Author's Note:

lemon warning. sexual content.

Edward's POV:

These past two weeks have been shitty, but that's nothing compared to the last few days. If you compare the two, the latter was like a walk through the park.

Ever since we arrived here in Italy, which was only two days ago, my father and Nonno haven't stopped talking about our return to Stateside, and how we're going to handle the situation.

How this is going to happen. How that person is going to be dealt with. For once I was actually beginning to wonder what life might have been if I had just stuck to medicine instead of allowing myself to get pushed into being my dad's underboss. That fact didn't deter me from finishing school. I did, eventually finish medical school, along with my fellowship. I did it to prove a point.

It originally was supposed to be Aro as underboss, but he was forced to step down after something happened to Sul, stating that it was his duty as a husband to keep her safe, choosing to put her above everything.

So, that left me, Jasper, or Carlisle, but all of us had a reason to say no. Including me. Unfortunately, all bets were off, and I was all but forced to take the position after that night in Orlando. They not only set up an ambush for us, we learned that King and Black were also a part of this, and were trying to gun for our turns.

There was only one solution in my eyes, but my father refused to believe that the situation was thus serious, even when they tried to ambush mom. This could all be solved if we had simply contacted the other capos and informed them of all of the situation. But we need proof. Which we didn't have, as if yet.

All of this was not important. At the moment, I could care less about all of this. My focus at the moment was one person, Isa. She has been my main concern and has been since I met her. Her well-being, happiness, and safety were my main focus at the moment.

She's closed herself off since she spoke to all of us and then to Es and Sul privately. She won't even spare a glance in my direction.

Fuck, if they told her about what we told them, then we're all fucked. There is no way any one of us will ever be trusted again. Even if she does, by some miracle, still love us all. Everything seemed to be heading to hell! First she shoots me as soon as she fucking sees me! Then let's not forget this morning when she almost shot me again when I tried to speak to her, though that was my own damn fault for not heeding Jasper's warning. Fucker knows her better than I do at the moment. Not only that but it seems lke they'd gotten close thanks to my fuck up, I was fucking torn about all of thia.

Did I really want to do this to her and myself? Could I?

Fuck. I fucking hate this situation. I hate our family. Why couldn't we be one of those normal families? You know, the ones with normal jobs, with a life in the suburbs? You know, the ones who grow up together, go to college, get engaged, then married? With a small house, two kids, and a dog? The ones that don't have the double sided sword of hundreds of years of traditions hanging over their heads?

Yet, I was still at a loss about what to do, and it seems going to my dad and Nonno only made things worse, so what the fuck was I going to do?

I did have several ideas of what to do, but all of them were shot to hell after yet another fiasco happening earlier.

See, right after the women left, my brothers and I took one of the rentals into town.

I originally didn't want to go, because I was, in fact, still too sore, tired, and to be honest, too wound up with all of my family and theirs fucking constant, overbearing meddling.

Isa was right, though, I'll never verbalize it.

This family was taking liberties that weren't theirs to take...and that shit was starting to cause both of us problems in the long run.

We needed to set boundaries, and do it immediately, if not for the sake of our privacy, for the sake of our sanity.

My brothers agreed with me, and promised to back me up if needed. Which I was grateful for.

This had been discussed on the way into town, before debating where to go.

I was now torn between protecting her, and stopping this, to get her out of this damn situation, and my own selfish need to fix everything, our past included.

We ended up going to a small family owned jewelry store, Piero's, who happened to be a family friend, not too far from the Swantorini's home.

An old man by the name of Piero Blanchi met us at the door. Though aged, his eyes held a juvenile gleam in his dark eyes.

He led us through the small store, letting us admire the jewelry that was on display. Rows upon rows of necklaces, tennis bracelets, and studded earrings and other classics. Some sets, others a unique piece alone. Some pearl, others sapphire, or rubies, or emeralds.

He soon led us to the wedding and engagement rings. Asking simple questions, before making small suggestions as we pass each display case.

While I looked and looked at ring after ring, set upon set and began to feel disappointed. None seemed like anything Isa would like, or would wear.

I began to wonder if I would find the right ring for her when my eyes landed on the perfect ring.

It was a three carat, white gold, flower ring. The three carat diamond was placed in the middle of two flowers on either side of the diamond, each flower had half a carat placed in the middle of them.

There is a matching eternity band next to it.

Perfect. That was unique, and simply just like my Isa.

Jasper convinced me to buy a simple platinum band for myself, which I end up doing before he goes to check out the necklaces with Emmett.

The whole transaction takes all of fifteen minutes, before we all walk out, with a bag in our hands.

