A/N: Hello, everyone! My name is Nicole, and I'm really excited about starting to write fan fiction again. I used to write it, but then I stopped a little while back. So I decided to start again the other day. This story has me really excited because I have some great ideas. Plus, I love the Twilight saga so much!

This story is a little different. It's ALL HUMAN and definitely Alternate universe. I might switch around the POV, but I haven't decided yet. It might seem a little slow at first but it definitely picks up. I hope you enjoy this! Please leave review when your finished! Thank you!

Summary: When a warden's wife is kidnapped by a desperate prisoner, she is surprised to find out that he has other plans for her than as a hostage.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! All belongs to Stephenie Meyer!

Chapter 1- Proposition

Edward's POV

It was an unusually hot and sunny day. The weather was uncomfortably warm while the sun rested high in the sky. The only thing that could be heard was the obnoxious movements of the prisoners in the court yard. Shackles clung tightly to my wrists while the orange attire I wore matched everyone else. The grip the security guard had on my upper arm was too tight; annoying might be a better word. But I didn't dare fight it. The last thing I needed was to be in trouble for fighting with a jail guard.

I glared back at him, allowing myself to do that much, and, with out an hesitation, he shoved me toward the others who were horsing around when they should have been working. A dark-haired man with icy blue eyes came up behind me, unlocking the handcuffs that clung to my wrists.

The drill was simple; pick up the shovel and smash rocks for a reason that I still had no clue about. But I didn't question it, only obeyed. It was said that doing it would cause us to learn discipline. Yeah right.

Talking to the other prisoners was not an option for me. The reason? Well, they belonged here. They were guilty. I wasn't. But did the judge bother to listen to my side of the story? Of course not. They had all the proof they needed to lock me up for a good twenty years.

I lifted up the rusted shovel and began to smash the over sized stones like I had been doing for the past two years. You were never supposed to question why you had to do such a pointless and stupid working drill. I learned that the hard way when I first got here. Since then, I speak when spoken to.

After about five minutes, I glanced up at the top of the stone walls with barbed wire poking out dangerously. Security guards paced the walkway on the path by the barbed wire, waiting for someone to make one wrong move just like they always did. Their black shot guns were in their hands so much, that you would think they were glued there. All of them were dressed in dark blue pants and dark blue shirts. Hats remained on their heads while dark black sunglasses clung to their faces. Just your typical guard.

Today wasn't my day. I could tell from the moment I woke up around 5:30 this morning to two men screaming at each other for absolutely no reason. Of course this caused the cops watching them to get involved. That's when they forced us all up out of our beds to do shitty manual labor.

But I never complained. Letting it breeze over my head was way easier. Trust me on this when I say getting in trouble around here means that there is always hell to pay later. So I just figure that if I stay out of everyone's way, then maybe I'll get out of here on good behavior. It's a long shot, but it sure as hell is worth a try. Who am I kidding? I was given twenty years. I still had eighteen more to go, and I was only 24.

Shoveling to my left was a man by the name of Michael Newton, a blond-haired, blue-eyed bastard who always looked for trouble. He was in here for rape and seemed to be proud of his "accomplishments." He was one of the many jack asses that I couldn't even stomach.

Naturally, Mike did what came easy to him; picking a fight. "Hey Cullen! Why don't you quit throwing your shit toward my pile. I already got enough work to do. The last thing I want is to clean up after you," he yelled.

Just ignore him. He'll get bored and shut up, I thought to myself. It was the only way I could get through the day with out ripping his disgusting face off.

I went back to doing my work, ignoring his annoying tone of voice. My eyes looked up toward the guards who were now watching the two of us, thanks to Mike. One of them spoke into the walkie-talkie attached to his shirt while staring in our direction.

"Why don't you go kill a few more people instead of trying to get out of doing your own work!" he yelled loud enough for the others dressed in bright orange to stop and glance in our direction.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Keep your cool, Edward. He'll shut up, he'll shut up. Reassuring myself was something that always calmed me when I was on the edge.

