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Edward's PoV~
The moment she walked out of the bathroom in those tiny silk shorts and shirt, my stomach began hurting.
I knew I was in trouble.
Oh Dio mio, why couldn't she come out wearing a long night shirt, you know, the ones my Nonna Iliana uses? Why of all things was she wearing a pair of tiny looking shorts and a thin tank top?
Dio mio! Help me stray from doing anything stupid. Lest I want to get my ass kicked by Emmett. Which would probably leave me in a coma...
"What the hell are you wearing?" I mutter, eyes-wide.
For a moment I regret it, as I see her face fall.
"They're called pajamas. You know, it's what people sleep in? Unless they sleep in their underwear or something…" she mutters as she begins pulling the many pillows off the bed before climbing on, accidently giving me a view of her smooth, creamy, well endowed backside.
How can the allusion of skin under those pair of sheer fabric shorts, look so tantalizing? It made my mouth water automatically.
I wondered what it would be like to nibble on this round...
I shook my head, trying to clear it of the sudden thoughts and images of what was under those little shorts.
Dio mio… I was in trouble.
"Are you sleeping on the bed with me?" She asks, already inside the blankets.
Her head lifting at bit to look at me in the eye.
"I don't think that is a good idea." I say, grabbing a pillow on the floor and quickly pulled one of the blankets towards the couch.
Crap. I wasn't going to fit there.
"Why not? We've always done so…" she says yawning tiredly.
She's right. The only difference now is that now I've developed a bit of an attraction towards her and had been having the weirdest dreams, and I didnt know if sleeping next to her would end with me pinning her under me sometime during the night.
"Pussy." She mutters, albeit loudly, to challenge me.
Did she just—? Oh, dio mio. This woman is trying to kill me.
"Alright, fine. It's your ass on the line though." I say, shrugging before slipping off my pants and shirt, leaving me in my boxer shorts and a muscle shirt.
"What is that?" She suddenly asked, her eyes glued to my chest.
Probably at the dark ink that covered my left shoulder, chest and arm.
"A tattoo. Now go to sleep, Isa." I mutter, throwing myself on my stomach before pulling the blankets on me.
My eyes suddenly flew open as images from that night.
What the hell was that?
I felt disoriented at first thinking I had somehow gotten kidnapped or something of the sort until I remembered what happened the night before.
I was so looking forward to being able to talk to Isa but she fucking shot me and threw a knife at me before I even uttered a 'Hi', the moment she saw me.
And then I remembered something else.
Great. She was angry, and hoped to God I wasn't the one she was angry at.
It wouldn't hurt to check, either way.
So I quickly moved off the bed and threw a scoff in Emmett's snoring form.
As I slowly made it out of the small clinic Felipe Swantorini kept in his house, I ran into Jasper.
"Where the hell are you goin' in such a rush?" He asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at me.
"To talk to Isa." I said, tiredly.
"Oh...you plannin' to grovel or just divin' head first int'a' the danger zone?" He asked amused.
"Grovel..." I replied,then turned to face him again. "Do you happen to know where she is right now?" I asked.
"Her parents' old room...don't surprise her." He warns me as he walks back into the room I was in.
I decided to head to my room to change and shower first.
Once that is done, I slowly walk in the direction that Jasper told me to.
Sadly, remembering how we spent summers here as kids, chasing each other through the halls of this massive place.
Once I arrived, I take a slow breath before slowly and quietly walking into the room.
I'm met with a sight for sore eyes. She's curled into the blankets, making her seem smaller than she already is.
As I tap her shoulder, she suddenly pulls out her gun and shoots two rounds into the air.
"Oh shit!" I gasp, crouching onto the ground, pulling at the stitches on my leg. Fucking Ouch.
Then suddenly everyone is in the room, with their guns drawn.
"What the fuck happened in here?" Aro asked.
"What the fuck happened here?" Jasper repeated as he chose that moment to walk into the room.
Isa is on her feet gun still drawn, scanning the room. "He came in here, while I was sleeping, and startled me." She explained, as she looked down at herself, then suddenly blushing.
My eyes looked down too and I realized she was wearing a dark t shirt, that hit her mid thigh.
More images began clouding my mind of that night, before I shook my head roughly.
"Isa, go change out of that please?" Mr. Swantorini asks her, shaking his head amused.
My eyes followed her as she walked out of the room, then as if in unison they all turned to look at me, lowering their guns.
"Boy, you clearly don't understand women do you?" Mr. Swantorini asks me, amused.
"Not at all." I admit, straightening up.
"Did she get you again?" Carlisle asked, taking a concerning step towards me.
"No, she got the window." I replied, looking at where the shoots hit, and flinching had I been standing to the left and closer to the bed, have gotten me, this time who knows where.
