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"Listen to me Anthony, I got your head in a fuckin' vise. I'll squash your head like a fuckin' grapefruit if you don't give me a name!"

~~ Nicky Santoro, Casino

Previously...

"Let's get married. I'll build you a big house, and we can fill it with babies."

I sighed.

"The sooner the better. Stop taking your pills."

The heat pooling between my legs made it hard to argue with him. He was coming way out of left field with these new demands, and I couldn't help but think his brother's death made him fearful of his own mortality. Even if he wouldn't admit it.

He was making me feel too good to argue so I would talk to him about it later. His tongue found it's place between my legs and my eyes rolled back. I didn't try to stifle the moans as they escaped my throat. I felt Edward smirk against my pussy.

He twirled his tongue up and down my clit as he fingers massaged me from the inside. As cliche as it is, his heartfelt words heated me to my core and in no time I was falling over the edge calling out his name. He wasted no time in moving up the bed and plunging deeply into me. I ran my nails down his back at the sudden intrusion.

"Siate mia moglie." (Be my wife.)

My walls clenched around him trying to adjust.

"Prendete il mio nome." (Take my name.)

He slow and steady thrusts made my lower regions coil in anticipation once again.

"Trasportare il mio bambino." (Carry my baby.)

His physical manipulation on my body made me beg him for more. His raspy words against my skin drove me mad. Combined with his intimate confessions I was going to come apart underneath him. Sweat beaded on his temple and he quickened his strokes. I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth hard against mine.

I tightened my legs around his hips and dug my heels into his lower back. I couldn't control myself as I arched off the bed into his chest. I screamed his name again and again. He covered my mouth with his hand and grunted as I felt him explode inside of me.

At that moment I would have agreed to anything.

Edward's POV

I kissed Isabella's forehead before slipping quietly out of the room. She looked peaceful and that was something she needed. I didn't want to do anything except hunt my brother's killer, but a night out was exactly what my girl needed. She was stressing herself too much between her father and the baby. Along with seeking revenge for my brother, I was going to take Isabella's mind off everything. Beginning with telling her Charlie was dead.

My mother was walking around the kitchen with the baby when I walked in.

"Having fun?" I asked pouring a cup of coffee.

"Oh, sì! E 'così bello avere di nuovo un bambino in casa." (Oh yes! It's so nice to have a baby in the house again.)

"Maybe you can talk Isabella into letting you help with Charly. She's overwhelming herself."

"That's a wonderful idea." She smiled at me and focused her attention back on the baby.

"Ti amo Ma." I gave her a peck on the cheek before leaving and smacked on Charly's head before leaving.

The baby had definitely grown on me. It seemed weird at first to have something that small and breakable in the house, but after I got used to it I wanted more. My mother would help with our children, and if she couldn't I'd buy a fucking nanny or something. I had a nice dinner planned for my girl soon and I had a special gift for her.

I drove to my apartment building and went directly to the security office. I looked through the footage in person which was better than the little video they emailed me. A young looking boy dropped the note. Brown hair, average height, slender build. He didn't look familiar. How the fuck was I suppose to hunt a kid? Obviously I wasn't going to hurt a kid, but I had a gut feeling he would lead me to who I was looking for.

"Load that shit up on a media stick now." I told the security guy sitting next to me.

"Boss, want it on a USB?"

"Whatever, just do it. I have somewhere else to be."

"On it." He said hitting a few keys before he handed me the little device.

Without another word I was out of there and on the way to my next stop. I slowed when I drove into a neighborhood I hadn't been to in a while. Some houses stood out in my mind and some were worse for wear or had been remodeled. I watched house numbers until I found the one I needed. I pulled up in front of the house and shut the car off.

I knew he would be watching me before I got to the door and I liked that idea. I wanted to make him nervous. He needed to be nervous. It was healthy for him, especially since he was going to be around my family. Even if I didn't want it.

My face was emotionless as I walked up the path and knocked on the door. A hard, steady knock so he would know I meant business. I stood still as a statue until he opened the door. He smirked at me and shook his head.

"Hello Edward." He pushed the door open wider.

"Anthony." I said before stepping into the house.

Rosalie's POV

I covered my eyes with my hands and groaned as my head throbbed.

"This will help." Jacob's gruff voice let me know he hadn't been up long. I peeked out to see him holding out a couple of pills and a Gatorade.

