Surprise! Another ch.
I felt saddened once more as I remember my Nani's last request.
"I—I don't know." I answered nervously.
"Dolcezza, you and Junior here have been practically married for five years. All you're doing is making it official before God, and all else." Nonno Masen says. "It's tradition." He adds.
Are they being serious right now? So, they fucking hid this bit of information from me for five fucking years yet they have the audacity to tell me we have been practically married for that time?!
Oh no, that isn't going to work.
Edward sensing my underlying anger, quickly catching my right wrist as I shot out of my seat onto my feet.
"Amore, calmati." He calmly says, as his thumb soothingly rubs circles within my wrist. (Love calm down)
"You expect me to just marry someone, due to a tradition?" I spit out, trying to calm myself down.
Jasper took a slow, cautious step towards me, hands raised as if stop me.
I always hated that they treated me like this. Like I didn't know what was best for me. It always made me edgier than normal.
"Jasper, I know you are trying to help me, but if you come any closer, I will shoot you in the balls, and I won't miss this time." I threatened trying to pull my wrist free.
This, of course, only cause Edward to tighten his grasp around my wrist a bit more, I was just about to yank again, when he suddenly pulled me back, causing me to fall into his lap.
This gave him a chance to wrap his arms around my waist and squeezing me to himself. "That's enough violence for one day don't you agree, princess?" He whispered into my ear, causing me to stiffen on his lap.
"There's never enough violence." I grit out.
"Proverai a calmati, per mi, per favore?" He asked me. (Will you try to calm down, for me, please?)
"No, non voglio." I mutter, pouting. (I don't want to.)
In that moment I chose to grasp his thigh, and squeeze, causing him to loosen his grasp and let me go. Letting out a pained groan as both of his hands clasped his wounded thigh
I quickly hopped off his lap and went to sit back on the chair, crossing my arms over my chest, indignantly. I needed air, I needed to clear my head. Soon, or someone else would endure my rage.
'Do it for Nani.' Nani, she didn't have much time. This was her last request. How could I deny her that before she left?
Why is this so damn difficult? Why?
Great. Now, I felt like crying again.
"I understand that you are furious with them, tesoro, but what is the real reason why you don't wish to marry Junior officially?" Nonno Swan asked.
"Nonno, you have forgotten the most important tradition of all." I retort.
They all looked at me confused. God, have men always been this slow?
"...and what is that, principessa?" Nonno Masen asked
"I haven't been asked to marry anyone. The way I see it, not many people know of the famiglia's customs. So, what's stopping me from walking away? Yes, I've made the Oath but really nothing stops me from walking out of here, gathering my bags and disappearing forever. So, again I ask. What is stopping me?" I ask, trying to keep from pulling out my gun and letting go of a few rounds.
"Tradition states that once the Oath has been made you are bound to the famiglia, forever. Official or no, you two are married in the eyes of the famiglia, for you to leave...it would be considered betrayal, and be putting a target on your back. There is no other way out of this, Isabetta." Nonno Swan explained, sadly. "You are my only granddaughter. If I let this happen, I will have failed your father again. I can't let you go, please dolcezza." He pleaded.
With that, I turn to look at Edward, watching as he recoiled, under my gaze.
Another wave of betrayal hits me, chilling me in my seat. More bindings. More anger.
"Isa…"
I shook my head in response. "Things have changed a lot since five years ago, Edward, I have changed. Don't think that because I made the Oath I will bow down to your every whim. I am a Swantorini, I promised you all I would do this before I came here, and I will not bow out… just know you have all lied to me, and where my loyalties once laid, they no longer do." I spit on the floor in front of them, pushing them out of the way and heading out of the room.
As I walked back to my parents' old room, I thought of all I had learned. Most of my suspicions had been confirmed.
The Oath was something that ran deeper than a marriage, or a verbal promise. It was a blood oath. Edward and I had always had a deep connection, even now I still felt it.
