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"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day."

~~FRANK SINATRA, quoted in The Hangover Survival Guide

Isabella's POV

Edward steered me off the dance floor and up to the third floor. He smirked before pulling me into the empty room before the one holding our VIP party. My breath caught as he pulled me into his arms and planted his velvet lips on mine. My mouth moved against his as my hands tangled in his already wild hair. All week had been busy and nonstop so the quiet moment together was more than welcomed.

He broke away from me and placed one last kiss on my cheek before pushing my hair back to whisper in my ear.

"I have something for you."

I looked up at him as he pulled a black case from inside his suit jacket. He placed it in my outstretched hand and looked at my expectedly. I knew he would buy me a graduation present so I took the liberty of enlisting Esme to help me pick out something for him. She laughed her ass off when I suggested 'extra lead bullets' for his gun. After her laughter died down, she explained to me ammunition didn't come in 'extra lead' and that she was sure he had an unlimited supply of whatever he needed for that aspect of his life.

I slowly opened the lid while I thought about the one sitting in my purse for him. I gasped when I saw the beautiful necklace. It was platinum with blue stones littered across it, glistening in the soft light of the room.

"It's beautiful!" I smiled softly.

"Not nearly as beautiful as you. The jewels are sapphires. For your birthstone. Happy Graduation."

"Thank you." I leaned up kissing him softly. "I have something for you, too."

He raised an eyebrow and smirked again.

I pulled my purse open and dug for the box holding his gift. My fingers wrapped around it shaking, anxiety over whether he would like it or not controlling my body. I watched him carefully as he pulled the lid on the box and smiled, a real genuine smile.

"I hope you like it."

"I love it." He pulled the watch out and turned it over in his hands. He paused and ran his fingers over the engraving on the back.

"Ti amerò per sempre." (I'll love you forever.) He read aloud.

"Esme helped me with that part. I knew what I wanted to say, but I wanted the translation to be correct." I blushed under his intense gaze.

"It's prefect." He said putting the watch on and pulling me back into his arms. I kissed along his jawline before capturing his lips again. I tugged on his hair pulling him as close to me as I could while his hands roamed my body. When his hands brushed against the outside of my thighs I silently thanked Mary Alice for the dress she picked for me to wear.

"What if someone comes in?" I muttered against his cheek.

"That's never stopped us before." His signature smirk was back, and he grabbed my thighs pulling me up and turning us around to put me on the bar.

I let go of my inhibitions as my hands fumbled with his belt. He helped me along the way while tugging my panties down my legs and finally off. I arched back when his fingertips ran along my most sensitive area. He tortuously teased me until I was dripping wet all the while peppering my neck and cheek with kisses. I exhaled deeply when he pulled his hand away and pouted for a moment before he stepped forward and entered me in one swift movement.

"Edward..." I moaned at the sensation of him filling me.

He began long strokes in and out while caressing my body. As pleasurable tension built up, my cries grew louder before Edward silenced me with a deep kiss while my body came undone around him. He dove deeper a few more times before I felt him throb inside of me. I leaned against him as we caught our breath before we had to return back to every one else.

Rosalie's POV

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" Emmett grumbled from his seat on the couch. I knew by the nearly empty bottle in his hand that this wasn't going to be an easy conversation.

"I was dancing. What the fuck are you doing?" I countered not in the mood. I would never be in the mood for this.

"Looks to me like you were tramping it up with the FUCKING HELP!" He threw the bottle down. The plush carpet kept it from breaking, and instead it rolled across the floor until I stopped it with my foot. I took a deep breath before speaking.

"Looks to me like you need help. Real help. I can't do this. I can't be with you like this." I said quietly hoping to prevent upsetting him.

"You're fucking pazzo if you think you're going anywhere," he chuckled darkly, "Possiedo voi!" (crazy, I own you) His eyes were glazed over and darker than I'd ever seen. For a split second I wondered how this would play out before Emmett was charging across the room. He grabbed my arms and slammed me into the wall, the air left my lungs and I fought against the blackness threatening to take over.

"Take your hands off of me." I bit out. Rico was off for the night since I was with Emmett. I knew nobody would hear me scream, and Em's guys obviously were going to just stand there.

"You think this is bad?" He pulled me away from the wall and slammed me back into it, sending decorations to the floor. "What about now?"

"Basta, fratello." (Enough, brother.) Edward's strong voice filled the room.

"Stay out of this brother." Emmett grumbled before Edward popped him over the head with his pistol.

"Let her go now."

Emmett released my arms and took a couple of steps back. His face held a dazed look. Edward jerked his chin, and I flew out of there. Emmett was piercing Edward with his eyes when I went out the door. I didn't know what was going to happen, and I didn't care. I was shaking as I made my way downstairs to find Esme or one of the girls. I just wanted to go home.

Emmett scared the shit out of me. He was too far gone for me to save, and I wasn't trying to anymore.

I found Isabella leaning against the bar doing a shot with Santiago and Jacob.

"Where is Esme?"

"She ripped her dress so Alice said she would switch with her since she was leaving, muttering about how a girl can't party in a ripped dress and crimes against fashion." Isabella laughed downing her shot then turned and looked at me, taking in my appearance. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. Jacob eyed me asking silent questions. I mouthed 'later' to him and headed to the bathroom just as Esme came around the corner donning Mary Alice's purple dress.

"Do I even want to know how you ripped your dress?" I asked trying to think of anything besides Emmett so I wouldn't cry.

She shook her head while smirking.

"I-I broke it off with Em, do you think you could go home with me? I don't want to be here anymore."

"What happened?" She wrapped her arm around me. "Where is he?"

"He went crazy. Edward is with him upstairs." I fought back a sob.

"I'll take you home. Let's stop by the bar, do a couple of shots, and I'll tell Aro goodbye."

"Thanks."

"It's what friends are for." She smiled and lead me back to the bar.

She waved her fingers at the bar signaling she wanted shots. Aro rolled his eyes and ordered them with a smile. His smile fell when he saw my face.

"What's up with her?" he asked Esme.

"Fight with Em. We're going to do shots then head to her house. Will you be okay if I leave?"

"I think I can manage one night, Ma." he kissed her nose and handed us shots.

Esme and Isabella fell into drunken banter, and I stood quietly counting down the minutes to go.

"I could take you home." Jacob leaned against the bar next to me.

"Being with you is what upset him in the first place."

"We didn't do anything wrong. It's the drugs."

"I know, it's just... He's never put his hands on me-"

"He put his fucking hands on you?!" Jacob hissed slamming his shot glass down.

"Edward came in and stopped it. I don't want to talk about it. I just want to go home, take a couple of sleeping pills and deal with it tomorrow." I turned away from him.

He stepped a little closer and his warm breath ghosted over my neck. My body reacted to it, to him, I couldn't fight it.

"I'm here for whatever you need. Call me later."

I nodded and he was gone.

I reached out for Esme's elbow, as the familiar sound of bullets buzzed through the air. Bottles on the shelves behind the bar shattered and exploded raining glass down on us. I hit the floor pulling Esme down with me, and Aro pushed Isabella towards the ground while pulling his gun out. He shouted at us to get out of the way. He and Santiago retuned fire, and we scuttled around the side of the bar.

The music was still blaring and screams filled the room. Isabella was white as a ghost, scared sober.

"Ouch." Esme muttered grabbing her stomach.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I think I got hit." She said looking up at me. Tears brimmed her eyes and her lip quivered.