Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Sixty-Three

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter 163

BPOV

"Daddy," I called to him.

"What, baby girl?" he replied, turning off the television.

I blew out a breath of air. "There's something I need to tell you. It affects us all. It's about..." My stomach churned. I whimpered and turned to Edward.

"It's about Aro, Charlie," Edward finished for me. He handed me a garbage can. I clutched it and looked at my dad. "Bella, you have to do this, baby. You're so strong."

Tears welled in my eyes and I looked at the garbage can. "Aro is my biological father," I sniffled.

I violently heaved into the garbage can, my stomach revolting against me. Edward took the garbage can once I was done and held me to his body. I couldn't look at my father. I was afraid of seeing his rejection. "Little One, I'm going to give you some time with your father," Edward whispered against my hair.

"Don't go," I whimpered, clutching at his shirt.

"You need to do this, baby," he said, pressing his lips to my forehead. "I'm going to go to my condo, shower and get some new clothes. I'll be back in less than an hour." I trembled and freaked out at the prospect of him leaving. Edward has been my rock. "You can do this, Bella. Love you..."

"Love you, too," I said as I wiped my face. Gracefully, Edward maneuvered over me and kissed my head one more time before leaving Charlie and me in an awkward silence. I clutched the Sylvester toy in my hand, petting its fur as I tried to pull it together.

"When did you hear this, Bella?" Charlie asked as he moved to my bed.

"When I was in his warehouse. Aro said that he was my biological father, showing me a DNA test with the results," I answered, looking up at my dad.

"Is this why you were upset yesterday?" Charlie asked. I nodded. "Bella, regardless of what Aro told you, you will always be my baby girl."

"But, I'm not," I huffed.

"Listen, please. First off, I demand a DNA test. He could have faked it all. Secondly, it doesn't matter what it says because you are my daughter. My principessa," he whispered, taking my hand. My breath caught at my childhood nickname.

"You haven't called me that since I was ten," I choked out.

"You asked us not to, even though you were a principessa," Charlie snorted. "Our little mafia princess. You still are." I glowered at him. "Bella, for all I know, Aro could have been lying. He's a manipulative son of a bitch. You are my daughter, whether by blood or not. You will always be a del Cigno. I held you when your mother gave birth to you. I was at every single doctor's appointment. I was at every single school play, failed sporting attempt and important function. You are my daughter. Mine. I'm not kidding when I say that I want a DNA test. I have no doubt in my mind that you are my daughter. But, solid proof would put both of our minds at ease."

"We can ask the doctor when they come and check on me," I said.

"Sounds good to me," he replied, giving me a signature Charlie smile. He turned back to the television, flipping through the channels. I felt better telling him about Aro's revelation about my paternity, but I was still concerned about what Sulpulcia said.

"Dad, I have another question," I said.

"What's that, principessa?" he replied.

"Did you and Sulpulcia have an affair?" My voice was controlled and a tad cold. I didn't want my emotions to run away with me. I was already a wreck. I had surgery this morning. I just told my father that I may not be his kid. Breathe, Bella. Just breathe.

"What?! No! Sulpulcia was crazy. She had this unhealthy obsession with me, saying that I reminded her of her long-lost first love, Pietro, Pablo or Pussy. She tried to seduce me, but I didn't want to have anything to do with her. I may have been a man-whore but I'm not a moron," he spat. "That woman was downright creepy. Did Aro tell you that, too?"

"No. Sulpulcia did," I said, arching a brow. "She said she loved you."

"More like stalked me," Charlie shuddered. "Bella, she had a first class ticket on the crazy train. Her daughter was right next to her. Renata...whoa boy. I know I made mistakes with my relationship with Renee but I wouldn't do that to her."

"Okay," I said, leaning against the recliner. The weight of what happened was making me exhausted. Plus, I was still slightly loopy from my surgery.

"Sleep, principessa," Charlie encouraged. "Daddy's here and I'll keep the monsters away." Oh, if only you knew, Dad. The biggest monster is my mind...

A/N: He knows. He's contesting it, but Charlie knows. We're going to move ahead a bit in the story. I don't want to stagnate too long in one location. We're also switching points of view. Back to Edward. Leave me some!

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