Mafia Princess

Chapter Sixty-Four

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter Sixty-Four

"What will happen if my father gets caught, Edward? Will you take care of me?"

"Bella, are you sure you want me? I'm an uneducated, mafia thug. I've worked hard all of my life for pennies. Being with you is closest I've ever gotten to real money. I still feel like I'm not worthy of you," he said, giving me a sidelong glance.

"Edward, stop it. You are worthy of me. You're an amazing man with a good heart. And uneducated? That can be easily fixed. You're smart and I saw you absorb all of that information during my classes. Hell, I think you probably could have taken the finals with me and gotten a higher score," I teased.

"Okay, Little One," he said, wrapping his arms around me. "What do you want to do today?"

"I'm still a little jet lagged. I was thinking a day at the pool," I giggled.

"You've got a pool?"

"Two of really. One's indoors, underneath this floor and the other is on the west side of the house with a hot tub," I explained.

"I don't have any swim trunks," he grumbled.

"Skinny dipping?"

"Little One," he admonished.

"Fine, fine. We'll get you some swim trunks. I want to get a new bikini anyway," I said. "Let me shower and then we can go."

"How? Car?"

"Oh, I've got dual citizenship and a driver's license here in Italy. I'm going to shower," I said. "You can join me."

"You are a temptress and I've already showered," he snorted, kissing my neck. I pouted as I crawled over him. With a brazen look, I removed my top, tossing it into his face. He growled as he threw my shirt onto the bed, watching me as I jogged to the bathroom, topless. Just before I closed the door, I shimmied out of my shorts and kicked them out with my leg. He groaned. I just giggled. I prayed he'd follow me into the bathroom, but he didn't.

He's sexy as fuck but has the restraint of a monk.

After I showered, I dressed in a pair of floral shorts and a matching pink tank top. I threw my hair into a messy ponytail and swiped my purse, passport, Italian driver's license and cell phone, sashaying to living room. Edward was flipping the channels on the television but turned it off when he saw me. I slid on my sunglasses and walked out into the garage. My dad loved to collect cars. I was in a mood for something fast so I picked the keys for his black Alfa Romeo Spyder. It was a beautiful day and dropping the top sounded ideal. Edward was dancing by the passenger door, appearing nervous. "You okay, tesoro?"

"I feel weird going out and not having anything to protect you," he said.

"Oh, right. Come with me," I said as I pulled him back in the house. In my dad's office, I opened the painting behind his desk and punched in a few numbers, unlocking the safe behind it. I handed Edward a gun, a glock and a full clip. "Is this okay?"

He loaded it expertly, checking the safety and if the gun needed to be oiled. "I'd like to test it, but for now, it'll do," he said as he cleared the bullet out of the chamber.

"We can go to a gun range tomorrow. A friend of my father's owns one in the country, about an hour from here. Would you like that?"

"Very much so," Edward said as he clipped the gun around his thigh using a thigh holster under his shorts. "Ready?"

I nodded, not really able to speak since I was so turned on by watching him handle that gone so well. My thong panties were drenched and I know my nipples were pressing against my tank top. Licking my lips, I led Edward back out to the car and turned over the sleek, black vehicle, dropping the top. I drove down to Sorrento. Parking the car in a secured garage, I dragged Edward to several well-known shops. I bought both of us a ton of swimwear. Edward tried to pay for some, but I was too quick. My black AMEX was getting a work out. But, all of the swimwear was on sale. Before we went back, Edward found a little trattoria and we shared a Caprese salad and some gelato.

We got back to the villa around three. The sun was still warm but not to the point where we'd burn to a crisp. We changed into our bathing suits. Before we went out to the pool, I threw some chicken breasts into some marinade and putting it into the fridge. Edward and I went out onto the porch, setting up some towels. I decided to not put on sunblock since I was used to this weather. Edward was very fair but I loved it. It made his tattoos pop against his porcelain skin. He did have some freckles along the tops of his shoulders and right at his hairline. Other than that, Edward's skin was flawless.

"Do you want to put on some sunblock?" I asked, holding up a tube of SPF 30. He made a face but nodded. He carefully spread it on his arms, torso and legs. I put it on his back, massaging his back as I put on his warm skin. He picked up my hand kissing my palm. He stood up and dove into the water, swimming across pool in one breath. I removed my cover-up, sitting on the edge of the pool, letting the sun hit my body.

"Is that some ink on your body, Miss del Cigno?" Edward asked as he swam back to me.

Busted.

A/N: Pictures of downtown Sorrento, the swimsuits and the Alfa Romeo are on my blog. Check it out. The link's in my profile. Also, find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on Twitter: tufano79. Leave me some lovin!

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