Mafia Princess

Chapter Nineteen

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 Nineteen

The alarm went off and I groaned. I was very sore from the activities of last night. I had been unscathed but carrying Charlie and fighting with the men from James Cacciatore's crew had reminded me that I was only human. On the dresser, where I had left the broken picture, was a pile of new clothes. I scowled at the clothing. I should have woken up when the door opened. I didn't like the fact that someone came into my room without my knowing it.

I looked at the clothes and noticed all very expensive designers. Gucci, True Religion, Calvin Klein...Everything in my size. By the dresser, on the floor, were a pair of a black Doc Marten boots. I picked up the clothes and took another shower. It was longer this time to work out the kinks in my back. I did my best to straighten my hair but gave up. It was truly a fruitless cause. I brushed my teeth and went out into the main area of the house.

"Edward! You're awake," Charlie called. I turned and saw him inside of a large library. His arm was in a sling and he was wearing some expensive pajamas. "I see you found the clothes in your bedroom. Emmett dropped them off before he went to clear out his apartment."

"Oh. I was supposed to go to with him to get my car from Twilight," I explained.

"He'll be back soon," Charlie said, waving him off. "Please, sit."

I sat down on the couch and Charlie sat next to me. "Everything okay, sir?"

"Everything's fine," he said, grimacing slightly. "My pain meds are wearing off but the mess at the dock has been taken care of."

"I'm sorry about Billy," I said sadly.

"He was a good man. I trusted him with my life and it cost him his," Charlie said sadly. "He will be remembered forever. I need to plan the funeral. Jacob is too much of a mess to do it. I was on the phone with the funeral director, making arrangements. The wake will be in two days and the funeral will be in three. You will be one of the pall bearers. Billy liked you."

"I'd be honored, Charlie," I replied, nodding my head in respect for his fallen bodyguard.

"Now, in regards to my baby girl," Charlie began, "you need to be with her wherever she goes. She's got school and you will need to drive her, escort her to classes and make sure that she does not get hurt. Bella is a bit, um, spoiled but she's really a good girl. Additionally, your pay will be quadrupled. Being a bodyguard of my daughter means that you will need to adopt certain fashion choices. Her words, not mine."

"I kind of gathered that with the designer clothing left in my room," I chuckled. I plucked at the black leather Gucci jacket. "I promise to you and to Isabella to not look like a slob."

"She prefers to be called Bella. She cringes at the use of her full name," Charlie chuckled.

"No, she asked me to call her Isabella. I don't think she likes me much," I grimaced. Charlie blinked at me a few times before letting out a full-on belly laugh. He was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face. "Did I miss the joke, sir?"

"Oh, Edward, the last time I saw my baby girl like this was when she had her last long-term relationship. Gionardo was his name, I think. It was her freshman year of college. He followed her around like a lost puppy dog. She was spitting nails until he actually grew a set of balls and kissed her on the quad. They were together for six months before he had to transfer schools due to a financial situation. Bella begged me to help him out but Gio refused any sort of handout. They broke up and Bella fell into a funk. Shortly after that, she started screwing around with that Riley fuck." Charlie growled at that, closing his fists. "That boy is a slut and he hurt my baby girl. So, Jacob hurt him."

"Do I even want to know?" I smirked.

Charlie just winked at me. "Bella is here and perhaps you two can go to Twilight to pick up your car. You can get to know each other," Charlie said. "The Mustang, right?"

"Yeah. Her exterior is ugly as sin but she purrs like a kitten," I grinned.

Charlie smiled impishly and nodded. "Take baby girl with you, Edward. She loves Mustangs. For her sixteenth birthday, I got her one and she loved it. Until it was totaled."

"Who totaled it?" I asked, chuckling lightly.

"Her old man," Charlie snickered. "You get yourself ready and I'll prepare Bella. Be ready to go in a half hour or so, okay?"

"Thanks, Charlie," I said as I went to the kitchen. There was some breakfast food laid out. I nibbled on some before going back to my room and gathering my clothes, weaponry, wallet and cell phone. When I walked back out of my room, I strode to the foyer. Charlie was talking to Bella in quiet tones. She obviously didn't want to go with me. Her body language indicated that. Her arms were crossed and she was tapping her toe impatiently. Bella huffed angrily when she saw me, stomping out of the foyer. Great. "I take it didn't go well?"

"She's going with you," Charlie said. "But something else is bugging her. She won't tell me. Perhaps, she'll enlighten you. Good luck, Edward. See you when you get back." He snickered before turning on his heel to go back into his office. The impatient honks from the garage indicated Bella's need to go.

The sooner I get this over with, the better. I said a quick prayer before going out to the garage.

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