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A/N: This story takes place in New York City, which I have never been too. Most locations are made up so please don't hate me if I'm not describing New York City perfectly! Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story! Please review afterwards! =)
Chapter 1: Unforgivable Sins
I was sitting in the black sedan, listening to the news reporter, trying to figure out what the hell went wrong. The banks heists usually went off without a hitch. But today was different. I had walked into the bank with Emmett and Jasper feeling confident. Walk in, get the money, run out. That was our motto. We lived by it. We never shot our guns, even though they were loaded and ready. In fact, only Jasper had a good aim when it came to the AK-47's we were carrying.
When we stepped into the bank, our heads covered with toboggan's, we ceased to be Edward, Emmett, and Jasper. We became terrifying bank robbers with the sole purpose of getting all the money in that was in the bank.
The robbery had started out as planned. Jasper had walked in and yelled for everyone to get on the ground. Emmett then walked around making sure that everyone complied, while I walked to a teller and told her to take me to the vault holding the money.
I had gathered the money and dragged the bags back to Emmett and Jasper. We each had two or three bags on our shoulders and we were about to bolt out of the bank when I saw someone move out of the corner of my eye. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion then.
I was turning to tell the man to stay down when a gunshot rang out. I had immediately looked at the man and saw that he had a revolver in his hands. I then heard Emmett let out a loud groan and fall to the ground.
Before I could even comprehend what was happening, Jasper had pointed his gun at the man and began firing. The man then fell to the ground and became motionless.
My mind instantly went into overdrive and I started shouting profanities at Jasper while turning to Emmett, who was sitting on the ground holding his arm. Get the fuck out of here! My mind kept shouting at me. I complied and began to help Emmett up.
I could tell Jasper was in shock. He had just killed a man for fuck's sake, but we had to get out of there before we spent our lives in prison for this shit. I yelled at Jasper to help me with Emmett and Jasper snapped out of his trance and helped get Emmett off the ground.
We had quickly gotten out of the bank and walked towards the car. Jasper then got into the driver's side of the car while I got in the back with Emmett.
"Get us fucking out of here!" I yelled at Jasper. We had to get to the safe house and fast.
I was on my way to the bank to cash my paycheck. I only got six-hundred dollars, without counting the tips, which is actually pretty good for a waitress. I had been a waitress at the Hi-5 café since I was nineteen years old. I had worked their for two years now and still didn't know what to do with my damn life.
I always enjoyed writing and literature and wanted to go to college for it but I let the opportunity pass me by. Alice said I would figure everything out soon, but that girl always said shit like that. Come to think of it though…she was usually right.
I was listening to one of my favorite songs on the radio when it was interrupted by a news report. "This is Chuck Downing with the Action 10 News team and we are live on the scene at New York City First Bank where a robbery has taken place." Shit. Now what was I going to do. I turned right at the next intersection to head across town to the other bank. "We have confirmed reports that three men stormed into the bank with what are believed to be high powered rifles. One of the men opened fire on one of the customers after he allegedly shot one of the assailants. The identities of the gunmen are unknown, as they wore masks to hide their faces. The gunmen fled the scene in a black sedan and police are now searching the city for these three men. They are to be considered armed and highly dangerous. The customer's condition is unknown but there are several reports that is was the son of New York City mob boss James Sipriano and his wife Victoria. If this is true then New York City may need to be getting ready for a mafia war. Everyone remembers when James and his goons stormed the Volturi home ten years ago, causing an all out war on the streets of New York City. It is unknown if the Volturi were involved with the robbery. That is all we have for now. This has been Chuck Downing. Stay tuned and keep safe." Great. All we need in this town is for a war to break out. I swear, sometimes I wished I lived back in Forks with Charlie. Hell, I would even take living in Florida with Renee and Phil.
I was driving down an almost deserted road now, which is very hard to come by in New York City. I stopped at a stop sign and began to slowly accelerate when I was sure that no one was coming. When I was in front of the intersection, I heard a loud screeching noise and then my head jerked forward. I hit my head on the steering wheel and could feel the blood trickling down my forehead, then down my nose and to my lips.
I could faintly hear metal scraping against metal, the screeching of the tires that were dragging across the pavement and a loud scream. I slowly realized that it was me screaming. Suddenly, the car came to an abrupt stop and I could faintly hear men yelling before I blacked out.
I was rubbing my head trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. We were hauling ass down the road and suddenly I was being flung around the backseat, along with Emmett.