As we were walking to a different store to buy something else, I ran into one of the last people that I thought I ever would.

How is it possible? Am I imagining this?

"Jazz...did you just...see?" I ask.

But it's not Jazz who answers, it's Em. "What the fuck?!"

"We have to go. Now."

We all watch as a person we thought to be dead for the last seven years walks away hastily.

How is this possible? Were we mistaken? God I hoped so, if not, the shit was about to hit the fan.

"Let's go home, we need to tell our dad and Nonnos' what we just saw." Jasper says as Aro drags a shaking Emmett to the waiting car.

Upon arriving we all rush out and find the men to tell them what we all just saw, deciding to keep this from the women, for now. Along with sending someone to confirm our suspicions.

When it was confirmed that what we saw was true, we did the only logical thing that we could think of, we let Nonno and Mr. Swantorini send out a search party for them.

Now, only questions lingered.

It distracted me from everything. Even the proposal.

See, I had had this long speech planned for the proposal but my mind blanked out when my eyes landed on her.

The dress looked like it was fucking painted onto her voluptuous, amazing body.

I find myself being redundantly repetitive as I describe her in that dress, because she looks breathtaking, and I can't find the will to peel my eyes away from her delicate, curvy form… as I try to, all conscious thoughts flew out of my mind.

Leaving me to fend for myself.

I did manage to apologize for my stupid, but she didn't fully accept the apology. In fact, I knew she only said she had because we had eavesdroppers. Still, her acceptance made me feel hopeful.

Especially, since I knew that I had said the correct words, and not pissed her off.

I was almost entirely sure that we both felt everyone's eyes on us as we stood looking at the star-filled sky. If her tense shoulders were anything to go by.

I was trying to tell her how much it meant for her to trust me, that I still loved her, despite all this shit happening, despite all our fuckups.

That I would gladly give my life for her without hesitation but only a half-hearted proposal came out.

Leaving staring at each other awkwardly.

I know she's only accepted because she wants to fulfill her Nani's last living request.

I could see how much pain it was causing her to lose yet another family member. It was killing me that I couldn't take the pain away from her.

When I see the pain in her eyes as I slip on the ring, I whisper that we would figure this out, and I will be doing my damnedest too. I have to find a way to free her. Even if it gets me killed.

Now, how do I tell her that the parents she has grieved over for the past seven years are alive and well? Fuck, she is going to blow a gasket. I just hoped I didn't end up as a fucking target or a fucking pin cushion.

Seeing as I am rather attached to my balls. I hoped that she didn't rip them off.

Bella's POV:

~•~3 months before her highschool graduation~ part I

Sleeping came to be a difficult task, only to be woken up drenched in sweat.

The room felt too hot despite me having taken a shower after we got back from the prom.

I tried to go back to sleep, but I felt too uncomfortable, sticky, and overheated.

I continued to toss and turn in a poor attempt to find sleep. Hoping to find a more comfortable position to sleep in, but all it does is get me more agitated than I already am.

"Will you please find a position and stop moving already?" He asked, drowsily.

"I'm trying, dio, but it's just too hot in here. I can't sleep." I mumbled back, moving onto my back once more, and kicking my foot out of the blanket in hopes of cooling my overheated skin. "Can I borrow one of your cotton t-shirts?" I finally ask, lifting my head to look over at him.

He groaned, before getting out of bed, muttering unintelligibly as he walked over to where his bag was on the arm of the couch and pulled out a white tank top. "I only have this one and a gray t-shirt…" he muttered, showing the options.

"The white tank top, please…" I muttered, pulling at my shorts as they rode up further into my ass.

He nods in response, grabbing it before heading back to bed, handing me the white shirt before plopping himself back into the bed.

I sigh in gratitude as I slowly climb off the bed, and rush to the bathroom to peel off my pajamas, sighing as my overheated skin feels the cool air in the bathroom. I felt so overheated that I ended up pulling off my silk shorts and leaving only my lace boy shorts.

When I finished changing I slowly exited the bathroom and went back to bed.

After tossing and turning around some more, I threw my head back into the pillow, and sighed in frustration.

"What's wrong now?" He asked exasperated, lifting his head up and turning to look at me.

"I can't sleep…" I mumbled, throwing off the blankets and sheets, before I sat up in defeat.

"Me neither…" he mutters back, annoyed, turning to look over at me.

We stared at one another silently for what seemed to be a long time, when suddenly the air in the room changed.

"So, how has the business been doing?" I quietly asked him, knowing he'll hear me, since the entire room is silent despite the small refrigerator in the corner of the room, buzzing.

