Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Six

Twilight...not mine (sigh). **Graphic Violence Warning**

Chapter 146

I woke up nauseous and woozy. I also felt like I had an audience. I blinked again. When my vision cleared, I saw three men standing at my feet. Thankfully, I was covered with the duvet cover. I blinked again and saw James, Riley and Aro staring at me.

"I don't see it," Aro said, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, it's a little hard now," James said as he held up his hands. "She's got your nose and the same shaped lips. They're a little misshapen right now."

"You could have not beat the crap out of her face," Aro snarled, punching James and sending him flying. He landed heavily on his back. "Get the fuck out. I want to talk to Isabella."

"Come on, boss! I want to be in here and see her face when you tell her," James sulked.

"GET OUT!" Aro screamed, tossing objects in the direction of James' voice.

"James, come on. We can see it on the television," Riley snickered. I heard a shuffle and the door slammed shut.

"Ingrates," Aro sneered before turning back to me. He scrutinized my face and pulled away the duvet cover. He chuckled and covered me back up. Thank heavens for little favors. "You remind me of your mother, in more ways than one, Isabella."

"Fuck you, Aro," I spat.

"That would not be advisable," he chuckled evilly, tenting his hands. "Incest isn't looked on very highly in the world."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked, frustrated at the whole situation. The torture, the mind games, the cryptic answers, all of it was just too much.

"I'm your father, Isabella. I had one magical night with Renee and you were conceived. You are my baby girl," Aro said, his brown eyes sparkling. He reached down, caressing my cheek with his cold hands. I tried to move away. He captured my jaw, squeezing it painfully.

"You're lying," I said, my voice quivering and tears spilling over my cheeks.

"Nope," he replied, taking out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket. It was a DNA analysis between Aro and me. There was no mistake that he was my biological father. "Charlie will be devastated. Or perhaps, we can make a trade..." He laughed airily, tossing the paper over his shoulder.

Tears were falling freely from my eyes and I couldn't look at the man who was my sperm donor. Charlie will always be my father. Not Aro.

"Aren't you curious what I mean?" Aro asked, dancing to the other side of the table. "Renata is Charlie's little girl. Sulpulcia loved Charlie and they had a long-time affair. That brat is not my kid and now I know why she acted like that. It's because she's got del Cigno blood in her veins. Not Volturi."

"It's not about the blood in her veins, it's about how she was raised," I sneered. "She acts like a whore because her mother and father didn't show her a normal, loving relationship. Renata is a spoiled brat. Yes, Charlie fucked around with my mom, but I knew he loved her. He loved her until she died. He still loves her."

"If he loved her so much, why did Renee come to me?" Aro asked haughtily.

"You probably pulled the same stunt with her that you're pulling with me," I growled. "You took her and held her against her will." Aro's eyes flashed and I knew it was true. "There's a name for that, Aro. It's called rape. You raped my mother and I was the result."

"You want to know another thing, Isabella?" Aro seethed, turning away from me.

"Not particularly, no," I said, sounding bored.

"Too fucking bad," Aro said, his voice filled with venom. He held a knife to my neck and he stared at me. "Your mom didn't die of natural causes. I had her poisoned. She knew too much and she needed to be exterminated."

"First you rape her and then you murder her?" I asked, tears falling out of my eyes. "What kind of monster are you?"

"One that gets what he wants," he said.

"Boss, you've got to take this phone call," said Riley, walking into the room.

"Not now, Riley," Aro barked.

"Take the call, boss," Riley said, shoving a cell phone into Aro's hand.

Unmuting the phone, he schooled his face and smoothly replied. "This is Aro Volturi...Really? Hmmmm, interesting Miss Clearwater. Tell Mr. del Cigno that I'll be in touch with him in a week...now? I don't know if that will work," Aro said sweetly. His hand was curled into a rigid claw, showing his anger. He closed his eyes, snapping the phone shut. He paced the length of the room before he dialed a few numbers. "Ah, my dear friend. It's Aro," he began. "Your attorney contacted me and said you had some business to discuss. Can't we do it over the phone?"

I heard my dad's tinny voice through the phone. I couldn't understand what he was saying or how he sounded, but I felt some solace in hearing him.

I love you, Daddy.

"I heard about dear Bella. Her face is plastered all over the news." He looked at me and walked over to me. His eyes were glittering evilly. "Do they know who took her?" His hand gently caressed my cheek as his eyes deadened. When he spoke again, his voice was flat and robotic. "I'm in Portland in the moment, dealing with a situation." His hand wrapped around my neck. "Perhaps when I return?" He released my neck and he looked at James, who had come in with Riley when he brought in the phone, giving him a slight nod. James' fists pistoned on my stomach and I screamed in distress. "I need to go, Charlie..."

James continued his attack on me and I sobbed for it to end. James eventually stopped, sweating and glowering at me. "Do what you want with her. I don't care. When you're done, make sure that the body is unrecognizable. I want her gone by the end of the day," Aro said woodenly, turning on his heel.

"Now we're in for a good time, Isabella," James smiled before knocking me unconscious. Again.

A/N: Don't hate me...please? Aro is a sick mother fucker. Just saying. Stay with me, kids. Please? We're getting closer...

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