Mafia Princess

Chapter Ninety-Six

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter Ninety-Six

I think Bella was still in a state of shock. I had to guide her down to the lobby and into the waiting cab to the club, La Maison. "What's wrong with bambina?" Emmett asked from the front seat.

"I think I scrambled her brain," I snickered, holding Bella on my lap. There were very few seats in the van that we were in.

Bella elbowed me. "You did scramble my brain," she snickered. "And you better live up to the promise, tesoro."

"Do we even want to know?" Angie giggled.

"Nope," I snorted, kissing Bella's shoulder.

"Tomorrow, we should do some touristy stuff," Jessica suggested. "It's been awhile since I've been in Rome. Then, we can go to another club tomorrow night."

"Let's play it by ear," Bella said. "The touristy stuff sounds fun, but Edward and I have an early flight Friday morning to Venice. We have to be at the airport by six or so."

"In the morning?" Ben, Angie's boyfriend squeaked.

"Yeah. It was either a flight at eight in the morning or flight at eight at night. I wanted to get as much time in Venice as possible," Bella said, kissing my lips softly.

"Ugh, you two are nauseating," Emmett grumbled. "Can you stop sucking face, please?"

"Jealous, Em?" I asked, tightening my hold on my girl.

"If you want to know? Yes!" he spat, huffing indignantly up in the passenger seat of the van. The car was filled with a tense silence until the driver pulled up to the club. He prattled on that we were here. Emmett thrust a few hundred Euro at the cabbie and stomped out of the car.

"Wow. I would have never thought that Emmett would explode like that," Angie whispered as we got out of the van.

"He's lonely," Bella frowned. She looked at me, her brown eyes swirling in sadness and concern for her cousin. "I should talk to him. Do you know what happened to your friend at the garage?"

"I was just as surprised that she moved to Iowa that he was," I said. "Ro never said anything about moving, but it must be bad since she just up and left." I cupped her face. "I know you want to talk to him, but wait until we get inside. Despite the fact that yes, I'm your boyfriend, doesn't mean that I've stopped being your bodyguard. I'll walk you to Emmett and he needs to walk you back to me. I don't want you to get hurt, Little One. You...you are the most important person in the world to me."

She slid her hands up my arms. "So are you," she smiled softly. "Yes, we're having fun with each other sexually but I feel closer to you than I've felt with anyone." I leaned down and kissed her three times, showing my love for her.

Jessica shouted for us and we got into the club, La Maison. I still hated going to these places. The probability of being touched was fairly high and I could only handle Bella's warm hands on me. Anyone else touching still threw me into a panic. Though not as deep as Mario's hug to me when we first went to visit them. Not even Uncle Cenzo caused such a strong flashback. Then again, Uncle Cenzo came up to my navel. I didn't really perceive him as a threat.

"Will you be okay, Edward?" Bella asked as I walked her over to Emmett's forlorn form by the bar.

"I'll be fine, Little One. Thank you for worrying about me, but I know how to fend off rabid girls and handsy cougars," I snickered, kissing her nose.

"Anyone touches you and I'll shove my stiletto up their ass," she growled, palming my butt. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Get me some Italian beer. Nothing too fancy," I shrugged. She kissed me and sat down next to Emmett. I walked over to the booth that Jessica, Angie, Mike and Ben commandeered. I sat at the edge, in a backwards chair.

"Bella seems to have recovered from the bombing pretty well," Angie said. "The explosion rocked the club and it freaked us out, knowing that you had just left."

"It was very scary," I said. "I unlocked her car and something didn't sit right. In the trunk was a timed bomb. We barely had less than a minute to get the hell out of the parking garage. I just scooped her up and ran."

"Did the cops come talk to you?" Mike asked, wrapping his arm around Jessica.

"Yeah. The next day," I replied. "They didn't have any leads, but asked us a few questions regarding possible suspects."

"Well, we're glad that both of you are okay. Bella is one of my dearest friends and if something happened to her..." Angie sniffled.

"Bitch, why the hell are you crying?" Bella snickered, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Hey, baby. Why are you making my friends cry?"

"I didn't," I sputtered, tugging on her straight hair that fell over my shoulder. "They just asked about the bombing."

"Ah," Bella said. "It gives me a reason to pick out a new car."

"Bella!" Angie and Jessica admonished.

"What? I'm trying to find the silver lining. Besides, after the bombing, I got to sleep with Edward without my dad having a heart attack," she said flippantly. I blushed. She just smiled, ruffling my hair. "Now, I've got booze for you slackers on the way. After we finish this first round, I want to dance. Who's with me?"

We all raised our hands and eagerly took our drinks from the waitress that arrived with our beverages. Bella sidled up to me and her lips were pressed to my ear. "I want to come on the dance floor," she whispered, nipping at my ear. "Up for the challenge?"

"Challenge accepted," I purred, nipping at her lips.

A/N: Pictures of the club are on my blog. The link for that is on my profile. You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on twitter: tufano79. I'd appreciate some lovin...Edward needs some encouragement to get his girl off.

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