Summary: The Cullen's are a feared and respected mafia in the city of Chicago. When Edward is forced to kill the sheriff of the city, what happens when he is face to face with his daughter Isabella? Will he fulfill his duty as a Cullen? Or will he turn his back on his family? AH M for a reason.

Disclaim: I do not own Twilight.

Chapter One

This is not the life that I wanted.

Granted, I did know what I got myself into before I started to walk the streets of Chicago as a Cullen. I am reminded every single minute of every single day that I am not what the lord wants, I know that he frowns upon me, and I know that as soon as I became one of them that there was no turning back, I am sent to hell for all the deeds that I may. Once you dance with the devil, there is no turning back.

I walk down the streets of fifth and grand, knowing all too well what sin I am about to commit. Guilt and disgust tear through my entire being as I keep telling myself that this is the last time I will be a lap dog for Carlisle, that this is the last time that I dirty my hands, though knowing all too well that my mind and my heart are to different organs, one's that never contemplate the same outcome. When a person knows too much or are as evil as I, it's my hands that get tainted, my sin.

I only know too well the excruciating pain of lose, it made my job that much harder. I know how it feels to have my feelings published on the front page of the tabloids, it just made it that much more ironic that I am now a bringer of that pain to others. I tell myself that it is only fare, that I should not be the only one on this Earth that should suffer, but I know in the back of my mind that the voice that says those words only say it so it can help me sleep at night, only sometimes when you think something so hard and wish to believe it with all your might, you actually come to believe it. I guess that is the reason that I am a Cullen, that Carlisle has me as his leading man, because both he and I know that I cannot hide from my true nature.

A beast. A monster.

My mind could only guess why I stay with the mob. My leading thought was always that Carlisle is the only one that I've ever met that nurtured my dark nature. That didn't frown upon it. That welcomed it with open arms and made me feel like less of a monster then I truly am. Carlisle is the father figure I wish I had, and his wife, Esme, treated me the way she would her own flesh and blood. The mafia may be some things, but it will always be a family to me, no matter how sick and twisted that sounds.

Turning to the underbelly of the city, my hands shrug in my pockets of my suit, tension building in my entire body as I could see my destination in sight. The wind lightly blowing in the direction of the abandoned warehouse as if taunting me, knowing that I am moments away of committing the sin of all sins. Murder.

Standing in front of the metal entrance, I take a deep breath before exhaling as I open it and step into the darkness, switching the light switch on as I remember it being on the side of the door, the light exploding from the glass attach to the roof above. In the middle of the empty room, a person sat, a potato sack covering their head as they sat attached to a wooden chair. His police uniform the only thing that gives him away as I know instantly who I came here to kill, not that I didn't know already.

Leave the sack over the head son, Carlisle's voice rang through my head, they disrespected our trust, we are being noble as to let them leave this earth without a face to reveal all the evil that they have done.

Unlike my boss, I am not as…thoughtful. I walk up to the slender body that struggle to be free, I bend down on one knee and instantly the man could hear and face his face in the direction of me, their voice muffled by a piece of fabric tied around their on the inside of the sack, like all the others before. I shush him, "You know, it's your fault that I am doing this."

I take out my pistol from its holder, taking firm grip on the sack before ripping it off his head. I instantly taken aback with what I saw. As soon as the sack tore off his head a full set of curly brown locks flow down the traders frame, big innocent, scared doe eyes staring at me. I stumble back, dropping the gun from my hand. This man is no man at all, it's a woman. Her skin pale as if the sun hasn't reached her in years, her cheeks flush from lack of oxygen from the sack with stain tear trails. The very sight of her, she is remarkably beautiful, everything about her even without the scared expression made her looking more fragile than a porcine doll. This couldn't possibly be the kill.

My hands went to the fabric that cover her mouth taking grip on it as I look her straight in the eye, "Listen, I am going to take this off. Now when I do you cannot scream, I am not going to hurt you, understood?" She nodded. I let my hands trail to the back of her head as I grip the knot and yank it undone, as soon as it fell she started to pant drastically.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Isabella," She pants, "Isabella Swan."

Of course, a fitting name indeed, "Why are you here?"

"Do you think I know? I got kidnapped." Well obviously.

My hand cupped her cheek, feeling them warm up under my touch, "Doll, you are in the middle of something big here, are you a cop?"

"Don't call me doll," Isabella snapped, oh, feisty, "And no, I'm not."

I frown, "But you are wearing a uniform."

