Mafia Princess

Chapter Sixteen

New Story...I'm attempting a drabble. Rather, my version of drabble...a 1000 words or less per chapter. (Dear God, I'm afraid.) But excited, too. It'll force me to be more forward with my plotlines and yeah. Anyhow, none of this mine. I'm not, nor ever will be, Stephenie Meyer. I just like to play with her characters.

Chapter Sixteen

"I don't like this," Emmett said as we followed Charlie in his black Mercedes. "Something doesn't seem right. James never wants to deal with Charlie. They are like gelato and pasta sauce. They don't mix."

"That's gross, Emmett," I said, wrinkling my nose.

"Oil and water have been used to death. I wanted to change it up," he said, giving me a tight smile.

"You're nervous," I said, looking at my friend. No shit, Sherlock.

"I'm nervous because I think that this is a hit," Emmett said grimly. "Do you have Kevlar? I don't want to lose the best shooter tonight."

"Covered. Under my jacket," I said, patting my stomach.

"I want you next to me, Edward. I know you're new but something about you...I trust you, man," Emmett said, clapping his beefy hand on my shoulder. I tensed up, my breathing becoming erratic. "Dude, you okay?"

"I'm fine," I answered, trying to calm myself.

"No, you're not. Why did you freak out when I touched you?" Emmett asked.

"It's because of my dad," I answered, looking out the window. "I can't really afford the therapy to get over it, so I mask it. This isn't my only tattoo."

"How many do you have?" Emmett asked, his eyes wide.

"At last count, thirteen," I replied. "Pain is the only acceptable touch for me to handle." Unless it's my Little One touching me.

"Dude, that's fucked up," Emmett said, shooting me a surprised glance.

"Tell me about it," I grumbled. "Emmett, don't worry about it. Not many people know about my issue. Let's keep it that way?"

"I'll take it to the grave, Edward," he said solemnly, covering his heart. The silence the followed was uncomfortable. I hated being a freak. Emmett was shifting in his seat, the cogs moving in his head. "If you can't stand to be touched, are you still a virgin?"

"No, Emmett, I'm not a virgin," I said flatly. "I've only ever been with one woman. It was a complete disaster so I haven't been with anyone sense. Flashbacks."

"Ahhh," Emmett said as he stopped his Hummer. "You up for this?"

"It's my job, Emmett. Of course I'm up for this," I said, glaring out the window. My face fell into an impassive, lethal mask. If it was a hit, I'd have to make sure that Emmett, Charlie and everyone made it out alive. They were criminals but good people at heart. Emmett and I got out of the car and followed Charlie along with his head bodyguard, Billy Black. I checked my shoulder harness, to verify that my nine mil was there. I also felt my ankle for my Glock. Tucked in my belt was another Glock, but it wasn't connected to me in any way. Serial numbers were gone and it was given to me by Charlie. He also gave me a Desert Eagle. It was a gift when he saw how good I was a shooting. I accepted it gratefully. That was in my safe.

"There's Cacciatore," Charlie said gruffly. "God, I hate this guy. If he wasn't such a good customer, I'd shoot his lily white ass."

"Ah, Mr. del Cigno," James said with a smarmy grin. "Always a pleasure." He shook Charlie's hand before kissing his knuckles.

"And you as well, Mr. Cacciatore," Charlie said coldly. "You wanted to meet and so I'm here. What do you want?"

"I need to place an order," James said, crossing his arms over his chest. He was shorter than Charlie but his ice-blue gaze was deadly. I saw him reach into his jacket and cup something. Gun. Protect Charlie. Save him. "I need fifty AK-47 assault rifles, thirty glocks, Thirty nine-millimeter hand guns, and roughly fifteen semi-automatic hand guns."

"That's doable," Charlie said, nodding his head.

"In two days," James said, grinning evilly.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Charlie asked, his eyes narrowing. All sense of decorum flew out the window. "That's not possible. An order like that takes months to compile. I don't want the feds down my ass. If I get that many weapons in two days, I'd be investigated and possibly sent to prison. I'd like to be around to give my daughter away for her wedding, James."

James glowered at Charlie before pressing his Bluetooth headset. "He's fired, you're hired...do your best," he growled before pulling out a gun from his jacket. Billy jumped in front of Charlie as the gun went off, falling to the ground. I wrapped my arm around Charlie's body, shielding him with my body. Gun fire was going off all around us. I rattled off ten shots, dropping ten guys. One of James' guys grabbed Charlie and hit him in the face. He pulled a knife, swiping at Charlie's arm. I pushed Charlie out of the way, kicking the asshole. I went to shoot him, only to maim but found my clip was empty. The guy attacked me and I easily maneuvered my body. I swiped his knife, cutting his throat. He let out a gurgle as he bled out on the dock.

"We've got to go, Charlie," I said as I grabbed his arm. We ran back to Emmett's Hummer. Emmett was shooting like a madman behind us. Next to the car was a boy, no older than sixteen. He held up a gun in Charlie's face. I couldn't kill a kid. So, I quickly punched him out, tossing his gun into the Puget Sound. I pushed Charlie into the backseat. Emmett followed, tossing me his keys.

"GO, Edward, Go!" he yelled. I turned over the car and sped away from the dock.

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