THIS STORY TALKS ABOUT THE MOB LIFESTYLE AND THE LIVES OF ITS MEMBERS, I'M NOT WRITING THE USUAL MOB STORY BECAUSE I WANT TO FOCUS ON THE STORY, THE CHARACTERS AND THEIR LIVES. I WILL EXPLAIN SOME SITUATION BUT I WON'T GO INTO DETAILS SUCH AS HOW THEY KILL, HOW THEY TORTURE, HOW THEY DEAL DRUGS SO DON'T ASKE ME FOR DETAILS ABOUT THOSE PARTS.
AS ALWAYS, I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS, TWILIGHT OR STEPHENIE MEYER BUT I DO OWN THIS STORY, THE FEELINGS BEHIND IT AND THE SEX SCENES….
P.S. I am Italian so please forgive any possible mistake in words, phrases construction and punctuation…
CHAPTER 3: Pro bono
EPOV
"Maria Maddalena, cosa ti avevo detto?!"
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She is furious, that's for sure. Fortunately, my Italian is almost fluent if not I wouldn't be able to work with this family. She reached us in two strides asking her daughter if she forgot what she told her, possibly to not get out of the car alone which she obviously ignored before escaping and running toward her grandfather.
Charles was gripping the little girl on his side while turning to face his very mad daughter, the little girl, Maddy was trying and failing not to laugh and looking very chastised, she was giggling behind her little hand.
"Sorry Mamma" she said in fluent English with a hint of accent. She burrowed her face in her grandfather neck to hide from the scolding of a lifetime.
Isabella reached us and with her hands to her hips looked at her daughter angry but also scared, very scared and I could not understand this fear in her eyes and now that she was closer in her body language, a little tremble and rapid breathing.
"Oh, leave her be Bella!" said Charles rubbing his granddaughter back and smiling reassuringly at his daughter. "She is just excited to see her favourite Nonno ain't it right my love?".
The little girl just giggled and nodded while looking behind her hair to see if her mother to see if she was still angry, but Isabella was fighting a little smile while saying "You spoil her too much and I'm stuck at bad cop role , all the time"she crossed her arms while watching the two of them whispering to each other.
"Mamma I promise to neva and eva run away again! Cross on my heart!" the little girl knew how to handle things, she used her charms to con her way out of a bad scolding, she fits right into this family.
Isabella , calmed down by her daughter's words leaned in and asked for a kiss which the little girl wasted no time in delivering asking her grandfather to lean her down a little bit to reach the desired destination.
This altercation gave me the time and way to study this woman and her daughter adding more pieces to the puzzle in my mind.
Isabella is tall, not as tall as Charles or Emmet, both tall and big with muscles and strength, but taller than her mother, maybe 5"5 or 5"6 not really sure because she is wearing boots with heels; the one thing that I'm sure of is that she is beautiful. She has long wavy hair, a brunette like her father, the dark jeans, shirt and jacket are hiding a very, very sexy and curvy body, from what I can see.
Emmett would kill me if he ever knew what I was thinking about his sister.
I kept her face for last, heart shaped, pale skin almost alabaster, big dark eyes, dark pink lips, I was drinking in as much as possible before Charles caught me looking where I didn't belong.
The girl, Maddalena, was older than I thought, 5 or six years old , a mini replica of her mother but when she turned to me I got struck by the bluest pair of eyes that I've never seen. Full of questions and mischiefs, and a little bit of fear.
Fear, again.
What's with these girls? They both have fear in their eyes but I cannot believe that Charles would let anything happen to his family, I know that my knowledge of Isabella's life is close to none but that's just because she has been to Italy almost all her life and Emmett would have told me something, sure they don't talk too much about her but something big to leave the fear of death in them would get them to talk to me or my father, he is the consigliere of this family.
I will have to ask him if he know something.
During my study I didn't see that the trio had stopped talking and was now looking at me.
I cleared my throat and extend my hand to Isabella
"Edward Cullen, a pleasure"
Isabella looked at me and the at my face but before she could reach my hand with hers the little girl took my hand and with a very strong handshake introduced herself.
"Ciao! My name is Madd'lena but my mamma call me Maddy, I'm six years old and I'm going to school here very soon, are you my Nonno friend? 'cause I need to ask you if you're good or bad" her voice never wavered, she was secure in what the was saying and give a lot more meaning to the question.
I was shocked, not by the fact that this little girl could talk so much without breathing but by the strength behind her handshake and the absolute forwardness of her question.
Are you good or bad?
The million-dollar question, the one thing that haunts me at night, that made me change career, that makes it impossible to form any kind of relation ship with the women I date in fear of them discovering what I do on the side.
This question, asked by a little girl shocked me at the core but made me also understand something, the fear in this girls was real , someone who they thought was a good person , someone they trusted , deceived their trust and was bad to them and this made my stomach churn.
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DUM DUM DUUUUUUM
I'M SORRY BUT I GOTTA LEAVE YOU ALL HANGING FOR A LITTLE BIT BECAUSE WE NEED TO PROCESS WHAT HAPPENED HERE. I NEED YOU TO FORM THEORIES AND STUFF.
SEE YOU TOMORROW
CIAO!
E.S.B
p.s. I will post longer chapters from now on , the first ones were just to describe some stuff.