He sighed, shrugging slightly and rolling his eyes. "It's thriving, for the most part...how's school?" He asks offhandedly, as he runs a hand through his hair.

"I finished getting all my credits a month ago. I'm only attending school to get out of the house." I mutter, turning onto my side so I can look at him.

"So, you're basically done with school and didn't tell any of us because you wanted to be away from us?" He asks, raising a brow at me in question, sounding offended.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hewt yow wittle feewings, Anthony?" I cooed, battling lashes at him.

He rolls his eyes at me before whispering, "Isa, cosa sta succedendo davvero?" He asked, looking at me concerned. (What's really going on?)

"Nothing…" I whispered, thinking back to the conversation I had with Elizabeth earlier.

"Don't lie to me, Isa...I know you well enough to know when you're lying to me…" he cut me off.

What had she meant by her 'you'll always be Anthony's number one girl' comment, while she and Es helped me get ready?

"It's just I keep wondering...if things between us will always be the same or change…" I whisper.

"What do you mean, Isa?" He asked confused, his eyes showing concern.

I sighed, "Do you think we will ever drift apart, Anthony?" I asked plainly.

"No." He said firmly.

"Why is that?" I asked, unable to hide the satisfied grin that spread on my face.

"Because, you're my Isa, as I am your Anthony, nothing and no one can ever change that." He vowed, clasping my hand.

"I hope that's true…" I mutter under my breath, listening to his responding chuckle.

"So, what did you tell ol' Mikey?" I asked, smiling at him, amused, as I changed the subject.

"Well, he told me that if I wanted you I would have to get in line and wait until he was finished with you, and passed you along to his friends. I simply told him that if he ever spoke of you in that way again, that I would cut him to pieces and feed him to the rats in my basement. As far as he knows you're already mine." He says blatantly.

I laughed at him, amused, "Wait, but your basement doesn't have any rats…hang on, I'm not yours..." I say, offended.

"Well, no, but he doesn't need to know that." He says, blatantly staring at me, before he smirked at me.

I can feel his stare on me as I look blankly at the ceiling patterns.

"Isa, look at me…" he whispered, propping himself up with his elbows before looking over at me.

I close my eyes and shake my head quickly from side to side.

"Why not, Isa?" He asks, amused.

"I don't want to…" I mumbled, pouting as I continued to stare at the ceiling.

"If you don't look at me, I'll tickle you…" He threatened, playfully.

I bit my lip in response before shaking my head at him once more.

He playfully grumbled at me, closing one eye to look at me skeptically before he rolled half way onto me, and began to tickle me mercilessly on my stomach.

"Are you going to look at me?" He asked as he continued to attack my ribs.

"Alright, uncle! Uncle!" I squeal in between giggles.

When I feel his fingers stop moving, I open my eyes, only to be met with his, a small gasp leaving my lips as my eyes meet his mesmerizing green ones.

Something suddenly changed in the air. It was electrifying…, causing my heart to race.

His eyes flickered down to my lips, causing me to lick my lips. With a final flick of his eyes to mine he lowered his lips onto mine.

The moment his lips met mine sparks flew. My hands went up into his hair, tangling themselves in the soft curls on the nape of his neck, pressing myself closer to him.

The kiss itself was a heated, toe-curling, pulse speeding kiss. The type you get in those cheesy rom-com movies with fireworks in the background.

I could feel as his hands began to move down my body towards my hips. Slightly tightening his hands around when he gets to my hips.

We kissed until we were both out of breath, and even then his mouth didn't move too far, only moving from my lips to the cork of my neck, leaving small, tantalizing kisses on my overheated skin.

I could feel a moan slip out from my lips as I felt his hot, wet tongue trace small patterns on my neck, before he nipped softly at the sensitive skin.

"An-anthony…" I whispered, slightly out of breath.

"Mhm?" He groaned in response.

"We-- We can't do this…" I mutter, feeling as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

"I know…" he groaned in frustration.

Lately, this is what has been happening between us.

We would be hanging out, watching a movie or something, and suddenly the atmosphere between us would change and we would end up kissing only for us to remember that Emmett would kill Anthony for even thinking about me in that manner.

Something about tonight told me everything was about to change.

We didn't have the pressures of anyone walking in on us. That and the fact that the ballroom in the hotel seemed to have an open bar for the adults who were chaperoning the small-scale event.

Now, it seemed as though the heat in the room was increasing.

"Emmett will kill you when he finds out…" I murmur, as he drops his head onto my shoulder, before groaning against my skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body. "I won't tell, if you don't." I tease.

