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"When they send for you, you go in alive, you come out dead, and it's your best friend that does it."
- Lefty, Donnie Brasco
Previously...
"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.
Edward's POV
My family, including Isabella and Rosalie, gathered together at my parents' house on Christmas Eve. We had a nice meal and traded gifts before we broke off to do out own thing. My siblings had to make rounds with Rosalie and Aro. I doubted Charlie wanted me at his house. I would be seeing him soon enough anyway.
Isabella and I were making out on the couch in the den. I had her gift stashed in one of the little decorative boxes my mother felt the need to put everywhere.
I kissed her one last time and pulled back looking at how beautiful she was.
Her chocolate waves were tousled around her shoulders, while a pale pink blush graced her cheeks. Her kissed plump lips would look great wrapped around my cock.
"I have a gift for you."
She cocked her head to the side staring at me inquisitively.
"You already gave me a gorgeous purse."
I nodded pulling the jewelry box out.
She took it and slowly opened it.
Hell, I knew what was in there and the suspense was killing me.
"Edward!" She gasped as she gingerly fingered the chocolate diamonds in the bracelet.
She looked up at me wide eyed.
"Thank you!" She squealed throwing her arms around my neck.
"Anything for you, kid."
"You're going to spoil me." She exclaimed as I fastened the bracelet on her small wrist.
"I'm tryin'." I smirked at her.
I would give her anything she could ever dream of.
"Let's get you home. I'm sure your dad wants to spend some time with you." I said, taking her hand as I stood.
I shouted for my parents and when they didn't answer I cringed at what they might be doing.
A short time later I pulled into her driveway.
It should be our driveway, but I would fix that later.
"I hope my dad likes our gift. It doesn't look very big." She undid her belt.
"It has a grand on it. Who wouldn't like that?"
"Yea, you're right." She agreed. Of course I'm right. I'm always right.
Charlie was sitting on the couch drinking a beer. He turned down the volume when we walked in.
"He kiddo. Edward." He smiled at her, and grimaced at me.
He was pretty smart to be wary of me.
Too bad I had to kill him.
It would be the only thing I ever kept from Isabella.
She was of a forgiving nature, but this would cross that line.
"Open!" Isabella said thrusting the green envelope into his hands.
"You didn't have to get me anything." He said sitting up and using his thumb to tear it open.
He pulled out the gift card and stared at it for a moment before looking to Isabella, then me, then the card again.
"Is this for real?" He eyed us.
"Do you not like it?" Isabella's face fell.
"I- it's not that I don't like it, but I can't accept this much."
"It's not a problem Chief Swan. My family has plenty of money." I assured him trying to save the mood.
"I'm sure they do." Charlie said raising his eyebrows.
I raised mine back challenging him to ruin this moment for Isabella.
He said thanks and laid it on the end table.
He grabbed a box from under the tree then pulled another out behind it.
"This is for you, Bells." He handed her the larger box, and turned to me handing me the smaller box.
"Grazie." I said graciously. It was probably a bomb or some form of death threat, but hey, he thought of me during his holiday shopping.
I waited for Isabella to open hers first.
She pulled a deep blue cashmere dress out of the box.
"It's beautiful!" She screamed.
She neatly folded the dress back into the box and looked at her father.
"Mary Alice helped me pick it out. She said I had no fashion sense and a girl needed pretty things." He blushed slightly.
Now I knew where she got it. We all know it didn't come from her whore mother.
"Your turn." She smiled at me.
I opened the present sitting in my lap and to my surprise, it was something nice, as in not a death threat or a self castrating kit.
I pulled out the silver cuff links and held them up for Isabella to see. Small silver pieces were thread together with a C in the middle.
"Those are nice." Isabella commented smiling at her father.
"Thank you again Chief." I plastered a smile on my face.
"Yea... Mary Alice helped with those, also."
"When did you go shopping with Alice?" Isabella questioned.
"I didn't. I ran into her at the mall and she insisted on helping me find gifts for you two. It was very kind of her." He said, turning back to the TV.
"I need to get back." I said standing up.
"I'll walk you out." Isabella hopped up following me out the door.
On the porch, I pulled Isabella into my arms. I squeezed her tightly and planted a deep kiss on her lips. She wove her fingers through my hair and tried to pull us even closer.
She broke away when she needed to breath.
"I love you, Isabella. Never forget that." I spoke softly in ear.
She looked at me questioningly, but asked nothing.
