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Chapter 4
Bee
Green.
His eyes are green.
"Your husband will have green eyes…"
I can still hear Angie's seven-year-old voice as if she was sitting here with me. I can't believe that at seven she somehow saw the future.
No.
It's just a coincidence. I'm not marrying that rude piece of shit anyway. I'll talk to Dad and convince him that it doesn't make sense. Besides, they're not even Italian.
His eyes were the first thing I noticed when he walked into the room. He's a gorgeous male specimen, I'll give him that, but what a fucking douche.
I'm too pissed to even focus on my reaction to him. How dare my father think I'll marry this rude, staring motherfucker!
My eyes never leave my father as he shakes his head.
"See, I told you not to worry," he says to Carlisle.
"You did. I'll trust you more when we're in-laws," Carlisle jokes, and they both laugh.
"You two can go to hell because I'm not fucking marrying him!"
"Isabella! Must we all be victims of your attitude and vulgar language?" my mother asks, staring daggers at me.
Esme waves her off, taking a sip of her wine. "It's fine, Renee. I'm the only woman in a house full of men, I'm used to it."
"How about the four of us go into my office and talk about the engagement. Chief?" Carlisle asks my father, and I roll my eyes at the mention of his gangsta name.
"There is no fucking engagement, and there never will be," I say, looking Carlisle in the eye.
"I agree with the Princess," Edward says, coming back into the room with a new shirt and no longer bleeding.
"I'm glad we agree on something, cocksucker." I give him the finger.
Seeing him reappear again does something to my heart that hasn't slowed since he walked in earlier, all swagger and hotness.
"Oh my! Renee, why don't we leave them to the details," Esme says, standing.
Our mothers leave the room and both Edward and me glare at our fathers.
"Look, Da, I know what's expected of me. I've always known, but I thought in like ten years, and I thought to someone a little more docile." He raises an eyebrow at me.
"Docile? Go fuck yourself," I seethe, not believing the nerve of him.
"Keep talking, and I'll put something in that pretty little mouth of yours," he says, throwing a wink my way.
I ignore the pulsating between my thighs. "You put something in my mouth, and I'll bite it off." I blow him a kiss.
"Abbastanza! I've had it up to hea with you two!" Dad yells, his Brooklyn accent thick.
"Then call it off because I'm not fucking doing it! I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm graduating and going to fashion school in New York. I'm not getting married right now!" I yell, my fists balled up at my sides.
"By all means go to New York. There's enough Italians in The Hub as it is." Edward takes a seat, glaring at me.
"Look, the marriage is happening! So you two get your heads out of your asses and play nice! When it happens can be discussed," Carlisle says before turning to his son. "And you stop acting like the fucking maggot! You're going to be the boss, Killa!" He hits Edward in the head.
"We're going in. You two play nice and join us without fucking fighting! Once we're done with dinner, we'll discuss what the both of youse want. It's called compromise." Dad shrugs, walking out of the room.
I watch in anger as Carlisle walks away with his arm around Dad's shoulders. They both laugh like we're the funniest fucking people they've ever seen.
"Motherfucker!" Edward yells, kicking at the coffee table.
"That's not going to fucking help us, Edward, or whatever your fucking name is." I take a deep breath, feeling defeated.
No. I'm not marrying him. I have fucking plans, and nothing is going to stop me.
"What do you think is going to help us? Isabella?" He stands and walks over to me.
Every inch of my body tingles from being so close.
"My name is Bee. If you call me Isabella again, I'll break another part of your fucking body. Do you understand me, Princess?" I raise an eyebrow, challenging him.
He stares at me, unmoving, his eyes wandering from my own down to my lips. "I'm not fucking marrying you. You're wicked crazy," he says, his accent thick.
I've never agreed with Alice about Boston men and their accents, but hearing him speak does things to me. Things I'm not ready to admit and that I damn sure will ignore.
"As long as we agree they can't force us to the altar, just stay the fuck away from me." I push him backward, causing him to stumble.
I walk away, leaving him alone while trying to think of a way out of this scam of a damn engagement.
~KB~
Edward and I stare daggers at each other as our parents make small talk around us. He forks a piece of his steak taking a savage bite, and I spear an asparagus, snapping off the head with my teeth.
