Alec Volturi
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The event had continued in the same dull tedious manner. I was topping up my drink scanning the room as my father and nother danced. I thought about my fathers words. Why not Renesnee Cullen? She was pretty enough to het my dick to stand at attention, smart enough and lnew how thos world work mostly. Her braziness out on yhe balcony suprised me. Perhaps she was not the timid mouse I had labelled her as. Her choice of drink suprised me and I had not clocked her the ballroom again.
A quick glance at the Cullen's and I coild see Carlisle and Edward deep on conversation. They seemed to be having a disagreement but were maintaining their stoic poker faces. Isabella was talking to Jacob Nero. There convenient was certainly plesant as Isabella had a hand on Nero's arm. Those two would probably be a good match if Isabella was not already married.
Isabella was scanning the roim and frowned beforw turning to Jacob Nero with pout on her lips. To my shock horror her pulled out a small black box and tossed into the air before catching it causing Isabella to giggle at rhe sight. He had a ring and he wanted a piblic proposal. How could this bafoon not realise his own idiotocy astounded me. This was a 40 year old man hopong to propse to a 18 year old girl. If he could find her that is.
I groaned knowing I was on a time limit. Of not her then it would be aomeone else. I swung back my scotch and pulled out my mobile.
I sent Renesmee a text asking her where she was hiding. I got no response causing me to frown. Withon a few moments my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Sir Mr Volturi ..." The man on the other rnd sounded nervous. "I'm sorry to bother you. However ... that is, the lady toy sent to get your car well..."
What lady?" I made my way out to the exit. Unclear where the cars were actually parked.
"Um the one who said you wantednher to dtive the cat around?" Was this prick for real? A screech of tires could be hears in the background. Aftet femanding to know where the cars were patked I followes the directions to a car park to see aomeone attempting to drive my car. And that someone was Renesnee Cullen. The young vallet ran ovet, ted faced, sweaty palms as the gears whined in protest. I yanked the drivers door open.
"Renesmee get out of the car," I ordered.
"I want to leave," she hiccuped. It was obvious she had had more than one scotch and that ot had gone to her head. Her eyes looked red as if she had been crying.
"I will drive," I reasoned but rather than getting out of the car Renesmee shuffled awkwardly to the passenger seat. "You can forget getting a tip," I snarled at the college student. How the hell had she gotten my car keys? How did she convince the vallet to give her my car keys? How did she manage to get it out of the scae without bashing into another car? I knew she did not drive. She told me as such on one of our outings. There is probably going to be a scratch.
I waited until we were out of the parking lot and down the street before I turned to her.
"You really thought stealing my car would be a good way to get ny attention?" I looked at her. Her head was against the window her palm holding het cheek.
"I thought I bored you, " she mumbled. "I wanted to show you that Im not just some goody two shoes school girl."
"So you decided to become a felon," I snarked.
"Arent we all in our families," she snapped back.
"No we are not," I rolled my eyes. "I told you I have never been caught doing anything illegal. You on the other hand stole my car and was driving without a license and left a witness to your crime."
"Next time I'll be sure to run the valet over," she mumbled. It was unclear whether she was trying to tell a joke or be serious.
"Hate to break it to you princess but auto theft is not a career for you," I declared. Her face made her melancholy feelings known.
"Forgive me if I wanted to be reckless at least once in my life," she rolled her eyes at me naking me tighten my grip on the leather steering wheel. Apart of ne wanted to stip the car, hoist her over my lap and tan her hide buy I did not have that right. Yet.
"Can I ask you a question?" She mumbled sitting up from her slouched position. "Why wont you marry me?" Fuck if that was not an akward question. "Is there someone else? If there is I would understand."
"There is no one else," I admitted causing her to sigh loudly.
"Will you get out of having to marry if you reject everyí girl your family throw your way? She asked That made me think about my answer. I never thought about not marrying some day. It was unheard of in our family. Chances are I would be cut off and yeah I still had my own businesses for cash but they would tank without the family connections and support.
"No it has veen made clear I beed to marry someone," I stopped at the res light and took the moment to look at her.
"Then why can we not find a way to
cu upmake this work to our advantage?" She asked her back straight eyes zeroing in on my own.
"Its a bit more complicated than that princess," I chided her.
"What is making this so complicated?" She hummed. "What is it you want out of a wife? Huh? Do you want a wee man on her arm who attends social events or someone who is invisible? Shall we not see each other apart from when an heir is needed?"
