Pen Name: Crazy ExGirlfriend23

Facebook name: Izzy Swan (Crazy ExGirlfriend twenty-three)

Story title: The Wrong Cullen

Summary: With no choice in the matter, an arranged marriage is made, and Isabella's future has been set. She meets a man who comes off as confident and dangerous, yet her attraction to him is immediate. As a farewell to the life she once knew, Isabella decides to let loose for a night. The next dinner she has with the family, she learns she just might have a choice in her future after all.

Sensitive subject matter includes cursing and violent death.

Rating: M for mature

Pairing: E/B J/B

Word count: 8,890words

Disclaimer: All things Twilight belong solely to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended.

He was like the devil, tempting her in the Heavenly ways of sin. To hell with everything else; they both knew they couldn't exist without each other. They've tried many times but, some things just cannot be forgotten. She would rather her have the 'oh well' with him than the 'what if.' Everything else be damned. -N.R. Hart

The Wrong Cullen

It s a feeling that never gets old. The anticipation that builds, the adrenaline; it's a high like no other. I get chills, the good kind, just thinking about it, imagining it.

I swear, I can practically feel my skin crawl with the anticipation, and I know once I feel his fear, it will drive this high to the highest point...I can't wait. So, I'm a little fucked in the head, who isn't?

Both exits of the barbershop are covered. There will be no way out. There are only two other guys in this place; the barber and a customer. It just so happens I know them both.

Skinny Dave is fucked.

Nobody knew at first that this guy was as crooked as they come. He works for the crew, and we still have no idea how long he's flown under the radar, working both sides. We have men who do that, work both sides of the law, but it's all under contract. The men who do this never report anything about the crew. They give us warning; a heads up on who's being watched, etc., and they get paid nicely doing so.

This guy, though, a damn dirty cop, working both sides of the law, keeping the cop thing a secret while giving small tips to the police, the feds, about us. What the fuck?

Did he really think we wouldn't know? That we wouldn't have realized only certain places were getting raided?

Dumb fuck; we went through everything, and at the end, it all pointed in Brady Fuller's direction.

I didn't even know that was his real name, Brady Fuller. What the fuck kind of a name is that?

We all knew him as Davey, or Skinny Dave.

How the fuck did he get Skinny Dave out of Brady Fuller?

I watch from the shadows in the back room as Riley, Diego, and Stefan walk through the front door. Sam should be here. Fuller is his contact, which means my brother should also be here; but he's not, either. I'm always left cleaning up his mistakes, but at least he had a good reason this time; a meeting with our uncle and father.

Skinny Dave is sitting in the barber chair with one of those cape things on. Riley throws Skinny a grin before turning the open sign to closed, and closing the blinds in the window. The barber, Nahuel, and his customer, Jimmy, pause mid-conversation.

Diego nods to the hallway, and both men walk calmly, continuing their conversation as if they were never interrupted. Emmett follows to lock up behind them.

"What's up, boys?" Skinny asks.

That was my cue to enter. Quietly, I slide my knife from its sheath. I make eye contact with Riley who is discreetly doing the same thing as he walks closer.

My heart is nearly thrashing against my chest from the adrenaline that's now making its way through my system. Skinny sees me in the mirror and opens his mouth to speak. I slam my knife down into his right hand at the same time Riley does, right into the back of Skinny's left hand, trapping him to the chair.

He screams, and a satisfied smile plays at my lips.

"I-I... didn't..." Skinny drools as he tries to speak.

"Please," I scoff. As if we don't know any better, "How much do they know?" I ask.

Davey, Brady-whatever-the-fuck, looks to Emmett, who is now beside me, and back to me.

"B-Boss?" he stammers.

"I don't need you to fuck with me, Skinny!" I smack one of the knives stuck in his hands. "I know what you are, you fucking pig!"

He cries like a little fucking bitch and starts begging for his life.

The fear that pours off this man can be sensed in the air around us, and it feels incredible. I walk around the room a little and notice Emmett has found a new toy.

"Where did you get that?" I ask, wanting one for myself. A straight edged, stainless steel razor.

Emmett smirked, he must know what's up. "Top drawer, it's almost full." Emmett pulls it back open to hand me one.

"Here, put that shit on his face." I toss Diego some shaving cream. He looks a little confused, but in our line of work you don't question your Boss; especially me. He does a horrible job, but whatever.

"Sit still, Mr. Fuller, I wouldn't want to nick you," I tell him. Now that fuck knows what's up for sure. "So, are you going to tell me what's up?"

"I don't know much." Brady, Dave, says. He's an associate, he shouldn't know shit.

