Chapter Five

I arrived at my house a little after 2 in the morning, and I was not prepared to see more than Rosalie's car in front of my house. I trudged to my front door only for it to be thrown open. "Isabella Marie, don't you ever do that again," Rosalie said with arms crossed. I just stared at her. "You look beat."

"You don't say?" She rolled her eyes at my sarcasm. "Who all is here? At my house? At 2 AM?"

"The Cullens want to talk to you about something." I let my overnight bag drop loudly by the front door. "They need to get this out of the way before we talk." She turned around.

When I walked into my living room, I saw all of the Cullens there, even Esme and Carlisle. "Can I get you guys anything to drink? A midnight snack?"

Esme brushed some hair out of my face. "Rosalie just brewed some coffee, so we are good." She ran her thumb over my cheek like she was my mom. "I don't ever want you to go anywhere without letting anyone else know ever again, dear."

I sighed. "Okay. What is everyone's obsession with me going somewhere without telling anyone else? I'm a big girl. I can handle myself." The front door opened again. All the Cullen men reached into jackets. "It's just Lorenzo and Enzo."

Rosalie's head shot up. "My Papa is here?"

I nodded. "They are a part of this conversation we are about to have."

Nonno and Papa walked in. "I thought we were talking in the morning?" Nonno asked. Enzo went to hug Rosalie - who had a happy yet confused smile on her face - while Nonno came to me. "Next time you come to Forks, say hello and get some freshly baked loaf." He handed me the basket of homemade Italian loaves. "If you ever go..."

"I'm an adult!" I squealed out. I took off the kitchen towel. "Don't mind if I do."

Rosalie stood up. "Hi, Nonno!" She hugged him tightly. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, deary." He nudged the back of my head. "You too, Bella Marie." He put his jacket on the back of the couch. "You got espresso. I'm going to need it."

Rosalie nodded. "I just brewed some." She took a deep breath. "Papa. Nonno. This is Emmett, my boyfriend." Nonno and Papa shook hands with Emmett - who looked like he was about to piss himself. "Then these are his genitori, Esme and Carlisle Cullen. This is Edward - his brother, Alice - his sister, and Jasper - his brother-in-law." (parents)

"Rosalie, do you want me to help get a coffee tray together?" I asked her. She nodded. The two of us went into my kitchen. "You might want to grab some carbs for this," I whispered.

She looked at me. "Why are they here?" She whispered yelled.

"You'll see." She carried out a coffee container with all the fixings for it. I grabbed out the grappa that my Nonno's distillery produces and some on the rocks glasses. "If someone wants the hard stuff. I got it." I held it up.

Nonno clapped his hands together. "Salute!" (Bless you.)

Carlisle's jaw dropped. "I can't tell you the last time that I had grappa. The distillery our family shipped it from in Italy burned down." I handed it over to him. "I can have some?" I giggled with a nod. He tasted it. "Where did you get this? Places around here don't make it as good."

"My Nonno had a distillery here in Seattle. He made it on the low. When he passed, it was passed down to me." Carlise handed it to Edward. "It's not a known thing so please don't tell anyone about it."

"Can we get back to the matter at hand?" Rosalie asked. "It's not that I'm excited to see the both of you, but why did you drive out here this late at night?"

Nonno handed her a small piece of loaf. "You are going to want this. Have some bread everyone. I made it myself this morning. You all Italian?" The Cullens nodded. "Speak it?"

"Fluently," Carlisle said.

Enzo looked at me. "Should we?"

I shook my head no. "If Rosalie trusts them." She nodded her head. "Rosie, I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? I'm the one who blabbed after we promised to keep that night between the four of us." She ripped apart her bread. "I'm confused. What do you two have a part in this?"

I turned to the Cullens. "Whatever is said in this house cannot leave this house. Please tell me that I can trust you all on that?"

Edward and I locked eyes. I saw the worry in them. "I promise you on that, Tesoro." I just nodded my head because his green eyes are so intense. "What is it?"

I looked at Enzo who nodded. "Rosalie, when I told you that I saw Royce in Tacoma." I sighed. "I didn't."

Her face paled. "Then where is he? Where did you see him?" She started to get a panic attack which caused me to start crying. "Where is he?"

Enzo sprung into action. "Hey. Hey." He grabbed her face. "It's okay. He can't hurt you."

I took a deep breath. "Rosalie, he came here. He came to my house." She kept chanting no. I leaned forward and grabbed her face from Enzo. "It's okay. He didn't get to me again."

She started to breathe normally again. The Cullens all looked deadly. "What happened?"

"Everyone in this room has a gun. I never used mine until that night he showed up at my house." Rosalie's head snapped up at me. "He saw Rosalie and I leave the hospital one day. He knew that I was the patient then."

"He..."

