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"Stay out of my place, I know your face!"
-Tony DeVienazo, Mean Streets
Rosalie's POV
Mary Alice held my hand as we sat in the puke green waiting room for what seemed like hours. Our families had arrived, and we were just waiting to hear something.
I looked over at Esme and gave her a small smile handing her another tissue.
My eyes wandered around the room, but I didn't really take anything in.
The whole scene kept playing over and over in my head.
The police had asked me a few questions. I only told them there were lots of people on the street, and we were waiting for the valet to bring the car around. I didn't see anything.
"Carlisle." Emmettino almost shouted breaking me out of my thoughts.
I stood up quickly and walked over, taking Elizabeth's hand in mine.
Carlisle rubbed his hands down his face, fighting off fatigue.
"The wound punctured his lung, being on the right side it didn't get near his heart, but still he needed a chest tube, a blood transfusion, and to be intubated. He is out of surgery now and it will probably be awhile before he wakes."
Elizabeth whimpered before burying her head in Emmettino's chest.
"Can I see him?" I asked hoarsely.
Carlisle nodded.
I followed him down a long hallway while he and Em's father quietly made plans for guards. His room was at the end with lots of privacy.
My breath caught when I walked in. Emmett was laying on the bed with bandages covering most of his midsection and tubes and machines hooked up to him everywhere. Machines monitored him with soft beeps.
I felt tears stinging my eyes again as I sat down taking his hand.
I brought it up to my forehead and leaned over.
I couldn't leave him, but I didn't want to see him like this either.
I heard Elizabeth sit down on his other side and began speaking to him softly.
A while passed before she stopped talking.
Her soothing voice was keeping me sane.
My heart twisted in my chest as guilt hung over me like a thick storm cloud.
I silently played the what if game in my head.
What if I hadn't whined for him to take me out?
What if this had something to do with the call I took and never told Emmett about?
What if we had left earlier?
What if he didn't make it?
Isabella's POV
"Edward." I whispered not wanting to draw attention to myself. He was waiting for his turn to see Emmett. He didn't want to crowd his parents or Rosalie.
"Hmmm?" He answered.
"I think I'm still a little drunk."
He gave me a small grin and kissed my hand.
"Let's get you a coffee. It'll help."
I nodded and we walked down to the lounge.
"Are you ok?" I asked running my fingers up and down his back.
"I'm always ok. Are you?" He said punching numbers on the machine.
"As long as I'm with you." I said through a yawn.
"I need to get you home. Does Charlie know where you are?"
"Yea, I texted him and told him where I was. I'm sure he knows why. He just texted back 'ok'."
Edward grimaced and wrapped an arm around my waist leading me back down the hallway.
I sipped the coffee and yawned again.
"Caffeine not doing the trick?" Esme smiled gently at me with weary eyes.
"Guess not."
"I'll take you home after I see Em." Edward squeezed my thigh, leaving his hand there.
"I can stay as long as you need me to." I assured him. I could feel sleepiness in my bones, but I wouldn't leave his side.
"It's ok. I'll stay with you while you sleep." He kissed my forehead.
I looked around the room before leaning in close to him.
"Won't you have to work?" I knitted my brows together.
His smile didn't reach his eyes.
"I will soon, but not right away. I'm waiting on the report so to speak."
"Oh. Okay."
"Can I do anything?" I asked Esme, sipping my coffee more.
"Just being here is enough. We're not doctors, well Carlisle is, but you know what I mean, so all we can do is wait." Esme replied through her own yawn.
After a couple of hours and three coffees, we were leaving the hospital.
"I'm so sleepy." I laid my head back on the seat.
"I know. I'm going to pick up some food and then we'll go sleep." Edward kissed my hand.
"Thanks. Food sounds good."
I was half asleep for the ride and vaguely remember the food being ordered.
"Eat something." Edward shoved a bagel in my face.
We spent the rest of the car ride quietly eating.
"Carry me?" I asked dredging out of the car.
Edward said nothing but scooped me up. I pressed my face against him, smelling his cologne. I was asleep before we reached my room.
