Hello Readers,

It's been a few years huh? I did the one thing I hate that some writers do and that's abandoning their stories. I'm sure I lost some readers and for that I totally understand. It was shitty thing to do. When I started Cullen Elite, I was merely a kid looking for an outlet. It was a time when Christian Grey was really Edward Cullen. Oh the good ol' days. Writing is still an outlet and I want to finish this story and complete it with a pretty bow for any one who's left hanging, waiting on that ending. So, I'm going to work on finishing this for you guys. I will try my best, but keep in mind, my writing style has changed/evolved. But I will try to keep the flow. Again, I'm sorry for leaving you all wondering.

-Danielle

Cullen Elite

Chapter 22- Judge, Jury and Executioner

EPOV

All men have their vices.

Some like to drink, other like to gamble. I was never really much of either- being that I saw things most didn't. I guess I had more darker of vices. Seeing a man turn purple, blue, and black with blood caking the skin, now that really gets the fire in my veins burning.

The man before me was a man that deserved every ounce of punishment I dished out. This fucking rat was the man that tried and nearly killed me. He knows his time is up, but not before I get what I want.

"It's really quite simple. I know you're the man that attempted to snuff me out. Just tell me, who hired you?" It was nicest I could ask.

The man's face was nearly unrecognizable, really showing the number Emmett and I did on him. However, he refused to answer my questions. Pulling a small blade from the assorted tools my brother laid out for me in our dingy warehouse, I jabbed the blade into the man's meaty thigh. Blood oozed like black ink, dripping to the concrete floor with ominous dings.

I sighed, shaking my head in disappointment, "Perhaps, we started off too hard. Let's go with your name?"

I could see he was close to cracking, just needed that little push. I smiled cruelly, snapping my fingers at Emmett. I was handed a simple folder, but the contents of the folder was me cracking this man into everything I wanted to know.

My voice echoed off the walls as I read from the papers inside the folder, " James Hunter, Age: 32, wife named Victoria. Pretty red hair." I commented, looking briefly up to James. I could tell I had his attention. I continued, "Home Address: 1452 Camden Drive. And oh look, here it is, it says here if James FUCKING HUNTER doesn't tell me who the fuck he's working for, his wife will really know what pain is!"

"Fucking STOP!" James screamed. "Aro, fucking hired me."

I smiled, "See that wasn't so hard."

"Please don't kill my wife, she doesn't know about this side of my life."

I nodded my head thoughtfully, "Really should have thought about who the fuck you were trying to kill when you took the hit." I pulled my gun, loading a single bullet into his head. Dead.

"Fuck, Edward, we could have got more answers for him." Emmett chimed.

I stood from my crouched position and turned to Emmett, "Nah, we weren't going to get much else."

Emmett rolled his eyes in disagreement. Pulling his phone, "I need a clean up at the warehouse in Fremont district."

"No, not a clean up," I said. " I want his body delivered to Aro."

I could hear Emmett bark out my orders as I started to make my way out of the warehouse with Emmett closely behind.

I couldn't help it, but a deep and hearty laugh broke it's way to the surface. Emmett looked at me like I'd grown a third head asking, "What the hell is so fucking funny?"

"Aro is a fucking dead man. Really thought killing me was going to fix his problems and that 'hey, now I'll get the whole shipment, now that Edward's dead.'" I mimicked I'm a girly voice. "Fucking pussy."

BPOV

Edward left a few hours ago after getting a phone call from Emmett. It still rattles me that I came so close to losing him yet he still acts like he's this invincible god. As the minutes tick by, the more nervous I become and just as I'm about to run looking for him, Edward walks in.

"Oh thank god! I was so worried!" Running from my spot on the couch, well wadding anyhow.

"I was gone for two hours, baby."

My arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing him tight. "I need you to be careful, Edward. I've lost so much in my life already."

Edward's face softens, palming my cheek in his hand. "God, himself can't take me away from you or our daughter."

I nodded, "Promise?"

"I promise, beautiful."

I lift to my toes, kissing Edward's lips. Before either of us could deepen the kiss, one of Edward's men interrupted. "I'm sorry, sir but this was dropped off with the doorman.

He gave Edward a small USB drive. We both made our way to his study, putting the drive into Edward's laptop.

A video popped up instantly once Edward clicked on the file. The video showed Jake, battered and bruised. I took a sharp breath, as tears slipped down my cheek. I could hear Jake's moans of pain when a man with white slick hair walks into the frame. The only words the man say is, "Game on, boy."

Edward slams the laptop down, cracking the screen. "I'll fucking kill him!"

AN: Alright, now this was just to get my feet wet. Don't remember where the hell I was going to take this story but I got few ideas running through my head. My goal, is to hopefully finish this story in the next week or two. All mistakes are my own. Hope you all enjoyed!