper shut and locked the steel entrance that Emmett nearly broke but it was easily salvageable.

"Carlisle." A thick voice said from above us.

We turned around and Albert descended the stairs at a leisurely pace, a golden cane in his hand and a slight limp. He was in a stylish suit and had a young teenage boy following him who looked terrified. The boy was dressed in rags and I wouldn't be surprised if he was Albert's own personal slave/servant/sex toy.

"Albert." My father nodded, "You know why I'm here."

"Of course. Why don't we sit." Albert suggested and snapped his fingers.

Two muscular men, almost Emmett's size, brought a table and two chairs to place in the middle of the cavernous room.

Carlisle sat in one and Albert the other. We stayed standing behind our father.

"So, what can I do for you today?" Albert asked, almost smugly, crossing his legs. That would get him in trouble.

"I'm here to collect. I gave you seven years and your time is up."

A group of Albert's whores were trying to inch up the stairs but Jasper shot a hole right above their heads.

"No one leaves." He said coldly.

Normally, was father wasn't so cold as to just kill seemingly innocent women but we all knew that the sluts Albert kept were far from angels. The ones here served as madams, pimping out younger girls to rich clients so in this case, we didn't have an issue with ending their lives.

"That wasn't very nice." Albert tsked.

"We're not here to play nice." Carlisle's tone was evil yet low. He never raised his voice.

"As I saw it, when we made our agreement, I took it more as a gift." Albert sat back in his chair. His slave boy brought him a cup of coffee, his head bowed the whole time.

"Oh really?" My father held his hand out behind him. I pulled the folder from my jacket and gave it to him, "As you can see by the contract you signed, this was clearly not a gift as you put it. Eight million dollars to be paid back over seven years in a lump sum or on some kind of payment plan. You chose a lump sum and I even gave you a six month grace period."

"I can pay you now." Albert sighed.

"I don't want your money now. I want your blood in place of it. You played me for a fool, Albert."

"Oh Carlisle, let's stop this game. We're both grown men, we can come to some kind of an agreement."

"And how would that make me look?" My father sat back, "I can't have you living when you broke a promise to me. What would everyone say?"

"I never knew you to be one to care what people thought."

Carlisle let out a dark chuckle, "Not usually, no."

During this whole conversational period, Gerome's cries could be heard from behind us as he rolled around in a pool of thick, red liquid. No one moved and I heard more barking dogs as guards started to appear.

I cracked my neck in preparation for whatever was about to go down.

"I'm not here to get money because to be honest, once you're dead, everything you own will be mine." Carlisle said.

"Do you think you can just take everything and get away with your life?" Albert leaned in, "This isn't your turf."

"It became my turf when my money crossed into this country."

"You know Sergio owns everything over here. Do you choose not to hear the talk or are you really oblivious to what's about to happen?"

"Please, enlighten me."

"Everyone's talking. You have too much power Carlisle. You can't rule forever."

"Can't I?"

"Things are about to get very dangerous on your end of the world. Shinobu, the Denalis, the Volturis, none of them are happy and you have a shit storm coming your way."

I rolled my eyes at that. They were all just mere thorns in my fucking side, not a problem that we needed to be worried about.

"Aro has been mad at me since we were young. He always has something to say." My father replied.

"It's not you he's after." Albert said and his eyes shifted to mine for a quick second.

Carlisle sat up a little straighter, "If Aro has something to say to me and dares threaten my family, then let him but that's not why I'm here today."

"Well I don't know what I can do for you. I don't have the money."

"I'm going to ignore that lie. I told you that I wasn't here for your money."

Albert snapped his fingers and a barking dog was let go from the corner, barreling towards us. Before he could even start running at full speed, Emmett had fired a bullet through his skull. The dog whimpered to the ground, brain matter splattering in all directions.

"I'm sorry, Albert." Carlisle said and things erupted into a vicious blood bath as shots rang out all over the warehouse.

I left my brothers to handle themselves and slipped behind a crate to check the magazine of my Eagle. I took off my jacket and rolled up my sleeves, ready to work. The irony of comparing scrubbing my floors yesterday and killing mafia men today, wasn't lost on me.

When I stood back up, guards were already dead, whores were running around screaming, dogs were snarling and Carlisle had the look of death on his face but Albert was still alive, for now.

