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Carlisle's POV
I watched her tits bounce as she walked out of the bathroom cleaning herself up.
She had just giving me an amazing night of fucking.
Just what I needed to take some stress off.
Things were hectic.
My bitch of a sister had run her mouth, but I would fix that.
Mary Alice was upset, but she would get over it with time.
I would buy her something expensive and let her spend whatever she wanted on the wedding.
My father's health was deteriorating rapidly, and he wanted me to take over very soon.
I was currently knee deep in the medical practice, but he didn't understand that.
He wanted a Volturi to carry on as Don.
I understood where he was coming from.
I had grown up in this life.
It was all I knew.
It was all my sons would know.
"What ya got going on?" She asked as I pulled my pants on.
"Didn't I tell you not to ever question me?" I glared at her.
"Geez, you're so moody since you knocked that bi-" Before she could finish her sentence I had her by the throat against the wall.
Fear flew into her hazel eyes.
"If you ever breathe another ill word of the mother of my bambino, I WILL KILL YOU! Woman or not." I screamed in her face.
I let her drop to the floor.
She made no move to get up while I put the rest of my clothes on.
I reached for the doorknob when she spoke.
"When will I see you again?" It came out as a whisper.
I turned back to her with a hard gaze.
"The correct question will be if you see me again, Cookie."
Emmett's POV
I had warned Jacob if he let Rosalie out of his sight for a split second I would cut his balls off with a rusty can lid.
Rosalie was a tough chick, but not tough enough to stop bullets.
I had to get her off all that vampire shit.
It made her think she was invincible.
She had cabin fever, I think.
We had teamed up tonight to blow some shit up.
About fucking time.
This was my favorite part of this life.
Aro and I were headed out in one stolen car while Edward and Santiago were in another.
Usually, Santiago would be with me, but I was ready to cap his punk ass.
We weren't leaving a trace of evidence tonight that could be linked back to our family.
Denali would know it was us.
That's who the message was for.
We were hitting up several of his businesses.
It was just shy of six in the morning, everything would be empty so we wouldn't kill anyone who didn't deserve it.
"You ready, bruh?" I asked Aro.
We had been watching for the last couple of hours to make sure all the employees had left.
"Hell yea!" He was psyched.
Aro was just like me. You would think he was my brother instead of Eddie boy.
We quickly made our way across the street, stopping short of the building.
Aro had a shit eating grin on his face to match my own as we lit the molotov cocktails and threw them through the front windows.
We did this to half the Denali joints, all of us.
Denali wanted to play, we would fucking play.
Isabella's POV
"Why are you so nervous?" Esme asked glancing up from her magazine.
I was laying on her bed flipping through Vogue, chewing on my nails.
"I dunno." I mumbled not taking my fingers away from my face.
"You're going to chip your polish. Relax. Want me to make you a drink?"
I nodded.
With everything going on, I functioned better on alcohol.
My mother had gone batshit crazy.
My father was acting strange what little I had seen of him.
He wanted me home tomorrow night since he would actually be there.
I had a gut feeling that things were about to go from bad to worse.
After all, I was running around with the reason he was working so much.
Esme sat a glass of tea in front of me.
"That's not what I was expecting." I sat up.
"It's from Long Island." She laughed.
I took a large gulp, scrunching up my face.
Esme giggled.
"I see." I took another sip.
"You taste is more like it!"
I rolled my eyes at her.
I wanted to talk to Edward, but I knew he would be busy tonight.
Esme and I were having a girl's night, kind of.
Mary Alice wasn't answering her phone, and Rosalie was watching some vampire show marathon.
"How do you not worry?"
Esme shrugged her shoulders and laid her magazine down.
"I'm used to it I guess. That and I have faith they know what their doing. Besides, how much trouble could they get into at a poker game?" She winked at me.
My phone starting ringing.
I saw Renee's name and groaned.
Esme raised a perfect eyebrow at me.
"My mom."
She made an 'o' shape with her mouth and watched to see what I would do.
I looked at the screen and finally hit the reject button.
A few seconds later, it rang again.
"Couldn't hurt to see what she wants." Esme said casually.
I sighed and tapped the green button.
"Yea?"
"Hello darling." She cooed like we hadn't just had a big blowup.
"Hi."
"How are you, Isabella?"
"I'm great. How are you mother?" I asked with fake enthusiasm.
"I'm wonderful as well. Are you still coming to see me tomorrow night?"
Not a fat chance in hell, whore.
"Didn't we already discuss this?"
"I know we had a little fight, but I'm still your mother. Don't you miss me?"
If I told her to suck a light socket, would she rebel?
Probably.
She had gone over the deep end.
"I just don't feel comfortable coming over there." I finally said.
"Isabella, you can't avoid me forever. You can come voluntarily or I will make you."
Well, if alcohol didn't give me a set of balls.
