HAPPY NEW YEAR! Here's to 2019 and all the greatness to come. I hope everyone had a happy NYE and will continue to have a great 2019. Without further ado, here is chapter 4.
I stormed out of the room seeing red. I stomped to my room and slammed the door closed.
I can't believe him. How can my father just expect me to just drop my hopes, my future, just to appease the other bosses? I have been training for this for 10 plus years and now all of a sudden it means nothing!? And for the Irish none less. I've heard about those boys. They are disgusting with no respect for women. Sleeping around with anything that will spread their legs. And my father wants me to marry THAT?
I pace back and forth in my room, seething in anger. A knock at my door making me pause.
"Go Away!" I yell but the door opens anyway. Seth smiles at me softly and closed the door. He walks past me and into my closet, completely ignoring me and my rage.
"Seth, what the fuck are you doing?" I yell and follow him into my closet. He is looking through my dresses and grabs a deep plum lace dress.
"I'm trying to make you look presentable. I know you don't want to be at that table but you are still meeting with a Boss. You can't look like shit." He rolls his eyes and puts the dress in my hands. "Change and we can talk while you touch up."
I take the dress and scowl at him. Once he is out of the closet, closing the door behind him, I let out a deep sigh. I change out of my work clothes and slip on the dress. This is one of my mom's favorite dresses on me. The deep color compliments my skin and the full lace overlay allows it to be sexy and curve hugging, without looking hoe-y. It reaches my lower thigh and I smooth it down my body. I grab a pair of black pumps and slip them on. Before I leave my closet, I slip on my thigh holster and place my gun and a star in it. Just in case.
"Bells come onnnn." Seth whines and I chuckle, walking out. "You look hot! Now go fix your makeup real quick. We only have 20 minutes."
I roll my eyes and walk to my vanity and start touching up my makeup. It's silent for a moment before I ask, "Did you know?"
He looks down at his feet and sighs. 'Yeah. Charlie brought it up to me about a month ago."
I nod my head and take a deep breath, controlling my anger.
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him while the idea sounds great in theory, you would never follow through. You are too independent." He chuckles softly. "You would rather kill every single bachelor in the continental US than marry someone just for 'protection.'" I smile and nod again.
"You aren't wrong." I wink at him and then lean in to apply lipstick.
"But Bells. I wouldn't completely rebel against Charlie. You need to look at it from his point of view. He loves you and you are all he has left. He doesn't want to lose you too." I close my eyes and sigh. "I just wish I could be stronger, more like you. Then I could just take over and you wouldn't be in this situation." Seth mumbles and I turn to look at him.
"Seth stop. We have talked about this. You are perfect the way you are. It isn't your fault just as much as it isn't my fault." I say softly and walk over to him. I wrap my arms around him and he does the same for me. "Don't let me kill these people Seth," I whisper.
He chuckles softly and squeezes me once more before pulling back. "I have your back Bells."
"Always" I state and smile up at him. "Sooo, what Isabella should I be tonight? Meek and quiet mod daughter Isabella? Future Boss Isabella?" I teasingly ask as I smooth my dress back out.
"Don't you have an in between?" Seth jokes and holds out his arm for me to take. I loop mine with him and we walk out of my room and down the hall.
"Nope!" I laugh and we walk down the main staircase in the house. My father is down by the door closing it as our guests arrive. I immediately tense up as I see the seven of them.
I immediately recognize Carlisle Cullen, the head of the Irish mob. He is about 6 foot with short blond hair and brown eyes. He is slender but muscular, still deadly. I have seen him at other events and talked with him briefly. He seemed nice, for a Boss that is.
Next to him is his wife, Esme. She was beautiful and sophisticated, the perfect mod-wife. She reminded me of my mother with a similar style and body She was about my height but much softer than I was. Her bronze, red, brown hair was waved but styled to perfection.
Besides the two, there were three more men and two women. I knew the Cullen's had two sons and a daughter: Emmett, Edward, and Mary-Alice. I have seen the family at different occasions as a child, but have followed the brothers more closely as they aged. In order to play this game, you have to know who the players are. However, I haven't seen them since I was a little girl.
Emmett was a giant, at least 6'5, with muscles that could possibly break me in half. His dark curly hair was cut short and his brown eyes were staring down at the women in his arms, who I assumed was his girlfriend. She was the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She was taller than my 5'5 status by at least 3 inches. Her long blond hair was straightened but still had body and move to with it and her blue eyes looked up at the man before rolling them at whatever he just said.