I shot at anything that moved and my first bullet struck a woman with no clothes on in the face, causing a gaping hole above her nose. I didn't have time to care before I moved behind the crate, firing off shots at bodyguards that dared even look at me. Everyone was dropping like flies and since our father trained us well, Jasper, Emmett and I were basically having target practice.

There was so much noise and blood but I kept my mind focused on killing.

I didn't know how much time had passed but the numbers quickly started to shrink and I was stepping over bodies, blood being splattered on my clothes.

The magazine of my Eagle was exhausted so I quickly put another one in and started firing again. I hit men in the groin, causing as much pain as possible and didn't even bother looking at the whores as I picked them off one by one.

I moved from my hiding spot, into the open as I started firing at a row of guards on the second floor who were pointing guns at my father. I shot precisely into each one of their heads, causing them to fall onto the floor below.

It was all happening so fast but in slow motion at the same time.

I slid under a table that Jasper was using for protection.

"Let me use the Ak-47." I panted and shoved my now empty Eagle back into my belt.

"No, I was about to use it." He shot above the table and a scream sounded off.

"We don't have time for this. Give it to me." I demanded and tried to reach over him for the rifle but he pushed it away.

"No. You won't let me use your guns so you should have thought about being prepared." He shot again at a guard who was inching dangerously close to us but now had four bullets in his chest.

"Jasper, this isn't a game."

"You're right. Let me use your Eagle." He raised an eyebrow.

I snarled at his logic. No one used my Eagle except me.

"See. Get your own firepower." He smirked.

I didn't give Jasper another chance to speak before I rolled over, bringing the gun with me as I darted out from behind the table. I stood up and started running, dodging bullets.

"Damn it, Justin!" Jasper yelled but he was quickly drowned out by the ballistics that I was firing into the air in rapid succession.

I just made sure to not hit Emmett, Jasper or Carlisle but everything else was dying.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my ankle and fell to the floor as teeth ripped into my flesh.

"What the fuck." I turned around on the ground and saw a vicious dog tearing into my pants. My Armani pants.

I tried to push him off, not wanting to outright slay an animal but the look in his eyes told me that he was trained to kill.

I whipped the butt of the gun around, smacking the dog in the head but he still clamped on so I started pounding the back of the AK-47 into his skull until his teeth loosened and I heard a crack. His head nearly split down the middle as blood started pouring out the wound. He fell over to the side, nothing more than a mound of fur.

I looked down at my torn pant leg and the red liquid that was staining the fabric.

"Son of a horse's bitch." I muttered while gunshots still rang out around me.

"Your outfit get messed up?" Emmett teased and took the AK-47 from me, swinging the strap over his shoulder. In true Emmett fashion, he had taken off his shirt completely, looking like something out of Rambo with nothing on but his suit pants and dress shoes.

Show off.

I rolled my eyes and then heard heavy footsteps from behind me. I was dragged up by my neck as strong arms lifted me off of the ground.

A low voice spoke in Russian but I didn't pay any attention as I maneuvered out of his grasp. I could tell from his hunched stance and foot work, that the guard was Spetsnaz…Russian army.

Shit!

He was holding a sharp knife that he was throwing in between his hands, trying to get my eyes to follow it.

The ache from my dog bite was becoming known but I didn't feel pain anymore. After all these years, my mind didn't register it.

Spetsanz Fucker lunged at me and tried to stab my stomach but I quickly jumped out of the way. I might not have as much muscle as Emmett but I was fast.

I pulled the gun of out of Spetsnaz Fucker's belt and shot him dead in the back before he could even turn around. Five shots and five holes.

He went down without another movement.

I looked around and was breathing heavily as I surveyed the damage. I did a quick count of over thirty bodies, men and women, all covered in blood in heaps on the floor.

"Was that all of them?" Jasper asked, panting.

"Yup." Emmett kicked over a guard that was screaming and shot him in the head.

Carlisle was standing over Albert in the middle of the room, not a scratch on him. Albert's gold cane was stuck through his skull, sticking straight up, half broken. The cane was dripping with blood and the other half of it was pushed through Albert's chest.

My father looked slightly disheveled as hair lingered in his face but his clothes were pristine, like he had never even stepped out of the house.

None of us spoke to each other and we made sure that everyone was dead. A few had managed to survive so we finished them quickly.

"Is everyone alright?" Carlisle asked us.