"If I am to marry I would be expected to have children. I would want a woman in my bed who knows the lifestyle. Who knows when to keep their mouth shut," I rattled off a list and realised these were all things Renesmee Cullen could probably accomplish.
"So I am not pretty enough for you?" She asked naively.
" You are a pretty girl Renesmee but you are still a girl," I looked her up and down before returning my attention to the traffic. She was young, inexperienced and would get hurt.
" I am eighteen years old and legally allowed to marry. My choices are a twemty fice yeat old or a fourty year old. Forgive me if I try a ditch effort to thwart the latter," she bitterly spat. "Drop me off anywhere here?"
" I can't I'll make sure you get home safely," I shook my head. Dropping her off in yhis state was not an option.
"Who said I was going home? If I am going to have no control of my life then I intend to enjoy the rest of this night. Either drop me off here or take me to a club," she ordered bringing out her phone to ise the camera as a mirror as she reapplied lipstick.
I didn't want to point out the obvious that she would not get in. She was already drunk, and had no fake ID. Then again she got a drink at the gala and managed to get the keys of my car. The truth was I didn't want to disappear her. I felt as if I had signed her death warrent. I was subjecting her to a life with Jacob Nero. I lingering thought briefly concluded that a bullet to the head would be far kinder. Renesmee Cullen sat in silence looking out the window at the passing lights. It felt like an eternity with the slow pace of the traffic. It took Renesmee a while to realise we were leaving Manhattan and heading to Brooklyn.
"Where are you taking me?" She questioned gripping the handle at the side.
"We are goig to Brooklyn. My brother has a nightclub there. It will be wasier to get you on and less chance of you bimping into someone you know," I answered smoothly trying to put her at ease. She then started to fiddle with her hair pulling out various pins which made ne suspect they had been torturing her head. Her fingers went through her locks to seperate the braid making her curly hair look more voluminous and wild. It made her look more sexy.
Eventually me made it to Brooklyn. I passed the keys to the vallet and made it clear only I would be asking for the vehicle. Renesmee was already walking in skipping the line like she owned rhe place. I quickened my steps to keep up with her and prevent the bodyguars dor IDing her with a look. I could hear moans outside from the waiting punters.
The beam of the strobe lights, the smell of smoke, sweat and alcohol. The floor was sticky from spilt drinks. The girls were dancing in the cages and waitresses were serving cheap shots.
"Come on I want to dance," Renesmee spied the dancefloor which was filled with girls wearing high heels and short tight dresses and men in tight skinny jeans that looked as if they were cutting of circulation.
Renesmee had made her way to the dance floor. Her grasp ob my wrist indicated she wanted me to dance with her.
"Im going for a smoke," I pulled away. I walked over to one of the security on the floor who I recognised last time. "Keep a close eye on the red head. Make aure shw doesnt leabe or get herself into trouble."
"Understood Mr Volturi," I slipped a hundred bill into his pocket as I walked past. I avoided the outdoor smoking lounge and instead went up to the suite which was usually reserved for my brother to entertain. I walked in and devided to send him a text saying I would be staying here. No sense going back to the hotel. About a minute after I texted him my phone rang.
"Hello brother hows the gala?" I asked him.
"Fucking chaos the Cullens and Nero are on the hunt for that Renesmee girl. The fact that you have left too has made them suspicious that she has run off with you."
"Well technically I ran off with her," I poured myself a drink of water wanting to aober myself up.
"Are you fucking mad," Felix then preceded to curae me out in italian. " The Cullens and Nero think she has been kidnapped. They are going to think you kidnapped her. She is meant to be gettinf proposed to by Nero. Father is already pissed at you for fucking this up."
"Well if its any consolation she isnt thrilled about marrying Nero either," I took another gulp.
" You have two choices here Fratello minore," I could almost see Felix wagfing his finger. " Return the girl to Nero for her proposal, smooth things over with the Cullens with some excuse and get an ass kicking from Padre."
"Or," not liking that option at all.
"Phone father and tell him you are marrying the girl," Felix sighed.
"I'll phone father in a few hours. Just dont tell anyone we are here," I tried to reason with the prick.
"Phone father within the hour or I will tell gim you have the Cullen girl. Then it will be his decision," Felix hanged up. Well thats just great!