Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Twenty-One

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter 121

BPOV

"Banging the pots and pans will not make Edward come back any sooner, bambina," Emmett chortled from her perch on the stool by the kitchen island.

"It's been five days since I've seen him, douche," I snapped. "I miss him."

"It's not like he doesn't call, Bella. Whenever he gets a spare moment, you two are on the phone," Emmett said, clacking on the computer. "Besides, isn't it true that absence makes the heart grow fonder?"

I scowled at Emmett, who was giving me an impish smirk. "I just wish they were home. I love you, Em, but you're not Edward."

"I don't make you scream like Edward," Emmett guffawed. "That would be weird, bambina, since we're related."

EWWWWWW! "Fuck off, fucko!" I growled, throwing several apples at him. "I do not scream."

"Bambina, for the love of all that's holy, you scream like a banshee when you and Edward are getting it on. The last night in Italy? I had to put in ear plugs from your combined moans, screams and pounding of the headboard against the wall," Emmett deadpanned. Arching a brow, he gave me an evil grin. "And don't think that we don't know about the office in Twilight."

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My face flamed and I turned back to my search for the perfect pan. How could they know? Nothing was out of order. I sprayed the hell out of that room and lit a shit-ton of candles; it didn't smell like sex, sweat and sex...yeah, lots of sex.

I miss sex.

"She doesn't deny it. So, it must be true," Emmett laughed. "I wonder what you defiled..."

"Don't make me hurt you," I spat. The doorbell rang. While sticking out my tongue, I stomped to answer the door since Emmett was too busy laughing like a fucking hyena. Wrenching open the door, my gaze fell on Angie. She was standing contritely, wringing her hands and furtively looking anywhere but me. We hadn't talked since she left Italy. I was still pissed off at her easy brush off my almost-attack and she was mad because I didn't bounce back like usual. I didn't say anything, for fear of me telling her to fuck off. Angie had always been a close friend, in addition to being family. But her actions in Rome, cut to the quick.

"Hi," she said, her voice unsteady. "Can we talk?"

I blinked a few times, wanting to slam the door in her face. But, I didn't. "Sure, come in," I said blandly. I stepped to the side and led her into the family room, next to Edward's old room. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"A shot would be nice," she snorted. I arched a brow. "I'm good, thanks."

I walked over to the small fridge we had hidden in the bookcase and pulled out two bottles of water. I tossed one to Angie, sitting on the fluffy chair opposite of her. "How's Ben?"

"Oh, we broke up," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "He was nice, but the chemistry wasn't there."

"You two were all over each other in Italy," I said, sipping my water.

"He broke up with me because of my actions with you," she muttered, pulling off the label from the water bottle. "He had an older sister who was attacked in a similar fashion at a club in New York, when she was in college. However, she didn't have anyone to save her. She tried to kill herself, but instead ended up with some pretty serious, long-term injuries. She's in a nursing home because she can't care for herself as a result of her failed suicide attempt."

"Wow," I said, sad for Ben and his sister. However, it put me on edge. Was her visit genuine or was it a ploy to get back into the good graces with her ex-boyfriend?

"I know what you're thinking," she sighed, running her fingers through her hair.

"Enlighten me," I said flatly, sitting back in my chair.

"You think I'm here to ingratiate myself to Ben," she said, her eyes flashing with anger. "You don't think that I'm here to make us better."

"Are you? Tell me, Angie. Why are you here? I haven't heard from you since the end of June. It's the near the end of August."

"I am here to try and save, salvage our friendship. I am also here to try and save the best relationship I ever had with a guy. I'm not going to lie about that. Ben is amazing and I love him," Angie replied, her voice quaking. "Please, Bella?"

A/N: Should Bella forgive Angie? Leave your thoughts...

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