Chapter Eleven

Bad Feeling

RodriguezPOV

"Well wasn't that a lovely lady boys?" I asked as soon as I got into the elevator. Francis and Joe stepped in after me. When you belong to the Mafia you have to have your back covered and you can only trust your people.

"Yes. What do you have planned?" Francis asked. I chuckled.

"You know me too well Francis." I said and sighed.

"Don't you think it's a little bit of a..." Joe struggled for the right word. "Waste,"

"She's beautiful," I agreed with a nod "but you know how this business is Joe." I took out a cigar and Francis light it for me. I inhaled and let a cloud of smoke out. The elevator stopped and we stepped out into the lobby.

"Excuse me sir but you can't smoke in here." A guard that was walking around the lobby said. Francis cracked his fingers and the guard stepped a few feet back.

"Don't worry." I said to the guard and to my men. "We're on our way." I said and smiled. The guard nodded and swallowed hard. I motioned to my men towards the left and we soon got out of the building. We walked up to my car and found Timothy and Giovanni standing by the car. Timothy opened my car door. I was about to step into the car when a black Mercedes caught my attention.

"Boys did you see who came in that car?" I asked as I motioned towards it.

"A beautiful brunette she looked about 16... 17." Timothy said and shrugged.

"Was she wearing ripped jeans with a white top?" He nodded in response.

"What are you thinking?" God, these guys do know me well.

"Well, Charlie hasn't found me and answer and I did make him a promise. Let's give him a warning."

"What should we do?" Joe asked a little uneasy. He's a good kid just that sometimes a little too kind. I have to toughen him up.

"Joe I want you to... Oh I don't know... cut the brakes." He's eyes widen a little but he only nodded.

"The tools are on the trunk, right?"

"Of course... remember to do the job right." I reminded him.

"Right, no evidence, do the job thoroughly... or else-" I didn't let him finish he already knew the consequences.

"Exactly." He walked to the back of the car and Timothy popped open the trunk.

"Francis?"

"Yes sir."

"Make sure he doesn't chicken out. I'll send a ride for you two in a while."

"Of course sir." He said and nodded.

BPOV

My dad was pacing around the room after the scary looking guy left. I didn't want to disturb him so I only sat there and saw what he was doing. He was thinking out loud and I could hear little, tiny snippets of what he said.

"...no...why...Damn it...I do...risk...I can't...I just have to..." He was giving me a headache and I couldn't take it any longer.

"Dad?" I asked in a normal tone of voice. He didn't hear me though he just kept pacing around his office. I sighed frustrated. "Dad!" I almost yelled. He turned his head to me with a look of surprise across his face like he had forgotten I was there.

"Sorry. Yes?" I shook my head.

"I think it's better if I go to Arizona to visit my mom. I miss her a lot… and you have a lot of work so I don't want to be a burden." That seemed to calm him down a bit.

"Yeah, that's a great idea." He sat down at his desk and took out something from inside a drawer. He started writing something down and then I heard a ripping sound. "Here." He said while handing me a rectangular piece of paper. I hadn't been paying attention so when he gave it to me I was a little surprised. I looked at the check and saw a large amount of money written on it. It was always like that when they noticed that Derrick or I were disappointed even though I knew they didn't mean to buy our happiness it seemed that way. Like money was the answer to everything when it really wasn't; during the years Derrick and I had saved up from their excuses for never being with us.

"This is too much, don't you think?"

"Of course not, use it however you want. I feel very guilty for not spending a lot of time with you." He said looking truthfully sorry.

"I understand you have a lot of work. But... you don't have to give me anything. I mean you already gave me a credit card and now a check for this much."

"The credit card is for your basic needs and the check is for something you might really like to buy or whatever girls do with money."

"Yeah, we go to a stripping club to get laid." I said and chuckled. My dad did not think it was funny though. He turned red from anger... or was it embarrassment?

"Isabella." He warned. I only put my hands up in surrender.

"Sorry... I was just joking around."

"Just joking around," He repeated angrily in a low voice. I got up and went around his desk. I gave him an awkward hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Love you daddy-o." I said as I was walking to the door.

"You too sweetheart," I turned around and saw him bent over his paperwork on the desk. I just shook my head at him. I was about to step out of his office but I turned back to my dad. I had to ask him a question that was bothering me.

"Dad, who was that guy, that was here when I came?" He looked up from his desk with an unemotional face.

"Mr. Rodriguez, he's a client of mine." I nodded.

"What's his first name?"

"Antonio. Why?" I smiled at him and shook my head.

"I was just curious, he's English was good but I heard a little accent." I said and shrugged as if it didn't really matter.

"Yeah, he's Italian." I nodded in polite interest. At least I hope that's how it looked like. He studied me and then turned back to his paperwork. I stepped out of his office and into the corridor.

I decided that I would go to my dad's flat and get my clothes. But first I needed to buy a ticket to Arizona. I took out my i-phone from my back pocket and dialed the familiar agency number while walking towards the elevator.

