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"Morning, gentlemen. Nice day for a murder."

~~Rocky Sullivan, Angels With Dirty Faces

Previously...

I took the stairs and saw the door just barely cracked. I pulled my gun out and pocketed my phone. I opened the door and swept the room. No one was visible. I walked in cautiously and scanned again, finding my brother in a bloody heap in the corner. I shut the door and checked the bathroom before I went to his side.

I grabbed his crimson, swollen face in my hands and turned him to me.

"Emmett?"

Nothing.

"Em? Brother?"

Nothing.

"Fratello?" (Brother?)

Still nothing. I shook him and waited for anything, but no sound or movement came. I felt white hot rage fill my body as my mind wrapped around what was in front of me. I dialed my father with one hand while I searched for my brother's pulse with the other.

Esme's POV

I was released from the hospital with instructions to take it easy. I had a couple of weeks before my follow up appointment. I had a few days until Aro went to court, and I wanted to spend the next few days with him. As much as the topic was avoided, it was likely he would have to go away for a little while.

"Are you nervous?" I broke the silence while we rode home.

"About what, Ma?" Aro asked me looking unsure of where I might be going with the conversation.

"Court."

He visibly relaxed. "Na, it's part of life." He reached across the console and squeezed my hand. "Are you?"

I sighed and watched him, taking in every detail of his face.

"Yes. I don't know how I will cope with you being away."

His eyes flicked to me. "You'll wait for me?"

"You know I will. You are my life."

He brought my hand to his lips to kiss and smiled at me before turning back to the road.

"Let's get food."

"Whatever you want, Ma."

We stopped at a little Chinese place to grab takeout. My phone rang, and I answered while Aro paid for our food.

"Ciao, Fratello." (Hello, brother.)

"Sorello..." (Sister...)

"Edward? What's wrong?" I asked noticing the desperate tone in his voice.

"It's-It's Emmett."

"What about him?" The panic was growing in my stomach. A lot of crazy shit happened in our lives, and Emmett had been tettering beyond that line for awhile now.

"Come to the papà's." (dad's)

"What's wrong?" My voice came out strained.

"Just come. Now." and he disconnected.

"You okay, Ma?" Aro asked wrapping his arm around my waist.

"I don't know. That was Edward. He said something was wrong with our brother and to meet him at my parents' house. I'm worried."

"Let's go." He pulled me along with him and helped me in the SUV before placing the bags of food on the floor.

We made it to my parents' in less than ten minutes and quickly went in. I felt my stomach drop when I saw the looks of bereavement on the faces of my family.

Isabella's POV

I got out of bed when Edward left and surround the baby with pillows. I jumped in a quick shower and got ready for the day. I knew something was wrong because Edward left with my phone, too, and the fact that he was talking to Emmett. Despite every other crazy thing going on in our lives, his brother was sure to top it.

I tossed my wet hair up in a sloppy bun and pulled on a pair of gray yoga pants and a white tee. I had to figure out what was going on with my life, my family, and my quasi-baby. I wanted to call my brother so bad, but I wasn't sure if I should trust him with this just yet. It felt unreal to be surrounded by siblings when I'd spent my whole life without them.

Once the baby started crying I made up a bottle like Mary Alice had shown me and fed her. I leaned against the headboard and snuggled her to my chest. Her tiny cheeks were rosey and her pouty lips puckered out as she greedily sucked down her bottle.

Once she was finished I held her against my shoulder and patted her back like I was told to do. I was just finishing up when Edward called.

"Hey baby."

"Get the baby ready, Isabella, and come to my parents' house."

"Um, okay. That's not weird or anything. And I don't have a carseat."

"Fuck a carseat. Do I need to have someone drive you? Your guys are downstairs."

"What the hell is going on?"

"I need you here now." He said in a softer tone.

"Okay. I'll be there. Give my a few minutes. I-I have to get ready... or something."

"Ti amo." Now that phrase I knew.

"I love you, too."

After throwing everything that came with the baby in a bag and hopping in a car, my bodyguard pulled up to the Cullen mansion. My nerves fluttered as they did every time I took in the view of the money bricks before me. I cradled the baby and walked to the door. Before I was all the way up the steps Edward opened the door meeting me.

He lead me through to the living room while I observed the heavy look on his face. His parents were sitting in the living room along with Aro and a crying Esme.

I looked at Edward with a questioning look.

"Emmett." was all he said.

"What happened?" I asked earning a loud cry from his mother.

"He's gone." He answered stoically.

My breath caught in my throat and the baby whimpered causing his father to look up at me. He studied us intently and looked at Edward with a look I didn't know how to read.

"Later." Edward answered the silent question.

Mrs. Cullen and Esme gazed at the pink buddle in my arms and their cries quietened as they realized there was suddenly a baby.

"Edward?" his mother spoke.

"This is..." He started and looked at me. I didn't know how to feel in the moment. Emotions I couldn't name washed over me, and I realized she had been with us for twenty-four hours . I had no idea where my father was or what was going on, and I didn't have a clue what to call her.

"Ch-Charly." I swallowed to steady my voice. "This is Charly."

Edward smirked and his father's eyes darkened.

"Oh." His mother said rising from the couch. "Isn't she beautiful!" She held her arms out, and I handed her the baby. She took her and sat back down cooing to her in Italian.

I slid down awkwardly on the loveseat and watched as the family quietened for a moment and gazed at Charly. Edward sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me pulling me tight against his chest. This day was beyond fucked up on the large scale.

Rosalie's POV

An annoying ringing roused me from the deep sleep I was in against a warm, hard chest.

Shit.

"You gonna answer that?" Jacob's deep voice rumbled against my face.

"Nu-uh." I mumbled snuggling deeper against him when I should have been up and running.