His grimace is small, but I catch it with my eye, knowing that my meaning was clear.
"So, Isa-" Esme begins, but I cut my eyes to her.
"Bee. My name is Bee," I correct her sharply, so there will be no room for confusion in the future.
The only one that doesn't realize I do not want to be called Isabella or even Bella is my mother.
"Do you plan on going to college?" Esme asks.
"I've been accepted into The Fashion Institute of Technology in New York. I'm doing a two-year program," I say proudly, determined to finish the plans Ange and I made when we were kids.
"Surely you don't plan to continue with those plans now that you are engaged?" Esme sits her fork down and stares at me.
"I do. My father is fully aware of my plans and should have kept them in consideration when making this arrangement." I give her a tight smile.
I worked hard to get my early acceptance and I'm not changing schools.
"We have a few things to iron out, but I'm sure Bee and Edward will make it to the altar," Carlisle says to his wife.
"Wonderful! Because I was thinking maybe a July wedding. Both of the kids will be done with school. Edward is also graduating from Harvard Business School," Esme says, smiling widely.
"New York in July would be wonderful for the wedding," my mother says excitedly.
"I'm not getting married in New York," Edward says to my mother.
"And I'm not marrying you at all," I tell him coldly.
"You're getting married, the both of youse, so you might as well get used to the idea and start planning the wedding. Or your mothers can plan it, and you two just show up," Dad says, chewing his food happily.
"Let's all enjoy our dinner," Carlisle says, taking a sip of his drink.
I ignore the chatter around me, our mothers both going on and on about the wedding. I'm aware of Edward's eyes on me, and I want nothing more than to loathe him.
The only problem is my body won't agree with my head.
Killa
Taking a big gulp of the whiskey in my glass, I sit back on the leather sofa in Da's office. Bee sits on the other end, stiff as a board.
My eyes roam over her body in appreciation. Even with the fucking attitude and mouth, she's wicked gorgeous. My cock has been hard since I first laid eyes on her. The fact that she's feisty as hell is only adding to me wanting her.
"Take a fucking picture, it'll last longer," she says, catching me staring at her shapely legs in her tight jeans.
"Why take a picture when I'll have the real thing for the rest of my life." I wink at her teasingly.
"We know that the news of your engagement is a shock, but we're positive this will work out for both our families and the both of you." Da looks between us, as Charlie stands in front of us.
"Your marriage will make The Masen Swanatori Crime family one of the largest families in America, and Edward will be our boss," Charlie says.
"Good for him, but I'm going to fashion school, and nothing is stopping me, especially not getting married to some fucking staring pervert." Bee folds her arms, and I admire her for not wanting to give up on her dreams just because our fathers came up with this arrangement.
Her calling me a pervert, well that's fucking true. I want nothing more than to take her upstairs and fuck some respect into her.
"I wouldn't expect any wife of mine to give up on her dreams," I say honestly, looking into her eyes.
They're so fucking brown and large, I can lose myself in them.
Damn it! I need to get laid. This broad has me thinking like a Muppet.
"Aren't you the gentleman." She flashes me a condescending smile.
"I think we can all agree to postpone the wedding until you two are more agreeable with the idea and Bee graduates from school," Da says, leaning against his desk.
"What happens if we don't become agreeable?" I ask Da.
"Forget about it. Youse figure it out. I did. Your father did. You both have been bought up in the family business, you knew this day was coming for you," The Chief says, shrugging.
"Unfucking believable," Bee says, shaking her head.
I chuckle to myself at the fucked up predicament we're in. I'm getting married to the most fucking beautiful, infuriating girl I've ever met.
"That's it then. We're going to leave you two to talk and get to know each other," Da says before walking out the room with Charlie behind him.
As soon as we're alone, the silence is wicked loud. I feel as if I'm going to choke on the damn air in the room.
I stand and walk over to the bar to pour myself another drink. Turning to Bee, I hold up my glass. "You want a drink?"
"Offering drinks to someone underaged, how noble of you," she teases me.
I pour two and walk back to the sofa, taking my seat. She takes the drink and to my surprise sips the whiskey like a pro.