I held up my hand at Rosalie. "It's okay. I'm okay." I felt the tears well up in my eyes. "The reason why I flipped out on Rosalie so much was because of the aftermath of the assault." My chest started to skip a beat.

"You got pregnant," Alice stated.

I took a couple of deep breaths. "Yes. I did." The tears started to fall. "I had every intention of going through with the pregnancy. My plan was to find an adoption agency and have a family who couldn't have a child have one. I couldn't raise a child who reminded me of that night. That is just me. Well, I found an agency that was confused as to why I was keeping the baby."

"Your body. Your choice," Rosalie huffed out.

I waved her off because I wasn't trying to get political even though we have the same views. "Anyway, we planned on going through this adoption process. We just had to wait until I was after my first trimester just in case." Our side of the family wiped our eyes. "My body was still recovering from the trauma that it couldn't handle growing a fetus."

"Okay. Let's get back the Royce coming here," Enzo said to change the subject. He knew that if I talked anymore about this that I would probably break down into a shell.

"He saw us leaving the hospital with me in a wheelchair. He waited a little bit until he saw me up and moving. Then, he showed up on my doorstep. I have never seen that car before, so I grabbed the Baretta that I have and went to the door. It was him." My chest thumped again. "I didn't think. I just did it."

Edward sat down next to me. He wiped the tears off my cheeks. "Where is the body?"

Rosalie's jaw dropped. "Why didn't you tell me?" She looked at Nonno and Papa. "You two knew?"

I sighed. "Rosalie, I didn't tell you because I didn't know how. I killed the man who abused you. I was scared."

"He abused you too, Bella. He and his buddies took the one thing that you had control over. If someone was to kill him, it should have been one of us." She wiped her tears. "I wish I was there. Seriously, how did you two know?"

"She called me in a panic," Papa said. "I didn't know what happened. I thought something bad happened to you again. Once I got Bella to calm down, she told me."

"I said 'Papa, please don't turn me in. He came to my house. I didn't know what to do.'"

Papa nodded. "I knew what she meant. Obviously, Nonno came with me because I didn't know how we were going to handle this. Three minds are better than two." He rubbed his face. "Don't be mad at Bella for not telling you. I made her promise that she wasn't. I didn't know how you were going to take it."

Emmett gently rubbed the tears off of her face. "I'm obviously mad that I didn't know about it, but I guess we are even."

Edward gently turned my head to face him. "Where is the body?"

"In the woods," I whispered. "Why?"

Jasper stepped forward. "How did you dispose of him?"

"We dug eight feet in the woods. I hate that Bella lives out here with no neighbors except then," Nonno said. He raised his eyebrow. "Cullen? Italian?" His eyes widened. "Cullini." He turned to Rosalie. "CULLINI? Did you know?"

I looked around. "Cullini, you mean the mob fam..." I looked at Edward who looked like he got caught. Then, it hit me. "Oh."

"How do you know about Cullini?" Esme asked us.

"I just know from my Papa. He met a Cullini on his travels before he settled down in Forks. They became friends and did some dealings with him on the low with our shipping company."

"Huh?" Rosalie asked unladylike. She looked at me. "How did you know who they were?"

"When Nonno died and gave me his distillery since it was in Seattle, he told me that if the head of the Cullini family wanted to make a deal to do it. He never gave me any information more than that. He never flat-out told me. Plus, I had an inkling there was something more to this family than meets the eye. My Papa was a poliziotto. I look out for shit better than you do." (cop.)

She raised her hand in surrender. "Why am I the last one to find shit out?"

"Is that what you couldn't tell me?" She nodded her head. "Oh. Man. Why do we react so quickly?"

"Our families have been wondering about that since you two were born," Enzo said.

"What inklings did you have?" Emmett asked.

"Well, it's not that hard to put Cullen with Cullini, first off. Then, who says they work for a security company without mentioning what the security is for? You men are constantly looking for out for something. When Edward told me that you and Alice are adopted, Alice and Jasper looked like they were going to shit themselves." I pointed to Emmett's hand on his hip. "Is your gun right there on your left hip?"

Emmett embarrassingly cleared his throat. "Oh. Why are you so perceptive?"

"When you have dealt with the life that I have been dealt, you kind of need to be." I paused. "Why is it such a big deal that I know about you two being adopted?"

"Because in our line of work, something like that is considered a weakness," Carlisle said. He filled his glass up with grappa again. "I need more of this stuff."

"Our mom, Alessandra, was an addict who decided to whore herself out to a dealer for her next fix. Both times she did that, she ended up pregnant," Alice whispered.

I could tell that she didn't like to talk about it. "Back to the dead body," Jasper said. "How did you dispose of him?"

I poured myself some of the good shit. "I shot him in the head, wrapped him up in a tarp that I had in the garage, and buried him eight feet under because six was not enough."