"It's been ringing nonstop."

"Fine." I grumbled sitting up and smoothing my hair down. "How long did I sleep?" I asked noticing the movie was over and a game had replaced it.

"Over an hour."

I nodded and dug around in the sofa for my phone as it rang, stopped, and started again. I pulled it out and slid my finger across the screen.

"Yea?"

"Oh my God! I've been calling you over and over. No one could find you!" Isabella's voice came over the line.

"Well you found me." I answered. I didn't mean to sound so bitchy, but I wasn't in the mood for any family drama.

"You need to come to the Cullens ASAP.."

"Why? What's up?"

"Just get over here. Please."

"Isabella, tell me what's going on."

"It's Emmett. It's serious."

My stomach rolled at what he could have possibly done now and the nagging voice in the back of my head reminding me that I hadn't heard from him in a couple of days brought me to my feet.

"I'll be there in a few." I said before hanging up.

"What's wrong?" Jacob asked standing with me.

"You have to take me home now."

"Are you going to fill me in?"

"In the car, let's go." I stuck my phone in my pocket and grabbed my keys before walking out of the house with Jake following me. We got in his SUV and left.

"Spill." He glanced over at me.

"I have to go home so Rico can take me to the Cullens."

"I can take you." He reached over and squeezed my hand.

I pulled my hand back and looked out the window.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Something has happened with Emmett, and I don't know what is going on or how serious the situation is." And even though nothing was going on with Jacob, or that's what I was aiming for anyway, it would look very bad to the family.

Jacob didn't say anything for a couple of minutes so I turned to look at him. He was staring at me and the intensity in his eyes scared me. It caused weird feelings in my heart and it didn't seem like it could end well.

"Don't give me grief about this right now." I requested quietly.

He pursed his lips and nodded before turning his eyes back to the road.

The rest of the ride was quiet and when we pulled up in my drive Jacob grabbed my wrist as I went to get out. I looked up at him in question.

"Call me if you need anything."

I nodded.

"Seriously, don't hesitate to call me."

"Okay."

He stared at me for a beat before releasing his grip, and I climbed out of the SUV and went inside. I hollered for Rico and told him where we were headed. Normally I would just drive myself if I was going over to Esme's, but I didn't know how much I would be drinking after hearing whatever news they wouldn't tell me over the phone. I ran upstairs and brushed my teeth and tossed my hair into a decent looking bun. I changed into a pair of dark jeans and a red silk blouse with some matching heels and grabbed my bag.

Last stop was the kitchen to grab water, and I twirled my finger in the air for Rico to follow me out. He held the door open for me while I got in the car. It has to suck being a big bad mafia man and following around some big guy's daughter. I smiled a little at my weird humor and tried not to think about the current situation.

Rico was characteristically quiet on the ride, and I got lost in my own thoughts. Before I knew it we arrived. I didn't wait for Rico to open my door before I bolted out of the car and into the house.

I walked in to find Elizabeth crying on the sofa with her face buried in Emmettino's chest. Esme was next to her with puffy red eyes and Aro standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders. I slowly spun around to see Isabella sitting in a chair with a baby in her arms. Edward stood off to the side looking solemn as she fed the baby.

Where the fuck did the baby come from?

"What's going on?" I asked, my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

No one said anything and they all looked to each other.

"Where did the baby come from?" I waved my arm in Isabella's direction. I really didn't like the way things were looking. An illegitimate child would make his mother cry, right?

"Rosalie," Emmettino stood from the couch and walked towards me. "Ho bisogno di dirti una cosa." (I need to tell you something.) He reached out and put a hand on my arm.

"What? What is it? Just spit it out!" I couldn't help but raise my voice. I had no clue what the fuck was going on, yet everyone else in the room did.

"Mio figlio," He paused, "Mio figlio è morto." (My son, my son is dead.)

"What?" Someone asked, I think it was me. I heard his words loud and clear. He spoke in a language I'd known since birth, but I found myself questioning him just the same. I felt my legs weaken, and I tried to step back out of his grip. He let me go and Rico stepped forward speaking to me. All I heard was buzzing as what he told me sank in.

I shook my head and looked up into the face of the man I once thought would be my father-in-law.

"What do you mean d-dead?" I stuttered out. "How?"

"Rosalie, I know this is hard for you-"

"How?" I raised my voice again.

"We don't know many details now." Emmettino spoke with a heavy accent, "He was badly beaten, and we are waiting for autopsy results."

"Who's baby is that?" I whipped around pointing at the buddle in Isabella's arms.

"Not my brother's." Edward answered coldly stepping in front of Isabella and the baby.

"That's another matter, tesoro, I assure you the baby has no relation to Emmett."

I took another step back unsure of what to do. I felt like I was going to vomit and with the idea of Emmett having a baby with another woman gone, the reality of his death was setting in fast.

My eyes spun around the room looking at the grieving family in front of me, and I somehow still felt that none of them knew the same pain as me. The last time I spoke to Emmett hadn't been pleasant. He was out of his mind on drugs, and I'd told him to leave me alone, that I couldn't be with him, I didn't want to be with him.

I loved Emmett. I loved him deeply and I wanted him to get straight and our lives to be everything we'd imagined and planned. I was angry and upset when I said those words to him. Regret flooded me as I thought about the mess between Jacob and I. I would never have with Jacob what I would with Emmett.

And now I wouldn't have it with Emmett ever.

My stomach rolled again and I turned and began walking towards the door. Rico was on my heels, and I felt light headed. I just wanted to get out of there and get lost. I reached out to grab the door handle to steady myself and with all the strength I could muster I pulled the door open. The edges of my vision blurred as men in suits stood before me.

I knew those men. I'd watched them throughout the years come to my own house.

Feds.

It was all black after that.