Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Stephenie Meyer. The only thing that belongs to the author, Emily_007, is the plot. While everything else belongs to the rightful owner of the Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer.
I'm in love with a mobster
Chapter 25
Bella's POV
I could hardly keep my eyes open. Edward was running his hands through my hair while the TV played one of my favourite movies, The proposal.
It had taken me half an hour to make Edward watch the movie with me. Although he hadn't even glimpsed at the TV screen since it had been turned on. He was just so intrigued in my hair.
"How do you feel about coming to live with me, love?" He asked. Since we were the only two people in the house it was alright to talk about anything we wanted to without having someone butting in all the time as Emmett would.
"Move in with you? I haven't really thought about it" I said honestly. He nodded and kissed the top of my head. I sat up from where I was lying, which was on his chest, and shrugged.
"I knew you wouldn't want to move in with me" He sneered. "How stupid can I get?" He pushed me off him and stood up.
"Edward, what's wrong with you?" I asked.
"DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? YOU ARE WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME" He yelled as he threw his hands up into the air in frustration. "ALL I HAVE WANTED TO DO IS MOVE IN WITH YOU, MARRY, HAVE KIDS AND GROW OLD TOGETHER. BUT BY THE SOUNDS OF IT, YOU ARE TO GOOD FOR ME"
"Edward, please stop yelling. I just don't think moving in together would really help out relationship" I said calmly hoping not to wind him up anymore than he already is.
"TO BAD ISABELLA SWAN. YOU WILL MOVE IN WITH ME AND YOU WILL BE MY WIFE AND YOU WILL HAVE MY CHILDREN" He yelled at the top of his lungs. I gulped and looked down at my feet.
"I have tried my hardest to be reasonable with you, Bella" He said. "But I have to have you now. You belong to me, no one else"
And that was the last words before Edward pressed his two middle fingers to my neck before I slipped into a world of hell.