"I love you." She whispered before kissing me again.
Isabella's POV
I watched Edward drive away like always and walked back in.
I sat down on the other end of the couch and watched the game with my dad.
After a few minutes he spoke.
"Your mother is coming by in the morning with your gift."
I rolled my eyes.
"Will you be here?"
"As long as I don't get called into work. Things have been very busy down at the station." He said as if his words had hidden meaning.
"Good, I don't want to see her without you here."
He looked at me, but said nothing.
After the game went off, I went to bed falling into a fitful sleep.
I woke up around eight-thirty to sunlight hitting my face.
Who the hell opened my curtains?
I peeked one eye open to find Renee sitting on the foot of my bed smiling at me.
"Good morning." She said before taking a sip of her martini.
Really, bitch? You're drinking already?
"Yea." I replied.
I slowly got out of bed and did a quick run through of my morning routine.
Renee didn't want to give me time to get dressed or anything.
"Come on! We have a surprise for you downstairs!" She said excitedly.
Who the fuck was we?
"Okay." I sighed following her downstairs. She led me out on the porch where a older guy wearing what looked to be a very expensive suit was standing next to a little black Mercedes car.
"Merry Christmas!" Renee shouted throwing her hands up.
I couldn't bring myself to act excited.
"Where's dad?" I asked looking between her and the big guy with the car.
Her face fell.
"At work I guess. He wasn't here when we got here. Now come meet Frank." Her smile returned.
Oh, she called him Frank? That must be Italian for ATM.
I followed her across the lawn and shivered from the cold wind.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabella." ATM, I mean Frank, said taking my hand in his, kissing the back.
I cringed on the inside, but held my composure.
I didn't like being alone with these two.
At least we were out in the open in broad daylight.
But isn't that how it always happens in the movies when they snatch someone?
"Hi." I mustered up.
"Do you love your new car, darling?" My mother asked waving her arm in the direction of her attempt to buy my affection.
My love can't be bought. I thought plastering on a smile.
"Um, yea."
"Oh, I forgot your other thing." She said bounding over to her car.
Frank leaned in real close and the smile never left his face as he spoke words that sent chills down my spine.
"Isabella, find it in your heart to make your mother happy. I'm a man of great wealth and if you don't make her happy, I can buy ten more just like you. Don't make me have to do that, okay?"
I couldn't think of an appropriate response before my mother walked back up.
"Here you go!" Renee handed me a small green bag with Santa Clause waving on it.
My hands were shaking as I pulled out a jewelry box. I opened the lid to find a pair of sapphire and diamond stud earrings.
"Well, do you like them?" She asked growing inpatient.
I nodded.
She grabbed my wrist, eyeing my bracelet.
"My that's beautiful. You're a very lucky little girl to snag Edward Cullen's eye."
"The Cullens are a nice borgata." Frank commented with a slight accent.
I started at him trying to find some clue to his intentions when Edward whipped into the driveway.
"Hello, doll." He greeted walking up and quickly wrapping his jacket around my shaky shoulders.
"Hi, Edward." My mother batted her eyelashes at him.
"Mrs. Swan." Edward nodded.
"It'll be Denali soon. You can start calling her that now." Frank interjected.
"Yea, when that happens." Edward shrugged his shoulders.
Frank went to take a step forward when Renee placed her hand on his arm.
"Not here." She cut her eyes at him.
Edward pulled me tighter into his side.
"Isabella, I'll call you later darling." My bitch mother said quietly before walking to her car with Frank.
Edward didn't take his eyes off them until we couldn't see the car anymore.
"I was so hoping you would show up." I let out a breath.
"Your guys called me. I would have been here sooner, but I was in the shower when they started calling. Big Mike was about to cross that street."
"Big Mike?" I looked up at him.
"Big Mike and Petey. I told them never to bother you. Would you like to meet them?"
"I guess... That's just a peculiar question. 'Hey, wanna meet the men I pay to follow you around?'"
Edward laughed and kissed my forehead.
"Edward, Frank said something that bothered me..."
His face grew solemn immediately.
"What did he say?" He half yelled.
"That he was a wealthy man and if I didn't make my mom happy he would buy more of me."
Edward's brow furrowed as he became silent for several moments.
"I won't let anything happen to you. My family is going to deal with this. Don't worry about a thing." He whispered softly in my ear.
I nodded, but I couldn't help but worry. The people I cared about were in a war I didn't fully understand.