"What're those?"

"Ibuprofen."

I quickly took them and chugged half the bottle.

"You'll feel better shortly. Can I get you anything else?"

"Uh-huh." I laid back and pulled the covers over my head. "Where are the felons?"

"Technically, only Blaze is a felon. Anyways, they are downstairs eating everything in my kitchen." Jacob told me while sitting gently on the other side of the bed.

"Technically, they are both felons. Only Blaze is a convicted felon."

"Touche."

"What time is it?"

"It's almost ten. You didn't get to sleep long. I'm sorry." Jacob said softly.

"How are those shitheads up and functioning? I feel like death." I complained.

"Probably because they are freaks of nature who abuse their bodies and you've been drinking too much lately."

"Everyone drinks. We're Italian, it's what we do." I defended myself.

"You do, but your intake has been a lot higher. I worry about you." He said staring at me, his coal eyes almost looking cryptic.

"You don't have to worry about me. With the way I feel this morning I won't be drinking for a while."

"I did enjoy the way you danced though." Jacob grinned at me.

"Oh my God!" I buried my face in my hands, "Last night I-"

"It's fine. I don't judge you." He cut me off.

"Thank you." I glanced up at him. "For you know..."

He shook his head and kissed my cheek before getting off the bed.

"I'm going downstairs to hustle up something to eat. I'll drive everyone home afterwards."

"Oh, God. Please no. I don't want to go home yet. I don't even want to think about getting in a vehicle right now."

"Then sleep." Jacob closed his curtains. "I'll handle the guys and I'll be back to check on you in a little while."

"Awesome." I mumbled out burrowing further under the covers. I let the scent of Jacob surround me and drifted back to sleep.

I woke up some time later pressed against a hard chest. Even with the guilt, it still felt good to be close to Jacob. He was mumbling incoherently and searching around for something.

"What are you doing?"

"My phone was ringing." He murmured still sliding his hand around on the bed. Right after the phone started vibrating again he found it. He opened one eye to look at the screen.

"You should probably be quiet." He whispered before answering. "Hey."

He listened for a couple of minutes.

"Yea...I can be there in about twenty...I was catching a nap...yea, I took Blaze home." He laughed, "He's beyond fucking crazy... Later."

"What's that about?" I asked already knowing.

"Work."

"Well no shit Sherlock."

"And he was asking about Blaze and making sure nothing too bad went on last night."

"You didn't have sex with me and Blaze didn't catch any charges. Sounds tame to me."

"All the same, I'm not going to admit you slept in my bed with me. That wouldn't look good. I'm crazy about you, but I know better than to sign my own death warrant."

"Yea." I stretched out and climbed out of the bed. "So... my bag isn't here is it?"

"Your purse? On the dresser." Jacob answered slipping on a t shirt.

"No, like a bag bag. I don't have any clothes." I looked down at the large shirt I was wearing and frowned. My only other option was last night's dress.

"I'll get you some sweats." Jacob rummaged through his drawers and handed me some clothes.

"Are the guys still here?"

"Na, Felix picked them up earlier." He squeezed my hand. "They didn't even know you were here. They were really fucked up last night."

"Okay." I quickly slipped into his sweats that were way too big, but they would do. "You can drop me at Ali's."

Jacob gave me a goofy smile and held my hand, pulling me with him through the house. Right before we reached the front door, his father walked out of the kitchen.

"Jacob." His face was stern.

"Yes?" Jacob turned around not letting go of my hand. The way his father stared at me with a judging look made me uncomfortable.

"Where are you going?" He asked not taking his eyes off me.

"I have to go to work."

"Those people are going to get you into trouble." He pointed at me as he said it. "Don't think I'm blind to what you're getting yourself mixed up in. I would like to see my only son live to see his next birthday."

Jacob stepped in front of me and when he spoke his voice dropped an octave.

"This is Rosalie and she will be treated with respect. Those people you are talking about are my friends. Anything else you've heard is rumor. You're getting all worked up over nothing. I have to go to work. I'll be back later."

His father raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

"Let's go." Jacob said quietly and opened the door. We left the house without another word from his dad.

Mary Alice's POV

"Who's Mommy's principessa?" I cooed lifting Mallory out of her crib at my parents' house. "Did you miss Mommy?"

She gave me a slobbery grin and tugged at my necklace.

