I had every hope of beginning this sequel for Married to the Mob up by Memorial Day, but real life had turned crazy with a broken air conditioner, ankle surgery and the loss of my muse. I'm hoping that starting the sequel will jump start my muse. We'll see … At least, that's my hope. You know? LOL.

Edward "The Boss" Cullen and his wife, Bella, survived hell and back. They are looking toward the future, which included a new path for the Cullen Consortium and impending parenthood. Edward and Bella are very excited for their new roles in their lives as Mommy and Daddy.

In the wings, there's a new enemy waiting. A man determined to bring down the Consortium and specifically, Edward Cullen. He was going to stop at nothing to put "The Boss" behind bars for the rest of his life. He partners with an unlikely ally, a woman who wants what she deserved. What she is owed, by her only family.

Will Edward, Bella and the family be able to move past this latest threat? One thing is for certain, they are Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom.

Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom

Prologue

MaasPOV

Looking at my bulletin board, I clenched my fists. So many deaths, so many disappearances. All of them were gone and all of them gone because of the Cullen Consortium. All of them were killed by Edward Cullen or his fucking cronies. He was a fucking monster. He needed to pay.

Now, how did I know this?

Royce King. He was a fucking wealth of information. Plus, he paid me handsomely to overlook his transgressions.

Blinking over to his picture, he was missing in action, too. He'd been missing for almost eight months, nearly nine. Last, I heard, he was going out to Dekalb, but he never came back. Neither did Stephan or any of the big players who went out there. It had to be Edward Cullen. The man thought he was fucking invincible! Like the law didn't apply to him.

I don't think so, asshole. You're going down.

I looked at the bulletin board, I crossed my arms and tried to figure out how to bring him down, to end their organization once and for all. I blinked to the picture that made me want to bring him down.

My sweet Charlotte, my baby sister. She'd been killed by Edward Cullen or by his family, his monstrous killing machines. She was a pawn in his dangerous game of chess, an innocent bystander.

"I'm going to get you, Cullen. You're going to fuck up and you're going down," I hissed. I sat down heavily, taking a swig directly from the whiskey bottle I kept hidden in my desk. My cell phone rang, and I swiped it, punching it harshly. "Detective Peter Maas," I barked. I listened to the voice and I grunted. "I'll be there." I stood up, caressing my sister's cheek. "I'm doing this for you, Char. He will pay for what he did to you. They all will pay."

I put her picture back and stuffed the whiskey into the back of my bottom drawer of my desk. Swiping my keys to the Crown Vic, I went down to the garage. I nodded at my captain.

"Where are you going, Maas?" he barked.

"I got a message from some guys from the fire department. There were a couple of bodies found in a fire," I answered. "Even with the fire, there was evidence of the bodies were shot. It's a homicide, Captain." He looked at me, his lips pursed. With a curt nod and dismissive wave of his hand, I got into my car. I drove to the address of the fire, wrinkling my nose as I smelled the residual scent of gasoline, smoke and ozone.

"Maas," called one of the few officers I trusted, Paul Wren. I sauntered toward him.

"Did you find the bodies?" I asked.

"I didn't. A couple of the firefighters found them in an industrial fridge," Paul replied. "From what I was told, it was like the bodies were stored here."

"Who owns this property?" I growled, pulling out my notebook.

"Owned by a bank. It was abandoned, save for some squatters," Paul answered. "It was a fire on the top floor that caused this much damage, but the bodies stored in the industrial fridge, in an empty restaurant, are our biggest concern, Maas."

"You said that they were shot," I said, jotting down some information.

"Yes, and these bodies were not recently deceased, Maas. The refrigerator protected the bodies, to an extent, but they were still burned and very deteriorated, at least have been dead for over six months," Paul hissed. "The ME is coming in to determine the time of death."

"What do you think?" I asked, arching a brow. "You wouldn't have called me if you didn't have a theory, Paul."

Paul looked around and reached into his pocket, pulling out an evidence bag. Inside the bag was a gold signet ring – a ring with an ornate crown on it, with diamonds on the points of the crown. I recognized this ring. I'd seen this ring and in fact, I had a brand of this ring under my watch on my left hand. It was covered with soot and other shit, but it was as clear as day that this ring belonged to the man who padded my bank account. "This was found underneath one of the bodies. One of the firefighters whom I know, found this. I gave him the evidence bag and he picked up the ring."

"This is Royce's," I said, wrinkling my nose. "How many bodies are there?"

"Two," Paul grunted. "The other one is male, but we can't identify him. It could be any number of guys. My guess is that it was Stephan Romani. He was last seen with Royce."

"They had partnered up," I huffed. "But, his wife had a funeral, burying the bastard. She's moved to New York to be with her oldest son. Changed her last name, too."

"Stephan was an abusive bastard," Paul growled, his eyes flashing angrily. I glanced at Paul, who's hands were clenched into tight firsts. "I remembered being called to their home and the wife covered in bruises. She didn't call, but neighbors. He loved to use her as a punching bag."

"And she never pressed charges?" I asked. Paul shook his head. "And why do you care?"

"Because my dad beat the shit out of my mom. It was only until I was bigger than him that he stopped when I kicked his ass," Paul snapped. "If it's Stephan Romani, I don't really fucking care. He's a douchebag of the highest order. Only a coward would beat the shit out of his wife, Maas."

"Okay, man. Relax," I said, holding my hands up in surrender. "When will the ME be done with the autopsies?"

"I don't know, but we can rule these guys' deaths as homicides," Paul sighed, taking a breath and glowering as the bodies were removed from the charred building. They were on gurneys, covered by black body bags. "Even despite the fire and such, there were clear bullet holes in the bodies."

"We need to figure out more about this property," I muttered, writing a note on my notepad. "Is it really bank-owned? Any forensics?"

"All or most of it was washed away by the water or burned by the fire," Paul said. "I'll get CSU here to check it out once the building was cleared by CFD and arson investigators." I blinked, my eyes burning from the acrid, sooty air. "I just wanted to let you know what I found. I heard the call over the scanner."

"Thanks, Paul," I nodded, clapping him on the shoulder. "I'm going to check with the ME and make sure I'm called first with the results of the autopsy." I pocketed the ring, making my way to the ambulance that was parked a few yards away. I spoke to the assistant, giving him my card. With a curt nod, I left the scene of the crime and drove back to the district. Upon my return, I added a few notes to my bulletin board before filling out the paperwork from the fire and now open homicide investigation. "More evidence pointing against you, Cullen. You're going down, you mother fucker. You killed my sister. You killed Royce and I'm going to put an end to your reign of terror." With a glower, I stared at his driver's license photo on the center of my bulletin board. "You're done, Cullen. DONE!"

A/N: So, here's the prologue to the sequel to Married to the Mob. It's an expansion of the ?POV from the epilogue from the first story. We heard from Detective Peter Maas and found out his vendetta against Edward, but it's all in his head. Up next will be the first chapter, which will be in a combination of Bella and Edward's POV, like in the first story.

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