"Yeah." I answered.

"Good." He nodded, "We need to leave before the cops get here."

"Yeah right. They've been after Albert for years. They would probably give you a medal."Jasper laughed.

"Be that as it may, I don't want to get caught up in Eastern European politics." He walked around, "Start the clean up."

Emmett left the warehouse and came back with a massive can of kerosene. He started walking around with it turned upside down, pouring out a nasty smelling liquid to coat every surface.

"This wasn't the worst we've had to do." Carlisle checked badges of the dead guards.

"Nothing like what happened in Miami." I said, remembering what a blood bath that was. I had more than a few battle wounds from that fight.

"Hey! What the hell are we going to do with this thing?" Emmett said suddenly and tried to crawl into the corner.

The slave boy darted away from him and starting running around the warehouse towards the exit. Jasper and I kept shooting at him but the fucker was fast and he dove behind a crate.

"Hey, boy!" Jasper yelled and went to chase after him. He caught him by his rag of a shirt and started pulling the slave towards Carlisle.

The boy was screaming and shouting in Russian but he didn't have an accent. He had no shoes and his body was filthy.

Jasper dropped him at Carlisle's feet and the boy whimpered with his head down.

Emmett stopped pouring, put his shirt back on and came to join our group. We trapped the boy in a circle so that he couldn't try to run again.

"What's your name?" Carlisle asked forcefully.

The boy didn't lift his head and didn't reply.

Carlisle picked him up roughly by his shirt, "I asked you a question." He shook him.

"Al…Alec." He said in perfect English with a slight accent.

"How old are you?"

"I think fourteen." His voice was so shy and almost withdrawn.

"You think?" Carlisle was over playing games.

"I don't remember."

"Where are you from?" Jasper asked.

"I don't remember."

Carlisle threw him back on the ground, "Do you have a family?"

"No, Albert is my master."

Carlisle looked at me and then Emmett and then Jasper.

"Get up." Carlisle said, his voice softening in a second, "Follow me." He instructed and then started walking out of the door.

Alec didn't move but stayed huddled on the floor in a ball.

"Hey, kid. You might want to listen to him." Jasper pointed behind as Carlisle left the warehouse.

"I…I can't." Alec shook, "Albert will kill me."

"You see this, kid?" Emmett pointed to Albert on the floor next to us, "That's your master. He aint coming back."

"I…I can't." He repeated.

I shrugged, "Leave him here." I started to walk away, knowing perfectly well that when this bitch began burning to the ground, Alec would be the first one out.

Jasper, Emmett, and I stood outside the warehouse as I lit a match and set a stream of kerosene on fire that led to the door. The whole thing erupted in flames from the inside and thick black smoke started to crawl up to the sky.

We all got in the waiting Mercedes and Carlisle left the car running for two minutes. A fire truck's sirens were wailing in the distance but we didn't move. Emmett held the back car door open as he sat inside.

Alec ran out of the warehouse, in between the flames and stood on the street with a frightened look on his face.

"Get in, kid." Emmett held the door open wider.

Alec hesitantly jumped in but moved quicker when a window upstairs blew out.

Emmett shut the door and Carlisle pumped the gas at the same time. We sped off without a word and merged into heavy traffic on our way into the better part of town.

Half an hour later, we halted in front of the townhouse.

"Are…are you going to kill me?" Alec asked in a whisper, "I can work. Just don't kill me, please."

"No. We won't kill you." My father said simply and got out of the car.

"He's a good guy, just don't make him mad." I sighed, speaking to myself and the kid in the back.

Emmett put Alec over his shoulder and carried him inside as Jasper and I followed. I locked the doors and we went into the family room where Esme was watching the news. The story was about a warehouse down near the docks that was currently being engulfed in flames. The sorry ass fire department was trying their hardest to put it out.

"I'm so glad you all are safe." Esme jumped off of the couch and wrapped her arms around Jasper's body.

He just laughed and hugged her back, "We're fine, Ma."

"Yeah and we brought you a present." Emmett set Alec down.

Esme tilted her head and looked between Alec and Carlisle, "Who's this?" She asked.

"This is Alec, sweetheart. He was Albert's slave." My father took off his jacket, throwing it over the back of the couch.

Esme's face softened to the point of melted ice cream and I already knew what was going through her head.

"Great, another one." I threw my hands up in the air.

