"What!" I screech with my two siblings. Police? We don't go near them, no matter what state. One of the rules of the game. No police are involved unless it is the head doing the issue work, and only for something vital. The certificate at the airport is one of the only things we need that involves the police.
"Can you be quiet!" Screeches back Rosalie. Stuck up Barbie. Doesn't know when is best to shut her gob. Now would be the time.
"Shut it Barbie." Alice sneers before turning to Carlisle and switching to her business tone. Time to sort out the problems. "We can't go to a police gala. Rule five." He sighs, as does Esme. But all three of the kids look completely lost. See, we have five rules. Each is to keep you alive, and you need to obey them at all costs.
"Rule? You in the Mafia or something." Edward says, making him and his siblings laugh. So we never told them a thing, not like they needed to know. We were Carlisle and Esme's godchildren and we visited everyone in a while. Well, that's how they saw it. When we don't laugh with them they stop.
"I know, but it will be more suspicious, and as the doctor of the town I am supposed to go." Carlisle admitted. We had to go that meant, for mum and dad said that we do what Carlisle and Esme say. I look at Alice and she gives a worried smile before we both look at Emmy. He is in charge, as he is the oldest in us three.
"Che dicono va." Emmett sighs slightly in frustration. (What they say goes). Carlisle and Esme nod in understanding even though they didn't mean to intrude. Italian and Spanish are common languages to know, apart from English, in the Mafia. "Is it going to be swimming weather?" Em asks glancing outside. Sunshine; meaning that we have to cover up. Mafia tattoos are familiar to the police.
"Rose, could you get some bathers for the girls. Plus they need a shirt or something to cover their back." Esme says thinking out loud. On our back is the tattoo you get for being in the Mafia. Once in, always in. Carlisle and Esme are still in the mafia, even though they moved. The tattoo has the words 'La Cosa Nostra' curving in a flipped L shape threaded through vines. "Jasper or Edward. We need bathers for Em, and also a shirt to get wet."
"But mum…" Rose starts before being cut off by a harsh glare from Esme. All three dash up stairs to get changed and grab the stuff.
We sit around for half an hour, casually chatting, the exhaustion gone. We have gone days with no sleep, so we're fine. Esme told us that while here we have to go to school, which I suspect would be horrible. Each of us took a quick shower to freshen up and was told that tomorrow we could shop, as today is Saturday. Monday we start school. Yippy. Took a while for them to come down, but they did, and with the right things. We again took turns, but this time to change. As I was the last, when I came out each where standing at the door.
"Bella hunny. Please don't annoy the police, and I suggest that you stick to Spanish and English while there. Italian is a bit odd." Esme nods and then gives a look to Emmy and Ali too. I nod in agreement and start off. The bathers I got are midnight blue boy shorts and halter. The shirt is a touch lighter blue, but still dark enough that when wet the tattoo won't show through. Ali is in purple, and Em in black shorts and shirt. Before stepping out I slip on my jeans and runners. Esme gives me a towel.
"What you staring at?" I bark out at Edward, who would be opening ogling me. He just smirks before we get in separate cars. Snobs in one, and us in the other. I give out a loud sigh as we zoom through the town.
"Sorry about the kids." Esme apologizes as we pass the town. So small; only problem about it. If going at a decent speed, then you pass right through. Guess we will be staying here for a while though, and going to school. Usually we don't when here, but usually it's during holidays. "We haven't told them anything still. Now that you guys came, they are suspicious."
"Why don't you just tell them?" I ask in wonder. Isn't that easier? Tell them and get over it? That means you don't have to lie, even if it is to the snobs.
"Because there is a chance they will want to join." Carlisle informs us in regret. We nod in understanding as the car stops. If you are in the Mafia, you have been in it your whole life, or married in. But you never want someone else to join. Horrible stuff happens and as much as you might hate someone you don't wish for that to happen to them.
"Make sure you stay covered." Esme reminds us as we step out. We each give a nod. The three snobs go to a pile of teenagers and start chatting. Carlisle and Esme direct us over to the police, most likely to get this over and done with. Slapping on a look of happiness I grab Ali's hand and we rush over.
"Children this is Chief black," Carlisle informs us motioning to a man not much older then him with black hair and eyes, and reddish skin. "Billy, this is Emmett, Isabella and Mary Alice. They moved down here for a while, because their mother is under going surgery." So that is our alibi now, I like it. It means we can extend it out for a while without any one knowing the difference.
