Chapter 1; Big Bad Boss

A/N; Hi. This is going to be my second fic. I'm partially through my first fic 'It Must Be Love' but I couldn't help myself, I wanted to write a Mobward fic. So here it goes..

Edward's POV

That fuck would pay. I'm not a patient man but that suits my profession well. I was shaking with barely contained anger as I watched James, my 'loyal' long-time friend, considered family. The bastard was selling us out. We'd suspected a thief for 3 weeks when our shipment of powder was delivered with some coke missing. It couldn't be that our suppliers were ripping us off, they learned that lesson the hard way. So one of our own were stealing my shit. My family's shit.

It hadn't been hard to figure who it was when I started testing my people. The only ones I didn't have to test were my brothers, Jasper and Emmett. They were my joint consiglieres and I trusted them with everything. So I gradually decreased the number of people who knew about the exact haul of the shipments. I told everyone a different weight, product, time and place for the next haul and waited.

And James didn't fucking disappoint the fucker.

I snarled as I came out from the shadows with my brothers. James gasped and his eyes widened as he realised he was caught.

"Hey Jimmy, what you doing here?" I smirked at him and leaned casually against the pier of the dock we were stood on. I looked at the man I had played with as a child, the man who came for Thanksgiving, Christmas. I couldn't contain my hatred for him and his idiocy so I let it pour out.

"Why?"

He had progressively gotten paler since we stepped from the shadows but my question made him literally white as a sheet. He knew what was coming, he was in my most inner circle after all. We Cullen boys aren't very merciful or forgiving and he knew that. So why in the hell would he even attempt to steal from me.

He stayed silent, his mouth opening and closing periodically as his gaze shifted between the three of us. I was stood in the middle with Jasper on my left and Emmett on my right. I was technically the Boss, but we governed together as a team. So we'd deal with him as a team, using our considerable skills.

Jasper was intelligence. There was very little he wasn't good at when it came to battle strategy and gathering intel. Emmett was definitely the brawn. The muscle on that guy was immense. I was the crack shot. I never missed whether it was a knife or a gun. I was also the most skilled at hand to hand combat though we were all pretty impressive.

James knew all of that so when we stalked towards him he looked like he would pass out.

"I think he needs a trip to the warehouse."

James looked at me in terror before fainting. Emmett gave a loud guffaw at James and his reaction and Jasper rolled his eyes at him.

"Fucking pussy." He spat at James, his anger at the fucker palpable. I grinned at my big brothers and made a call to my dad.

"We got him."

Isabella's POV

There was something wrong.

I knew it as soon as I pulled up in front of my house, dread started to uncoil in the pit of my stomach.

It was 11pm, my parents were never up this late. I came home this late so that I wouldn't have to listen to one of their daily arguments; the one after dinner but before dessert. It usually tired them out so much that they'd go to bed soon afterwards. But the lights were on downstairs and I could see the outlines of my dad walking around the family room.

Shit! What did he want?

I warily pulled the key from the ignition and walked to the door. I took in a deep breath before unlocking the front door and walking to the family room.

"Isabella, sit down." I stifled my groan at the use of my full name; shit had definitely hit the fan. I walked over to my favourite armchair and snuggled into the soft familiar fabric before I steeled myself, straightened my spine and looked at my father. He looked haggard and distressed and I was immediately on the offensive.

My relationship with my parents was strained but it was much better with my Dad than my Mother. She was always pushing me too far into things that I had no interest in and after I denied her once too many times she lost interest in me.

My Dad never forced me into anything but he allowed Renee to push him around and control him, so he didn't know me either. I sighed. Charlie was a good man who'd been in an abusive relationship with Renee for too long. He was a shell of who he used to be. I have faint memories of a fun-loving man and woman who told me they loved me daily.

"Isabella we have a problem. I owe a man, a very dangerous man a serious debt. I promised him something a long time ago and he's finally cashed it in after 22 years." He looked down and I saw just how broken my Dad was. The look of pity and regret on his face scared me.

"What did you promise him Dad?" I whispered after I closed my eyes on his expression. The sense of dread I felt when I pulled up magnified and I felt like I was about to be swallowed by darkness.

"I'm so sorry. I was new in town and a fresh-faced cop. But I found myself in trouble and I needed his help. What he offered me… it's the reason we have this big house and how I've managed to keep you and your mother so comfortable over the years… I-I"

"What did you fucking promise him Charlie!" I looked up at him, tears of frustration and anger in my eyes. He looked taken aback by my outburst but I couldn't find it in myself to apologise or feel remorse. He shook his head.

"You. I promised him you."

What do you think? Any feedback would be welcomed and a beta would be B-E-A-utiful if anyone is interested! And btw, if you didn't already know, because I'm not Stephanie Meyer I only own the plot line, my laptop and not much else. *sobs*