My plane would leave tomorrow around six o'clock in the morning. I got to the parking lot and took out the keys to my dad's car. I pressed the little button that would unlock the doors. I got on the car turned it on and sped off. I don't know why but I've always loved to drive fast. It's exhilarating. I guess I got it from my friends back in Phoenix.

There was an exit around the building that would take me less time to get to the flat. No stop lights, no stop sings nothing to slow me down. As soon as I hit the road I made the car go around 70 and the speed limit was 55. I was driving down the road and noticed a car speed up by my side and then tried to pull up in front of me.

It was way too close and the only thing I thought of doing was decelerating the speed. I tried to slow my speed but the speed didn't decelerate and when I full out stepped on the brake nothing happened. So I took a hold of the steering wheel with both hands and steered to the left into a ditch. Everything after that went black.

DPOV

It had been a rough two days and we were almost done with packing. My mom was very excited to get to Florida she couldn't wait to re-decorate her new house. She had asked me about Forks and how Bella had been. I had answered all of her questions happy that she didn't ask about any more explanations about the accident.

"Hey where does your mom want this?" Justin asked me. He was helping out because his mom is great friends with mine. She wanted to help but she had to go on a business trip with her husband. She thought it would be a good idea for Justin to help out. Justin, of course, only accepted because he would get grounded if he didn't. He also thought that it would go by faster and then we could hang out and go to a club or something.

"Just take it downstairs and leave it by the door." He nodded and did as I told him. I finished packing my moms books and started to take the box downstairs. I was at the top of the stairs when suddenly I felt a huge pain in my chest. I felt like the air had been knocked out of my lungs and I couldn't get my breathing back. I let the box fall and clutched my shirt where my heart was supposed to be at. I fell to the ground still clutching where the pain was and trying to get some air into my lungs although it was very hard.

"Derrick!" My mom yelled. Her, Phil and Justin ran right up to try and help me. I only tried to get my breathing back. The sharp pain on my heart only seemed to intensify. It was beating so much faster than usual and it hurt. I felt tears run down my cheeks from the pain I was in. Phil grabbed me by the shoulders and sat me down.

"Can't...breathe." I choked out in between gasps of air.

"Justin, go get water!" Phil commanded. Justin just nodded and ran down the stairs two at a time. I felt my energy drain and I couldn't get a hold of myself. I felt my mind screaming something at me but I couldn't understand it. The sound was too low. I tried to focus on it and my head started to hurt.

"Bella." I breathed out and then everything went black.

BPOV

I was feeling pain, nothing else but pure pain. I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn't open for some reason and when I tried to move I couldn't. I heard some very low voices but they started to become louder and clearer.

"Do you know anything about the accident?" Someone asked. The other person sighed and sniffed.

"No." That voice was so familiar. Who was it? I tried to think again but I came up blank. I focused on the conversation but no one said anything for a while.

"Well Mr. Swan we checked everything and noticed that the brakes were cut." So someone was talking to my dad.

"The brakes were cut?" He asked in amazement.

"Yes."

"Was there any evidence left?"

"No sir. Do you know of someone who would've tried something like this against your daughter?"

"No." I heard my dad answer as he stifled up a sob.

The radio of the officer beeped and then a woman's voice was heard. Apparently they needed help and the officer had to leave.

"Well Mr. Swan I guess we can talk again after your girl wakes up. I'll come back and check later. Is that okay?"

"Yes officer. Thank you for everything." The officer said his goodbyes and then all I could hear was my dad's sniffing and cursing. I tried moving again and I felt pain in my back.

"Ugh." I groaned.

"Bella?" My dad sounded worried. I tried to open my eyes and when I accomplished it a really bright light made me close them again.

"Dad?" I heard footsteps and then I felt him grab my hand in his.

"How do you feel sweetheart? Are you hurt? Do you want me to call the doctor? Do you need-" He was going to keep going but I cut him off.

"I'm fine and-" He looked at me through narrowed eyes. "Okay fine, not that good but I don't need anything...Okay maybe some pain killers but I'm fine otherwise." I assured him.

"I could've lost you." He stated.

"But you-" I was cut off by a yawn.

"Go back to sleep." I nodded and was about to close my eyes again when I thought of something.

"Dad, have you told mom or Derrick about the accident." I noticed how he winced but I pretended that I hadn't noticed.

"No, I've been so out of it. I'll call right now don't worry."

"No dad. I don't want you to call them. There's no need for them to get worried over nothing." I saw and angry expression on his face probably from me saying that they didn't need to get worried over me but it quickly left as he noticed how I winced.

"Okay. I'll call the doctor so that he can come and give you some pain killers." I nodded as best as I could. I then lay back down and let a painful sleep overtake me.

I'm sorry for keeping you hanging for a while, I just needed a break. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. And please do forgive me for putting my updating on hold for such a long time.