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WARNING: This story contains mature themes and is intended for mature readers.
EDWARD CULLEN.
"Here are all the requested documents, sir," Lauren said.
I opened the envelope, emptying the contents onto the table. Inside was an Italian birth certificate, translated. Citizenship papers, social security card, driver's license, and passport all for Marie Aretti, my mother's maiden name.
"Is everything there, sir?" Lauren asked.
"Yes, it is. Thank you very much," I said, piling the documents back into the envelope. I removed a smaller envelope from the breast pocket of my suit and slid it across the table to Lauren. One hundred thousand dollars may seem like a lot of money, but in reality, it was anything but a drop.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you once more, sir," Lauren said, placing the envelope in her bag.
This was one thing taken off my long list of things to do, and lately that list was growing out of control.
My biggest problem was not going to be getting Isabella to agree to any of this, because she didn't have a choice, there was no other option, other than death. Getting her out from Victoria would not be a problem either.
When I had made the call to Victoria, I was on pins and needles. The thought of something, someone touching my little fiorellina in that way...It made me sick.
My brother, he would pay for whatever harm came to her there, but I could also not deny that I had my part to play. I could have taken her out the moment that I knew she was there, and I should have, but maybe it was denial that stopped me?
I breathed a sigh of relief after speaking with Victoria, after she had assured me that no harm had come to Isabella there. Garrett had not allowed anyone, man or woman, other than himself or Victoria to come to her.
That made me breathe a little easier, that meant that I could leave her there a little longer until I had all of this figured out.
The one thing I was certain of, the next time the books were open, Garrett would be in, he was full blooded Italian, there wouldn't be an issue.
My biggest problem was, what the hell do I do with Heidi? She had already caused my mother enough stress, planning a wedding that would never take place.
Maybe, just maybe, if Heidi had turned out differently, nicer, quieter, the perfect wife like she had been trained to be, then maybe my thoughts would not have wandered to what I was about to set in motion.
My father's wishes could be damned on the matter. I was not going against them. I would have a wife, just not the one that was first intended.
~DINY~
My mother had called me, she even threatened violence, if I did not come back to the house and control Heidi. It appears that she did not take too well to the news that there would be no wedding to plan. She went as far as to threaten my mother, saying her family would seek retribution if we were not to be wed.
The stupid fool was oblivious to the fact that her family had no power to do anything of the sort.
"What the hell is going on here?" I said, walking into the kitchen where Heidi and Renta were having a silent stare off, my mother was nowhere in sight.
"You!" Heidi pointed her sharp manicured finger in my face.
"Finally! Please, Edward, do something about this, I beg you," Renta said, as she stalked away.
"Get your fucking finger out of my face," I said, swatting Heidi's hand away.
"Your mother, very joyfully, informed me that there would be no wedding," she spat.
"And, what's your problem?"
With her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed in on me as she started to stalk towards me, getting herself right up in my face.
"Either there is a wedding, or I tell papa and there will be hell to pay," she threatened.
"You threatening me, sweetheart?" I said, it was impossible not to laugh at the idea.
"Trouble in paradise, brother?" Anthony asked. "I think we may have given the wrong one to Vicky."
I clenched my jaw, ignoring his words. What was he doing here? He was supposed to lay low, at least for a few more weeks after what had happened.
"You are in no position to make threats," I warned Heidi.
"You need to be fitted for your suit. I have you booked for tomorrow," she said, and with those final words, she stormed out of the room.
"She's a cunt," my brother said. "Looks like you've got your work cut out for you."
"What are you doing here? I told you to lay low, not to show your face around here."
He shrugged. "I was bored. Besides, I think my new sister in law is going to be fun." He laughed.
"She won't be your anything," I said.
"Really? You have to marry her, at least until Rose figures all of this out."
"I am getting married, just not to...to that," I said.
"Who's the other lucky lady then?"
"Your little lamb," I said, using the pet name he had adopted for her. It was almost amusing watching the play of emotions cross my brother's face. He was angry, furious actually, as he let my words sink in.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" He spat. "You can't have her," he said, with clear determination.
"And why would that be?" I asked, keeping my calm. I folded my arms across my chest.
He said nothing, he was debating with himself, opening and closing his mouth a few times but no words came out, he looked like a dying fish, fresh out of ideas, fresh out of excuses.
"She's at Victoria's. She's nothing more than a used piece of trash now. Is that what you really want for a wife?" He said. I noticed his hands were balled up into fists at his side, and the uneven rise and fall of his chest.
