A/N: Thanks goes to Tiffany, Cristina, Paige & Sherry, you girls rock.

A big thank you to everyone that reviews/followed/faved the last chapter. The response was amazing!

To those of you who believed the last chapter should have had trigger warnings, I will remind you that this is a mafia story. I believe that in itself is enough of a warning.

Also, Isabella doesn't have a bruise or red mark on her face. It is possible to give someone a slap and not leave a mark.

Chapter 10

As much as I hated to admit it, Edward was right. I didn't feel nearly as clever as I thought I was wearing this dress. I hated the attention it brought me and the judgments that people made about me because of it. The entire church was full of whispers of shock and scandal from the moment I had stepped into the hall and I didn't like it. I didn't like feeling like some cheap, nasty whore.

I was a Swan. I was use to people showing me respect and groveling on their knees. Not this. I think half the room would have spit on me given the chance; they clearly didn't approve of Edward's choice of bride. I wasn't sure I could blame them. I have shamed my family name. My father would have been disgusted with me if he even knew half of what I had done.

Esme and Rosalie had even looked at me with disapproving glares. The only person I had seen with a hint of a smile was the man standing at Esme's side. I presumed he was her husband. There was also something familiar about him. I realized then, that he was the man from Edward's house, who had seen me climb down the balcony and run away. I wondered if he was Edward's father. He must be if he was Esme's husband. Oh my god, he was my father's friend, possibly even the head of this family and he had seen me acting like an idiot.

I blushed from head to toe with embarrassment and shame. I really hadn't been giving the best of impressions, had I? I was surprised that someone hadn't put a stop to this wedding, but then that was what I had wanted, right? I didn't want to be married to this wolf in sheep's clothing. I glanced up at Edward as Garrett offered him my hand. No, I didn't want to be married to this man, no matter how attractive he was. Come to think of it, I didn't want to be married to any man. I had quite enjoyed being a spoiled little daddy's girl. Perhaps that was the very reason no one had put a stop to this wedding.

"Good luck," Garrett whispered to Edward.

"Thanks, I'll need it," Edward replied with a smirk.

I glared at the two of them as Garrett moved to take his place. I hated that they were talking about me as if I wasn't here. Edward seemed to take great delight in my displeasure. He tugged on my hand, pulling me closer, as the priest addressed the congregation.

The ceremony itself was long and boring, full of verses and poems preaching about love and happily ever afters. I guess it would have been okay if you believed in that sort of thing. I certainly didn't. There was no chance of me getting a happily ever after in this marriage. It was doomed to fail from the moment I had set eyes on him.

That's only because you have refused to give him a chance. I shook away the voice in my head. Edward didn't deserve a chance. He had stolen me away from my family, my life. For that, I would never forgive him.

I spent most of the ceremony willing it to be over, that was, until the priest announced it was now time to kiss the bride. I don't know why I hadn't realized it before, that they would expect us to seal the marriage with a kiss, but I didn't like it. I didn't like the thought of him touching me in such an intimate way. With so many people watching us I knew I would have no choice, but to kiss him back.

I stared up at Edward, willing him not to go through with it. He smirked back at me as if he was reading my thoughts. He slowly leaned down towards me, drawing the process out more than he really needed to. He gently cupped my cheek as his lips captured mine. He kissed me slowly, gently. I could tell he was in no rush to get this over. A simple peck would have sufficed.

Butterflies danced in the pit of my stomach, as his tongue slid into my mouth. I soon found myself wanting, craving more. I hated that he had that pull over me. I hated that he could make me want him.

He didn't stop kissing me until I put my hands on his chest and properly kissed him back. Afterwards, he pulled away with a satisfied smile on his face. All I could do was glare at him. I hated him.

After the kiss Edward led me up the aisle where our wedding party proceeded to follow us. The next hour was full of fake smiles and photographs. The only consolation was that there were so many pictures being taken that there was no time for small talk. Though, I will admit I was pleased when it was all over. I was looking forward to dinner and the chance to have a drink to drown out the people around me.

"I can't believe you wore that," a voice said in disgust. "I knew we shouldn't have trusted you." I turned around to see it was Rosalie standing in front of me. She looked extremely pissed. A tall, muscular guy stood by her side. His expression didn't match hers. He actually looked pleased. From what I had gathered he was her husband.

"Emmett, right?" I asked him, ignoring Rosalie. I wasn't in the mood for a lecture. I was already having a shitty day as it was.

"Yeah," he said, offering me his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Isabella."

I shook it and smiled. "Thank you."

"You do realize the shame you have brought on this family, right? Everyone is gossiping about that dress. You look like a whore," Rosalie hissed.

She clearly wasn't going to let this go. I opened my mouth to respond to her, but someone beat me to it. "That's enough Rosalie." I glanced behind her to see Edward's father, her father. I swallowed hard.

"I can't believe you're going to come to her defense," Rosalie bitched. "She's made us all look like fools."

"She made a mistake Rosalie. You've made plenty of them over the years. Do I need to remind you of them?" Rosalie shook her head. "Good. I think you seem to forget she is only seventeen and this wedding has been pushed upon her. I am fairly certain that if you were in her shoes you would be making the same mistakes."

Rosalie huffed in displeasure and marched away. Edward's father came over to me and offered me his arm. "Walk with me, Isabella."

I nodded, taking his arm. We walked in silence for several minutes as he led me away from the church to the grassy area by the parking lot.

"As much as I enjoy watching you challenge my son, to the point that he is pulling his hair out, Rosalie is right, you have brought shame to this family today," Edward's father stated.

"I'm sorry," I said, truly feeling sorry. His mannerisms reminded me so much of my father to the point that I actually felt as if I was being scolded by my own father.

"Nonsense," he said, flicking his wrist, dismissing my apology. "The scandal will die down, people will forget and move on. My son, however, I am sure, will not," he laughed at the thought. "I will not, however, tolerate any more of this behavior, Isabella. I know that you have been brought up better than this, and your father would be shocked to find out the way you have conducted yourself."

"My father doesn't care," I muttered.

Edward's father frowned. "He does."

"He has a funny way of showing it."

"He has more important matters to attend to."

"More important than his own daughter getting married?" I snapped.

His lips tightened. "I'm sorry that you see it that way, but you are no stranger to this life. You know what it entails. You have to put your faith in your father that he is doing what he thinks is best. I am sure he will explain everything when the time is right; in the meantime, I expect you to conduct yourself as is expected of you."

I didn't answer him.

"Isabella, Carlisle?" Esme called, hurrying towards us. "The cars are waiting to takes us to the hotel."

Carlisle, Edward's father, patted my arm and led us toward his wife.

"Everything alright, dear?" Esme asked, glancing between us both.

"Isabella and I were just having a little chat. I am sure everything will be fine now."

Esme nodded, falling into step beside me. "Although, I don't particularly agree with your choice of dress, Isabella, even I have to admit you look hot. You've certainly given the family something to talk about," she giggled. I smiled at her, grateful for the icebreaker. "Come," she said, pulling me away from Carlisle. "Your husband has been looking for you."

After my little chat with Carlisle, I was left with no doubt in my mind that he was indeed the head of the family, which meant that Edward must be the next in line, the Underboss. My father had married me off well. Kate hadn't been nearly as lucky. I should be happy, and yet I wasn't.

My heart still broke from the unfair treatment I had received. Carlisle said that I should have faith in my father, but how could I have faith when everyone seemed so willing to keep me in the dark, including my so-called husband. I needed answers and I needed them soon.