"Wonderful to meet you." Billy says shaking our hands. "The other kids are over there." He informs us, pointing to where the snobs went. Giving a nod we start walking off. Fifteen people stand around a fire. You can tell which comes from La Push and which from the Forks. Apparently there are two schools, but one police station between these places.
"There who you're talking bout?" I hear someone say. Looking over I see a blonde with to much gel, and light blue eyes. Luckily the blue reminds me nothing of Lily. Lily has ocean blue that shows mischief and joy. Had. But this guys just shows that he has found what he wants. Great.
"Yeah, those three." Edward responds. Scanning the rest, all who have eyes on us, I see that the girls are in bathers. Kicking off my runners I dump the jeans, bathers underneath. Shirt stays on. "Looking good. Why not you take the top off too." Edward requests acting oh so confident. No one, and I mean no one says that to me. Emmett won't do anything, for he knows I can handle it. I mean, I have handled people much more threatening then Edward.
"Usted fucker de puerco." I scream at him. You pig fucker. A big offence in Italian; so I use it often. I wonder how many of them know Spanish, Esme said we could. Hopefully that won't be too suspicious. I mean; I am part Spanish, and Italian. My two siblings crack up. No one else understands. I know for sure that you learn Spanish here. Dumb arses. They all go back to their original conversations except for a few who come over to us.
"I'm Jacob Black." One says sticking their hand out. Black, as in officer black? He has the same hair, eyes and skin. Maybe so, but that also means that I need to stay away from him.
Without hesitating I grab his hand in a firm handshake. This shocks most people, for I don't seem that strong, but they are soon mistaken. Never underestimate your opponent. "Bella. You're Chief Blacks son?" I ask, not giving my last name. Dead give away. Need to find out what they said for the school. Jacob gives a nod.
So after that? Swimming of course. Then you got food, which was a barbeque. The police didn't bat an eye at us, thankfully. But Jacob got worse. Thought he was friendly, but god did I get that wrong. Ali and I went for a walk, Em still pigging out. I needed desperately to pee, so dashing off into the forest beside the beach I went. Trying to get out was different though.
See, I'm not lost at all. I can see where the beach is, Ali giving me a bright smile. The problem is that I can sense someone behind me. Another thing we have been taught. Straight away I do as taught. "Consiga ayuda." I scream at her. Get help. A hand slams down on my mouth and automatically I fight. Elbow in the ribs, grab the hand over my mouth and give a sharp twist. Swinging around I give a knock to the skull and jab to the throat. One down, and another grabs me. Looking up I pretty much think I'm delusional. Jacob, Chief Black's son, and his friends. Great.
"That wasn't very nice sweetie." One of them taunts me. Struggling they force me up against a tree. Great, just great. Show no fear. Giving my usual bored face I look them in the eye. I have done this way to many times. "Now, do you know the name Call?" Call. How could I not? Call, even though not a threatening name is still the name of another Mafia. Guess the Chiefs son is in the Mafia. Wonder if he knows.
"As in phone call?" I ask innocently. Never let them know the truth, even if they already do. One of them, don't know which, they all look the same. But one of them swings their fist landing it in my gut. Tensing for the shot it doesn't hurt much. I have had worse.
"Don't play games with me girl. We know who you are, and we want to know why you're here in our territory." One of them snarls. Woops. La Push must be their territory. Well how was I meant to know!
"This is your territory. How the fuck am I meant to know that!" I snarl back overly annoyed. Haven't they heard the latest news? And me being under eighteen shows why I might be in Forks of all places. "Look at the news you dip shit. If you know who I am then you know why I'm here."
"Get your hands off my sister." Growls a voice I love. Looking over Em and Ali stand there with, surprisingly, Jasper and Edward. Em and Ali, as I do, have a blank mask and are ready to fight. Jasper and Edward though, well they look overly shocked.
"We're on their territory." I state in a monotone voice. One of them turns to face away from Em and Ali, shirtless. Both swear under there breath and I take a glimpse. Shit, yeah, Call. A throbbing pain goes through my chest as a fist makes contact with it.
"Let her go, she did nothing wrong." Em says again, anger evident. We know that we can't act. We can't have another war here, when everyone who can fight are in New York. Jab to the throat leaves me spluttering for breath.
"She took one of ours down, where just returning the favor." A punch to the head and everything goes black.