I jerk his head back by his hair and start shaving the beard off his face. I heard it took forever for him to grow it.

"They...know about the heist going down with the guns, when and where." he says, "And..." he hesitates.

"And?" I smack the back of his head.

He grits his teeth, "Fuck it, just kill me, Cullen, get it over with," he pants.

I look around at the guys. I want my answers. I shrug. "You sure about that? Give me answers, and I'll make it quick; don't ... and it won't be fun for you," I tell him. Then, I dig the razor blade into the corner of his mouth and drag it up across to his cheekbone. Blood gushes from his face, staining the shaving cream and the cape thing wrapped around him.

"Hey, do you have something I can tie this prick back with?" I ask the guys. Brady is slumped over, drooling and crying to the floor. I really like this blade; it doesn't take much effort to cause damage with it. Stefan brings back a rope and ties him to the back of the chair. I continue to shave the other side of his face as if nothing even happened.

"So, was there something you needed to tell me?" I yank his head from side to side, checking out my work.

"Not bad, Boss." Diego laughs; he's closest to me and can see where I've cut Brady's face.

I nod.

"Yeah, make him look like the damn Joker," Emmett says, making a cutting gesture across the sides of his own face.

I get the blade ready; let's make this sad fuck smile. "Wait!" I don't listen, I continue to cut.

"Black, they know about Black!" he mumbles as he sobs.

We all pause. Not a breath is taken for a full minute.

"How the hell do you know about Black?" Emmett steps forward, resting his hands down on the blades that trap Brady, who cries out. He's a bloody fucking mess.

"I just happened across him," he manages to get out. "I asked this chick for a dime, we've been fucking around, I asked, and she took me there. She didn't let me in. She said he'd only see the Cullen boys."

"What's the bitch's name?" I grab his head back again and put the razor to his throat.

He gasps, Emmett steps away, "Rebecca, I-I...don't know her last name! Please..." I press as hard as I can, dragging the blade from ear to ear. Blood gushes so hard and fast that it nearly sprays from his neck as a gurgled sound comes from him. He twitches a few times before falling limp in the chair.

"Fuck!" I scream. "Get Black out of there, now, and tell him what his daughter did!" I turn and point at Diego.

"Fuck. Stef, go with him," Emmett tells Stefan. He nods in response.

"No, I want him on clean up. Riley can go with Stefan. Marcus needs to get his crew to clean up this shit." I tell them all.

"I ll call him and let him know," I tell Emmett.

Walking to the back, I head out to the alley where Nahuel and Jimmy wait, smoking a cigarette. "Do you two need anything from inside?"

"Closing time, eh? Just my keys; top drawer, as usual," Nahuel says with a casual shrug.

*TWC*

I plop down into a chair; Aro, Marcus, Jasper, and Carlisle are already here since they had a previous meeting.

Emmett sits next to me and nods to our brother. "What's up, Jay?" Em asks.

He doesn't look too happy, "Jasper?" I ask, leaning forward.

I look from my brother to my father, waiting for an answer. "Jasper here has been signed into an arranged marriage."

I had a feeling this was coming, next will be Emmett and myself. A long time ago, my father and Marcus sat the three of us down to explain that we'd be in arranged marriages. They even suggested that we save ourselves for our wives; Emmett and Jasper laughed, not taking it too seriously, but I...I did. I don't know if they ever really listened, but I just couldn't fuck around on my future wife. It was crazy; I haven't even met her yet.

I did watch a lot of porn growing up, however, which makes me laugh. I always had an itch to satisfy. Can you imagine? One of the most feared Cullen brothers is a fucking virgin? Who knows, maybe all three of us took them seriously?

"No shit? Who's the broad?" Emmett asks.

"Don't worry about that, now. Just get packed, we have business to attend to in Forks, Washington. Andrew hasn't paid up and is ignoring our phone calls," Carlisle says.

"That bitch thinks he can take my product and not pay for it, fuck nah. Edward, you've got this, right?" Marcus asks. He's the under-boss, along with my dad, and also happens to be my godfather.

I sit back, "Of course, do you want him gone or...?"

"No, just give him a message...a warning, and we'll set a time to meet," Marcus says while standing, "I need to pack."

"Hey, what's happening with Skinny?" Carlisle asks.

Emmett makes the Joker's smile across his face like earlier. "Edward made him look like the fucking Joker. Got him to talk and then slit his throat."

"Good. I got word that everything is taken care of with Black. New place, new setup. Riley says that Black loves the new place," Carlisle says.

Black isn't really much of a people person, it's kind of strange, but today is probably the first time he's left his place in over four years. He wasn't always that way. He used to be married and has three kids, but then his wife died and, in a way, so did he.