"Let's see you try." I said politely before hanging up.
Surprisingly, she didn't call back.
This gave me an uneasy feeling, but then again she could just have gotten distracted spending old Denali's money.
Edward's POV
I was headed to my parents' house to get some sleep because I knew that's where my Isabella was.
I crept into the house quietly so I didn't wake anyone up.
Didn't want to deal with Ma bitching or eating a bullet from my father's gun.
I walked into my room to find my bed empty.
The fuck?
I silently went down the hall to Esme's room to find her and Isabella passed out on the bed with the tv blaring some chick flick. There were several glasses scattered around the room and a pile of fashion mags in the floor.
I scooped my girl up, and carried her to my room.
She wasn't sleeping anywhere else if I could control it.
I wanted to catch a nap so I would be awake to spend the day with her before she had to go home. I had made sure there would be two guards outside her house, but it still made me anxious for her not to be with me.
She curled up next to me muttering something about a notebook. She said the most bizarre things in her sleep.
I closed my eyes and inhaled her scent. I relaxed almost immediately and was ready for sleep when my phone went off.
I answered quickly, so she wouldn't wake up.
"Yea?"
"It's me." A voice I knew, but rarely spoke to came through the speaker.
"And?"
"You said that I should call you if something should come up." Quil said.
"What the fuck is it? You better be calling correct."
"It's the one you gave me. Look, someone close to you is talking some bacon." He said quietly in a nervous tone.
I sat up, holding the phone closer to my ear.
"Who?" I demanded.
"Boss' number two. The Prince's shadow."
Motherfucker!
"Let me know when you know more." I said before hanging up.
There goes my fucking sleep.
I got out of bed, going into the bathroom to keep from waking sleeping beauty.
I punched some numbers in my phone and waited for my brother to pick up.
"What now?" He answered sleepily.
"I just talked to a fly on the wall and dumbass numba two has loose lips."
"Are you fucking shitting me?"
"Afraid not. At this point I'd be willing to believe it. How we gonna do this?"
"Very discreetly. I'll be there for breakfast. Get some sleep." He said hanging up.
I didn't doubt for a minute Alec would cower down if the police try to pinch him. I swear he wasn't Marcus' son, but you couldn't speak ill of his dead wife.
He needed to go, he knew too much.
Before he did, we wanted answers.
I climbed back into bed, wrapping my arms tightly around Isabella.
I didn't know when the next chance would be.
I had a long fucking to do list to complete.
Isabella's POV
Edward woke up me with kisses all over my face.
"Buon giorno amore." (Good morning love.)
"Buon giorno." I replied burying my face in his chest.
"You're picking up." Edward chuckled.
I nodded my head.
"Time to get up." He shook me gently.
"Do I have to?" I mumbled.
"Yes. I knew we are supposed to spend the day together, but I have to work. We're all having breakfast this morning." He said getting out of bed.
I groggily got up, too.
"Why do you have to work all the time?" I whined before brushing my teeth.
"Because things have to change. I am going to make sure everything turns out in our favor." He smirked at me.
"Yea, yea." I replied following him down the stairs.
I didn't hold it against him for working so much, but I was having Edward withdrawals.
We all had a quick breakfast together before Edward left with Emmett.
Things were slightly tense, but conversation still flowed well with the guys joking around, and Elizabeth discussing the wedding with Rosalie and Esme.
They were getting married in March and apparently a big Italian wedding was hard to plan in that short amount of time.
Like these people couldn't make that shit happen.
Jacob was driving Rosalie now and they dropped me off at my house.
I walked into an empty house.
There were no groceries so I ordered some takeout from my favorite Chinese place.
I turned the tv on for some background noise and set out two plates on the coffee table.
We very rarely used the dining room these days.
It's not like Renee ever cooked, but she like to keep up appearances.
My dad arrived at the same time as the food.
He paid the guy and brought the food in sitting in between the plates.
"How has your week been?" I asked opening food containers.
"Rough. Tiring. You?" He said piling food on his plate.
"It's been good. Not much going on."
"Are you going to see your mom?"
"I don't want to." I said somewhat childishly.
"She's your mother, Bells." He sighed.
She's not very good at it.
"I just don't want to see her right now."
"Is there anything you want to tell me. Bells, you know you can talk to me about anything right?" My dad asked looking directly at me.
Oh God, what did he know?
"Are you trying to find out what I got you for Christmas?" I teased trying to play the situation off.
"Not really, I like the surprise of a gift. As long as it's a Christmas gift or a birthday gift. No other gifts. Seriously, anything you need to talk about, no matter how bad it is, you can talk to me. Okay?" He said seriously, but with a smile on his face.
"Okay." I smiled back.
I wasn't sure what he was getting at.
Did he know something or was this just one of those, 'you're a teenager, stay out of trouble, be safe' talks?
I had to talk to Edward as soon as possible.