"What was Frank going to do out here in the open before my mom stopped him?" I asked Edward as we walked into the house.
"Get himself killed." Edward smirked plopping down on the couch.
"Uh huh. I don't see what my mom sees in him. He gives off a very creepy vibe." I shuddered slightly.
"You're not the first person to say that. " Edward took my hand. "And to answer your question, she sees green."
"Money?"
He nodded kissing my hand as if subconsciously covering up the other man's mark.
"You're not driving that car. If you want one, I'll buy you one."
"It's flashy. Why do you not want me to drive it?" I leaned against his shoulder.
"I would bet a big face there is a tracking device on it."
Rosalie's POV
"Have you talked to Jane since her little visit?" I asked Alice as we laid back vegging out on the big ass sofa in her living room.
We were having a quiet girls' day in, lounging and snacking.
And gossiping, can't forget that.
"No, Carlisle spoke with her. At Christmas she had the appropriate pleasantries and avoided me like the plague." Alice said before popping a strawberry in her mouth. "Carlisle has been trying to buy my forgiveness for his indiscretions. He has a long way to go."
"What the hell is his problem? Why does he have to stick his dick all over town? Does he have to prove his masculinity because Michael Jackson touched his penis or something?" I commented rolling my eyes.
Alice snorted.
"Now I'm going to think about that during sex."
"You're having sex with him?"
"I don't want to, it's my hormones. I'm horny all the time!" She threw the remote at me.
Alice was so tiny and her belly looked like a basketball. She was the cutest pregnant bitch ever.
Bitch.
I wasn't even married yet, and I was starting to get a hankering of baby fever.
Bitch.
"DO NOT TELL EMMETT about that hormone horny shit! He hounds the hell out of me now! Some days it's a miracle I can walk." I yelled at her.
We fell into a fit of laughter.
I was glad to see Alice coming out of her funk.
"Have you set a wedding date yet?" She asked me opening a bag of Cheeto's.
"April 3rd. We have to go get my dress soon. You bitches are wearing red because it's my favorite color. I can see the bridesmaid dresses in my head. Strapless fit bodice with long flowing skirts." I said grabbing the bag of chips from her.
"That's mean, Rose, stealing food from a pregnant woman!" She grabbed it back before I could even get a chip.
Maybe Michael Jackson touched her peen, too.
"I won't be able to wear a fitted bodice." She complained rubbing her stomach.
"We'll get yours custom tailored. Besides, you're going to be my matron of honor?" I smiled at her.
"Maid. Maid of honor. I'm not marrying that lying cheater. Not yet. He has another thought coming if he thinks I'm just going to get over this. I know we were brought up to look the other way, but not when it's being thrown in my face on a regular basis."
"Amen to that sistah!"
After an afternoon of laughing and talking with Mary Alice, I was in a great mood. Emmett and I were supposed to have dinner together, but he got called in. I was getting used to it. Of course, not being in school I was seeing a lot more of him.
I was in some red juicy sweats, lounged in front of the massive 72" flat screen Em insisted on buying.
"This tv is retarded." Jacob stared at it, drooling.
"You know you love it."
"Yea, maybe if I could watch a game or something else besides this stupid vampire shit." He complained.
"Do not dis on Elena and the Salvator brothers." I corrected.
"At least these don't sparkle like the other ones." He grumbled.
"Yea, and that lead vampire is such a freak. How can you be a 109 year old virgin? I mean seriously." I laughed.
Jacob took all my shows and movies in good humor.
He couldn't really complain, but he was a good sport about it nonetheless.
"Do you get bored babysitting me all the time?"
He turned to look at me.
He had gorgeous eyes.
"Naw, you're quiet entertaining."
"I try." I said cocking my head to the side and looking off into space like it was hard work.
Please.
I was born entertaining.
That's why my parents didn't have any other children after me.
"Doesn't hurt, you're nice to look at." Jacob said turning back to the TV.
I felt myself blush slightly.
Oh my God.
I looked like Bella.
"Thanks." I said quietly and went back to watching The Vampire Diaries.
Now, that wasn't awkward at all.
Mary Alice's POV
I had a great day hanging out with Rosalie.
After she left, I was thinking about all the cheating business with Carlisle and my anger started to grow.
I was stuck in this house while he was out doing God knows what at all hours of the day and night.
I was digging through one of the kitchen drawer looking for batteries for the remote when the shiny blade of a pair of scissors caught my eye.
Oh, yes.