"Hey, orphans are cool." Jasper defended his people with a chuckle, "I should know."

"You're not an orphan. Shut up." Carlisle hit the back of his head.

"I'm surprised you left any survivors." Esme quirked an eyebrow at my father, "And don't sit on my sofa with all that blood. Everyone, down to your underwear." She commanded.

"Ma…" Emmett complained.

"Oh hush. I've seen you in less." She ran to the kitchen and came back with a black trash bag, holding it out for us to drop our clothes into.

I was the first to strip down, not really caring and stood in the corner in nothing but boxers. Jasper, Emmett and Carlisle followed and they all stuffed them in the bag. Esme held it out for Alec but he stood there shyly.

"Do…do I have to?" He hung his head.

"Is something wrong?" Esme asked him.

"No, I just don't want to."

"Are you alright?" My mother's voice was endearing.

"I don't…I don't know where I am. Are you going to hurt me?" Alec shook when Esme stepped closer to him.

"No, we're here to help you." She said sweetly.

"But…you killed all those people." I could barely hear him.

"You're going to have to get over that, kid." Emmett came back into the room with a piece of chicken.

I think I heard Alec crying.

Esme dropped the bag and wrapped her arms around his filthy body. He was so malnourished that he looked even skinner than she did but was about a head taller.

"Come on. I'll help you." Esme said lovingly and started to lead him upstairs, "Jasper, burn those." She pointed at the trash bag.

"Did you have to bring him back here?" Emmett asked Carlisle.

"I couldn't leave him there. He didn't do anything." My father said and looked at me, "He won't be a problem." The way Carlisle said it was like he was disappointed in me. Maybe Alec could provide him with a son he was proud of.

I didn't say anything back.

Carlisle then followed Esme upstairs, "Emmett, call Jerry back home and tell him to get another room ready."

Jasper picked up the bag, taking it in the back, Emmett laid out on the couch with his phone and I nearly ran upstairs.

I immediately jumped in the shower and turned the water to near burning temperature. I let it run over my body as my muscles relaxed. With the time difference and the fucking death trap I just walked out of, my body was exhausted. I made sure to disinfect my dog bite that didn't look too bad and then washed all the grime out of my hair.

After my twenty-seven minutes in the shower, I got out and just pulled on a pair of boxers before climbing into cool sheets. I sighed longingly one time before I dialed Selena's number on my phone. With it being noon here in Moscow, it was three in the morning in Chicago but Selena said I could call her no matter what time of day it was and I didn't think I could go through the rest of the time here without hearing her voice.

I know, I'm a pussy.

The phone rang four times and I knew that my long distance bill was going to be higher than Mt. Everest but I didn't care.

She picked up with a groggy, tired voice, "Justin?"

"Hey, beautiful." I couldn't help the grin that crept onto my face.

"Finally! I fell asleep on the phone."

"Sorry." I chuckled, "How are you?"

"Tired but happy to hear from you."

"Should I let you go back to bed?"

"Don't you dare."

Her voice literally pulled all the negative energy out of me and calmed my body to the point of a comatose state.

"So, how was your day? What did you do?"

"Oh, nothing special. Just the same old, same old."

Officer Jacob Black sat back in his swivel chair and gripped his hair.

The Chicago Police Department's offices were closed, only the night maids were up at this hour. He had been going through his files for the past six hours, not moving, not eating, not sleeping.

The Cullens were providing more of a problem than he ever thought possible. It was so hard to even think about what they were up to because they always stayed two steps ahead of the police. It was impossible to catch these fuckers. Who the hell were they?

The thing about Officer Jacob Black was that the more the Cullens outsmarted him, the more he was determined to catch them at their own game. He took his job seriously and didn't put up with bullshit, including the infamous Cullens.

Black would have given up by now if he was any lesser man. He never gave up on a challenge.

Jacob sighed a heavy sigh and sat up in his seat, taking a huge gulp of coffee.

"This shouldn't be that hard." He groaned, "I'm better than them."

It wasn't the fact that the Cullens were innocent but Black didn't want to arrest Carlisle for tax evasion, Justin for a speeding ticket or Emmett on a morals charge. He was going for the big guns. Extortion, drugs, guns, illegal money laundering, murder; there was a list as long as the Chicago River but somehow nothing ever stuck.