"Figures you wouldn't say anything. You don't have the balls," he said loud enough for me to hear, but no one else.

I threw my shovel to the ground with a loud whack! and turned my body in his direction. "How about I kill you instead, huh Newton?" I yelled louder than I intended to.

He smiled, deviously. "I would love to see you try," Mike challenged, taking a step forward toward my direction.

Almost immediately, I froze, stopping myself from doing something that I would sure as hell regret. Getting in a fight right now was definitely not worth it. I turned my head to the side and glanced up at the security guards who held their tight grip on their weapons. I sighed and stepped back away from Mike.

"What's the matter, Cullen? Afraid I might actually be able to kick your ass. Or are you just afraid that you might get in trouble by the big bad guards?" He snickered ferociously, causing my whole body to tense up.

I couldn't take it anymore. He was asking for it. With out any hesitation, I turned on the balls of my heels and lunged for him. My fist collided with his cheek bone forcing him to stagger back. He brought his hand and rubbed his face once before he smashed his hand into my jaw.

From the corner of my eye, I could see the other prisoners leaving their shovels behind to come and watch the anticipated fight that they knew would happen sooner or later. Loud howls and eruptions of excitement and words along the lines of "Fight!" came from the mouths of the convicts dressed in neon orange.

I ended up pummeling Mike to the ground and slamming his face into the flesh of my knuckles over and over again, causing them to bleed. There was no stopping me now. The cheers of the prisoners erupted from all around me, encouraging me to continue. Mike got in some good swings to, forcing blood to leak from my nose. But I was sure that my face wouldn't look as bad as his.

Before my hand came in contact with his face one last time, I stared toward the guards who watched us in amusement like they did everytime there was a fight. They'd gawk at us until they figured out who had won and THEN stop the fight. The guards all enjoyed our fights as much as the other prisoners.

With that came the sound of a loud gun shot erupting from above. Immediately, like we were forced to do everytime something like this happened, our hands went behind our heads while we lay flat on our stomachs. Hell was coming sooner than I would have expected.

I glanced up, discreetly, staring up at the security guards who walked toward me. Forcefully, they placed silver handcuffs around my wrists and dragged me up off the grassy floor. "Let's go Cullen!" one of the said through gritted teeth.

I didn't fight it. Instead, I just obeyed like the prisoner that I was.

Of course I knew what was going to happen next as we walked hastily out of the court yard and into the creaky elevator. I was in deep shit and there was no way I would be getting out of here on good behavior with this fight going on my record. The judge would take one look at it and tell me that I would most likely have another year or two added to my already twenty year sentence.

Exhaling through my nose, I followed the guards as they led me to the "Warden's" room. Jacob Black was in charge of this all. The Washington State Prison was his, and he was damn proud of it. Jacob was a well-respected man. People thought that he was a shining gift from heaven, that he was the best thing that ever happened to the town. I never could see how that was possible considering the fact that he only owned a prison.

But maybe it was because he was running for mayor now. I'd seen his campaign commercials during meals when we would be in the cafeteria and he was as fake as Pamela Andersons boobs.

One of the guards knocked lightly on the door. "Mr. Black? We got Cullen. You wanted me to send him to you, remember?" the guard stated.

Send me to him? Wasn't I supposed to be getting in trouble for nearly breaking Newton's face? Maybe they had contacted him with their oh-so-handy walkie talkies. They used those things more than they breathed.

I could hear Jacob's voice from the other side of the door as I waited patiently for my punishment. "Yes, send him in," he called.

The security guard sneered widely as he stared up at me. I was nearly a head taller than him, but obviously his devilish smile meant that I was clearly in trouble. He opened the door for me and shoved me in, apparently impatient with my slow pace. I grinned inwardly. If there was one thing I loved, it was the chance to piss the guards off with out having a cause to get in trouble for it.