"Thank Dio, for that." My father said, amused.
"Why don't we go outside to the terrace, talk while breakfast is being prepared, it seems we have a lot to talk about. Hm?" Mr. Swantorini suggests as we all walk out of the room.
I can tell my father is about to ask about the Oath and whether it still stands but Mr. Swantorini turns to look at us.
"Not about the Oath. My nipotina made it clear yesterday she is to be present when we all speak. So, here is my question, Junior. How do you really feel about my Isabetta?" He asks, looking at us straight in the eye.
"I love her. I have been in love with her since we were children." I admit, looking at him unblinkingly.
"Hmm. So, why keep things from her? You do realize Isa isn't one to take things lying down, right?...and while I do admit it is humorous to watch this all happen yesterday. Mia mamma, has asked or rather loaded us all with this last request. So, I ask again. How much do you love my nipotina?"
I'd give her the whole world if I could, but that's cheesy. So, I decided to reply with the next best thing.
"Enough to do anything she asks of me." I say automatically.
"Will you protect her? Going as far as laying your life down for hers? What about when something does happen? You can't hide things from her, that'll only make it worse."
In this life you never knew when you'd have the target placed on your back, it was best to always stay vigilant, and do everything physically possible to protect your loved ones.
"Without a doubt." I reply instantly.
He seemed satisfied enough with my answers, "Wonderful then. Let us go inside and have some breakfast." He says, leading us all back into the house.
We were all sitting down as the help slowly began serving breakfast.
I had just taken a sip of orange juice when I looked up to see Isabetta walking into the room.
Her hips gently swinging side to side as she walked over to her Nonna and kisses her cheek.
"Hello, everyone. Lovely morning, isn't it?" She greeted cheerfully, asking no one in particular.
"I'll say." Jasper muttered, back amused.
"Jasper Sage!" My mother chastised, smacking his hand.
All men are biting back their laughter, as I roll my eyes at their amusement.
"So...what are today's plans?" She asks as she takes a hesitant bite of her food, slowly beginning to eat.
Before anyone else speaks, Mr. Swantorini looks at her, and swallows. "Today we start to plan the wedding." He informs.
The room goes silent, eerily still.
"Wedding?" She asks, turning to look at him.
"Yes, wedding, tesoro. Your nani, she isn't doing so well...it won't be official since there isn't enough time to submit the proper documentation in and get the marital certificate." He says, looking at me sadly.
"So, all we are going to do is dress up for the occasion. We can fill the forms and submit them for the wedding to happen at a later date. How do you feel about that?" He asks her.
"I—I…" she stutters, looking around the room, and then her eyes landing on mine.
I silently incline my head and get up from my seat. Silently excusing myself from the table.
"Where are you going?" My mother asks, surprised.
"I'll be back." I respond.
I slowly made my way back out to the terrace, and stare out onto the horizon. The vineyards, and fields giving the air a nice sweet fragrance to the air.
I am brought out of my revere as I hear the soft clicking of shoes on the floor.
"What's wrong? Did you finally realize how crazy all of this really is?" She asks, looking up at me.
"When has any aspect of our lives ever been ordinary?" I retort, grinning at her giggling response.
"Never." She replies back amused.
"I really am sorry for keeping everything away from you. My nonno and father kept saying it was for the best, and that you would understand… I realize now that that was a foolish assumption on my part and theirs. I should have told you, or tried to explain all of this. I realize my error, and stupid. Please forgive me."
I look at her expression, to see that she is now crying. Shit! Did I say something I wasn't supposed to? Fuck! Now, what do I say?
"Don't look so horrified," she croaks, dabbing her face delicately with her fingertips.
"You're crying because of me. Of course I am horrified." I point out as she keep dabbing under her eyes.
"Not because you said something wrong...no...but because you said something right. Though you did miss the part where I kick ass but I'll let that slide since you haven't seen me in action." She teased.
I looked at her. Really looked at her, not just at what she was wearing. Though the dress she was wearing hugged her in all the right places, and made her skin look as if it was glowing.
"I already knew you could kick ass, you've been kicking my ass, along with all my brothers and yours ever since you could walk. I doesn't surprise me that you have been the one in action when the Clausola is activated. What does surprise me is that you were able to leave and when we needed you you didn't think twice before diving in head first back into this cesspool."
"I only did it because no one mess with my famiglia and gets away with it." She remarked.
"Right. It wasn't because Nonno pointed out that one woman that you were interrogating was caught in my room right?" I teased.
I am about to start laughing at her unamused expression when I feel her elbow jerk up into my ribs. Ahh!
How can something so small, sharp and boney cause so much pain? Son of a bitch! I think she bruised me!