I smiled to myself as I plunked them out of the mess that was the junk drawer and went to our bedroom.
I hummed to myself as I began pulling his shirts and suits out of the closet and making a very gorgeous, very expensive collage in the floor.
Serves him right.
He doesn't keep his clothes on anyway.
Well, maybe he did, but I didn't want to think about that.
I loved him despite him being a huge douchebag.
After I was done, I ran myself a nice hot bubble bath and sunk into it letting the hot water relax my tired muscles and mind.
A little while later I heard Carlisle walked into the bedroom, stopping short.
"Mary Alice!" He yelled.
"In the tub, dear!" I called back smiling.
He stormed into the bathroom.
"Why the hell did you do that?" He looked at me with a wild expression.
"You like holes. I like holes." I shrugged my shoulders and grinned at him.
He tugged on his hair and attempted to calm himself.
"I know you're upset. I've apologized a thousand times. I've bought you all kind of things. Can't you let it go already?"
"No." I answered like a three year old.
Fuck him.
Where did he get off thinking I would just let it go.
Maybe one.
But not half the goddamn city.
I made him get tested.
He was clean.
Thank God.
He muttered things in Italian as I stood up.
"Sei così bella incinta, amore." (You're so beautiful pregnant, love.)
"At least you still compliment me." I rolled my eyes at him.
I wouldn't leave him, but I was definitely going to make him work for it.
I walked into the bedroom to find something comfortable to put on, leaving Carlisle standing in the bathroom.
I slipped on a silk gown that barely covered my bottom with my belly protruding out.
I was rubbing lotion on my calves as Carlisle slipped into some pajama pants.
That was the only thing I hadn't cut up.
They were so comfy though and I really didn't want to wear maternity clothes.
"Do you love any of them?" I asked quietly as we laid down.
"Solo tu. Sempre voi." (Only you. Always you.)
I wanted so bad to believe those words.
Deep down I feared I never could.
I know pregnancy causes rapid mood swings so that's what I'm going to blame what I did next on.
I reached over and picked up the scissors, turning back towards Carlisle.
"Please not my sleep pants." He pleaded.
"I'm not going to cut your damn pants." I said sweetly before driving the scissors into his leg.
He shot up screaming, clutching his leg around the scissors.
"Che diavolo hai che non va?" (What the hell is wrong with you?) Carlisle cried out.
I walked into the bathroom grabbing a towel, throwing it on the bed next to him.
I grabbed his medical bag and set it on the edge of the bed before crawling back in next to him.
"I will forgive your acts of sin. Eventually. I will marry you. Eventually. I love you too much to let you go, but if you ever, and I mean ever, cheat on me again. I will do to your balls what I did to your clothes, and I won't retrieve your bag for you." I spoke softly and sweetly.
Carlisle gulped, nodding.
I rolled over and drifted off to the sounds of him cleaning his wound.
Edward's POV
Isabella refused to drive the car. I guess the countless blow jobs that Renee gave Denali were for nothing or to keep the dust blown out of his dick. Whatever.
Charlie thought it was pathetic his soon to be ex-wife was trying to buy Isabella's attention. So it sat in front of their house for the next week.
I was very tempted to blow it up, but that would probably draw a lot of unwanted attention.
The pigs had been snooping around, but not much. All the old men had alibies and they were too stupid to question us 'kids'. I laugh at that thought. I'm a fucking man. I work like a man. I play like a man. I spend like a man. I lay the pipe like a man. Ask Isabella.
I'm currently standing in the dark hallway of Alec's apartment. If he didn't snort up all his daddy's money, he might have a nicer place.
I waited forty minutes before I heard the click of the door being unlocked.
Alec stumbled in reeking of booze.
How the fuck did he ever get laid?
He mumbled incoherently as he walked around his living room knocking shit over.
I took two silent steps to the end of the hall.
I peeked around the wall scoping around the living room to make sure he was alone. His guy was probably locking the car so I didn't have much time.
I gripped the pistol firmly in my hand stepping around the corner.
My dirty pig informant had told me plenty that he couldn't have heard from anyone else but an insider.
I aimed the barrel at the back of Alec's head, admiring my new silencer.
He tossed his keys at the table next to the door and before they could land, I put a bullet in the back of his head.
He fell on the couch, blood slowly seeping from his head.
I shot twice more for insurance.
I took the back stairs and exited the building as quickly as possible.
In just a little while, I would be called.
Marcus was going to shit his custom made pants over this.