Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Fifty-Nine

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter 159

BPOV

He understands what you're dealing with, Bella. Talk to him. "Will it always be like this? Will I always be an emotional wreck?"

"I can't answer that, baby," he said, sitting back. "I'm still an emotional wreck, but I never allowed myself to heal. Over time, it will get better. I think a great deal of your emotions are tied into seeing your dad."

"I hope so," I sniffled, wrapping my arms around Sylvester.

"Baby girl?" choked Charlie. I turned to him and like that, the dam broke and I lost it.

"I'm going to go," Edward said, grabbing his bag. He crouched down in front of me. "Nothing will change, Little One. He'll always love you." I sobbed as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. Charlie pulled Edward into a hug before he left. My dad sat down on the chair, taking my hands into his.

"Daddy," I sobbed, my ribs groaning in agony.

"Shhhh, baby girl. Daddy's here," he said, crawling into bed with me. He gathered me in his arms, rocking me like he did when I was a girl. I clung to his shirt, letting all of my pent-up emotions out from the past three weeks. I don't know how long I cried, but I was completely spent when my tears dried up.

"I'm so glad you're here," I whispered, my throat dry and scratchy. "I've missed you, Daddy."

"I've missed you, too, baby girl," he murmured. "I'm so grateful that Edward helped me spend this time with you. I hated being taken away after you were set up in the ICU. I cried like a fucking baby the entire way to Sheridan. My spot was next to you, not in some godforsaken squad car."

"I was shocked that he pulled it off," I said, playing with the buttons on my dad's shirt. "Why would he do that for me or for you? He's a bad guy."

"Now, Bella, you know he's not," Charlie chided. "He was sick with worry for you and worked himself to the bone, all while having substantial injuries from you and again from Emmett. He had such a horrible concussion, but he refused to stop looking for you. The man was a machine, stopping at nothing to ensure your release, baby girl."

"Sorry, I'm just still trying to wrap my head around all of it," I said. "You were the one who called the FBI?"

"Yeah. This life was getting to me. I was still grieving Renee and nothing was going right. I needed an out. So, I called the FBI, informing them about the drugs I supplied to local dealers. It was the only thing that could linked to me and to the organization. The rest of our illegal activities were convoluted and would never trace back to anyone in our family. When Emmett told me about this new guy, Edward, I knew that he was the informant."

"Why didn't you say anything to us, Daddy?" I asked, looking up at him. He looked older but his eyes were at peace, despite their worry for me.

"Because, I didn't want to tip off Edward that I knew he was working for the feds. You had to treat him like one of us. If you have to blame someone about Edward not telling you the truth, blame me. Don't punish him because of his job, baby girl. That man loves you more than his own life and would do anything for you," Charlie said fervently.

"I know. It's just that...he lied, Daddy," I hissed.

"He lied out of necessity, Isabella," Charlie retorted. "You can't fake feelings. If you can't get past the lying, don't keep toying with his heart. Edward is a good man and deserves happiness."

"I can't be without him, Dad," I choked out. "Even though you're here, I miss him. I feel like I'm missing something. You know?"

"It's how I felt about your mother," Charlie sighed sadly. "It's how I still feel about her. I wasn't the most faithful in our relationship, but I loved Renee. She kept me straight and kicked my ass when I needed it. Besides, she gave me the most wonderful gift in you, Bella."

My heart stammered in my chest. This was it. This was where I broke Charlie's heart with the truth about my paternity. I desperately wanted to get up and stare out the window and not in my father's eyes as I told him the truth. But, my broken body was still confined to this fucking bed with a cast up to my thigh, a tube stuck in my poon and IVs attached to my arms.

"Dad, there's something I need to tell you," I said, sitting up stiffly. Charlie got up from the bed and sat down on the recliner. I stared at him, my stomach churning. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. I opened my mouth to try and I threw up.

All over my father.

A/N: I've done that before...puked on someone. Not fun. Not fun at all. We're switching back to Edward. You'll see why after I post. Leave me some!

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