"She is so beautiful." My mother said watching us from the door.

"I know. I can't believe it." I sighed. The thought of my baby growing up was bittersweet.

"She is learning so much every day. Perhaps it's time for another?" My mother smiled at me.

I turned around and slanted me eyes.

"Have you been talking to my husband?"

She held her hands up and laughed. "No, but obviously we agree."

I walked around the room with Mallory on my hip gathering her things. My mother busied herself helping while waiting on me to give her an answer.

"Stop looking at me like that. I have a huge wedding in a little less than two months. The time is not right Mamá."

"As you wish my darling." She smiled at me and continued to straighten the room.

"Thank you for watching the principessa last night. I love you."

"I love you. You should let me keep her more! I wish your father and I would have had more children." She spoke softly wearing a sad smile.

"Oh Ma, please don't be sad. How about a Nonni and Mallory night, once a week?"

"That would be wonderful. Now, shoo, I have to get ready to meet Rosalie's mother for lunch."

"Speaking of the Leones, I need to check on Rosalie. Have fun, love you!" I called over my shoulder walking out of the house. I sang softly to my daughter as I fastened her in my car. She cooed softly and babbled away as I drove. I called Rosalie three times before she answered the phone.

"Hmmm?"

"Good afternoon sunshine. How are you?"

"Not good. I drank way too much."

"It happens. Maybe you got it out of your system. Why don't you get ready and I'll take you to lunch." I offered wanting to see her face to face to see how she was really doing.

"Um...I don't know."

"I can be at your place in less than ten. Don't argue with me."

There was a long silence before she finally spoke.

"I'm not at home."

"Where the hell are you?" I asked.

"Promise not to freaking scream? Are you around anyone right now?"

"No, I'm driving. I just picked up Mallory. Now tell me." I demanded.

"I'm with Jacob's. We-"

"Oh my God?! Did you have sex with him?" I whispered into the phone. I knew no one else was around, but it was reaction.

"No! We all went back to his house after the club. Blaze and Santiago were there, too."

"That doesn't sound very juicy. I was hoping you got laid and would be in a better mood."

"Really, Alice? Pushy much?"

"You still love me. Tell me where you are so I can pick you up."

"I don't have any clothes."

"I don't care about lunch. I just thought it would be better if Jacob wasn't the one bringing you home. Do Blaze and Santiago know you're were there?" I rolled my eyes at her unawareness.

"I don't know. Probably. They don't know I' slept in his bed though."

"You slept in his bed!?" I screeched swerving. "How were you in his bed and you didn't get any?"

"Stop screaming. Shit." She huffed, "We're at the gas station on the corner of 15th and Broad. How long til you get here?"

"I don't know. I don't even know where that is. Putting it in my GPS." I told her tapping options on the screen.

"Okay. Now hang up and pay attention because the baby is in the car."

"Bye bitch." I said before hanging up. I looked in the review mirror, "That's a bad word, principessa. Don't say that word. Okay? Never, ever."

Mallory gave me a sloppy grin and turned back to watch out the window again.

It took almost half an hour to get to the neighborhood Jacob lived in. Once I saw the gas station I realized I'd been through there a couple times before for parties, but I didn't realize it was where he lived. I text Rosalie to let her know I was outside. I almost choked on my water when she stumbled out of the SUV in a large pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Her hair was pulled back under the hood and she was wearing her sunglasses.

"Hello beautiful." I greeted as she slid in the car.

"Hi. Thank you for picking me up. I'm too hungover to think about anything right now."

"Not a problem. What are friends for?" I put my car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot. Jacob gave a small wave and drove off in the other direction.

"You know how this looks, right?" I cut my eyes over to Rosalie, "I mean, I don't care. I would be happy for you to move on, you can't be alone forever, but the bodyguard? The Cullens would have a field day with his ass. Please think about things before hand?"

"Yea, yea. I know. I haven't been all that responsible lately, but I just haven't really cared. Let's just go to your house. That's where my bag is and I want my own clothes."

"You got it."

Aro's POV

"Just one more?" She pleaded softly standing on her tip toes.

I smiled at Esme and pressed my lips against hers.

"Love you, Ma."

"Love you." She pecked my lips and pulled back staring up at me with doe eyes. "When do you think you'll be done?"

"Don't know. Not sure what all we gotta do, but whenever I get done I'll be here to pick you up with a surprise."