When we came to a stop, I could taste blood in my mouth. Jasper turned and looked at me. He had a deep laceration on his forehead that would probably need stitches. Emmett was unscathed, except for the bullet wound in his right arm.
"Start the car back up and get the fuck out of here!" I yelled at Jasper.
Jasper turned the key in the ignition, only to be met with a loud groaning from the motor.
"Shit!" Jasper yelled out.
"What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Emmett asked Jasper.
"Edward, go see if that car we hit will run. If it does, toss whoever is in it out and help me get the bags out and we will take that car." I quickly complied.
As I walked to the car, I noticed that it didn't take as much damage as ours had. It had considerable damage to the back and the windows were broken and cracked but that was about it.
Without looking into the car, I opened the driver side door. I grabbed the arm of the person sitting in the seat and went to pull them out but stopped. They weren't moving. I looked down and saw a beautiful woman. Her head was bloodied and her eyes were closed. I began to worry that she was dead and started to panic. Two people in one day was far to much. I was about to check her pulse when she groaned.
"What…happened?" She asked. Her voice was beautiful.
"You were in a car accident. Are you okay?" I asked her. I didn't know why I was so worried about this beautiful stranger. I bent down and took her face in my hands to check out the damage. Damn. She was hurt pretty bad. She had a deep gash on her forehead and her long, dark brown hair was covered in blood as well. Her top lip was cracked open. Her lips. They were plump and full and I wanted nothing more in that moment than to kiss them. What the fuck? Now is not the time to be thinking that shit! I mentally reprimanded myself.
"What the fuck are you doing? We need to go now!" Jasper yelled at me, breaking me out of my ogling.
"I can't just fucking leave her here!" I yelled back. "She's hurt and needs help."
Jasper groaned and walked towards me.
"Whatever. Fuck. This day couldn't get any worse if it tried! What the fuck do you want to do with her then?" He had a good point. This girl was a liability. We had thousands of dollars in our stolen car and the cops searching the city for us, the last thing we needed was a girl to take care of.
But I felt a connection to her somehow. It sounded fucking cheesy but I didn't want to leave her side. I could never forgive myself if something happened to this innocent woman.
"Do you want us to get you some help?" I asked the woman. She looked at me briefly, her body slightly swaying side to side. She nodded her head at me. I immediately came up with a plan.
"Okay, do you mind if we take your car? Ours won't start and we can get you help." She nodded her head again. I could tell she had no idea what was going on. I pulled her out of the front seat and had Jasper open the back door so I could sit the woman down in the back seat.
I ran back to the sedan and got the trunk open, getting three bags out and putting them in the front seat of the woman's car where Emmett was now sitting. I then went back and tossed two bags to Jasper and got the last three, before getting in the backseat with the beautiful woman.
She had her head reclined back against the head rest and her eyes closed. I stared intently at her, feeling bad for what I was going to have to do.
"Now where the fuck do you want to take her?" Jasper spat at me while speeding towards the safe house in Staten Island.
"Take her back to the safe house with us." I told him. Emmett turned to me in disbelief.
"We rob a fucking bank, kill someone, and now we're going to fucking kidnap some random chick? What the fuck?" Emmett spoke up, his voice raspy and tired but full of confusion and disbelief.
"What the fuck are we supposed to do?" I asked Emmett.
"Dump her on the side of the road!" Emmett yelled at me.
"No." I couldn't leave her. I had to help her. I didn't want to hurt her and I would let her know that.
"Your…your going to…kidnap me?" The woman spoke up. Her voice was shaky. I didn't know if it was from the wreck or from her realization of being kidnapped.
"We won't hurt you." I told her. Emmett guffawed and I shot him a glance.
"You don't tell your fucking victim that you won't hurt them. You have to make them scared so they won't try shit. Your supposed to say shit like, 'try to run and we'll break your legs' or some shit like that." I heard the woman's sharp intake of breath.
"We won't hurt you. Don't listen to that dumb ass. We won't keep you forever, okay?" I tried to reassure the woman but could still see the terror in her face.
"Wh-what?" She said with a shaky breath. I could see that she was shaking and was beginning to sway. I was beginning to worry that she was going to pass out and before I could ask if she was okay, she did.
She fell toward me. Her head resting on my shoulder. I quickly positioned my body so that my back was to the door and hers was against my chest, only trying to make her comfortable.
