Edward (Anthony's) POV:
I bit down on my lip to keep myself from crying out in pain, as the old man pulled the needle and thread through my skin.
"I take it, you surprised little Isabetta…" the man said as he finished patching up the wound on my shoulder.
"No." Jasper answered, as he and Carlisle walked into the room.
"Then what happened? Isabetta, is-a nice. She no, does anything, without a cause." He said, with a thick Italian accent.
"Zeek." A man suddenly interrupted, as he walked in. "Mamma is looking for you."
"I busy now, go a-way." He replied as he numbed my throbbing thigh.
"If you want, I can finish patching him up." Carlisle offered.
The man simply nods muttering something in Italian too quick for us to catch, as he walks out of the room.
I watched as Carlisle quickly washed his hands, drying them thoroughly before he snapped on a pair of black latex gloves. "Does this hurt?" He asked, applying slight pressure to the tender wound.
I bite down on my lip to keep the groan from coming out as he then begins to prod the wound, trying to ignore the pain I feel despite the numbing agent the old man injected into my leg.
"Isa sure did a number on you before she was stopped." He murmured as he prodded the gunshot wound.
"Son of a— Ahh!"
"So, how are you going to fix this?" Jazz wondered as he watched Carlisle work over me.
"I—ahh!— don't know." I groaned as Carlisle inserted a pair of pliers into the wound to retrieve the bullet.
"Your lucky she didn't aim more to the left." Jasper muttered, wincing as the bullet finally was extracted.
"You're lucky someone stopped her from doing more damage." Carlisle assessed, as he finished patching up my leg.
"I'll say." I groaned, as I tried to rack my brain for anything.
To my disappointment, I came up empty-handed. I hated to admit it but Jasper was right.
Not only that, I wasn't expecting us to jump off into the sunset trala-la-laing. Neither was getting a knife thrown through my shoulder or a bullet shot through my thigh. Hell, I wasn't exactly sure what to expect nor how I imagined my reunion with Isa happening.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized something. Jasper wasn't talking out of his ass three years ago, neither was he joking when he warned me that Isa would shoot me in the ass the next time she saw me.
Now, my only question is, how do I get back onto your good graces, and just exactly how much ass am I going to have to kiss?
Fucking Emmett! He knew all along! Fucking damn it! Why the fuck didn't he warn me? That explained why he and Jasper were so giddy on the fucking flight over. They fucking knew how she would react!
"Done." Carlisle says, as he places tucks the bandage into place, bringing me out of my reverie.
"Thank— ahh!— Jazz, you fucker…!" I growled as he accidentally bumped into the cot, causing it to move, jolting my wounded leg in the process.
He snorted an apology before dropping onto the chair in the corner of the room, dimples never leaving his face as he stared amused at me.
"So, what now?" I asked them, silently pleading for help.
Jasper simple snorted in amusement and shook his head in response. The asshole was enjoying my situation way too much.
"Carl?" I asked.
"Don't look at me, my ass isn't getting involved into this shit. It's self preservation one oh one, don't piss off a woman, especially one like Bella." He muttered, chuckling at my ',et tu?' wounded expression.
"Like Bella?" I wondered confused.
"What he means is don't piss off a woman who has the knowledge, means, and force to kick, maim and actually murder your ass." Jasper inputs, amused.
Emmett burst into the room, his cheerful expression, only adding to my misery. "What's with the face, Mr. Kazoo?" He asks, plopping down on the foot of the bed, causing the bed and my wounded leg to jolt again.
"You asshole!" I groan, clutching my distressed leg.
"Well, if you're going to be this way, I won't tell you what I know." He said raising an eyebrow at me, challengingly.
"Alright, I'm sorry…" I grumble, laying back on the cot.
"Good. Now, that that is out of the way… I have a question for you. Did you ever explain to my sorellina the situation with the Valentorins all those years ago?" He asked.
"Err...no?" I replied, confused.
