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A/N at the bottom.

Chapter 8 – Faux Marital Bliss

JamesPOV

"No strippers, I mean it James." Victoria grabbed a cigarette and a lighter from the bedside table.

You're fucking crazy if you think I'm not going have any strippers. I'm getting a couple prostitutes too.

"Isn't that shit bad for the baby?" I asked grabbing my underpants from off the floor.

"One smoke won't kill it." She shrugged, lit up and blew smoke through her nose. I grabbed the cigarette and put it out it.

"As long as you're pregnant with my kid there will be no fucking smoking, no fucking drinking and no fucking snorting."

I was going to take her for a paternity test as soon as I could. If it turned out to be my kid I didn't want it to be abnormal because of all the shit she pumped into her system.

"You do know you just said no fucking three times right?" She laughed.

I smirked. "You don't wanna fuck? That's fine with me."

She pouted and rolled unto her side, naked as the day she was born. "I'll make you a deal."

I sighed; I really didn't want to deal with this bullshit. But for my plan to work I needed Victoria on my side.

"What?" I slid on my boxers and turned to face the little cunt. Thank fuck she had a pretty face and a hot birthday suit. But, as soon as I could I planned give her a black eye for all the shit she was forcing me through.

She pushed her red hair over her shoulder; I would have liked it better if it was brown like Isabella's.

"I'll stay away from drugs and alcohol; if you stay away from those skanks at the club."

I smiled and lied through my teeth. "Sure Vicky,"

"And none at your bachelor party." She used her false colourful nail to poke my chest. I resisted the urge to slap her hand away.

I nodded non-committally and resumed dressing as my phone beeped.

"So we're getting married on Saturday, ya not gonna leave me at the standing altar are ya?" She joked lightly.

"I would if I could." I said seriously; grinning when I heard her gasp.

"I'll tell daddy." She whined.

I'm going to whack daddy.

"I'm joking Vicky." I laughed.

No, I'm fucking not.

I was fully dressed and ready to leave before I said something else that was stupid. I smiled and kissed her cheek.

"I gotta go."

"See ya at the altar." She paused, "I'll be the one in white. I've always wanted to say that." She smiled widely. "I love you."

That dress should be black.

I turned to leave.

"Don't you love me James?" She asked.

"I love you too."

I headed out of the seedy motel I met Victoria at and stepped into the night. Laurent was waiting to carry me to my bachelor party. We were just going hang out at the club; nothing special or different. Aro had already warned me about fucking other broads. I would stay away from them; he's making two ton Tony and Slippery Sal watch me tonight.

It didn't matter; I wasn't in a celebratory mood. When I went to visit Cullen at the bar a couple weeks ago he wasn't fazed by my goading. No matter what I said he wasn't affected. It wasn't until he pointed his guns in my face that I realized how badly he was struggling to retain control. At that point I knew it was time to go. Cullen was very impulsive and I didn't put it past him to shoot me right then and there. He would have dealt with the consequences later.

I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze when he called me Jimmy. But I couldn't; I would wait. I'd be patient and eventually Isabella would be mine. I meant what I said when I told Cullen I wouldn't kill her. I would hold her captive and she'd be my sex slave.

Carlisle dodged us when he told Aro bullshit about the wedding being special and how we shouldn't conduct business. We did business at birthday parties, baptisms, weddings and funerals all the time. It was how Mafia heads got together without arousing police suspicion.

No matter, he would have to grant us audience eventually and we rescheduled for one week after I returned from the honeymoon. I didn't think they'd go to war over her. I was pretty sure she was more than just one of his whores. But she didn't have any status in our world; they couldn't keep her from us.

If they refused Aro told me he would declare war. He already had talks with the two smallest families; they would join us. I knew that Denalis, the second biggest family, wouldn't. Eleazar and Carlisle have been friends since they were children.

We could take them. We just had to be smart and we had the element of surprise. Even if they did hand over the girl, which I highly doubt they would, I would encourage Aro to still declare war. It was time for a new order. I was tired of living under the rule of the Cullens and Aro. But the former had to go before I could get rid of Aro.

"Boss, we're here." Laurent pulled me from my musings.

"Let's get this fucking over with." I planned to get shit faced.