Carlisle was clean. He never left tracks and his sons followed in his pristine record.

Black thought back through his memory at what he was doing wrong. Why couldn't he catch them?

It was inconceivable that someone could be totally infallible. Even the Pope and some form of sin in him but if you looked at a Bieber's record, you would have never known that they were carrying any baggage. It was like they were clean without a smudge on them.

While Carlisle was the leader and Emmett was the muscle and Jasper was the charmer, Justin was the second-in-command, the man in the most valuable position.

Who would take over when the father stepped down? Who would rise to become the boss? Who would everyone else answer to? Who would be the man in charge?

Justin.

That was who Black was after. Maybe it was because they were around the same age, maybe it was because they had similar goals of superiority, or maybe it was the simple fact that Justin had taunted him for years but Jacob Black wasn't giving up until he had the second-in-command, in handcuffs.

An arrest of Justin Bieber would be an immediate career boost and on top of it all, Black would be able to put his nemesis away for life.

The only problem was that Justin had a brain on him that rivaled any mathematician or Rhodes Scholar out there. It was shameful at how easily he could elude the law and still be living to tell his sorted tale.

"Hey, Boss." Seth Clearwater walked into the office with a bag full of amazing smelling sandwiches, "I got you the regular pastrami on rye." He sat down and propped his feet up on the desk.

"I can't eat right now." Black grunted, "I'm so pissed at myself."

"Why, what happened now?" Clearwater took a huge bite out of his meatball sub.

"I've been going over this shit for the past two weeks and I don't even think I've made a dent in these files." He pounded his fists on the desk.

"Oh come on. You can't beat yourself up over this thing. The Cullens are untouchable."

Black glared at his deputy, "That's why no one's caught them yet. People think that they can get away with what they want..."

"I didn't mean anything by it but you've just got to wait for them to fuck themselves over."

"That could take years." Black picked up a grainy black and white photo, "Do you see this guy?"

Clearwater nodded with a mouthful of food.

"That's Nicola Rossini aka Bieber. He started this whole family and he's still sitting pretty in Sicily. Granted, he's over one hundred but still…"

"So what does he have to do with anything?"

"He was smart but his grandson is smarter. Carlisle has created super machines for sons and I will catch them but I don't know how to pin them down."

"It's not like we haven't been trying. We've gone through all the files, we've been following them for weeks. What more do you want us to do?"

"I want you to catch the fuckers." In a rage, Black shoved some papers off of his desk, "No one is above the law." He shouted.

"Whoa, Jake dude, calm down." Clearwater said, concerned that this case was going to give his boss and friend an aneurysm.

"I know, I know." Blacked breathed in deeply, "I just can't stand Justin." He growled.

Clearwater chuckled, "Justin is one cocky son of a bitch but he's crafty."

"Whose side are you on?" Black glowered.

"I'm on yours, Boss. Honest but you're going to kill yourself over this and they just aren't worth it. Let the Cullens come to an end on their own. We know half of the underworld is after them, especially Justin so it's not too much longer…"

"That's just the thing, half of the underworld has been after them for the past century. No one is ever going to take them down because they're too powerful."

"We just need an in. It shouldn't be this hard." Clearwater sat back in his seat.

They thought silently for about ten minutes, not saying anything because nothing was really worth saying.

This was driving everyone in the Organized Crime division crazy. Black had halted all of his other inferior cases, allowing the majority of his time get filled with the Cullens. Clearwater, although he was young, was clever and could help in tight situations. It wasn't that easy for a deputy to think on his toes but Clearwater was good at what he did.

There was a knock at the door and a tired looking Embry Call was panting in the entrance.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Black asked his other deputy.

"I…I …I just ran up the stairs…" He sat in the other chair, grabbing Clearwater's bottle of water, "The elevators are out."

"If you were in shape, this wouldn't be a problem." Black shook his head.

"I have a six pack, that automatically makes me in shape." Call downed the water, "Anyway, I have news."

"News?" Clearwater arched his eyebrow.

"Yeah and I couldn't find Bieber anywhere. Justin was like a ghost since yesterday and I found out from some guys I know over at the airport that Daddy Bieber charted his jet for a weeklong trip to Moscow."

"Really?" Black leaned back with his hands crossed behind his head.

"Yes, really. They left yesterday and won't be back for five days."

