Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Seventy-Two

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter 172

BPOV

Today was my birthday. I was turning twenty-two and I was having a date with my dad. Just the two of us. Well, Edward was acting as chauffeur since I couldn't drive due to my broken leg and Dad wasn't allowed to due to his pending incarceration. But, we were given clearance to go out to Sky City for a dinner out on the town before he was taken back to the federal prison in Sheridan tomorrow.

Part of my present from Edward was my usual hair stylist coming to his condo to give me a beauty overhaul. Haircut, manicure, pedicure, and makeover. I was feeling very ugly and getting my hair cut, styled and some beauty treatments were definitely what the doctor ordered. He was going to take me out, if I felt up to it, the next day but he wanted me to feel like a princess for my date with my dad.

Esme, Edward's adoptive mother, said she'd help me get dressed for my evening with my dad. I was kind of excited about that. Esme had been amazing since that day in the hospital. She'd come over every couple of days with food for us, along with dummy proof instructions for Edward to make the meals. My bellyaching over his cooking skills prompted her to jump into action. "My son is a freaking genius, but would starve if left to his own devices to cook."

Sadly, it was true.

Once I was done with my makeover and dressed in real clothes, I felt a fraction like my old-self. Yes, granted, I still had the crutches and a massive boot on my right foot, not to mention the horrific scars that littered my body, but I felt better. Slightly.

Hobbling out to the living room, I was met by the two most handsome men. Edward was wearing his black suit from Billy's funeral. Charlie was in a charcoal gray suit and holding a bouquet of roses. They were beautiful, in varying shades of pink. Charlie also held a sleek pink bag in his hand. Crutching over to them, Charlie hugged me to his side. "You look beautiful principessa," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "You ready for a night out on the town with your old man?"

"We should go dancing," I quipped. Charlie glowered at me. "Kidding, Dad. I can barely walk in these things. Though, my guns are killer."

"Come on, Killer," Edward snorted. "Your chariot awaits." He handed my crutches to my dad and scooped me up in his arms. I was grateful that I was wearing dress pants and not a skirt. I squeaked, holding onto Edward's lapel. Edward winked and carried me to the elevator, holding me tightly to his body as we rode down to the parking garage. Idling outside of the elevator was a black Mercedes. It looked similar to my dad's car, but it wasn't. It was newer and honestly very hot. Placing me in the backseat, Edward jogged to the driver's side and he revved the engine.

"This is a gorgeous car," I crooned, running my hands along the leather seats. "Is it a rental?"

"No, Bella," Charlie said as he took my hand. "This will be your car. After the bombing, I knew you'd need a new vehicle, so I had this made for you. It's got all of the bells and whistles, plus the safety features that I desired."

"It's bulletproof," Edward said as he pulled away from the curb. "I picked it up this morning."

"This is mine?" I squeaked.

"Happy birthday, principessa," Charlie whispered, pulling me to his side. "I wanted to give something before I left and thankfully, this was ready." I wrapped my arms around my dad, trying to keep the tears at bay. Edward flipped on the radio and the number one preset was my favorite radio station. I pulled it together by the time Edward parked the car in front of the Space Needle. Charlie and I walked to the elevator after confirming our reservations. Edward was going to hang out with Emmett and Jasper while we were out.