Several hours later I woke up to a throat being cleared.
I pried my eyes open to see my dad standing in the doorway.
Edward sat up reaching for his gun before realizing where he was. He quickly brought his hand back down.
"Chief Swan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep-"
"I'm not stupid." Charlie interrupted him, glancing between us. "I know you have a... mature relationship, but not in my house. Get up. I have dinner downstairs."
Edward and I looked at each other before getting up and following my dad. To my surprise, the food was spread out on the dining room table and a very pretty woman was already sitting there.
"Hi?" I greeted in confusion.
"Hello, Bella. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Edward." She smiled at me.
"Who are you?" I looked her over. She was older than me, but still a lot younger than my dad.
"Bells, this is Kate. My, uh... girlfriend." Charlie said setting the drinks on the table.
"Kate? Like Denali?" I turned towards Edward for confirmation.
He gave a slight nod and kept his eyes on my dad and Kate.
"Yes." Kate replied never looking away.
"So my mother is sleeping with Frank Denali and you're sleeping with his daughter?" I narrowed my eyes at my father.
"Looks that way kiddo."
I gave Edward a can-you-believe-this look. He shrugged his shoulders, and I swear he smirked at me.
Asshole.
"Does mom know about this?"
"Not yet, but she will soon. I thought I would introduce you first." Charlie smiled at me and started opening the take out containers.
"You know she is going to flip a script?" I looked at him incredulously.
He didn't answer me.
We ate in silence.
I was in disbelief. I know Edward told me, warned me about this, but seeing her sitting there in my house confirmed it all. What was there about my dad that I didn't know about? If he was in a relationship with a Boss' daughter, it made everything else that much more believable.
I watch Kate and she made googly eyes with my father.
She seemed nice. He looked happy, like really happy.
"How's Emmett?" My father asked casually.
Edward answered him while looking directly at Kate.
"We won't know anything until he wakes up. His injury could go either way. He's in a coma right now."
"Well, I hope he recovers soon." Charlie coughed, changing the subject to sports.
The conversation was awkward. I knew Edward didn't want to be in the room with a Denali when they were at war with them, but he tolerated it for me. That made me love him more.
Kate kept nudging my dad with her elbow.
Charlie would look at her and shake his head mildly.
I noticed Edward watching them, too.
Finally, I couldn't take anymore.
"What? What is it?" I broke the silence.
Charlie and Kate looked at each other, then me.
"Bells, I wanted to wait for a better time to tell you this, but..." He trailed off rubbing the back of his neck. I had never seen my dad so nervous.
"I'm pregnant." Kate blurted out.
I dropped my fork.
"Excuse me?" I cocked my head.
"I'm- we're having a baby." Charlie said taking Kate's hand.
"Wow." Was the only word I could vocalize without hurting my father's feelings. He looked happy, nervous and scared, but happy.
How could he be having another child now? I was almost eighteen. Wasn't it kind of late for this?
"Bells? You okay?" Charlie asked me with knitted brows.
Sure dad, I meet your sixteen year old girlfriend and find out she's pregnant all in one night. I'm fan-fucking-tastic. Can somebody pass the potatoes?
"Yea." I smiled at him. "Just a little shocked. I'm happy for you. I just think I need to get out for a little while."
He nodded.
Edward helped me put on my jacket as I listened to the sappy whispers my father shared with the woman who would be the mother of my sibling.
I needed to get some air.
Just when I was grasping the events in my life, something even more dramatic would happen.
Edward opened the door and we started out when my dad's voice drifted down the hall.
"If you get my daughter pregnant, I will kill you."
Edward smirked at me and pushed me out the door.
Edward's POV
"I can't believe my dad is going to have a baby with the daughter of the guy my mom is fucking." Isabella mumbled with a dazed look.
"Don't forget it's also the crime family your mobster boyfriend is at war with." I raised my eyebrows.
She mean mugged me and looked back out the window.
"I wonder when he will tell my mom..."
"I don't know, but I want to be there." I chuckled.
"Why?"
"Your mother is going to throw the biggest fit over this. It will be entertaining to watch."