We entered the Pink P and the small crowd of men started cheering. They had closed the club for the night and the girls were working the party.

"The man of the hour!" Riley pushed a broad off him and grabbed a shot from one of the waitresses. He handed me it. "Last two nights as a single man, tell me how does it feel James?"

I downed the shot. "Fuck off Riley," We laughed and I spied Tony and Sal in the corner nursing what looked like two scotches. I gave them the middle finger and plopped down on a couch.

"Get me another drink!" I shouted to no one in particular.

Laurent and Riley sat on either side of me and both grabbed a stripper and started taking lap dances. The brown haired sickly bitch who was grinding herself up on me her first night of work brought my drink.

What was her name? Lorna. No, Lisa. No, Linda. Doesn't fucking matter.

"Want a lap dance... boss?" She asked leaning over to hand me my drink and giving me ample view of her pubescent chest.

I laughed before sipping my drink. "No,"

"I can …"

I looked to Sal and Tony who raised their drinks with smug grins on their faces. Flashbacks of the night I found Aro in my office assaulted my vision.

I cut her off. "Get away from me if you want to keep your fucking job."

Salud Motherfuckers!

She pouted and headed off somewhere swinging her skinny ass.

The door then opened and Mikey the kid walked in with a limp. As he got closer I saw that his face was swollen and he had black eyes. There was some gauze wrapped over his fingers. I assumed that everywhere else hurt too.

"Hey, Mikey! Long time no see." Riley shouted from under his stripper. "Shit! Who fucked you up?"

"Cullen," Mikey spat.

"Why?" Laurent asked while his stripper got on her knees and started to zip down his pants.

I looked away and sipped my drink.

"My girl's father pays tribute to him. I was beating her up. Ya know broads; always sticking their noses where it don't belong." He signalled for a drink. "He got Cullen to beat on me. Fucker broke my fingers." He shook his gauzed hands in the air. "Said, if I wasn't going to use them for something constructive I shouldn't use them for a while."

I never really paid much attention to Mikey the kid. He was like a little puppy following us around. He rode on our hype and pretended he was a wise guy. Riley and Laurent kept him around to do errands. But I saw something different as he stood before me that night. He was pissed and I liked the rage that seethed through him.

"I've been hiding out to heal." Mikey smiled at the scrawny brown haired broad as she brought him his drink. "But it's taking forever," He flinched as she rubbed her hands across his stomach.

"That's fucked up." Laurent groaned beside me as the stripper's head bobbed in my peripheral vision.

"Can't you take that shit somewhere else?"

"Wait boss, I'm almost..." Laurent couldn't even finish his sentence.

Mikey looked to me. "I…"

I held up my hand. "We'll talk later." I nodded.

I could use people that had personal vendettas against Cullen. It would diminish the likelihood that they would have a change of heart or sell me out.

He smiled and walked away with the brown haired broad wrapped around him giggling her head off.

Salud bitch!

I looked over to Laurent. "Done yet?"

"Yea." He had put his junk away and the bitch had disappeared.

"What's Vicky doing?"

"Going out with her friends..." He paused.

"What is it Lau?"

"They got her one of those role play male strippers," Laurent took a sip of his drink, "The ones that dress up, show up at the door acting all coy and shit... and then strip and end up in their little Fanook outfits. The women throw money at them. This one dressed up like a wise guy. He kinda looks like you." Laurent laughed "He has a blond pony tail. They say that's what she wanted."

"Puttana." I laughed bitterly. "And she said I couldn't have any. I'mma get her for that."

"Hey boss, I got some blow …" Riley started but I cut him off.

"Naa," Suddenly I didn't want to drink, or snort blow, or smoke. I just wanted to go home and get this marriage shit over with.

Why the fuck is this ceremony so long?

I bowed my head for yet another prayer. I was beside Victoria at the altar and I had been standing there for hours. It was bad enough I had to marry her but this fucking program was taking forever. There were so many different rites, blessings, prayers and singing in various languages. We had to kneel, bow and stand throughout certain sections of the ceremony. I zoned out after five minutes. Victoria's mother never stopped sniffling in the front row.

Should have taken this bitch to Vegas, it would have been quicker.

"Grant them love, longevity, happiness, patience, understanding and many children. Amen." The priest ended his prayer.

