Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Thirty-Seven

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter 137

"Carlisle said that this is your last case," Emmett said quietly.

"It is. I can't do this anymore," I murmured, looking at a picture of Bella and Charlie sitting on the counter. "I want...I need to get better, emotionally and physically. I also want to be the man that Bella deserves, if she wants me."

"What will you do?"

"Go back to school. Finish my law degree. Take the bar and start practicing," I shrugged. Emmett blinked a few times. "Surprised?"

"You can be a lawyer?" he squeaked.

"Two classes and the test," I smirked. "Let me tell you why I joined the FBI, Em..."

"My guess is that you joined the FBI as a sense of duty toward Carlisle," Emmett suggested.

"That's part of it," I began, leading him to the family room. I was still sore as fuck and didn't want to explain my motivation in joining the FBI while standing. We sat down. "I have certain, um, qualities that the government looks for in an agent."

"Like super powers?" he chuckled.

"Kind of. I've got very acute vision. I'm a freak of nature that doesn't need a scope to carry out a sniper assignment. I also have perfect recall. I don't need to memorize things. One look and it's engrained in my brain. I graduated from high school and college extremely early because of that. I was nearly done with law school when Carlisle called me, discussing in vague descriptions about a case. It was intriguing, so I went and applied to the FBI. I sailed through Quantico and was placed on my father's team, despite the agency's trepidation about working with my adoptive father. The only fly in my wine was my psych eval. I pretty much faked it to get into the classes and if the bureau knew the full extent of my psychological issues, I'd be removed from active duty in a heartbeat."

"You're talking about the touch thing?" Emmett asked.

"That's part of it. I also deal with extreme anxiety, panic attacks and flashbacks. I can keep it together, but when I'm on my own, I tend to fall apart," I said. "The only touch I could handle, prior to Bella, was violence or pain. That's why I'm covered with tattoos. If I'm touched without my permission, I have a severe anxiety attack and fall deep into a flashback. That's a risk to my team and to my cover. I have ways to minimize it, but it still happens. I had a big one while I was in Italy when I was hugged by Mario, the guy with the gun range."

"So, why do you want to quit the FBI?" he asked. "You're good at it..."

"I'm one of the youngest and most decorated agents in the bureau, but I can't do this anymore. I may be the best, but it's not conducive for living a life. I can't be a desk agent or an administrator. I'd rather be a field agent, but my heart's not in it. I've seen too much blood, been exposed to way too much violence, drugs, alcohol, rape...I can't do it. My heart is breaking at not knowing where Bella is and so worried that something horrific is happening to her. I've seen what abductions are like. Typically, it doesn't end well. The longer the person is missing, the probability of a 'happy ending' grows lower and lower. Yes, we have more IQ points in that room than a MENSA meeting, but all of those IQ points can't stop time."

"That's if Aro has her," Emmett grimaced.

"This was too orchestrated for it to be just a random kidnapping," I said, narrowing my eyes. "This was planned and when the opportunity presented itself after Bella left my apartment, the kidnapper jumped at the chance."

"Shouldn't we have received a ransom call or something by now?" Emmett asked.

"Aro may not be looking for money. He may just want Bella as a trophy or a plaything for his goons," I shuddered. Visions of Bella being raped by men like Felix and Demetri filled my mind. Anger coursed through my veins and my need to sit in front of the computer began again. "I need to help, Emmett. I've lost nearly fourteen hours because of my injuries. I have to..."

"I know," Emmett smiled. "Save your girl."

"She's not my girl anymore," I muttered sadly, getting up from the couch.

"She will be," Emmett said, giving me a sad smile before walking into the kitchen.

I hope so.

A/N: I told you Emmett would come around. It only took Rose to talk some sense into his dumbass head...thinking with his fists. NOT the smartest decision. Please, leave me some!!! Mob/FBIward needs some lovin!

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