He will only deal with Riley, Diego, Jasper or myself; besides his kids. He will put up with Emmett if he has to, but Emmett is a big guy and intimidating even when he's not trying to be.

"When are we leaving?" I ask.

"How soon can you be ready?" Aro asks, speaking for the first time.

*TWC*

Bella's POV

Every Sunday we go to church just like everyone else in the small town of Forks. "We must keep up appearances and show the people we are just like them so they won't be afraid of us." My father had told me the first time we went. I knew why they'd be afraid. I didn't need any explaining for that, even at the tender age of twelve.

At the age of fifteen, my mother explained to me how I'd need to keep myself pure for marriage and that one day my father would decide my future. At the time, I didn't think that was fair; but I've come to terms with it, I think. I was just recently informed that everything has been set into motion. I will become Mrs. Cullen soon. I wasn't given much info on Mr. Cullen, I was still in shock. I even blocked out his first name by accident, but I'm pretty sure I've heard of a Cullen family before. They're supposed to be here in a few days. I've already noticed a few people who aren't from here, probably security checking the place out and setting things in motion.

If hell exists, then I'm pretty sure I'm going just because I hate church. It's boring to me. I sit in the very back where fewer people sit, with the minister's daughter, Angela Weber. She's nice, decent enough to hang out with but she's a major good girl, which is boring, and I like exciting. Who doesn't?

Halfway through the service, I hear the door softly open. I almost think I've heard things until someone slides into the pew next to me. No one ahead of us pays him any attention but Angela, and I sure do. He's sexy, dressed in all black. He even comes off as dangerous. Confident. I'm immediately attracted to him; it's like a pull, I just want to slide a little closer.

Angela scoots to the end, clearly uncomfortable, and motions for me to join her. I shake my head no. I'm about two seats from the guy, and I am not moving away.

I catch him smirking, having caught our exchange. He really is good looking; more than that, he's devilishly handsome with mischief in his green eyes. If he's a bodyguard for the Cullens, he can guard my body any day. Damn, he's yummy!

I can't even believe I'm openly watching him like this. Normally I shy away from men, boys; whatever.

"Hi," he says, softly.

My mouth falls open, but then I feel a tug on my hand, and I yank it away, mouthing no to Angela. I scoot over a little closer to Mr. Yummy.

I cross my legs and wrinkle my nose at Angela before turning back to the man next to me. His eyes are on my legs, though I'm not very tall. I feel a blush creep up from my chest and into my face, and his eyes follow that next. He gives me this crooked smirk and then winks at me.

Hot damn.

I look down.

He turns his body towards mine a bit and leans against the armrest. I swear I can feel him watching me. I know he is; because I'm looking at him through the corner of my eye.

I should say something back.

I turn to him fully when I see his tongue peek out to wet his lips a little. I think I just melted. A puddle of goo; that's what I am. All words escape me.

He is dressed in a dark suit, crisp and clean; like a perfect gentleman. And, although his copper golden hair is a bit wild, he still looks handsome. He stands suddenly, to my disappointment, and starts making his way up to the front. The pastor stumbles on his words, which gets me to look away from the godlike creature. Pastor Weber stutters again, looking straight at Mr. Yummy.

They're face to face, and if I hadn't been watching so closely, I would have missed his fist fly towards the good minister. He gasps, clutching his throat, and nods before dropping to the floor. People around gasp, some even stand.

Mr. Yummy turns, straightens out his suit, and starts back down the aisle. As he passes me, he gives me a full-on crooked smile and winks once more. I can't help but smile back once he's gone and the door closes behind him. I turned back to the front, and Angela has already made her way up there.

Mr. Yummy just throat-punched Pastor Weber.

I make eye contact with my father; he shakes his head and tries to hold back a smile. That's when I realize I have my own smile on my face. I laugh to myself and look down. Who punches a pastor in the throat?

*TWC*

After helping my mom set the table for six people I make sure my dress is neat; wrinkle and spot-free.

"Are you nervous?" I give her a look. "Yeah, I guess that was a stupid question. It's just that you look so calm. When I learned I was to marry your father, I was so nervous, I threw up."

That stops my fidgeting. "You and Dad were arranged?" How did I not know that? They seemed so in love for as long as I can remember.

She turns and heads for the kitchen, and I follow after her, "Of course. We all had arranged marriages. Our families believe in it greatly. That's not to say there haven't been scandals in the past. My uncle JR married three times, and none were arranged. It sure angered my Nana and Pops; they were very disappointed."

"Is that why they treat Lisa like she's not even there?" I ask and Mom nods. "Would I be treated differently if I refused an arranged marriage?"