Victoria's hand instinctively rose to her stomach. I scoffed internally.

"Amen," The congregation responded and crossed themselves.

"The Lord, be with you." The Priest lifted his arms.

"And also with you." The congregation rose from their seats.

"Go in peace my children, heaven celebrates your union."

The congregation erupted into cheers. Victoria grabbed my hand as we walked down the aisle to leave to the church. On the outside there was a carriage and horse waiting for us. I helped her up into it; like the gentleman I wasn't. She sat on one side with her princess ball gown taking up most of the space. She waved to the crowd of wedding goers as if she was the Queen of England.

"See you all at the reception!" She shouted and started to blow kisses.

I groaned; I was dying for this day to be over with. I frowned slightly after locking eyes with Aro. He smiled and nodded as I climbed up into the carriage. I snapped my fingers at the carriage driver and the horse took off at a trot.

"Oh, Jamie ... I'm so happy. Everything is just perfect. I've married the man of my dreams in the wedding of my dreams. I feel like a real princess."

For a moment, I forgot that I had to be nice to Victoria if I wanted my plan to work.

"You look like one," I smiled at the fact that I was able to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

Outside the carriage at the passing pedestrians and motorists; they stared back. I waved the middle finger salute.

"Be nice James." She chastised. "And I know Hawaii for our honeymoon is way cliché but, I couldn't resist." She grinned at some people at the street.

I remained silent and ignored her for a while. She seemed perturbed that I wasn't saying anything.

"I prefer it when you say mean things. I can't handle the silent treatment." She pouted sadly.

I knew I was an asshole for making her sad on her day but I couldn't bring myself to give a fuck.

I grunted disinterestedly as a carriage wheel on the left side fell into a small pothole.

Victoria grabbed a part of the carriage to steady herself.

"Shit James, he made me chip a nail!" She screamed.

"Hey!" I shouted at the carriage driver, "You wanna die?"

"Sorry Sir, Ma'am," He tipped his hat and slowed the horse down.

"I wanted to give you something special for your wedding present; knowing I forced you into it and all." She took out a piece of gum and started to chew loudly.

I continued to ignore her.

"I don't know why you're so interested in her." She popped her gum as she removed a nail file from between her breasts and continued nonchalantly, "She's such a plain Jane; brown hair, brown eyes, simple body. She's far away but reachable none the less."

She had my attention immediately as she started describing Isabella however I pretended I wasn't interested. "What are you talking about?"

"Isabella," She smiled sweetly. "The girl you're looking for."

"I'm not looking for anyone. Why would you think that?" I wanted to know how Victoria knew so much. It's not like I discussed business with her.

"My dad told my mom and she told me."

Another reason to off Aro; business shouldn't be discussed with the women.

"What do you know?"

"Uh, Uh, Uh..." She waved her nail file at me before she started filing her nails. "I want a nice honeymoon, treat me right, do what I want, listen to me and I know you don't give a fuck but you can at least pretend you care."

"That's what you want?"

She seemed so smug and self satisfied; I wanted to beat it out of her.

"Yea and at the end of the two weeks I will tell you where she is."

"How reliable is your source?"

"Very reliable ... He works for Edward." She spat Cullen's name out.

"How did you get him to tell you?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Easy, I used my womanly charms." She giggled. "He's an old boyfriend."

For once, I was grateful for having a slut for a wife. I decided to play her game but I couldn't let her know that she had convinced me so quickly.

"And what if I don't care?" I feigned nonchalance.

She laughed like she was told a really funny joke. "Drop the act. Do we have a deal or not?"

I decided there was no use in pretending any-more. "Deal."

"You start today," She blew on her nails. "Right now."

The carriage abruptly stopped and I saw that we had reached the hotel where the reception was being held.

I exited the carriage and the carriage driver stood beside me to help Victoria and her puff of a dress down.

"No thank you driver, Jamie?" She held out her arms.

I plastered a smile on my face and lifted her out of the carriage. She kissed my cheek.

"Thank you, hubby." She giggled insanely. "I always wanted to say that."

"You're welcome wifey," I rolled my eyes internally.

She linked our arms and dragged me into the hotel.

"Mr. and Mrs. Rossi?" the hotel receptionist asked.