I trudged into Jacob's office. It was a pearl white color with several certificates and awards hanging orderly around the room. He certainly was pround of his accomplishments and enjoyed flaunting them.

Standing next to Jacob was a woman that definitely wasn't his wife, but his campaign manager, Leah Clearwater. She was the woman who was making his dream of becoming mayor come true. Maybe I'm crazy, but I would say that her outfit was not exactly appropriate for a meeting with her client. She wore a tight, short black skirt that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. A silk blue top clung to her torso while a massive amount of cleavage busted through.

Not very proffessional at all.

I cleared my throat once, trying to get Mr. Black's attention to let him know that I was in his presence. He was reciting what looked like a campaign speech into his tape recorder while Leah smiled adoringly at him. Jacob held up one finger as he began to finish off his phony lies of how he would make the city a better place.

When finishing his rant, he set the recorder down on the edge of his desk and turned his attention to me.

"Ah, Mr. Cullen," he began. "please, take a seat," he said gesturing to the black leather chair that rested in front of me.

Normally, he never would have asked me to sit. I was evidently going to be in this depressing room for longer than I had intended. This was going to be horrible. I was already itching to get away from this fake bastard. But with out a word, I nodded my head and maneuvered myself into the chair with my hands still in the silver handcuffs.

He sighed and smiled weirdly. "Those must be uncomfortable," he stated, pointing to my wrists. He held up his finger, telling me to wait a moment before he pressed a button on his phone.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Black?" came a raspy woman's voice on the other line.

"I need Embry. Please send him to my room," he said urgently. "And make it quick!"

The woman's voice sounded...terrified? Like she was afraid of this man. He was the last thing that I would ever fear. Jacob Black played the game of life and death. Once you were in with him, you had to play too. And I would be damned if I were to lose.

Jacob folded his hands neatly in front of him while his campaign manager rested her hand comfortably on his shoulder. A little too comfortable if you ask me. But who was I to judge? "It'll just be a moment. Then you and I can discuss your situation."

I nodded my head and gritted my teeth slightly. "Okay."

Just then a deep voice from the other side of the door along with a knock interrupted Jacob's next statement. "Mr. Black you wanted to see me?" the security guard by the name of Embry asked. He, too, sounded a little frightened just as the woman had.

"Yes. Come in, please," Jacob said in an overly cheerful voice.

I turned my head as the massive guard stepped inside of Mr. Black's office. His hair was dark as night and hung just below his shoulders. He looked like he could use a good hair cut, in my opinion. His cheeks were extremely scruffy and his eyes looked tired, like he hadn't slept in a good 48 hours.

"Mr. Call, I would like you to remove the handcuffs from Edward's arms. He might be in here a while, and I don't want him to be terribly uncomfortable," Jacob stated, shocking all of us in the room. I wasn't complaining or anything but still this was extremely unusual especially for someone who should be getting punishment.

With out another word, Embry was at my side unleashing the shackles from my wrists. When they were free, I massaged them slightly with my fingers. I didn't realize how tight they were until the cuffs were finally off. "Will that be all, sir?" Embry asked, standing like a soldier.

"Yes, Embry. Thank you," he stated watching Embry leave the room. Jacob glanced up at Leah and smiled warmly. "Would you give Edward and I a moment. I would like to discuss some matters with him."

Leah grinned back. "Of course. I'll just be making some phone calls about the campaign," she said reaching for the knob on the door.

To her surprise, a woman slammed right into her, clearly in a hurry, causing Leah to stumble to the floor. "Oh God! Leah, I am so sorry. I didn't even know you would be standing there. I'm such an idiot," the woman said as she leaned down to help Leah up.

Of course I knew who she was. I've seen her here for the past two years that I have been here, and she lived right here on the prison grounds. Her name was Isabella, or better yet Bella. One thing I learned was that she hated when people called her Isabella. Not from experience, just from others.