"Dolcezza ..." he groans out huskily, somehow, sounding deeper than before.

"Come on, caro, you were the one who told me that prom is supposed to be memorable… and you and your mother talked me into coming into this thing in the first place...so, please… make it memorable…" I mumbled.

"That's not the type of memorable that I meant." He pointed out, lifting his head to look at me, dryly.

"Fine, then what did you mean?" I grumbled, as I pushed him away.

"I meant to create memories, dolce, not do something you'll regret." He responded flatly.

"Alright, well, I think Mike's suggestion is still open so...if you don't want to…" I say trailing off with a giggle.

I heard a deep rumble forming in his chest a moment before his lips clashed onto mine feverently.

His arms immediately encircled around my waist as we became locked up in a deep, passionate, toe-curling kiss.

He kissed me until both of us were breathless, yet, even so, his lips never left my overheated skin, recommencing the deliciously hypnotizing patterns on my throat with his lips and tongue.

This time starting at the shell of my ear and ending on the tip of my shoulder.

"Are you sure you want to do this, dolcezza?" He asked me, huskily.

I stared up at him, catching his unwavering gaze before biting my lip, deliberating for a moment.

"Yes." I finally replied, using the soft curls on the nape of his neck to pull his lips back down to mine.

This kiss is different.

It unlocks the unlying passion and serial tension that we've been pushing away from each other, spill out.

Somewhere inside us a fire begins, and quickly gets out of control.

It ignites a heat that spreads throughout my body, going from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet.

One of his hands slowly begins moving from my hips to my left thigh until he reaches the back of my knee. Then he curls his fingers around the back of my knee, and drapes it around his waist.

As he does so, I feel his impressive length press onto my center, causing me to gasp in surprise and bite his tongue accidentally, causing him to groan in response.

I can feel as his hips. As he slowly begins to rock them against me back and forth. Creating a delicious sensation in between my legs causing me to whimper in response.

He stops for a brief second, breathing heavily, getting another whimper in response from me as he propped himself over me.

"Last chance to back out… are you absolutely sure you want to do this, dolcezza?" He asked.

I nodded, as my eye traveled down his chest, and down to his shorts to see an impressive tent in his shorts, gasping at the sight.

I could feel the blood pool at my cheeks as I heard his chuckle.

When his laughter dies down, I feel him pull me to him, forcing me to look at him before once again lowering his lips to mine.

His arms slowly wrapped around my waist, as I let him pull me onto his lap.

I thought he was going to stop when he pulled back slowly, instead surprising me by beginning to kiss my neck once more, causing me to groan softly at the delicious sensation as he moved up and down my throat.

I almost fell off his lap when I felt him softly suck on the sensitive skin.

He ignored my reaction and kept kissing me, until he pulled down the strap of the tank top down my shoulder, and kissed a sensitive place on there, causing me to groan softly at the sensation.

I closed my eyes as I felt him slowly begin to move the thin layer of cotton lower, finally exposing my breasts to him. Without wasting time, his lips slowly trail down to my breast.

As he lightly sucked the sensitive skin, my entire body broke out into goose flesh, causing me to gasp at the sensation, and throw my head back slightly, while I pulled lightly at the hairs on the nape of his neck, causing him to groan in response.

I'm so lost in the new sensations my body is feeling that I hardly notice he has moved us until my back hit the soft mattress.

"This is getting in the way…" He murmured, as he pulled the tank top down the rest of my body, throwing it over his shoulder.

I almost giggled at his actions before my eyes landed on his sculpted chest, and the beautiful dark art that adorned his left peck, arm, and shoulder, making my mouth suddenly go dry, causing the pressure and heat between my legs to increase.

As his eyes landed on my bra and panties. A primal glint began to gleam in his suddenly darkened eyes as he slowly moved his body over mine. Holding himself over me as he smiled at me.

"You're so damn beautiful…" he whispered, looking down at me, with one last smile, his lips descended onto my lips once more reigniting a fire that felt as if it would consume me if not somehow tamed.

This kiss was more intense. It felt as if we were desperate. More anxious. Yet still toe-curling as the prior one.

I felt my hands begin to move up on their own accord once more weaving themselves into his hair.

He groaned into my mouth, as I lightly pulled his hair, grinding his hips into my own, causing me to moan in response. His hands once again, moving to my hips, and pulling me closer to him, as he pressed his erection into my stomach.

Without warning, his hands wrapped around the lace of my panties and he pulled on them, causing them to give way. I gasped in response, as I felt his hand slowly trail down between my legs and begin to rub small but quick circles on my sensitive skin with his long fingers.

