Mafia Princess

Chapter Twenty-Six

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter Twenty-Six

We left Uncle Cenzo's tailor shop. Edward was very quiet. There was a fire in his eyes and I could tell it wasn't the good kind. He was stewing over something. "Let's get breakfast," Angie said. "I'm hungry. I don't like to eat so early."

"Geraldine's Counter sound good to you?" I asked.

"Yes! I am dying for their strawberry French toast," she moaned.

"Do you know where that's at?" I questioned Edward.

"Yep," he said curtly. Turning on the indicator, he got onto the highway. Angie poked my arm, giving me a shocked expression. I shrugged and plugged in my iPod. May as well mask the tense atmosphere with music, yeah? He parked the car and we went into the breakfast hang out. Angie grabbed a table while I went to the bathroom. Edward followed me.

"You're not going in the ladies room, are you?" I giggled.

"No." He leaned against the wall with his arms across his chest.

"What's your deal, Edward? You were find up until Uncle Cenzo's shop," I said.

"Why did you say that we were dating, Bella? I'm your bodyguard. I don't want to mislead anyone into thinking that we're something else," he said, his jade eyes narrowing at me.

"Uncle Cenzo is a close friend of the family and doesn't understand the need for protection," I shrugged. "Besides, I think he also works for Aro Volturi, making his suits, too. If he asks questions about our family, you won't be associated as being a bodyguard, but as my boyfriend. It would be a ruse and confuse the shit out of Aro."

"Fine. For Vincenzo, we'll maintain that front. But, I'd prefer if you don't touch me unless absolutely necessary," he said, his eyes sparkling with anger.

"Why?"

"Just don't touch me. Just like you don't call me Eddie," he spat. He panted heavily, pinching his nose. "Look, go to the bathroom so we can get through this shopping spree, okay?"

"Okay," I said as I slipped into the women's room. I took care of business, washing my hands and walking back to the table. Angie was chatting with Edward, presumably flirting with him. He politely nodded but it was clear that he wasn't comfortable with her advances. "Did you order yet?"

"Just coffee. The server will be back in a little bit," Angie answered. "I was just chatting with Edward. Did you know he was from Chicago?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I moved out here when I was eighteen to get a fresh start," he murmured. "I didn't have a very good childhood. So, moving across the country made sense."

"How old are you now?" Angie asked.

"Twenty-six. I'll be twenty-seven in a month," he blushed as he sipped his coffee.

"When? We can throw you a party," Angie giggled.

"It's not necessary. I'm not a big birthday guy. It's just another day," he said, his eyes widening.

"Please, what day?" Angie wheedled.

"Just tell her. She won't shut up if you don't," I smirked.

"Fine. June twentieth," he grumbled. "But no parties, Angie."

"Got it," she grinned.

We ordered our breakfast and chatted about random shit. Well, Angie and I talked. Edward just sat there quietly, barely eating his meal. Something was really bothering him. I think. Who am I to say? I barely know the guy. However, dream Edward is quite the amazing lover with all of the swagger and confidence of some of the biggest assholes in the country, but with a heart of gold.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Edward brooding and Angie and I doing our thing. We both found some very sedate and demure dresses for Billy's wake and funeral. After we found our dresses, I walked to the men's section of the store, grabbing a sales clerk. He looked at Edward, grinning eagerly. I explained that I wanted an entire wardrobe for him but without having him try it on. The clerk squealed gleefully and ran around the men's section, picking up various shirts, jeans, dress pants and other accessories. I bought all of it, sight on seen, signing my name on the credit slip for Edward's new wardrobe.

It was bagged and I carried all of the clothes toward Angie and Edward. Angie was texting on her phone while Edward was looking imposing. He made it look easy. His broad shoulders, sullen glare and tense body, he definitely was imposing. "Last stop," I chirped. "Haircut."

"I just got my haircut," Angie said, looking at me like I was an idiot.

"I know, dork. I'm talking about this one," I said, waving my hand in front of Edward's face.

"What? Oh, no. My hair's fine," Edward grumbled.

"You look like a hippie. Besides, we made a deal," I admonished, glaring at him. His jade eyes narrowed and he huffed out a breath. I took that as a victory and led him to my salon of choice. Since I was there every week or so to get my pussy waxed, I kind of got preferential treatment. The girl led Edward back to get his hair chopped while Angie and I enjoyed complimentary pedicures. An hour later, Edward was done and oh Mylanta did he look fucking hot! His hair, now expertly cut, stuck up every which way but with a purpose. His unique color was highlighted with the cut. His jaw looked more angular and his nose was nothing short of perfection.

"Are you going to tap that?" Angie giggled in my ear.

I want to, I thought mentally. "We'll see," I answered cryptically.

A/N: Edward's makeover is on my blog. Link in my profile. Find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on twitter: tufano79. Leave me some lovin!

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