"How the fuck are you going to marry a missing person, Edward?" Anthony spat. "It's been months and they're still looking for her."
"I have thought of that. Don't worry brother, I have everything taken care of," I said.
"Is that why you're holding onto Alice's body?"
"I have my reasons."
"And I'm the fucked up brother," he chuckled. "You're holding onto dead bodies, planning on marrying the daughter of a traitor, the daughter of the man that put our father in jail and destroyed our family, and I'm the fucked up one." He laughed hysterically. "You can't use Alice's body, you fucking idiot, even Dimitri won't be able to help you. Alice is fucking frozen and very much recognizable, even if you defrost her, it's still too late," he said, wiping away at his tears.
"You know, I was thinking, I love this cake. What do you think Edward," Heidi said, coming back with a magazine in her hand, waving it in my face.
I pulled my gun out and pointed in Heidi's face, pulling the trigger while looking at my brother. Heidi's body fell in a heap between my brother and I.
"Now they have a body."
The thing with this life of ours, everything was about honor and respect and tradition. A Don needs to have a wife, and I will tie Isabella to me in every way possible.
Isabella Swan may be a missing person, but Marie Cullen was an innocent soul and Anthony wouldn't be able to touch her.
"What is going on?" Our mother asked, stopping in her tracks when she saw the body lying between Anthony and I. "Oh, thank God," she sighed. "What are you two doing? Don't just stand there, let's get her out of here before she does any more damage to my floors."
"Anyone else here?" I asked, digging through the drawers for some garbage bags, Anthony had gone to retrieve a blanket or anything big enough to wrap her in.
"No, only Renta," my mother said.
Anthony had returned with a large blanket. Laying it on the floor, the three of us rolled Heidi's body on it and wrapped her up. Our mother laid the garbage bags down and proceeded to wrap them perfectly around the blanket.
"The two of you stop staring and help me," she said.
"I think you're doing just fine without our help," my brother said.
"This isn't the first time I've had to get rid of dead body," she shrugged.
"Care to explain?" I asked. As far as we knew, our mother had no involvement in any aspect of the family business. Our father had made sure that she had little to no involvement whatsoever, or so we thought.
"It was a while ago. Your father and I were at the cabin in Big Bear, when we were attacked. There was five of them, and only the two of us. Your father didn't bring any of his men along, it was only supposed to be the two of us for the weekend, no one was supposed to know that we were there," she said.
"You don't have a cabin in Big Bear," I said.
"Not any more we don't. I couldn't let your father take them all on his own, he wouldn't win, and as much as he hated the idea, he handed me a gun, and well, we blew the place up and flew out that night," she said, shrugging as if it were no big deal.
"Well, fuck," my brother said.
"Help me already," mom said.
"You two take care of this, I have somewhere I need to be," I said.
"Don't fucking do this, Edward. You're making a big mistake," my brother warned.
"The only mistake I've made, was not stepping in and putting an end to this sooner."
~DINY~
Pulling up outside the house, there were more people here than I had expected, and I wondered what the hell was going on. As I walked up the path, three gunshots went off inside.
The guards at the doors, drew out their guns and ran in, I did the same, following behind them.
When I ran in, the first thing I noticed was Garrett had some idiot pinned down on the floor, one of the guards kicked the gun out of his hand.
"What the fuck is going on here?" I asked.
"He's drunk, sir," Marco, a long time friend of my father's said.
"What are you all doing here?"
"It's my son's birthday, he wanted to have a little fun and I…"
"What are you doing down here?" I asked, looking at Garrett, cutting Marco off, I didn't care for his bullshit excuses. "Where is she?"
"Upstairs on the third floor. She's safe," Garrett said.
I climbed up the stairs two at a time. I could hear loud noises coming from up there the further I made it up.
"Get back here, you fucking bitch," someone called out.
Loud footsteps were coming towards me, until she slammed right into my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me.
"I got you," I said, hoping it would offer her some sort of comfort.
"Please get him away from me," she said.
"Sir," Andre said, "I am very sorry about this. She is a very difficult one."
"What did he do to you?" I asked Isabella.
"He...He…" she trailed off, but she didn't need to say anymore.
With the gun still in my hand and loaded, I raised it up and shot the asshole that put his hands on her. His body fell down the stairs and past our feet.
"Come, bambolina, let's get you out of here," I said, kissing the top of her head.
"Edward," she breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed in my arms.
"I got you dolcezza, I got you."