"How old are you, anyway?" I ask.
If she's going to be my wife, I should know something about her. The first thing I want to know is how those lips would look around my cock and the sounds she would make as I ravish her like no man ever has before.
"I'm eighteen. What is this speed dating? You can save the Q&A. Even if we do get married, we can live separately. I'm sure there are plenty of desperate women out there dying to be your beck and call girls, and I, of course, will do whatever I like." She sips her drink again.
I chuckle darkly, not liking the sound of her doing whatever she likes. "If you think any wife of mine is going to run free and fuck whoever she wants, you're gravely mistaken. Don't test me, Princess."
"Or what?" she asks, leaning across the couch.
I trace her cheek with my finger, noticing the blush that forms instantly. Damn, she's so wicked hot.
I lean in, intending to prove to her that I'm in control, but in a blink of an eye, she has my finger in a death grip, threatening to break it.
"Fuck!" I yell in shock.
I could easily get free, but I would never hit a woman, not even a fucking infuriating one.
"I'm sure that shit works on all the ladies, but it's going to take a little more than that to win me, Princess." She releases my finger.
Walking to the door, she turns to blow me a kiss as she leaves the office.
I sit there staring at the door like a dumbass, not believing the fucking day I've had.
I'm getting married to the most infuriating, foul-mouthed, wicked-crazy, sexy as fucking sin girl I've ever met.
I'm screwed.
~KB~
I'm on my fourth or fifth drink when Da and The Chief walk back into the office. I raise my glass to those two old fucks coming up with this grand plan and fucking up my way of life.
Taking a big gulp, I sit back as they both pull up two chairs to sit in front of me.
"We need to go over the business with you. You're going to have to start training with Charlie to learn everything you need to know about the New York Family," Da says, looking me in the eye.
"From here on out, you're with me. You need to learn the New York Family, and they need to know you. Need to trust you," Charlie says, glaring at me.
"This shit isn't going to be easy. There are going to be problems from both the Irish and Italians. We need to be a united front, and that includes you and Bee." Da raises an eyebrow at me.
"You two old fucks throw this at us, and now you expect us to play nice for your benefit?" I ask, glaring at them.
"It's for the benefit of the family!" The Chief yells, standing. "If you can't or won't do this because you're too much of a fucking baby then tell me now, and I'll give my family business to someone who's fucking worthy!" He leans over and pokes me hard in my chest.
If I feared anyone, it would be him, but he can honestly go fuck himself. I stand, staring him in the eye.
I see Da shift uncomfortably like he's going to have to intervene between The Chief and me.
"One, don't fucking touch me. Two, I'm not a child. You two made a decision about both Bee's life and mine without consulting either one of us. I will always do the right thing for my fucking family, which now apparently includes you." I stare him in the eye.
"This fucking kid of yours. Forget about it!" Charlie says to Da, shaking his head.
They both laugh like old friends as I walk out of the room pissed the fuck off.
I go to the living room to say bye to Ma. Bee sits alone on the couch on her phone, a smile on her face, and I wonder who the fuck she's texting.
"Stop fucking staring," she says, looking up at me.
"For your sake, I hope you're breaking up with whoever you're texting." I give her a wink.
"I don't do well with threats, and I'll do whatever I want." Her voice is cold.
I walk over to her, boxing her in with my arms. We're so close I can claim her damn pouty mouth and make her mine.
Her breath hitches and she stares at me with lust in her eyes.
"You're mine now, Princess, whether we like it or not. So do us both a favor and play nice," I whisper, wanting nothing more than to press my lips against hers.
"Where's the fun in that?" She pushes me away, causing me to once again, nearly stumble.
I sit on the couch, watching her leave. Her ass fits perfectly in those jeans, and I want nothing more than to have her under me.
Fuck.
My.
Life.
Definitions/Translations:
abbastanza - enough
Acting the fucking maggot - Acting in a particularly foolish manner
Muppet - fool
A/N: Well! These two are a mess! I love all the reviews! I think I'm going to respond every other chapter! We'll see. I'm so busy trying to stay ahead of myself that I'm not stopping to do much. Thanks for being so wonderful!