"I think Edward is lovesick." Emmett teased. I smacked him on the back of the head, but couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face.
"Shut the fuck up! I'm trying to drive. Jesus! Fucking piece of shit car isn't going fast enough!" Jasper yelled. The car became quiet because Emmett and I both knew that Jasper wasn't in the right mind right now.
I hadn't felt this bad since…ever. I fucking killed someone. Someone who probably had a family and shit. His life was over. I was a murderer and nothing I did could change that. But what was I supposed to do? The fucker shot Emmett. He's lucky he only got away with a hole in his arm and not in his head.
Now we were on our way to Staten Island with some random fucking chick in the backseat. Kidnappers. Just the thing I needed on my resume, right next to the shit about me being pre-law. Fuck.
I drove through the city at a normal pace, not wanting to attract attention to ourselves.
I tried to look calm and collected when I paid the toll to get across the bridge to Staten Island. I drove through the streets and pulled into the driveway of our safe house we always used after our high risk bank robberies.
I turned the car off, grabbed three bags and got out without saying a word to anyone. I walked up the steps of the house to unlock the front door. I turned to see Emmett carrying two bags on his good arm and Edward carrying…What. The. Fuck.
"What are you fucking doing?!" I asked Edward, who was carrying that chick in his arms.
"Carrying her inside. What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" Edward spat at me.
"It looks like you've been whipped by a bitch you don't even know." I spat right back.
"Both of you shut the fuck up and open the damn door." Emmett yelled.
I opened the door and we walked into the house. It looked like shit but then again, it always did. It wasn't much but it had a fridge, a couch, a TV, and a few beds. That's all we needed.
Edward walked into one of the bedrooms with the girl still in his arms and came back out alone. He went back outside and I heard the car door open and then slam shut. He came back inside with the last three bags and dropped them on the floor.
Robbery. Murder. Kidnapping. Not to mention Emmett and Edward were up for robbery, accessory to murder, and kidnapping some bitch that we should have thrown to the side of the road. All I knew was that we were fucking screwed.
It was seven-thirty in the afternoon and Bella wasn't home yet. I wasn't really worried when she didn't answer her phone when I called two hours ago, since she rarely keeps it charged, but I was a little worried when Jacob called an hour and a half ago, asking if I had seen her today.
She left for the bank at three and said she would be back whenever, since she needed to buy groceries after going to the bank. I got really worried when I turned on the TV to the news and saw them talking about a bank robbery at the bank a few blocks from here. The one Bella always went to when she cashed her paycheck. Shit. I quickly picked up my phone and called Jacob's work.
"Hello? Officer Black speaking." Jacob answered the phone.
"Jacob? It's Alice. Shit. I need your help. I think something is really wrong with Bella."
"What?! Tell me Alice!" Jacob's voice became panicked.
"Fuck! That bank robbery. Bella was going to that bank to cash her check. I haven't heard from her since."
"Shit. Hold on for a second Alice." Jacob putting me on fucking hold. I was on hold for ten minutes before Jacob came back on the line.
"All the witnesses at the bank said the robbers didn't take anyone with them." Jacob said, sounding as relieved as I felt. "Maybe she got caught up somewhere. I have to get back to work. Have Bella call me when she gets home. If she isn't home by midnight tonight, call me." Jacob hung up the phone before I could answer.
Jacob sounded relieved with the news that Bella wasn't taken from the bank, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. I dialed a new number into my phone. This was my last phone call before I went on a man-hunt. The phone rang five times before she finally answered it.
"About fucking time!" I hollered into the phone.
"Shit, Alice! What the fuck? I told you I had a date tonight and I'm kind of getting ready for the date. Emmett wanted to take me somewhere nice!" Emmett McCarty and Rosalie had been dating for two weeks and Bella and I still hadn't met the man. I could already tell she was in love with him. She never talked about other men the way she talked about him. Gag me.
"Rosalie, I have a big problem. Bella is missing. She left around three to go to the bank, which was robbed. No one was missing from the bank but I'm still really worried that something happened to her."
"I'm sure nothing is wrong. Maybe she is hanging out with Jacob." Wow, way to be worried Rosalie.
"I called Jacob and he hadn't seen her. He called me to see where she was because she usually calls him at five every afternoon and she didn't."
"Wow. Okay let me-" Beep-Beep "Shit. Hold on for a sec Alice. It's Emmett."
