Mafia Princess

Chapter Eight

New Story...I'm attempting a drabble. Rather, my version of drabble...a 1000 words or less per chapter. (Dear God, I'm afraid.) But excited, too. It'll force me to be more forward with my plotlines and yeah. Anyhow, none of this mine. I'm not, nor ever will be, Stephenie Meyer. I just like to play with her characters.

Chapter Eight

"Do I trust Edward?" Emmett asked, blinking his eyes.

"Yeah, Emmett. Something about him just freaks me out," I said, narrowing my eyes at my cousin. "Daddy was very cryptic when I asked him about his meeting with Edward a couple of weeks ago. He only said that he had a probationary mission. After that, he's in. Seems awfully fast."

"You've been watching too much television, Bella," Emmett snickered. "Edward is a great guy. Real salt of the earth type of man. He had a rough life. His mom was killed by his dad and he actually killed his dad in retaliation at the age of fourteen."

"So, he's the pinnacle of goodness," I deadpanned.

"His dad was a drunk who beat his mom and him for fun, Bella. The beatings that Edward described were brutal and I don't blame him for what he did. Is Edward a punk? Yeah, but I'd want him to watch my back," Emmett explained. "He's going to help us tonight with another delivery to James' crew."

"More guns?"

"Nope. Drugs, this time," Emmett said. "Your dad's going to help, too. It's a big delivery."

"What?!"

"Relax, bambina, Uncle Charlie will be protected. Jacob is coming and I'm also going to be on your dad's security detail," Emmett soothed, patting my hand. I was not comforted. I hated when Daddy went on runs like this. At least, he was going to be local. When he did this shit in San Francisco or Portland, it scared me even more. "Also, Billy, Jacob's father is going to help out on this run, as well. Don't worry about it."

"Too late, Emmett," I said, arching a brow. "Anyhow, distract me. Give me details about Edward. What does he look like? Tats? Last name? Shit like that." The waiter came and delivered our appetizer. Emmett took most of it while I swiped a few bites.

"Okay, so Edward's last name is Masen. He's 6'2" with brownish/reddish/copperish hair. His eyes are green and he's lean. He's got one tat. It's on his forearm. It's his grandfather's family's crest or some shit like that. Now, he's got a foul mouth. He fits in with us easily with how he talks. Originally, he was born in Chicago but moved out here once he turned eighteen to get a fresh start," Emmett explained, shoveling the food into his mouth.

"How old is he now?"

"Twenty-six. Going to be twenty seven in June," Emmett answered. "Bambina, he's trustworthy. He's a hard worker and fuck, he's amazing with a gun. I'd never seen a target like his when he demonstrated his shooting skills."

"Do you have a man crush on this guy?" I teased as I pushed away my plate of bruschetta. The waiter cleared it and put down my order of oysters with cheese sauce.

"I do not have a man crush, Isabella," Emmett chided. "I just respect him. I think he can go far in our organization." He waved the waiter and had his meal delivered, too. "How's school? You still getting your degree?"

"I'm still in school, getting a degree in English Literature," I said. "I have finals coming up in a couple of weeks. So, I'll be focusing a lot on papers and projects. Yay!" I gave a sarcastic little gesture before taking another sip of wine.

"You'll do awesome, bambina," Emmett reassured.

"I have no doubt that I'll kick ass, but it means I'll have to work," I grumbled.

"Out all of us in the family, Bella, you're the smartest. Shit, you could probably get out of the business and make something real of yourself," Emmett sighed.

"Don't you like it?" I asked, shocked at his admission.

"The money's good and I love working with family, but the violence is getting to me, bambina," Emmett muttered. "Aro's mooks are getting more and ballsier. It's only a matter of time before someone gets hurt. Someone close, you know?" He scrubbed his face, pushing away his meal. "I'm probably overreacting. Obviously not helping your trepidation about the mission tonight and your dad being there."

"Nope," I said, looking at my cousin. "Emmett, you fucking promise me that nothing happens to Daddy. Got it?"

"I promise, bambina," he vowed.

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