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"I'm in the Gotti family, my wife's the boss."

- John Gotti

Emmett's POV

My hands gripped the edge of the counter so hard I was beginning to wonder if it would break. I looked up in the mirror, and my reflection startled me. I was unusually pale and my eyes looked sunken in with dark purple circles beneath them. I was jumpy. I had promised to be good, to stay clean. My father and my brother were breathing down my neck constantly. Kill people and make illegal money, no problem. Use some drugs and it's the end of the world to these people.

Rosalie was downstairs on the phone with her mom discussing wedding details waiting on me to take her out. I had promised her a Valentine's to remember. I was trying to make up for all the shitty things I had done, all the bad shit that happened. I just had to get myself together long enough to make it happen.

I could do it without drugs. I could live life just fine without them. I could function on my own.

I would fight off the cravings.

I splashed cold water on my face and took deep breaths as I dried my skin.

"Get on your game." I said to the man in the mirror.

I threw the towel down and walked downstairs.

"I really don't want her to be one of my-" Rosalie cut off seeing me walk in, she grinned and started talking again, "Mom, Emmett is ready, we're headed out. Love you."

I poured myself a shot while she finished her goodbyes.

"Are you ready?" She asked walking over to kiss my cheek.

"Yea." I tried smiling. I'm sure it came across as more of a grimace.

"Let's go! I'm tired of looking at this place." She waved her hand around and tugged on my arm.

"A shot then we'll go." I said pouring one for her and another for myself.

"A toast." She raised her glass.

"To the most beautiful woman in my life." I responded clinking the glasses and tossing mine back.

She smiled brightly and I helped her into her coat.

"Onto the finer parts of our evening." I said wrapping my arm around her and leading her out of the apartment.

Isabella's POV

"I can't believe you bought me a car." I said for the hundredth time as Edward and I were sprawled out on the bed watching a movie.

He rolled his eyes, and I tossed a pillow at his head.

"Don't start nothing." He warned with a smirk.

"Or what?" I tossed another pillow.

"I'm not telling you twice."

I stuck my tongue out making sure he saw before tossing a third pillow.

He grunted and leaped up taking me down. I squealed as we slid onto the floor. Edward grabbed both my hands pinning my arms behind me and started tickling me so hard I was losing my breath.

The tune of 'Sexy Back' interrupted my laughter causing Edward to ease me down and snatch his phone up.

He glared at me knowing who was responsible for changing his ringtones.

"Yea?" He answered.

I stuck my tongue out again and hopped on the bed jumping up and down.

His head never moved, but his eyes followed me up and down, up and down, up and down.

"I can be there in a few. Yea-" he sighed, "I understand. Yea...yea... got it."

"You have to go?" I asked sinking down to sit on my knees.

"Un-fucking-fortunately." He ran his hand through his already wild hair. "I won't be long. I'm sorry I-"

I held up my hand to stop him.

"I understand. You gave me my gift, which was pretty much fucking awesome, we spent all afternoon and evening together. It's fine. I'll be here when you get back."

"You're amazing. Fucking amazing." he said yanking me to his chest and biting my lip gently.

"Must be for a car like that."

"Oh shut it about the car." He released me. The corners of his mouth were quivering slightly so I knew he was playing along.

"Rent a movie or something. I'm sure all the girls are busy, like I said, I won't be gone long. Love you." He kissed my forehead.

"Love you."

I watched him walk out after dressing. I sat on the bed until I heard the front door click. I waited a few more minutes.

Once I thought he was gone, I got up and dressed quickly, throwing on jeans, a tee, a hoodie, and some boots. I had a plan, and I didn't want Edward in on it. I loved him and trusted him more than anything, but I didn't want him to think I was more upset about everything with my dad than what he knew about. I was anxious to find out anything. I tried to push it to the back of my mind, but I didn't have much luck.

I was going to my house to search it for clues about where my dad and Kate might have gone. I knew it was a slim chance, but I wanted to do it. Edward would just try to take over, and I didn't want anyone else doing it besides me.

What better time than now? I just got a new car.

Big Mike and Petey worked for Edward so that means they had to go where I went. That wasn't a big problem. I would just tell them I wanted to go to my house to get some things. It's not like we hadn't been making trips back and forth.

I told them what I wanted to do and that I would be driving. They could just ride with me.

They looked at each other as if the thought of riding in a vehicle with a seventeen year old girl was on the bottom of their list of things to do, but they said nothing.

We all settled in my new car, and I ran my hands over the steering wheel grinning like an idiot.

The leather felt incredible underneath me. I adjusted my seat and fiddled with the stereo popping in a mixed CD. Soon enough Ke$ha filled the car, and I thought Petey was going to shoot himself as he laid his head back on the headrest.

