A/N: Here's another story. This is another mob story, hope you enjoy. This is mostly BPOV but there is some EPOV mixed one. Thanks to Maplestlye, 2 brown eyes, sassynoles, and samviolawrites for prereading and being awesome. Thanks to Mel Cee for her beta work. She is all types of awesome. This chapter is short but they will all be longer after this. Off we go.

~Show me a man who has no enemies, and I'll show you a man who has never stood for anything.~

When someone tells you that their life changed, they can usually pinpoint one moment, one choice, that would have made things go in a completely different direction. When your life changes though, it isn't like that. There is a catalyst, but every moment from that point on can create so many different paths for your life to take. Maybe I should have made different choices, but I couldn't bring myself to regret the decisions I've made.

I was twenty years old, taking a year off from college after getting my associate degree, trying to find myself and what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. This led to me moving back in with my parents. I was glad they now lived in Seattle instead of the small town of Forks, where I grew up. My mom was a school administrator and my dad was a cop, but he was offered a position as the Chief of Police in Seattle. Things had been going well over the last few months. I was working part-time. I was getting to spend time with my parents. But like all good things, they don't stay that way for long. I came home one evening from work and found myself in a nightmare.

The door was already standing slightly ajar, and the silence coming from within caused a pit to form in my stomach. My dad and mom were always happy and joyful. They were madly in love with each other, and though I was raised with rules and curfews, they still guided me with advice and affection throughout my life. There was always laughter, shouts of victory, or their mushy confessions of love to each other to gross me out. I stepped inside carefully, the instinct my dad instilled in me kicking into gear. I was quiet as I crept through my house. Regardless of the possible danger, I absolutely lost it when I saw my dad, lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. His eyes were glassy and lifeless, the warm light no longer burning there.

I fell to my knees beside his body, dropping my keys and feeling like a little girl again. "Daddy," I said, knowing he wouldn't answer.

"Bella," a weak voice wailed from nearby. I scanned my surroundings and saw my mom, coming out of the kitchen, clutching her stomach, blood seeping between her fingers.

"Mom!" I rushed over to her, horror gripping me tight. "Oh, god, that doesn't look good. We gotta get you to a hospital."

"My beautiful girl. It's too late." She choked, her bloody hand coming up to caress my face. "I don't have much time, so listen to me. Go stay on the rez with Billy and Jacob until everything is taken care of. Then get out of here. Go to New York and find Edward Cullen. Tell him who you are and who your parents are. He will make sure you are safe."

"Mom, what? We need to get you help. Please, I don't know what any of this means." I was fighting hard not to start openly weeping.

"Bella, there is a letter for you in your room." She coughed, a gush of blood spurting forth, running down her chin. "Go, get it now and then get the hell out of here... I—If they come back, they won't care that you are an innocent young woman. They will hurt you or worse... I love you." She tried to give me a hug and then pulled away from me. She crawled over to my dad, taking his hand and lying on his chest. "Go, Bella!" She coughed again, more blood coming out of her mouth.

I stifled the sob coming from my lips. As much as it killed me to listen to her, I did what she said because my parents had never steered me wrong before. I ran up to my room, gathering what I could, and found the letter sitting on my bed, waiting for me. I grabbed my car keys from where I'd dropped them, changed my mind, and then took my mom's keys instead. She had a newer, more reliable car, and I could tell I probably would need it. I called my best friend, Jacob, on the way and spoke to Billy, my dad's best friend, and told him everything that had happened, except the part where I had to go to New York, knowing he would try to talk me out of it.

One thing was for sure: this was the catalyst and my life was about to change—forever.

A/N: There we go, off with a bang. Thanks for your support. Leave a review and let me know.