"Yeah, cause he's more important than Bella." Rosalie huffed and her end of the phone went silent. She better not be having some kinky phone sex shit while our best friend is missing. Stupid Rosalie and her amazing Emmett who can do no wrong.
Five minutes and twenty-three seconds later Rosalie came back on the line.
"Still there?" Rosalie asked me.
"Well do you mind if I come over. Emmett had to cancel. He said some crazy shit came up and he can't go out."
"I don't know. Something about his friends needing him and they were in an accident so he is pretty sore."
"What kind of accident?" I asked her.
"A car accident. He says he hurt his arm pretty bad so he's doped up on some medicine. I asked him if he wanted me to come hang with him but he said no."
"Oh. Where does he live anyways?" I was starting to get nosy.
"I don't know, Alice. What the fuck is with the questions?"
"You've never been to his house?" I asked her, ignoring her own question.
"Nope. He shares an apartment with his two best friends and he said they have some rule about bringing girls home with them." Oh that's a good one.
"Uh-huh. That's kind of weird don't you think?"
"I don't know. I don't have a dick so I don't think like one. Why are you asking all these questions. Fuck, Alice. I'm going to go so I can come over to your house. Anyways, I'm sure Bella is fine. She's probably catching up with some friends or something."
Kidnapped. Kidnapped. I was dreaming it. Right? Of course I was, there was no way I had been kidnapped.
I went to sit up from where I was laying and noticed that my bedspread felt different. I rubbed my hands along the cloth and noticed that it wasn't the silky texture that my bedspread had. What the hell?
I shot out of the bed and noticed that the smell was different as well. Speaking of which, what was that smell? It smelled nothing like my home.
I looked out of the window and noticed that it was dark outside. When had I fallen asleep?
The room was dark as well, the only light coming from the moonlight filtering into the window. I noticed light peaking under the doorway across the room. Where the fuck was I?
I went to take a step towards the door and a searing pain shot in my head and to my feet. Fuck that hurt.
Was I drunk? Did I have a one night stand? Oh. Shit. I still had my clothes on though. I decided to just fuck it and I walked to the door.
I slowly opened the door, afraid of what I would see. I walked into the lit hallway and followed the sound of the TV that I could now hear.
As I walked into what I presumed was the living room, I noticed three men sitting on the couch watching the news. Seeing the men brought back some memories I didn't know I had.
"We rob a fucking bank, kill someone, and now we're going to fucking kidnap some random chick? What the fuck?" Kidnapped. I really was kidnapped!
"Dump her on the side of the road!"
"We won't hurt you." One of the men had said.
Shit! The three men turned and looked at me. I said that out loud, didn't I.
"Your up." One of them said. I looked at the three of them.
One was big and muscular. He looked like he could be a bodybuilder. He was very attractive with short, dark brown, curly hair. He had a patch over his right arm that had blood seeping through.
The one sitting to his right was staring at me…no, glaring at me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead ten times over right now. He looked as if he had just gotten out of the shower and his light blonde hair was wet and falling into his eyes. He had a bandage over his left eye and another on his right cheekbone. Like the big guy next to him, he was rather attractive.
The last one, who had stood up and walked closer to me, was by far the most attractive. He was beautiful. He had bronze hair that looked as if he had just had the greatest sex of his life. He looked like a sex god. He had piercing green eyes that were staring intently at me and I couldn't help but stare back.
"Where am I?" I asked him.
"Your at our house. Your going to be staying with us for awhile." The sex god told me. I don't think so buddy. He may have been sexy, but I'd be damned if I was going to be stuck in this house with a bunch of kidnappers. I had to make an escape.
"Where's your bathroom?" I asked them.
"Straight down the hallway." The bodybuilder said to me.
I walked down the hallway and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Shit! No windows. I stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes and then flushed the toilet for effect.
I walked down the hallway and looked into one of the bedrooms. I took a step toward the men, but stopped halfway when I noticed a big window that, if opened, would lead me straight to the road. I quietly snuck into the room and looked for a latch to open the window. I tried to open it for what seemed like hours but it never budged. I was going to have to do this the hard way then.
I looked around the room and found a steel folding chair leaning against the opposite wall. I walked over to it and gripped it tightly in my hands before walking over to the window. I reared the chair back and swung with all my might, shattering the glass window. I kicked some of the glass away to avoid cutting myself and then dove out of the window. I picked myself up off of the ground and started hauling ass towards the road.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please review and let me know if you want me to continue! =)
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