Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Twelve

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter 112

"Bella, I've got to run some errands," I said, kissing her ear. It had been a week since the night at the club. Charlie was back and was currently ensconced in his office.

"Don't go," she mumbled sleepily.

"I'll be back soon. I promise," I purred. She huffed, giving me a scowl. I just leaned down and kissed her lips three times before slipping on my jacket. She burrowed under the covers. I chuckled and went downstairs to drink some coffee. Charlie ambled into the kitchen, giving me a smirk. "How's everything in San Francisco? I never got a chance to ask."

"A mess. The operations manager fucked up. I don't know if this is salvageable. We may have to shut down because we've lost so many patrons due to his idiocy. Where are you off to?"

"Oil change. Haircut. Check on my apartment," I shrugged. "Stuff that needs to get done. I figured Bella would be safe here while you and Emmett are close by."

"Smart man," Charlie grunted. "How long do you think you'll be gone?"

"A couple of hours. The latest would be dinner time," I replied.

"Be safe, Edward," Charlie said. "Call if you're going to be later. Bella will be a nervous wreck with you gone. She's grown quite dependent on you."

"See you later, Charlie," I said, picking up my keys. I backed out of the driveway and drove to my shithole apartment. I needed to pick up my ID and badge to gain entrance to the FBI building in Seattle. At my apartment, I checked to make sure my cover wasn't compromised. I was still getting mail under the name of Edward Masen. My shithole apartment was still a shithole apartment, complete with my rats, Wrigley, Comiskey and Bobo. Opening up my safe, I pulled out my badge, glock and ID, sliding it into my pocket. With a sigh, I drove to the garage where I stored my Volvo and swapped out my car. I didn't want a tail and no one knew I had this car.

I parked my Volvo into a space next to Jasper. I checked around me before getting out. I slipped on my ID and clipped my badge to my belt. Going through security was simple enough and I rode the elevator to third floor. Striding off the elevator, I heard the bickering of my co-workers. They were discussing something about a dance show. Some guy named Blue Chip or whatever shouldn't have been eliminated. "Shouldn't you be working?" I chuckled.

"Edward!" they all sang, smiling at me.

"It's about time you showed up, jackass," Rose snorted. "I know you've been back for at least two weeks?"

"How?" I asked, sitting down at my desk.

"We ran into Bella and Emmett at a local café," Alice frowned. "It was all very awkward and well, I think that Bella knows something is up."

"Why would she think that?" I hissed out, my temper flaring.

"Relax, Edward," Jasper said. "Rose said something about going back to South Dakota to deal with family issues. The story we weaved was that she was in Iowa. Maybe Bella picked up on that?"

"We all know that Emmett didn't," Rose deadpanned. "He was more interested in looking at my tits."

"Why do I think that there's more?" I asked flatly.

"She asked me about the bombing investigation. She asked for my card," Alice hissed. "I had to lie and say that I didn't have any cards on me. Then, she asked for my number and I told her to call the Seattle PD, asking for me. If she calls, she's gonna know that Alice Rathbone doesn't exist. It's a bit of a mess." I glared at Alice. She was a seasoned agent. She knew better than that.

"Not to mention, Aro Volturi is back in the states along with his henchmen. He's brewing something big," Rose sighed. I turned to her and watched her weary body. "We've had to pull another undercover agent to try and infiltrate Volturi's crew. It's proven to be unsuccessful, but he's trying."

"Who?" I asked.

"A new agent, Johnny. He's green but has great instincts. Not to mention that he's amazing at assuming different characters while he's undercover. Almost as good as you," Jasper smirked.

"Yeah, well, this case is wearing on me. I don't know if I can keep doing this," I exhaled.

"Special Agent Cullen! My office! NOW!" Carlisle bellowed.

"Somebody's in trouble," Jasper sang.

"Fuck off, asshole," I snorted.

A/N: Slight cliffie...You know the drill, my lovelies!

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