As I got to the room, I realized I would be sleeping here. I wasn't planning on leaving the room, I didn't want to. So, I locked it, and walked over to the bed. Slipping off my shoes, before changing into one of my dad's old t-shirts.
I was tired of the lies, I was tired of my feelings being pushed aside. I was just tired of everything.
I had just gotten into bed when I heard a knock on the door.
Had someone followed me here?
The knocking grew insistent. Maybe if I— "I'll just keep knocking if you don't open." He threatened.
With a scoff, I climbed off the bed and padded barefoot over to the door, unlocking it before stepping back annoyed.
"What do you want?" I snapped, looking away from him.
"Itsa, I only wish to talk." He said, putting his hands up in surrender.
"So, talk. I'm listening." I say, leaving the door open, as I walked back to the bed and pulled the blankets over my legs.
"How are you feeling?"
How did he think I was feeling? Happy?
"Alright, stupid question. How are you doing?"
I stared blankly at him. He seemed to be getting nervous now. "I'm tired." I finally say.
His confused expression tells me, I have to elaborate more.
"Jasper, I just found out I have been practically married for the last five years, and that if I try to leave I will be murdered. How do you think I feel? Happy? Delighted? I'm fucking furious. My parents are dead, my Nani is dying and all of this is—all of this is overwhelming to me." I inform, tearfully.
"I'm sorry. I tried to tell you so many times but someone always walked in. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to tell you only to be stopped by one of my brothers, my father, or my Nonno."
"Why didn't Edward tell me?" I asked, tired
"Oh, he tried. Many times as well, but as I said before, neither of us were successful."
"Well, what now?" I ask him.
He smirks at me,"Now you show everyone, why you are the most dangerous woman in the States." He says, patting my burritoed feet, before getting up and walking away.
'Oh...this could work.' I thought smiling to myself before laying back and falling asleep.
Edward's POV:
We all watched as she shoved Jasper, my Nonno, and Mr. Swantorni out of the way as she walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her, causing us all to flinch.
Emmett sat up, eyes wide as he looked around glassy-eyed. "What the hell was that?!" He cried, before sitting back once more.
"Isabetta knows about the Oath…" Mr. Swantorini said, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair.
He bit his lips, looking at us nervously. "How did the sorellina react when you explained everything." He asked.
"She's deliberating." Nonno says.
"How so?" Em asks.
"We all kept the true depth and meaning of the Oath from her, even after she practically begged us to tell her. Yet, we all betrayed her loyalty, love, and compassion for others, even going as far as using that against her. It's not that she can't or won't forgive us. It's that, now that she knows, there will be hell to pay." Nonno replied, calmly.
"How so?" Em asks.
"The way she sees it is betrayal. What does an animal do when cornered?" Nonno asks Em.
"Oh shit. She fucking lethal when she is on a rampage...Fuck…" Em says.
Suddenly all eyes turn to me.
"What?" I asked, gulping nervously.
"She is your wife. Surely, you must realize what she'll do." My father says.
I closed my eyes, willing the throbbing on the side of my head to go away. "If you are asking me to help protect your asses. No. I'm staying the fuck out of this. My ass already got shanked and shot today. I'd like to keep my balls intact and where they are, thank you very much." I say, shaking my head at them.
"Son…"
The door opening and closing made us all turn towards it, expecting to see Isa to my disappointment and relief, it was only my brother Jasper.
"Well…?" My father asked, anxiously.
"Well, what?" He asked, sitting in the chair Isa had vacated earlier.
"Did you talk to her?" My father asked, plainly.
"Yes, I did." Jazz said, looking at me, nodding once at me.
I sighed in relief. "When can I leave?" I asked, turning to my brother.
Carlisle looked at the antibiotic bag and the empty IV bag before looking down before looking back at me.
"Maybe. In an hour or two." He says, calmly.
I nod before laying back.
I need to speak to my Isa, preferably alone , beg for her forgiveness, grovel if I have to.
Those were the last thoughts to cross my mind before I tiredly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.