yada yada, same stuff as my last chapter goes right here...
Disclaimer: As amazing an author I am (;P that was a joke) , I do not own Twilight which causes people to go crazy all over the world.
Her Life Story
"Since the day you were born, you were a natural Mafian. You were born into Mafia royalty, I guess. Well, your dad was high up, and your mom was a bit lower on her side, but still pretty high up. Sadly, it was Romeo and Juliet all over again. He was part of the Cullens, and she was part of the Volturi. She fell for his kind eyes, and soft heart, and he fell for her sharp beauty, and...absent-mindedness."
"Wait, you're talking about my parents?"
"Yes, I am. Anyways, they fell for each other, and started seeing each other secretly, in bushes and sheds, and bombed out warehouses -you know the type- and you know...sooner or later, they had...you. But your mother's father had already planned for her to marry someone else, and she -other than seeing your dad- was a very by-the-rules type girl. So she gave you to Charlie and ran back to the Volturi to marry a high-ranked officer, and she didn't dare go against her father. She wanted to be a good girl...she just didn't really know how. By the way, that man who she married...he died later in battle."
"Well, you said that with zero emotion."
"I'm not really one to cry for the enemy. You don't know how many people I've- ...never mind. So, Charlie raised you on his own, with the help of my mother. My dad and Charlie are quite good friends, you see. But then my family had to flee the country for a good 15 years or so when I was about 2, because they wanted me to grow up in a free open space. Of course, I still received strict army training, but I just wasn't in Russia anymore. You were 1 at that time. As you grew, so did your position. You quickly climbed to the top of the food-chain, so high up that you could order around at least a thousand people. Or...you know, order them to bomb a couple continents or something of the sort. Back to my story. You were always anxious to go into battle, and you always won. Soon, news of your victories reached the Volturi's ears. More specifically, your mother's and her fathers' ears. They needed the support, you see. Then my family returned when you were 16 and I was 17, and being as handsome as I am, you fell in love at first sight with me. Then...we had a thing, you see. Romantic relationships weren't really allowed in the Mafia, so we were also forced to keep our...*ahem* love, a secret. Same thing as your parents, we met in bombed out warehouses...and bushes and stuff. Then your mother stole across enemy lines and grabbed you. Well, to be more specific, she fought with you, got pretty injured, knocked you out with a smoke bomb, drugged you, and then dragged you back across enemy lines."
I'm pretty sure I fell asleep somewhere here, so he stopped the story, and kicked Jacob's body out into the hallway. Then he locked the door and went to sleep.