"My car. Just deal. Besides, it has a nice beat to it." I grinned at them.

The ride over was spent with me singing and bobbing along to the music while my two bodyguards just sat stone still. There is no way they could enjoy just one song on the cd.

I rolled my eyes.

They followed me out of the car all the way to the front door.

"You can wait here." I told them turning my key.

"We have to check out the house."

"I don't think there's a serial killer or boogeyman in there." I said.

"Boss' orders." Big Mikey replied stepping around me and into the house.

"Whatever." I muttered walking in.

"Let's turn some lights on." I said flipping switches and turning on the radio. Some pop song I couldn't name came on and drowned out the sound of the two men who never left my side. I crossed my arms and looked around, deciding where to start.

Mary Alice's POV

I waddled down the hallway into the large dining room where the lights were off and the room was illuminated with dozens of red, white, and purple candles. I smiled taking in the effort Carlisle was putting forth.

"Do you like it my love?" Carlisle asked pulling my chair out.

I nodded and kissed him chastely.

"What's on the menu?" I ask laying my napkin across my lap. I may have been wearing maternity clothes, but they were still the best money could buy.

"Salad and chicken marsala with sauteed portabella mushrooms and black olives. Followed by brownies and a raspberry cheesecake for dessert." He twined his fingers with mine, "All your favorites."

"I don't know if I could love you any more than I do right now." I sighed thinking about how hungry I was. I was eating fairly often, but none of it seemed to stick with me.

"The night isn't over." He gave me a knowing smile.

We spent the next hour eating and making small talk. Everything just flowed smoothly, like we were on a great first date. Carlisle and I hadn't had that. We went from a secret affair to being engaged and expecting a baby.

I felt like we were bonding in a way we so desperately needed.

"Is there anything else you would like?" He asked sipping his wine.

"Not right now. I'm ready for my gifts."

"Aren't you always?" He chuckled helping me to stand.

I rolled my eyes and allowed him to lead me to what would soon be our family room. I was still picking out and decorating. Being stuck in the house was severely limiting my shopping. I don't care what anyone says, online shopping is no substitute for the real thing.

There were candles set up everywhere in this room as well, casting shadows along the bare, cream colored walls. The scent of lavender and vanilla floated around me and I took a deep breath. There were a few small boxes wrapped in shiny red paper with large white bows on a table with a large pitcher of water with slices of lemon and orange floating in it with a couple of glasses.

"Are you ready, Mr. Volturi?" A female voice captured my attention immediately.

She was wearing all white and standing with her hands folded in front of her. She has blond hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail.

He held a finger up to her and turned towards me.

"I have arranged for a pregnancy massage and for you to be pampered in any other way you care for. Would you like the massage before or after you open those?" He waved his hand towards the table.

"Massage!" I nearly shouted. Carlisle massaged my feet and back some, but every part of body ached. He said it was because I was so tiny and my body was carrying so much extra weight. I didn't care. I couldn't wait to get in the chair that I finally noticed. It wasn't what I was used to with massages, but it's not like I could lie on my stomach.

"As you wish." He held my arm gently pulling me over to the table. "Let me help you undress."

The next several hours were spent with a thorough massage, complete spa treatment, and finished with a mani pedi. When he wasn't telling me stories or jokes, I noticed that Carlisle would occasionaly watch me with a strange look on his face.

I was leaning back on the sofa with my feet propped up admiring the deep violet polish shinning on my toes when Carlisle sat next to me, snaking his arms around my waist, pulling me close.

I shivered as I felt his breath on my neck.

"Vorrei farti mia moglie." (Let me make you my wife.)

I could feel his lips against my skin, trailing kisses up to my ear.

"Carlisle," I sighed, "You know I love you, but after everything we've been through I was so angry with you that I haven't even planned a wedding. Besides, I'm not walking down the aisle in front of everyone this big and pregnant. Everyone already talks enough."

"I'm content with waiting until after my bambino arrives and you're comfortable having a big wedding, it's tradition so it will be done, but," He pulled me even closer, "potremmo essere sposati al momento. Tutto quello che dovete fare รจ dire la parola e sarai mia in ogni modo possibile." (we could be married right now. All you have to do is say the word and you'll be mine in every way possible.)

"Like eloping?" I asked at him, raising my eyebrows.

"Qualcosa del genere, solo che qui in casa nostra, questa sera." (Something like that, except in our own home, tonight.)

"How?"

"Get Father Castalano." Carlisle called out over his shoulder.

"What? Are you serious?" I tried to swivel myself around on the couch to watch as Father Castalano walked through the door.

"Sia mia moglie." (Be my wife) Carlisle gently requested standing and pulling me with him.