Next to them was another couple holding hands. The male was more like Carlisle's built, slim but still muscular. However, he was thicker than Carlisle. He had longer blond hair that had a slight wave to it. He had muted blue/grey eyes that were observing the area. Next to him was Alice, a pixie like girl. She was barely over 5 feet with short, jet black spiky hair and the same green eyes and pale as Esme.
Off to the side was the final man of the Cullen family, Edward. He looked angry, or at least kind of pissed. I definitely felt where he was coming from. I wouldn't want to be here either if I was him. He was about the same height of the other blonde man at 6'2 and had a similar built to him, but was even more well built than him. His hair was the same strange bronze like color that Esme had as well as the same emerald green eyes. He was gorgeous. But I would never admit that out loud. I think it is safe to assume he would be the one I would be betrothed to and I will not allow that to happen, no matter how nice he is to look at.
As we reach the bottom of the stairs, my father turns to us and smiles. He looks me up and down and nods at my outfit choice. I roll my eyes at him.
"Bella! Seth! I would like you to meet Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme." My father states while motioning to the two in front of the group.
"Isabella Swan. A pleasure to meet you both." I only allow my family to call me Bella. Isabella is for all associates, especially other Bosses. I see Carlisle smirk slightly as I shake his hand just as tough as my father would. Seth shakes his hand and I move on to shake Esme's hand but instead, she pulls me into a hug. I gasp and awkwardly hug her back.
"Oh, it's lovely to meet you, dear. You are so beautiful! Charlie has told me a lot about you but never said you were this beautiful." She gushes and squeezes my hands as I pull out of the hug.
"Uh thank you. I didn't know my father talked about me to many people." I said and glared at him while he and Seth chuckled softly at my awkwardness.
"Of course he does! He is so proud of you. Oh, but let me introduce you to our family, although you may remember my children." She turns and starts to point. "This is our eldest son Emmett and his fiancé Rosalie Hale." She points to the blonde in Emmett's arms. "This is our youngest Alice and her boyfriend Jasper Whitlock." She points to the blond young man. "And then this is our middle child, Edward". She points to the last man standing, the single gorgeous one. The one I'm expected to bow down too.
"It is wonderful to meet you all," I say as nicely as I can before turning to my father. "Is dinner ready?"
"Yes! Right, this way." He says and turns to lead our group to our main dining room. Before I can pass through the door, Jacob grabs my arm from his guard position.
"Nuh uh uh Swan. It's a peaceful dinner. I need your gun." He says and holds out his hand.
"Are you serious?"
"Yup. Not either give it to me or I'll get it myself." He winks, hand still out. Jasper paused at the door, watching our interaction.
'Fine." I huff and bend down to reach under my dress and pull the gun out of my holster. "Here. Perv." I place the gun in his hand, smooth my dress back down, and continue to walk into the dining room.
"I like you already," Jasper whispers and walks around to the other side of the table.
The Bosses set at the heads of the table, the two couples set on one side and the rest of us sat on the other side. As I saw Esme sit next to her husband and Edward sit next to her, I tried to sit next to my father but Seth beat me to it, winking at me. I begrudgingly sat down between Seth and Edward. Emmett was next to his father and Jasper was next to mine, while Alice and Rosalie sat next to their partners.
Before the conversation could start, our kitchen staff brought out beverages and started filing glasses.
"So Isabella, what do you do in your free time?" Alice asked me as I took a sip of my wine. Seth chuckles from beside me and I shoot him a glare.
"Oh. Well, I do work a lot. I have been running Swan Inc. for a couple years now so I don't have much free time." I smile politely. I mean, it's the truth. I figured saying I enjoying killing people and fighting would be a little much for the dinner table.
"You run your father's business?" Alice asks, raising her eyebrow at me. I hear Emmett scoff and feel all eyes on me.
"It's technically mine. That's what happens when you are appointed CEO." I state firmly, becoming defensive.
"Shit Charlie is this why we are here? Your daughter running your business to the ground?" Emmett chuckles at his joke and I see red. Before I even realize what I was doing, I have my throwing star in my hand and aiming for him. Before my wrist can even move to throw it, a warm hand grabs my arm.
"Nice kitty," Jacob whispers in my ear and takes the star out of my hand. "Sorry Chief. I didn't think she would still be packing after I got her gun." He tells my father and steps back to his place along the perimeter of the room.
Everyone is in shock and starting at me except Charlie, Seth, and Carlisle, who are all smirking and shaking their heads at me.
"I apologize for my daughter. She doesn't make friends well."
Sooo. What do we think? I consider this part 1 of the dinner scene. Otherwise, this chapter would be wayyy to long. I promise to have the next chapter up soon. Review, favorites, and follows make my heart happy!