"A surprise?" Her eyes lit up. Ma loved surprises.

"Yup. Wear something sexy."

"You got it." She said grinning and giving me one more kiss.

I tore myself away and went to meet Edward. He and I would spend half the day following leads on Em's killer. After that, I was going to pick up Esme on my new motorcycle. In a couple of weeks I would go to court and be sentenced to a little time. Until then I was going to enjoy every fucking minute.

I wanted to make sure Esme knew how much I loved her and how much she meant to me. I wanted to make sure my sister would look after her and vice versa. That my niece wouldn't forget who her Dear Aro was. And not to be a complete fucking wuss, I was going to help Cullen stomp some ass.

I rolled up in front of one of Emmettino's bars and Edward climbed in my SUV.

"What's good?" I asked.

"Not a fucking thing." He pulled a cigarette out and put it to his lips. "All the fucking connections this family has and I have one fucking lead. A little fucking kid." He was waving his arms around as he spoke.

"So we stalk a little kid." I grinned.

Edward didn't find it amusing and gave me a hard look. He lit his cigarette and took a long drag off of it.

"Yea, we stalk a fucking kid."

"It's not the worse thing we've done."

"It's not the best either." He retorted.

Our tech guy matched the video image of the kid against the roster for the local schools. Not the most moral thing to do, but Edward wasn't going to stop until he had answers. I didn't blame him. The picture hit a match with a boy that went to St Mary's so we were strolling around the blocks surrounding it.

After about an hour we spotted him on the corner throwing bones with a few other boys. I pulled into a spot around the corner and cut the engine.

"What ya wanna do?" I asked.

"I'm going to ask him a few questions."

"Okay."

We got out of the car and walked around the block. In spite of the situation, I smile to myself at the whole scene before me. It took me back a few years to when that was me and my boys. Edward flicked his cigarette in the street and walked straight up to the kid.

"Mind if I talk to you a minute?" He asked in a regular tone.

All of the boys raised their heads to see who spoke. I'm a badass motherfucker and Edward dressed in all black is intimidating. None of them responded.

Edward leaned forward until he was looking the one we were after in the eye.

"I need to speak to you for a minute. I just want to talk."

The kid blinked a few times and nodded his head.

Edward walked back towards me with the boy in tow.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked the kid.

The boy nodded.

"Who?"

"Y-you're a... Cullen." He said it as if it were a curse word.

"That's correct." Edward smiled. "I'm Edward."

The kid just stood there staring at him.

"You delivered a note to my apartment?"

The boy nodded.

"Who told you to bring it?"

The boy looked back and forth between us and remained silent.

"You're not in trouble, kid. I just need to know who sent it so I can reply back." Edward smiled again.

The kid still looker very unsure.

Edward scoffed and pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket. He unwrapped it and pulled a big face off and held it in front of the kid.

"If you tell me who sent you, this is yours. I promise no harm will come your way and no one will ever know you told me."

The boy remained silent for a couple of minutes as his eyes darted around nervously and he fidgeted in place.

"It's alright. He's a good guy." I said encouragingly.

"Promise nothing will happen to me?" He asked just above a whisper.

"A Cullen never goes back on his word." Edward replied.

"It was Peter."

"Peter? Peter who?" Edward asked with a blank face, but his eyes were dancing like fire.

"I don't know his last name."

"How do you know him?" I asked.

The kid looked around nervously again.

"He hangs out at the deli on the corner. He paid me twenty dollars to take the note."

"What does Peter look like?" Edward asked never breaking eye contact with the boy.

"Kinda tall. He's not Italian. He kinda has blondish hair." The boy whimpered out.

Edward's eye went stone cold.

"What's your name?" I broke in.

The kid's eyes began to water.

"It's okay, I promise." I said squeezing his shoulder.

"J-john."

"You did good, John." I grinned at him. "You've been a big help. Go buy something fun." I told him handing him another big face before he ran back to his friends.

"You alright?" I asked Edward.

He didn't answer me and we walked back to my ride.

"Yo?"

"I can't believe I didn't even fucking think about Jasper's brother!" He roared out before throwing a punch at the brick wall behind him. "Em was with him all the fucking time!"

"We'll handle it."

Edward turned back to face me with steely eyes.

"There's no fucking doubt about that." he said in an eerily calm voice.