I thought about every single thing he had ever done to hurt me or piss me off. My temper was slowly rising before I thought about all the things he had done to please me, make me happy, things he had done to make my body beg for him. I thought about how much I loved him despite it all and how I couldn't imagine my life without him. He was going to be the father of my children, and he was going to be my husband.

"Yes."

A smile broke across his face.

"Let us begin." Father Castalano said smiling.

"No witnesses? Let me change!" I shouted looking down at myself and letting my thoughts run loose.

"You're beautiful." Carlisle squeezed my hand with assurance. "This is just for us. There will be plenty of witnesses for the big one."

"Okay." I have no idea why I gave in so easy. I can't believe looking back that I got married in a spa robe. It was a very soft, cushy robe though.

I cleared my mind and focused solely on the man standing in front of me as we had our small, intimate ceremony.

After all was said and done, Carlisle kissed me like he had never kissed me before while the priest quietly excused himself.

Carlisle scooped me up bridal style and carried me to our room. His lips never left mine until he laid me on the bed and began undressing himself.

I watched cautiously, not wanting to get my hopes up. He hadn't touched me like that since I had been put on bed rest.

He spoke soft nothings in my ear in Italian as he tugged on the belt of my robe until it fell away.

I watch the hunger in his eyes grow as he took in my body.

"Assolutamente mozzafiato, la signora Volturi." (Absolutely breathtaking, Mrs. Volturi.)

We spent the rest of the night making love until daylight broke through the curtains and fell across the floor like shards of broken glass.

Rosalie's POV

I forced a smile on my face as Emmett fidgeted in his chair. He had been like this all night. Constantly moving some part of his body and tugging at his tie. All through the evening until dinner, I hadn't said a word. He barely touched his food. I wasn't stupid, I may have been before, but now I could clearly tell he was jonesing for something other than my company.

I had spent all this time longing for him, finally having him, standing by his side, and now I didn't know if I even wanted him anymore.

"Emmett, are you alright?" I asked tapping my nails against my glass.

"Yea." He grinned showing his dimples, but his foot was still tapping steadily on the floor.

"Don't lie to me." I slanted my eyes.

"Babe, I'm fine. Really." He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself more than me.

I looked at him, really looked at him and knew he needed help. He looked washed out, his face was sunken in, skin tight against his cheekbones. Dark circles were under his eyes like he hadn't slept in days,

"Have you recently?" I asked finally.

"What? Are you seriously asking me that? No. NO!" he tossed his hands in the air.

"Emmett, I think we should put the wedding on hold and get you real help. Like rehab or something."

He scoffed at that.

"Em, I'm serious."

"So am I when I say this, I'm not going to fucking rehab."

"I can't be with you like this."

He stopped fidgeting and stared at me for a moment before speaking.

"Get this straight, you have no other choice than to be with me. I'll do whatever the fuck I want and you just have to deal with it." He spoke low and steady, but it shook me harder than if he had yelled across the restaurant.

"Fuck you!" I spat and pushed my chair back to get up. I hadn't made it two steps when I felt his hand on my arm.

"You're not going anywhere." He growled and the look on my face must have shown how I felt because he softened his voice, "Please. I love you, Rosalie."

"Then get your hands off me."

He slowly released his grip on me and waited to see if I would bolt.

I glared at him harder than I ever had and straightened my dress.

"I'm going to use the ladies room. When I get back we'll go home."

He nodded and let me walk past him.

I walked in and checked to make sure I was alone before pulling out my phone and dialing Edward. I was afraid of how Emmettino might handle it so I figured he would be the better bet.

"Hello?"

"Edward, it's me. I need you. Emmett is acting crazy, and I can't handle this by myself."

"Is he on something? Where are you?"

"He isn't right now, but I think he has at some point. He- he needs some real help."

"I'll handle it. Where are you?"

"We're at the restaurant, but we're about to head home. He calmed down enough to agree to it."

"I'll come to the penthouse. I'm with Bella right now, and I don't want her around that. Call me if he gets worse before I get there."

"I will. Thanks."

I took a few minutes to collect myself before leaving. I didn't say a word to Emmett on the way home. He was on his phone texting the entire time. I don't think he even looked at me.

I knew Emmett would be mad when his brother showed up, but then he could deal with him.

Emmett needed some kind of detox.

Once we were in the penthouse I tossed my purse on the table next to the door and flung my jacket on the couch.

"Rosalie." Emmett called after me. I kept walking. I wasn't in the mood to deal with any more of his shit tonight.

"Rose." He pleaded.

I stopped halfway up the steps and turned my head to the side.

"I'm going to take a long, hot bath, and we'll discuss everything when I get out."

"Alright." he said raising his hands to the back of his head and exhaling deeply.

I prayed he would be okay and walked up the stairs.