Hello All,

I've started to re-write this fic with some of the suggestions that you all have made, in mind. I hope you enjoy the revamped version of Guns N' Roses.

What have we done?

No mercy (No matter how hard they try)

For beautiful money (and no matter how loud they cry)

Money for blood (they can't buy their way into heaven)

It's murder

No matter how hard they try and

No matter how high they climb up the ladder

They won't reach up into heaven

No matter how hard they try and

No matter how loud they cry

They can't

Buy their way into heaven

(Good Charlotte-Murder)

I don't like blood, however sometimes the shedding of it doesn't hurt. Tyler Crowley owed me my money, or he owed me my coke. At this point, I didn't really care which. If he owed me nothing, he wouldn't be tied to a chair, soaked in gasoline, with three or four of his teeth littering the ground. I had a feeling he'd snorted the product he was supposed to be selling for me. My sisters and right and left hands felt like he'd given it away to La Belle Re, the Seattle mob, for review. Either way, he owed me. Money or product, life, I didn't really care, but I was owed payment. Demanding his life in exchange for a couple of ounces of coke was highly irrational, even for me. I wanted more. If he had actually sold me out for La Belle Re, then I needed to know, and I was about to find out.

"Jessica, arresto. I said enough! Stop!"

She'd been beating him senseless for the past ten minutes, easy. She was always swift to hand down punishments in my name. Sometimes, this was a great asset, today however, it was getting on my last nerve.

"Vediamo che cosa posso ottenere da questo maiale."

Everyone in Bella ma Mortale spoke fluent Italian, and I knew Crowley didn't, so when I commanded Jessica to stop so that I could question the little pig in front of me, I knew she understood. I sneered at my crew, then swiftly hit Crowley across the face with the back of my hand.

"You wanna work for Masen and La Belle Re? Non succede!"

I brought my hand across his face again.

"Tell me what you're doing for them, or I swear I'll be the last person you ever see."

A look of disbelief crossed his face, I could tell he was registering just how dangerous I really was. He was trying to figure me out; to piece together what it was he thought he knew.

Even though it was was 2012, my parents were Italian immigrants. They were determined to live out the American dream. I was determined to make easy money, and I wasn't the only one. Myself, and my sister's, Alice and Rosalie were all on the same page. When we moved to Forks, we knew we could never join up with La Belle Re because of our gender, and so we got in good with some Italian men who didn't mind having women around. The Bianchi family was the oldest mob family in Seattle and when old man Bianchi wanted to settle down, he decided to hand the operation over me, and I'd be damned to hell if I was going to let La Belle Re keep me from expanding my territory into Seattle. There was only a handful of people who even knew that 'sweet little Bella Swan' ran this crew, and if Crowley had been in communication with La Belle Re and their head, I'd be meeting with them soon. I didn't give a shit whether that's where La Belle Re ruled or not. I wanted Seattle just as locked down as Forks, and Tyler Crowley was one more weakling along my way to criminal glory.

"I'm only going to ask this once before I let Jessica take you out back and gut you. What have you been telling La Belle Re?"

I never asked if something was true. That was a waste of a question, and innocent people never let things go further if they weren't guilty. If Tyler was, he'd just come out and tell me. Nobody wasted their time lying to me. It got more bones broken. He had the nerve to be silent in my presence.

"Rose, rompere his legs."

"I TOLD HIM I WAS ONE OF YOUR DEALERS, BUT THAT'S IT I SWEAR! ALL OF THIS FOR A FEW DIME BAGS?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA MOVE ME UP IN THE RANKS?"
"Why would I move you up? You can't even sell a few dimes without being a thorn in my side. Alice, memorizzare his confession. And break an arm while you're at it."

I turned my face away. The thought of that maiale knowing anything about my operation made me sick to my stomach. I turned my face away. A few broken bones was small payment in exchange for knowing Crowley would sell me out without thinking twice. In my business you never knew who you could trust.

"Chiama Carlisle. A doctor will be the least of his worries after I'm done with him."

Well, what did everyone think? Please R&R!

Lots of Love,

-V