"This is entertaining to you?" She cut her eyes at me.
"Your mother is entertaining."
"Whatever. I want to be in another state when he tells her. What if Frank hurts Kate? That's my brother or sister she is carrying. How can my dad be caught up in this world and not know what's going on?" Her forehead creased.
"Isabella, he isn't completely blind to our world, he just doesn't have solid proof. You think your daddy doesn't know what I do? What my family does? He isn't stupid. The only reason he hasn't tried to keep me from you is because he is a dirty sonofabitch, too."
"I don't want to think about my father that way."
"Then don't, but be aware. You won't survive looking at this life like it's a fucking Disney movie. I can't protect you mentally."
A lone tear slid down her cheek.
"Don't cry doll. I didn't mean to make you cry." I reached over rubbing her leg.
"It's not your fault. Everything is just so overwhelming." She uttered softly.
"What can I do to make it better?"
"I don't know. I'll get back to you when I do."
I didn't reply. Instead, I kissed her hand and squeezed, letting her know, no matter what, it was me and her. We would take on whatever together.
I rubbed small circles in her palm the rest of the way.
My mind raced with the new events along with finding who shot my brother.
I wasn't certain it was a Denali.
Someone went after Emmett, and Emmett alone even when the rest of us had been there earlier.
Emmett swore a valet set him up, but they had all been there for years. We would watch them anyway, but anyone on the sidewalk could have been watching and signaled the drive-by.
"I'll make us a drink." I told Isabella as I made my way to the liquor. I grabbed two glasses and poured it straight. It had been one of those days.
"You're turning me into a lush." Isabella gave me a small smile.
"It'll be aight." I squeezed her waist.
"Do you ever worry?" She looked up at me with doe eyes.
"You worry enough for both of us." I lied kissing her nose.
I never worried until she came into my life. Now I worry all the fucking time. I'd never had anything I couldn't lose, but my list was getting longer and longer.
"I love you." She whispered against my neck.
"Ti amo. Più che la mia vita." (I love you. More than my life.)
I placed moist kisses down her neck bringing forth a soft gasp.
"Vorrei farvi sentire meglio." (Let me make you feel better.)
I put my hand under her shirt, splaying my fingers across the soft skin of her stomach. She leaned further back on the couch as I languidly skimmed my fingers across the waist of her sweatpants.
"Voglio sentire il mio nome che cade dalle tue labbra." (I want to hear my name falling from your lips.)
My dick went instantly hard when my fingers brushed against her hot, wet pussy.
I groaned, sinking two into her.
She widened her legs and fisted her hands in her hair.
"More." She softly panted.
I slowly pushed in and out of her, rubbing against her clit with my thumb.
Her eyes closed as her hips bucked against my hand.
"Lascia andare Isabella." (Let go, Isabella.) I commanded her.
Her moans grew more rapid as she approached her climax.
I leaned over and wrapped my lips around her cloth covered nipple, increasing the rhythm of my ministrations.
Her juices gushed down my hand as she fell over the edge.
She looked at me with hooded eyes and a slight blush.
"You're beautiful when you blush." I murmured in her ear.
I caught her lips with mine and pushed my tongue into her mouth.
We quickly undressed, and I pull her up to straddle me.
She gripped my shoulders as I lowered her onto my swollen cock.
I pulled her hips against me at a dawdling rate.
I wasn't in a hurry, it was all about her.
I wanted to make her feel good, to make her forget.
Isabella grabbed my hair, pulling my head back.
She leaned down, biting my jaw.
I tightened my hold on her hips and thrust up, filling her completely.
She drew in a breath sharply, throwing her head back.
I continued with long, deep thrusts until I began to feel her walls clenching around me.
"Venite tutti su di me." (Come all over me.)
I knew she had no idea what I was saying, but she loved it when I spoke to her in Italian.
It was all she needed to come undone.
As she moaned my name over and over like a prayer, I let go and joined her, letting her body milk my dick of every last drop.
She collapsed against my chest, breathing heavily.
"Hmmm..." She smiled into my chest.
"Let's go to bed, kid."