The sensation caused me to buck my hips into his hand, as he deepened the kiss.

I broke the kiss, getting lost in the sensation of his fingers rubbing me.

"Oh...Oh my...god…!" I gasp, throwing my head back.

I could hear the deep groan that came out of his lips as I felt him move his lip back onto my neck, this time he began his slow descent down my body.

A gasp slipped through my lips as I felt him start kissing down the valley of my breasts as his hands worked to relieve the pressure between my legs.

Yet another gasp escapes me, as I do my best to hold back a scream or slam my legs closed as he increases the speed of his fingers.

Without warning, I felt his lips begin to trail lower and lower, adding more pleasure, leaving me woozy and senseless.

I almost did screamed when I felt his lips touch my hipbone before he continued his torture down to my thigh, this time flicking his tongue lightly on my skin.

As his hands kneaded the flesh on my thighs.

"Ahh!!"

"What's wrong…?"

"Was-n't —expecting— you—to do that…" I gasped, breathlessly.

"I haven't even started, amore." He muttered, against my skin.

As soon as he spoke I felt his lips move onto my sensitive bundle of nerves, his tongue flicking slowly as his lips lightly sucked.

I screamed out in surprise, throwing my head back onto the pillow, before my hands wound themselves in his hair, and my hips bucked up and down.

He began to groan as his head moved to the side, and he flattened his tongue and flicked it up and down. Within seconds a warm sensation formed in my stomach and shot throughout my body, leaving me to see colors behind my lids as my lips parted and a small gasp came out.

I could feel as Anthony kissed his way back up my body.

"Do you still want to continue? We can stop here if that is what you want…" he whispered in my ear.

I weakly nod my head at him and clear my throat.

When the cloudiness in my head left I slowly sat up and looked over at him, I slowly climbed onto his lap, silently leaning into him as he leaned onto the headboard.

I slowly moved forward and pressed my lips onto his in a tender kiss. "Yes, I still would like to… continue…"

His eyes searched in mine for what felt like a long time, before he sighed, and reached up to bring my lips back to his.

I could feel as his fingers slowly dug into my hair, as he deepened the kiss, slowly beginning to rock his hips against my center, causing me to whimper.

As he kissed me, he slowly turned us, and laid me down on the bed once more before he sat up to free his impressive erection.

His body covered mine once more, this time kissing me tenderly, as he positioned himself.

"It's going to hurt... You must tell me at once if I'm hurting you in any way or form, or if it hurts too much… and I'll stop at once." He tells me.

I nodded in response, in anticipation.

With one last look into my eyes, he lowered his lip to meet mine as I felt the tip of his erection line up with my entrance.

I gasped as I felt him slowly push in, and begin stretching me out, the stinging sensation slowly turning to a burning sensation as I felt him reach the barrier.

"Are you--sure?" He asked, in a controlled voice.

I nodded in response, "Ye-Yes." I gasped, as I fisted the sheets in my hands.

As I felt his hip buck forward, and break the barrier.

I let out a sharp inhale, which caused him to stop and tense.

"I'm sorry I caused you pain, amore mio." He whispered along with sweet nothings as he kissed my tears away.

"I-It's f-fine." I whispered, "Just- Just give me a moment." I told him.

He nodded in response, holding his body as still as possible as he peppered my neck with soft, gentle kisses.

A few moments later the burning and pain subsided, and I slowly exhaled.

"You-- You can move now..." I whispered, flexing my hips against his, causing him to let out a deep groan.

As he slowly starts to move, I feel the burning pain slowly turn into pleasure, and I help the moan that escapes me, as he slowly increases his speed.

"Oh...mio dio!" I cried, as his hips moved against mine.

The slapping of skin, and our moans, groans, and exclamations could be heard echoing around the room.Along with the sound of the mattress springs squeaking in protest along with the sound of slapping skin.

His hands tightened around my hips, causing me to wrap my legs around his hips, and cry out in pleasure with my head thrown back into the pillow.

He suddenly shifted positions, hitting me at a new angle, increasing the waves of pleasure that hit me. Taking me by surprise.

I could feel as the muscles in my stomach began to tighten once more.

We both exclaimed, "Oh fuck!"

Spurts of color shot behind my lids as I felt my body begin to shake, as we both rode out our climaxes.

Once our labored breathing normalized, he slowly moved off of me. Slowly making his way to the bathroom, before returning with a warm wet cloth.

He then helped me clean up, before we both sunk into a tired, dreamless sleep.