She pauses and gives me a cold look. "I don't even want to hear you talk that way. Who you are marrying, the Cullen family; they're very rich. But not only do they have money; they have respect and power, as well. You'll have a very good life with them. Don't question this, Isabella. "

"I was just asking..."

Mom cuts me off. "Don't just ask, don't even have it on your mind. Who we've chosen for you is perfect. Now, help me finish setting the table."

*TWC*

I can hear talking on the other side of the kitchen door. Mom told me to wait fifteen seconds after hearing them to come out. After counting, I push the door open, and my tummy starts doing flips.

I meet light brown eyes with green flecks, the crooked smile that graces his lips sends butterflies to tummy. A strange, yet familiar, feeling.

He has messy brown hair that curls and I think maybe I'm staring too much.

The man next to him looks like a hard ass; dark brown hair and eyes, with a slight stubble across his jaw. The woman, who looks a bit like her son, or vice versa, is gorgeous. She has black hair that flips up at the ends like the hairstyles back in the sixties.

My dad introduces us. "Isabella, this is Carlisle and Esme Cullen and their son, Jasper. Are you all hungry?"

*TWC*

"Do you have dreams, Isabella?" Jasper asks. They've all been talking; inconsequential chit-chat, but I've been mostly quiet.

All eyes land on me, I don't like it. "I...um, actually," My mom gives me a dirty look, I quickly go on. "I don't know, I don't really have dreams."

"Everyone dreams," my mom says.

"I like that; your honesty," Jasper says, "It's okay to not know. You're young, you've got time."

For the first time tonight, I give a genuine smile.

"Would you like to join me for a walk?" Jasper asks. I nod. He helps me from the chair, which I really have to try hard not to roll my eyes at, and I lead him through the kitchen heading for the back door.

"So, what are your dreams?" I ask him once we're away from the door.

"I've always wanted a big family, how do you feel about that?"

"Kids; uh, yeah sure. One or two?"

He laughs, "Really, I thought more like four, or six, even."

"You dream of having four or six kids?" The way it comes out definitely shows shock.

He smiles and shrugs.

"When?" I ask him.

"When would I want to start having kids?" he asks, I nod. "Why not right away? We could grow up with our kids; still keep up with them and what not."

It makes sense, I've just never thought about it that way. "You look nervous," Jasper laughs. "How about we stop talking about babies for now and I take you out to a club in the city?"

"You do know I'm only eighteen?" I ask.

"Yeah, I know. I'll still get you in. I've got some business to take care of there so you can invite a girlfriend. You can celebrate your graduation... or the end of your single life?"

Both of those things make my stomach knot. A farewell to the life I once knew doesn't sound half bad.

"Would you have time to dance with me?" I ask.

"I'm not sure you'd want to dance with me in front of people. I'm not that great of a dancer, I'll probably embarrass you."

"What are you going to do then?" I know it's stupid to ask questions, I just can't help myself.

Jasper's lips make a tight line. "One day soon, I'll tell you everything."

"I know. I'm sorry; it was stupid of me to ask." I know better, and yet, I can never help myself.

"No, it's not stupid to be curious or to ask questions. It's just..."

I nod, "I know, Jasper. You don't have to tell me."

He smiles down at me. "I think I really like you."

"Oh yeah, in just a few hours, you've figured that out? What if it turns out I'm crazy?"

He laughs, "Aren't we all?"

The look in his eyes; I know it. He's crazy, and so am I, because I'm okay with that.

*TWC*

Jasper surprises me the next day at school. He decided to come pick me up. A man named Garrett would drive my car back home. We just hang out in my backyard all day and get to know each other a bit better.

I learn he has two brothers, Edward and Emmett, who are both younger than him. He's the oldest at twenty-three.

Edward is twenty-one, and Emmett is nineteen.

They're the youngest guys in the family to have a name for themselves and are some of the most respected and feared men.

I also met Emmett. For a nineteen-year-old, he's terrifying and huge compared to the guys I go to school with.

"Will you stop staring at her?" Jasper tells him. "You've met her, now go."

"She's really pretty, you lucky bastard," Emmett says with a dimpled smile. "Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Are you trying to ask her out?" Jasper glares.

Laughing, I tell him, "Jasper invited me out. I'll be with him."

"Hell yeah, we should chill. I'll be there, too," he says before taking off, not waiting for my answer.

"I can't believe him," Jasper says watching the car disappear around the turn. "So, did you ask any of your friends?"

I nod, walking to the backyard again. "Yes, I asked Adrian."

Jasper pauses, "Um..."

I know exactly what he's thinking. "Adrian is one of my best friends. She's excited to go out."