"Oh," Vicky squealed. "Yea, that's us." She popped her gum, "How did you know?"

I looked down at Victoria and shook my head.

"It's quite obvious, Mrs. Rossi." The receptionist smiled. "You look beautiful by the way."

"Thank you!" She popped her gum again.

"This way, everyone is seated and waiting."

She led us down some corridors to huge elegantly designed double doors.

"Just a moment,"

She disappeared down the hall and I heard the MC announce us. The huge doors then magically opened and the crowd of wedding goers seated at the tables cheered loudly.

It was time for our first dance and the live Italian band started playing an old Italian love song.

I held her and we slowly rocked to the music. She looked up at me with her big green eyes and stood on tip-toes to plant a wet one on my mouth. The saliva of which, she then proceeded to suck off.

It wasn't that bad; I liked when Victoria was feeling freaky most of the time. It was my wedding night; I had the right to get some.

"I know you stayed away from the skanks on your bachelor night." She grinned, "Thank you Jamie."

"I know you had a male stripper." I smiled evilly down at her. "How was it?"

She frowned for a while and I caught Aro's eyes.

"Laugh like I told you some really funny joke." I dipped my head into the crook of her neck and planted little kisses along her jugular vein. I vaguely imagined ripping it out like a vampire would.

She laughed uncomfortably but from a distance I knew it would seem like we were a happy couple.

"I'm sorry Jamie." She smiled seductively "Forgive me?"

"Yea." I let it go for a while.

Our first dance as a married couple ended and I left Victoria on the dance floor to do her father daughter dance.

The reception went speedily by as a blur of toasts, food, dances, reception games, wedding presents and drunken Italians. I didn't pay much attention when I wasn't called on to participate as I spent the time planning when and how I would kidnap Isabella. By the end of the night I had a general outline.

Victoria and I ended the night relatively early to the rest of wedding goers and caught Aro's private plane to Hawaii. We christened the plane's only bedroom and consummated our marriage.

Great now I'm stuck in this shit for life; Italians don't get divorced.

Victoria fell asleep after the third round with a smile on her face. I stayed up all night finalizing the plan in my mind; it had to be perfect. By the time sun came up I had dozed off beside Victoria.

The room was well lit and I could see everyone and everything inside clearly. The scent of death flowed into my nostrils and I inhaled deeply revelling in the smell. The bodies of Cullen's goons lay lifeless on the floor in a sea blood. I heard weeping and I could see my target at the back of the room. She was crouched over a body. I didn't have to see it to know that it was Cullen. His blood continued to pour out. He wasn't dead yet but he was very close. I made my way over there. I had finally won and I was ready to claim my prize; Isabella.

Cullen coughed and spewed blood before he stopped breathing. She heard me coming and grabbed Cullen's gun and rose to her feet.

I laughed as I stepped closer to her. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I can't live without him."

I realized what she was planning to do. "NO!"

Isabella put the gun to the side of her head and pulled the trigger. Her body fell to the floor on top of Cullen's.

Their souls or spirits rose out of the lifeless bodies. They were both dressed in white and had halos. They held hands and they were laughing at me. The spirits of Cullen's goons appeared as well and they laughed too.

Even in death and in MY dreams Cullen still won.

I'll change all that very soon.

The incessant knocking of the bitchy flight attendant that worked for Aro woke me up.

"Mr and Mrs Rossi ... we've arrived at our destination."

As we stepped on Hawaiian soil or rather sand I grabbed Victoria's hand and smiled as she grinned insanely. I was determined to give her the happiest two weeks of her life so that I could get the information I needed to set my plan in motion.

With the plan I had there was no way Cullen would win and I would ensure that once Isabella was in my hands she couldn't commit suicide.

I would have my cake and eat it too.

A/N: I know it's been a while, and this chapter is shorter than the others.

But I was getting tired of writing about James and Victoria and I was also getting writer's block with their side of the story :/

Luckily for you, Jamaica is under storm warning and I get a little reprieve from school.

A reprieve which I will use to put up a couple more chapters ... hopefully. Cross your fingers people.

Nuff love and respect for my new-readers and my faithful few who've been there from the beginning.

Pray for us here on the little island that our storm does no or little damage.

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