Mafia Princess

Chapter Thirty-Three

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter Thirty-Three

Renata scowled at Bella before sidling up to the shorter guy in Aro's crew. "This is my boyfriend, Demetri," she scoffed.

"I'm not your boyfriend," Demetri growled, removing Renata's hands from his body. "I'm your fucking bodyguard."

"Demetri," Aro barked, glaring at him.

Bella giggled silently next to me. I bit my lip to hold back my own laughter. Dissension among the ranks. Demetri narrowed his eyes and tugged Renata to his side. Renata squealed, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Are you attending the funeral, Aro?" Charlie asked conversationally.

"I wouldn't miss it," Aro replied, giving Bella an appraising look. I tightened my hold around Bella's waist. "You two look comfy. How long have you been dating?"

"We just started dating," I answered. "We met at Verdant about a month ago and well, we hit it off. Right, Little One?"

"Yeah," she beamed, looking up at me. I kissed her forehead sweetly. "I couldn't be happier."

Aro snorted before taking Sulpicia's arm. "Well, we'll see you tomorrow," he said coldly. Demetri was dragged away by Renata. He looked like he'd rather have an enema than have Aro's slutty daughter hang all over him. His friend glared at us as he followed them. Once they were gone, we all relaxed.

"Do you think he suspected anything?" Emmett asked.

"What would he suspect?" Charlie asked. "He couldn't do anything. He was just being a sick bastard coming here."

"How's Jacob?" Bella asked, sitting down next to her father. She scooted over and gently tugged in my suit jacket. I sat down next to her. I wasn't sure how to act around her. Yes, her father outed us as 'dating' to Aro Volturi but do we still maintain that front?

"He's a mess, bambina," Emmett frowned. Bella reached for my hand, lacing our fingers together. Guess that answers the question. "He's been on a two day bender. Rachel and Rebecca had to physically wash him and force him to the funeral home. They're worried about him doing something stupid, like kill himself or kill Charlie."

"That won't happen," Seth said quietly. "I love Jacob like a brother, but no one will get close to Charlie."

"What has he taken?" Bella asked, her brow furrowing.

"Mixing alcohol and pills. Some coke, too," Emmett muttered. "He hasn't eaten since the meeting with Cacciatore and yeah, he's fucked up."

"Are you going to punish him for hitting you?" Bella snapped, her temper flaring. "I get that he's hurting but he shouldn't have hit you."

"Yes, he should have. Billy jumped in front of the bullet that was meant for me, baby girl," Charlie whispered, brushing Bella's hair from her neck. "I should be in that box. Not Billy."

"But you're not. Edward and Emmett got you out of there," Bella said as she wrapped her arms around Charlie's neck. "I hate that Billy sacrificed himself but I get to keep you."

"You do, baby girl," he smiled. "I love you, Isabella. You are the light in my life. I hope you know that." She giggled, snuggling into his side.

We stayed at the wake until the funeral director ushered us out. She spoke with Charlie, Rebecca and Rachel about the plan for the following day. Everyone was arriving at nine in the morning, processing to the church at ten and a gravesite ceremony afterward.

We all clambered into the limo. Unlike the drive to the funeral parlor, Emmett was seated next to Charlie while Bella was next to me. She was shivering, wearing only a light t-shirt and a thin scarf thing. "Here," I whispered, giving her my suit coat.

"Thank you," she mumbled sleepily. "Very boyfriend-like."

"I try," I deadpanned, grinning crookedly. She giggled, putting her head on my shoulder. Within a few moments, she was dead to the world. I looked over at Charlie. He was smiling wistfully at us. Emmett, the moron he was, gave me a thumbs up, grinning like a buffoon. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window of the limo, trying to ignore the woman using my shoulder as a pillow.

However, her perfume was wafting over me. Her hair was tickling my neck and she cuddled against me, whimpering quietly. It was hard to ignore her.

All too soon, we arrived at Charlie's home. Emmett helped Charlie out of the car and I was still inside of the limo, trying to figure out how to wake up Bella. The bigger dilemma was that I didn't want to. I wanted pick up her tiny body, hold her against my chest and carry her to my bed.

And fuck her senseless, but let's not go there now, Cullen.

"Hmmmm, Edward," she moaned, wrapping her arms around my waist. Her head moved to my chest, settling above my frantically beating heart. "Il mio prottetore, mio tesoro, mio angelo..."

My protector, my treasure, my angel...

Dear God, how am I supposed to stay away?

A/N: No pics with this one...though I do have a few thank yous. Thanks to Edwardsouthern Bella, Allison and Julie from my Facebook Group for their assistance in picking a 'nickname' for FBI/Mafiaward. One of those sleep utterings will be his nickname. Want to help out or get extra teasers, check out my group: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. You can also find me on twitter, too: tufano79.

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