"So you let Isa keep thinking you lied to her all this time?" He asked shocked.
"No, it's not that I didn't want to try. Its...well, she phased me out. She changed her number, ignored me every time we did see each other, and … she think I was fucking around with Maria and her cousin...that shit was gross." I explain, shuddering at the memory.
"What exactly did happen with Maria and her cousin Netty?" Emmett asked, raising a brow at me.
"I already told you, that I ran in to her on the street. She asked me to look at business proposition for her, and when she and Netty came down to the office they fucking ambushed me. Isa walked in and lost it, I lost my temper too, shit had I known that it was a fucking ambush, I would have fucking refused to see them at all." I explain, frowning and shaking my head, only to wince when the stitches on my shoulder pulled.
"I told you that was a bad idea," Jasper chanted.
Yeah, the fucker warned me not to fucking get involved with them but my ass never listens.
Damn it! This is all my fucking naitivity and stupidity's fault. Fucking pride and ego!
Bella's POV~
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. So many emotions bombarded me at once.
Fleetingly.
The moment everyone looked at me in surprise, I knew they realized what was going to happen now. I felt it in my being.
Betrayal, coursed through my veins making my blood run cold and my heart painfully squeeze.
They all knew, and they had purposely kept it from me. Kept me in the dark.
Anger. I hated lying. Nothing made me feel more betrayed than lying, and they had lied to me, all of them had.
"So, what do you think?" Esme asked gaining my attention once more.
I shook my head to clear it, "I'm sorry, were you saying something?" I asked, as I spun my replaced steak knife in my hand, around my fingers.
Anxiety.
"Yes, Isa. I was just asking you about the wedding. What do you think of marrying sometime in the summer? Just over there." She said, inclining her head towards the small garden that overlooked vineyards.
"No." I said, shaking my head at her. I could sense they were all about to begin arguing.
"Isa, you have to start planning your wedding after all, you only get married once in a lifetime." Elizabeth advised.
"I don't want to hear it! You all have been lying to me! All of you knew! So, ex-fucking-cuse me if I dont fucking jump for joy and dive in head first into a fucking marriage so abruptly." I raged cutting her off.
"Isabetta Marina Swantorini!" Nonna Swantorini called from the doorway. "Fai attenzione tuo linguaggio!" She added, waving her finger at me. (Watch your language!)
"Perdonami, Nonna." I replied apologetically. (Forgive me, Nonna.), standing from the table and quietly excusing myself before rushing inside and heading to my room.
It is moments later that I realize where I am. In my parents' old room. Nonno informed me that Nonna and he kept everything exactly like they had left it.
Locking the door behind myself, I quickly walked deeper into the room and headed for the familiar bay window.
Once there, my eyes land on one of the beaded throw pillows, briefly reminding me of our years in Forks.
It was then all the tears of betrayal, hurt, and loss hit, and this time, I let the sorrow have at me.
I cry, as a long set of various emotions hit me all over again.
Tear after tear.
I feel as if my heart will break.
Then as realization sets in and brings a whole wave of fresh tears pouring out.
I cry, not for the lies, not for the hurt I feel but because I realize my parents won't be here for what is supposed to be the best day of my life.
My father won't be able to walk me down the aisle.
My mother won't get to see or experience having grandchildren.
The realization left a bitter taste in my mouth, and my heart aching even more than before.
"This isn't how it was supposed to be." I whisper, clutching the pillow tightly to my chest.
I needed a distraction, preferably one that involved violence. I knew where to go.
With that thought I straightened up and wiped my face of all traces of emotion. Heading to the bathroom to wash away any leftover evidence that might have been left behind.
The drawer of unwanted thoughts in the back of my mind shook violently as I stared at myself in the face. I pushed back,and left the bathroom before exiting the room altogether.
A smile pulled on my lips as I slowly made my way down to the small clinic in the basement.
It was time for an explanation. One way or the other I was going to get one.
The only question that remained was would it be the easy way or the hard way.