She was shockingly beautiful with a big heart full of compassion to go along with it. It made me wonder how someone so innocent and sweet could end up married to an ass like Jacob Black. Her translucent complexion went wonderfully with her long brown hair. Bella's chocolate colored eyes were something that anyone could easily get lost in.

Leah was up from the ground and smoothing the wrinkles out of her shirt. Her face gave her away, letting others know that she was extremely pissed off. "It's okay, Isabella. It was only an accident. Just watch where your going next time," Leah stated icily before leaving the room.

Bella took a deep breath and sighed, closing the door when Leah left. "I don't like her, Jake," she said through gritted teeth. "And I need to talk to you about-" She stopped abruptly when she noticed my presence. I don't know how she could have missed me, especially when I stuck out in my orange attire in this dull room. "Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting?" she asked tearing her gaze away from mine.

Jake smiled widely. "Of course not. Your my wife so that gives you rules that allow you to interrupt." He chuckled and took her hand in his. "Isabella, you remember Edward, don't you?" he asked gesturing toward me.

She glanced back in my direction and smirked. "Yes. I remember."

I kept my face emotionless while I gave a slight nod and said "Hello" just above a whisper.

Bella smiled slightly. "Hi."

"Well, apparently, Edward has quite a temper. He just got in a fight today with Mr. Newton, nearly breaking his nose," he said keeping his eyes fixed on me although he was talking to his wife.

Bella raised her eyebrows. "Oh."

"How do you think I should handle this, dear?" he asked, turning his body toward his wife.

She swallowed thickly and opened her mouth to speak, but then snapped it back shut. "Oh, I'm in no position to decide that." Bella paused and looked in my direction. "I'm sure that you should get both sides of the story before deciding anything though. It's only fair," she stated.

Jacob nodded his head. "Yes. Yes, I agree with you. When are you going to quit that job of yours so we can have you here at the prison. I'm sure you would do excellent here."

I watched as Bella clenched her jaw. It was obvious that this was an issue for the two of them. "I'll just see you tonight. I only have an hour lunch break, and I need to get back. We can talk later, I guess."

He nodded. "Later, then."

With that, she left the room. I couldn't help but watch her every step as she left. Bella had my sympathy. Jake treated her like she was one of the prisoners here, trying to control her every move as if she were nothing more than a puppet.

My thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Black cleared his throat. I stared back in his direction, inwardly yelling at myself for staring at her. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" he asked leaning closer over his desk.

I nodded my head. "Yes."

Hopefully that was the answer I was supposed to give.

I watched as he bobbed his head back in forth and rubbed his temples as if he had an excruciating head ache. Jacob sighed loudly while I waited patiently for him to speak. "What would you say if I told you this punishment your supposed to be given could go away?" he asked.

I licked my lips once and cleared my throat. "I would say what's the catch?"

Jacob laughed and leaned back in his chair. "You're a smart man, Edward. Don't know how the hell you ended up in a place like this." He stopped for a second. "Well, maybe I do, but that's not the point."

"Then what is, Mr. Black?" I asked quietly.

He got up from his chair and walked to the window with a drink in his hand. "I need a favor," he stated with out looking my direction. Jacob stared aimlessly out the window at the prisoners working in the scorching sun.

That took me by surprise. What could I possibly do for him?

"You don't think I see, Mr. Cullen, but I see," he said wickedly. I didn't understand anything that he was saying so I waited for him to continue with this bargain. "I see the way you look at my wife."

I swallowed thickly, discreetly, trying to keep my cool. "And in what way is that?"

"Don't play dumb, Cullen. I know what you would like to do to her." He paused a moment. "You said so yourself; she's beautiful. So, therefore, I need a favor from you." He turned back to the window and took a slow sip of the drink in a glass. I waited for him to continue due to the fact that I was utterly confused. "I need you to kill my wife."