"Holy... Okay, fuck, that freaked me out," he says, running his fingers through his hair.

I bump his shoulder and just smile.

*TWC*

After Jasper leaves, I look back to my house. I can see movement near the kitchen window, and I know my mom is just waiting to bombard me with questions.

I don't think I'm ready for that, so I head for the gate. Just two blocks over is a park, and in the evening on a school night, it's always empty. It's a pretty decent place to escape to; I do so often, like right now.

I take a seat on the middle swing and sway back and forth for a while. The sky is light gray; clouds cluttering, promising rain soon, but it is peaceful. This time of day almost always is.

Twilight.

I know I've only met with Jasper twice, but he seems normal enough. I'm happy he's not some quiet, boring guy. He always has something to say.

Another thought comes to mind, I wonder if I will see Mr. Yummy from the church again. He sure was beautiful, and crazy mad!

Who punches a minister? I'm still asking this question.

Beautiful madness that is Mr. Yummy.

I notice a black SUV pull up along the curb next to the park. Jasper did say he would have someone watching me soon; you know, to keep me safe from the small town folks of Forks.

My tummy tightens when I see wild, copper-brown hair on the other side of the vehicle.

Mr. Yummy is here, and he s coming this way.

"Hey," he calls out as he makes his way over. He leans against one of the poles to the swing set.

"Hi," I tell him.

"Didn't your ma tell you not to talk to strangers?" he smirks. I find a bit of courage and go with it.

"You're not that strange," I tell him, "Besides you're Mr.-I-punched-the-pastor-in-the-throat-guy, so?" I shrug.

He smiles, "Yeah, that's me, but that's not my name."

"So, what is your name? I mean, so that you're not a stranger anymore," I ask

He licks his lips. "Masen," he says, "You can call me Masen."

"Masen?" It comes out a question, but it was just me testing it.

"Yep, so what should I call you, Miss-giggles-at-the-minister-who-just-got-throat-punched?"

I smile, I can't help it. "My friends call me B."

He nods, "B, not that it's truly my business, but what are you doing out here alone?"

I shrug, "Just didn't want to be around my mom at the moment. She's driving me nuts, lately."

"I can understand that." He straightens, and comes to sit next to me.

"You're going to break that swing," I tell him. He's muscled, almost thick; not fat, though.

"Are you calling me fat?" he asks, really sounding hurt.

I try not to smile, "No, you're just a giant."

"Good, I was about to drop to the floor and do a hundred push-ups."

"Oh, well, if you still need to, don't let me stop you." I laugh, "I've heard it's easier with your shirt off."

"B, are you trying to get me naked?" he smiles.

I can feel myself blush and again his eyes follow it. "I...I seem to have lost my filter?"

"I'm okay with that." He laughs. And, that sound? I could listen to him laugh forever.

He has a great laugh.

"But, it takes a lot more than that to get me naked." His hand lightly taps my shoulder, playfully.

"What; two dates and a couple drinks?" No filter!

"Careful, B, you almost sound like you're asking me out."

I feel like my smile is permanent right now.

He winks, but before he can say anything else, his phone rings.

"Hello?" he answers, and I hear the voice on the other end, though I don't hear what he says. "I'm chilling with B," he says, "A beautiful girl," he pauses, and smiles over at me.

My heart is beating painfully hard against my chest.

"Seriously, you're pulling me away for that?" Suddenly, his face turns cold, angry; even I fear him right now, and his anger isn't even directed at me. He turns away, "No, I can be there. Yeah, no, fuck you, too."

Danger! Dangerous!

Oh, but why is he so hot, maybe even hotter right now? I don't even realize he's not on the phone anymore.

"You're totally checking me out." He smiles, back to being cool and collected.

"You called me beautiful?"

He nods.

"I did. You are beautiful; deep, chocolate-brown eyes and your fucking legs? Mmmmm." I giggle nervously. "Damn, Giggles, what I wouldn't give to see those legs bare again."

My face and my chest are hot. "Well," I actually found my voice, "I'd invite you back to church, but I don't think Mr. Weber would be pleased."

"Fuck Andrew Weber, but don't worry, Giggles, we'll see each other again." He stands and moves directly in front of me. His hands grip the chains just above my head, and he leans down, only a few inches away.

"Do me a favor, B. Go home. Forks isn't safe right now."

"Why, because of the Cullen family?" I ask.

He inches a tad closer. "Go home, and be safe. I'll see you soon," he says. His smell is intoxicating, and it envelops me.

I find myself leaning close.

"Good-bye, B."

"Bye, Masen," leaves my lips in a whisper, and then he is gone, walking back to his SUV.