As my words hit her ears, she look down and mutter something unintelligent, she look back up at me, her eyes glistening, "They are my dad's…"

Isabella, Isabella Swan… It hit me like a ton of bricks, "You're the constable's daughter!?"

She gulp's, her eyes dripping with fear, as she barely got out a whisper, "Yes…"

Pushing myself off of the chair with force, having it forced back a few inches, I pace around the sweat shop. Damnit! Did they mess up?! Did one of the rooky associates kidnap the wrong person? I wouldn't put it past them, they do seem to all be delinquent bastards, all not knowing the difference between a middle age man male and a young female. I run my hand through my hair in frustration, pulling at it on the back. Children and females I refuse to touch, a male has responsibility, he has to learn his place and keep it that way. He is responsible for his actions, his family do not deserve to suffer for the sins.

I stop pacing as soon as I notice the drastic change in Isabella's attitude, "You know something, don't you?"

A moment of hesitation follow a shake of her head, "No, can I p-please go?" Her voice starting to crack, hearing her broken and sad voice. She is most definitely hiding something, I need to know what it is, and refuse to let her go until she speaks.

"I cannot do that until you tell me what you know Isabella." Her name practically rolling off my tongue.

Isabella looks away, "I-I can't…"

She's breaking, "Do you realize that if I hadn't taken that sack off of your pretty little head before that I would have shot you? I need to know why you are here and not Charlie Swan."

Instantly her head snaps up, her eyes wide with shock and horror, before screaming, "My father is a good man! He sacrifices his life everyday to keep scum bags like you out of the streets!"

Her words surprise me, they both shock and hurt. I am used to having people mislead the Cullen's for just another money and power hungry crime family, that is not what we are about. No one has ever stopped to realize just who we assassinate or who we steal and lounger from. We run the city of Chicago, I do not deny that, but we have had crime rates drop since we took charge, it is Charlie Swan that is accepting bribes from murderers and drug dealers and allow them both protection and immunity. We cannot let that happen, I will not let that happen. I grit my teeth as anger grows inside my being, "You don't know what you are talking about Isabella."

"Let me go!" She screams.

"You do not realize just how much trouble you are in do you!?" I yell back. Isabella didn't reply, she just continued to struggle out of the ropes from the chair, though they tied down so tightly that she can barely move. I pinch the bridge of my nose as I concentrate on my breathing, closing my eyes knowing full well that Isabella was not going anywhere. It only took a couple of minutes for Isabella to give up, I remand standing there, eyes close as I try to keep my cool.

"What's wrong with you?" Her voice showing a tad of bitter, but not enough to stop the shock that overwhelm me that she even asked.

"I am frustrated and confused." I answer.

"You know, you wouldn't feel like that if you let me go. I won't tell anyone about this, I swear." She pleads.

I glare at her, this woman does not know when to hold her tongue, "Be quiet, I need to call someone." I reply, kneeling down as I say the next part, "Don't try being smart, I am calling the man that sent me here to kill you, you talk, I will be forced to kill you. Understood?"

Isabella gulped before nodding, good. I nod at her, before getting my cell out of my coat pocket, speed dialing Carlisle. He picking up on the third ring, "Edward?"

"Hello Carlisle." I greet.

"What's the problem son?"

My eyes dart from Isabella, who looks like she is trying to hold her breath to not make a noise before looking at a wall of the warehouse, "That was not Charlie Swan."

A few moments of silence greet me before he replies, "No, it wasn't."

"You know I have morels about killing females, why the hell was she in the chair and not him?" I try to keep my temper in check.

"Edward, son, we need the chief on our side. He is a valuable asset, we control him we control the entire city, he is too much of a loose to kill."

"So I had to kill the daughter because we want to control her father?!" I gave into my anger, it's nights like these that I couldn't help but question my morels.

"Sacrifices have to be made for the greater of the city Edward, remember, if it didn't happen, then Swan will let more killers onto the streets." His voice calm and collective.

My teeth grit as I try not to crumble my cell in my grip. Carlisle is a great man, I don't lie, but he does make rash decisions that he does not realize affects more people than one, this is one of the reasons why the Cullen's are a feared and respected family. It's also the reason that my trust wavers in it, "She is dead, isn't she Edward?"

I look back at Isabella, her wide doe eyes staring at me with both anticipation and worry, worry for her life. My mind running a hundred miles an hour, I know what I must do.

"Yes Carlisle. She is dead."

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Okay, well, this chapter is short but all my first chapters are short.

: ) I hope you like it, if any questions don't hesitate to ask.