This is my second attempt of a fanfic. I started "Eternally Yours" and I plan to continue it…I am just not sure which direction I am going to head in. I thought of this story and I just had to get it down. Please review and let me know if I should continue or not. The Italian translation is at the bottom of the page.

Prologue

Why did I think I could do this? Why does my father want to ruin my life? I really don't know what to do anymore.

I am 16 years old and I had a beautiful life in Tuscany. I had tons of friend's, designer clothes, perfect grades, and my family. I planned to go to college and get my master's in business so I can help my father out.

He has been running a successful investment firm for the last 15 years. My goal is to take over the business since I am going to be inheriting it when my father dies. I can still here him telling me "You are so much smarter than your old man."

I always felt a swell of pride coming off of him in waves when he said that. I have always been a straight A student. I am working towards a scholarship to get into college. Not that I would have to pay for it…my family is extremely wealthy. My dad's firm has been very successful over the years.

The only issue is that most of our wealth did not come from that. That is where my brother Emmett comes in. He is taking over a big part of the family business as well; a part I want nothing to do with.

You see there is two parts to my father's empire, the legitimate investment firm and the Italian mafia.

My father is Charles Swan, the notorious mob boss in Italy. He is a fearful man who won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head; even family.

His brother Phil would be one example; although the dickhead deserved it ten fold. He murdered my mother Renee in cold blood. When my dad found out that Renee was murdered by my Uncle Phil, he not only put a bullet in his head, he dismembered him piece by piece and made him watch as he burned it right in front of him. I didn't stick around for the show as I was only 14 years old, but Emmett made sure to fill me in on the gory details.

This is the side of the business that my brainless brother is taking over which makes my father so proud and me so angry. I don't want Emmett in that life. You would think that since we have seen way too much in our lives to think my brother had a bit of common sense.

Too many times we have seen people being dragged to our estate and taken into the dungeon in our basement, never to be seen again. Charlie and Renee tried to keep us sheltered from seeing those things when we were younger, but they never realized how perceptive we were. It wasn't until one day at the kitchen table when my brother blurted out "So dad, how come when you bring company down to the basement they never come back up? What happens to them?" My father spit out his food right there. I had to admit, it was kind of funny hearing my father stammering to my brother how he is too young to know those kinds of details and to talk to him when he is older.

Back then he didn't want him to be in this life. Once my mother died, however, he stopped caring and gave into Emmett's wishes. The day my brother turned 16, dad started to show him the business. Now he is seventeen and waiting until his 18th birthday so he can be sworn into the "family." Too bad dad's actual family is now suffering because of this life.

Which brings me to today; being stuck on our private plane going to Fork's fucking Washington in the states to stay with one of dad's associates. Apparently they run the family business on the U.S. side and can be trusted.

There were Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme and 3 children; Rosalie who is the oldest at 18 and twins Alice and Edward who just turned 17. Apparently Edward is a Principe di mafia just like Emmett. We have been sentenced to stay there until the war in Italy is over.

The Russian Mafia has made an appearance in Tuscany and has killed several of my dad's men. I felt a nauseous twinge in the pit of my stomach when I think of how much danger my father is in. There have been some threats sent in my father's direction in regards to us. We have become a target in my dad's war and now we are in hiding.

I look over to my brother who is looking intently out of the window tense and serious. He really didn't want to come with me. He wanted to stay with dad and fight claiming it was his "right as the prodigal son." My dad refused to listen to him and simply told him he wasn't experienced enough to stay. Emmett only agreed to come once dad told him that he needed to be there to protect me in case we are found. I could tell he was worried about dad, we both were. After losing Renee I don't think I could handle losing another parent.

Once the plane landed in Seattle, we were escorted by our bodyguards, Marcus and Laurent through the airport to find our car that dad rented us. Almost immediately I could tell that I really didn't want to be here. We had just landed and already I was so homesick I could barely breathe. Emmett sensed this and squeezed my shoulder lovingly.

He leaned into me and whispered "saremo ok." I looked at him and scowled. How can he think everything was going to be ok? I turned to him, huffed and whispered "Il babbo è in pericolo, come sarà ok?"

His face turned hard and his eyes glared into mine sending shivers into me. I pissed my brother off and he looked scary. "He is going to be fine because I fucking said so! I understand that you don't want to be here anymore than I do but he is doing this for our safety and you will be grateful Isabella!" I winced at the use of my full name. He knows how much I hate it.

He then turned on his heel and walked towards our black Aston Martin Vanquish which even I had to admit was a pretty hot car. I could see the huge smile on Emmett's face when he saw what he was going to be driving. Marcus put our bags in the trunk and Laurent handed Emmett the keys.

Once all four of us were in the car we proceeded to make our drive to Forks. I still didn't understand how someone as powerful as Carlisle Cullen is living in this small hole of a town in Washington.

Shouldn't he be where all the action was?

When I asked Laurent this he just laughed at me. "It isn't like you want to advertise that you work for the Italian Mafia. He chooses to live here to keep a low profile and to keep his family safe."

Well that is more than my father has done for us.

We live in the huge mansion right in the heart of Tuscany and everyone knows who we are. It almost seems like my father likes it that way. He loves to be feared and wants everyone to know it. Stupid male testosterone comes by the truckloads out there.

I closed my eyes and tried to erase all the events that are happening in my life out of my mind. I just pray that this new life that has been forced on me will be worth it.

saremo ok – "everything is going to be ok"

Il babbo è in pericolo, come sarà ok? – "dad is in danger, how is it going to be ok?"

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