"Good, that gives us five days to work freely." Black got a new sense of excitement in him, "I assume he took all the boys?"

"Yeah."

"This is our chance to get in. We have to find a way to clip these fuckers at the knees." Black sat up, going over his files one more time.

"The family is so tight. They don't leave any loose holes." Clearwater thought out loud after a couple of silent seconds, watching his boss go crazy at his desk.

Black shifted the papers a little too quickly and a sharp pain stabbed the middle finger of his right hand.

"Shit." He said and watched as a small pool of blood began to pour out of the paper cut. A few drops dripped onto the files on his desk.

"Let me have a napkin." He said to Clearwater who handed one over.

Black began to cleanly wipe the few beads of blood off of the files.

He was blotting the outside of another black and white picture when he saw something strange. Black had looked through thousands of pictures and this particular one probably about fifty times alone.

This certain photo was strange because it was the only one where Justin was smiling. Out of the massive amount of photographs, only one was with a smiling Justin. What kind of sadistic fucker was this guy?

It was landscaped outside of one of the freshman dorms at Northwestern. Justin had been visiting there lately but no one thought anything of it since a few Bieber cousins attended the school.

On this particular occasion, Black's blood had dripped in exactly the right spot, illuminating a certain portion of the picture that was hidden in the shadow of a tree. Justin was laughing towards the silhouetted figure and it had previously been shrouded in darkness due to the late afternoon time that the photo was taken but a certain halo appeared over the newly uncovered form.

Black turned on the halogen desk lamp and held the photograph up so that the light shined through the portrait. There were students running around the quad, the trees were in full bloom and it was taken last week by a deputy who had been tailing Justin.

The spot of blood shined in the light from the lamp and a beautiful woman appeared to clarify in that very second.

Since the picture was taken in grayscale, distinctive characteristics such as eye or hair color couldn't be determined but at least Black could tell that she was striking, totally unlike the other sluts Justin usually conquered.

Black looked between Justin's smile and this new woman's beautiful face.

Who was she?

"Have you seen this?" He asked his deputies.

"What?" Call went behind the desk to get a better look.

"Who's this?" Black pointed to the blood stained profile of the woman.

"Uh…I don't know." Was Call's answer.

"You've been tailing the fucker for a month and you don't know?"

"Sorry but it's not like I keep my eyes on him all day."

"She's wearing a Northwestern shirt and outside of the freshman dorms, find out who she is." Black threw the picture at Clearwater.

A new sense of anticipation flowed through the officer who had finally found an in.

What stumped Black the most was that he had looked at that picture dozens of times and he was still in the dark as to who that girl was. How had he not seen her before? He should have been more proactive about all of this. He should have known everyone in Justin's life. Who was this girl who made him smile?

It took Clearwater an easy fifteen minutes of searching the Northwestern University registrar to find the girl. He basically just hit the next button on the computer three hundred and twenty one times until she appeared.

"Her name is Selena Swan." Clearwater came barreling back into the office, "She's eighteen and from Forks, Washington, wherever the hell that is."

Black snatched the papers out of Clearwater's hand, quickly reviewing the information that came complete with a school photograph, "Eighteen?"

"Yeah just turned legal a month ago. We could get him on statuary if he's fucking her." Clearwater said hopefully.

"No. Too hard to prove, too much of a cop out. I want to hit him hard." Black dispelled that theory.

For fifteen minutes, no one said anything and Black read through everything that was to be known about Selena Swan.

A father who is a cop? Maybe that would be useful.

This was some shit that was only found in dramatic movies. What the hell had Bieber gotten himself into now?

Selena Swan was a freshman from some little town in Washington State and didn't have any kind of infraction against her so she was clean.

The more Black thought about her, the more he realized that he had seen this girl before, twice in fact. They were both times when he wasn't really paying attention but he wished he had now. Each time, Justin was with her.

Once, they were laid out on the grass in the very quad in the picture, reading. When the hell did Justin ever read with a girl?

The second occurrence that sprung into Black's mind was the time when he saw them eating ice cream and walking down State Street. Her hair was pulled up then so she could have been someone totally different but Black didn't think so. It had to be her.

So…Justin had a girlfriend?

Suddenly, things snapped in Black's head.

He looked between Clearwater, who was currently picking his teeth, and this Selena Swan in the photograph. Plans were formulated in his head within a second.

Black had found his way in.

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