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The Swan Chapter 7

A/N: Hey Monkeys sorry it has taken so long to update.  I have had literally NO Time what so ever to sit down and write. I just want to say a BIG THANK YOU to all of you who are still with me. Don’t give up on me. I can’t say how regular my updates will be. But, I have no intentions of stopping. Just be patient with me. MUCH LOVE to you all! Enjoy!

Chapter 7

            I dressed quickly in a pair of black leather pants and a black fitted tank. I pulled a small suite case out and filled it quickly with the basics, along with my laptop and phone charger. I grabbed my black leather boots and pulled them on. I grabbed my phone to call Jake and tell him we were leaving shortly.

            “Hey Bells what’s up?” Jake answered on the first ring.

            “Hey change of plans. We are leaving for Rome today…I have to meet with Alec in a few minutes and then we will be leaving right after.” Hopefully before I have any run-ins with Edward.

            “Okay...So how we getting there?”

            “Um…you take the Maserati, I am taking my bike.”

            “Ahh…I see mixing business with pleasure I assume?” Jake stated more than asked for confirmation.

            “Yeah. If Alec is meeting me with the reason I think he is, then yes. Anyway, my baby has been neglected so I thought I would take her to strech her legs and what better way than a little trip to Rome.” I answered back.

            “No worries Bells. I will get her gassed up and ready for you. After I get my stuff around and in the car, I will take off.” He said.

            “Sounds good, I will have my bag by the door, if you could throw it in the car for me I would appreciate it.” I paused letting him confirm he would grab it for me. “Okay I will see you in Rome then and try not to damage my car on the way there.” I said as a warning.

            “Relax…your car will make it there in one piece. Let me know when you get in so you can give me an update on the situation. Your Dad and Uncle will want me to check in with them, so no business until after the fact.” His tone had a hint of warning. I hit the end button on my phone.

            Before heading downstairs I went back into my closet to the back. Clicking the button hidden on the side of the wall behind some of my hanging clothes, the hidden shelf popped out. Taking a deep breath I reached for the wooden case. Opening it I let my fingers slide along the nickel-plated barrel and the gold appointments. Taking a deep breath I pulled my Desert Eagle .44 Magnum and its shiny clip out of its resting place. Checking the clip to make sure it was full, I then inserted it. Feeling the weight of my gun gripped in my hand I let the sounds of the clip sliding in and clicking into place saturate my senses. My mind settled into the focused calm of dominating indifference, of the knowing anticipation of having a job to do. For my family. The words played inside my head, after taking another deep breath I slid my gun into the waste of my pants, felling the cool metal warm against my lower back, I replaced the wooden case and grabbed my leather jacket and made my way downstairs to meet my uncle.

            After placing my suite case by the door I headed out to the courtyard where my uncle was waiting for brunch. My uncle. Alec Moretti, older brother of my aunt Jane, terminal bachelor and pathological partygoer, and lethal Mafioso. He loves his guns as much as his women. I chuckled to myself as I made my way over to the table where Alec sat comfortably in his white linen shirt, cigarette between his lips, his natural ease had me smiling as I approached.           

            “Bon giorno Zio.” I said as he stood to greet me, charming smile in place.

            “Ahh…Bon giorno mia cara regazza.” He said as he hugged me and kissed my cheeks.

            “Sit darling, sit,” he invited as he held out his hand to my chair. Pulling my gun from my waist I set it on the table. “I see you’re prepared…as usual.” He smirked, his warm Italian accent chalked full of his easy charm.

            “Always.” I said back with a wink.

            “Mimosa?” He asked. I nodded in agreement. He walked over to the bar to grab my drink; handing it to me he sat down in his chair and picked up his own glass. Extending his glass to mine, the crystal clinked melodically as he winked at me with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. After taking a soothing sip, I sat back in my chair.

            “So to what do I owe the honor of your visit?” I asked.

            “Ah yes. Well due to your skills of extraction…” Alec smirked. “A certain member of the Bratva is attempting to strong arm his way into a certain social circle that he has not been invited to. He needs to be sent a message, a friendly reminder that it is not polite to crash a party he was not invited to. As the Russian saying goes… If there is a person, there is a problem. If there is no person, there is no problem. Stefan it seems has been poking about since Vladimir has trouble keeping his mouth shut about a particular visitor he had one evening. Apparently Stefan thinks there is an opportunity to be had and is trying to weasel his way into certain company by pimping out his slaves, unfortunately for him he is pimping them out to the wrong people and because he seems incapable of providing proper company he has brought attention to himself.” I let his words settle in my head for a moment.

            “So, I take it that this company Stefan is providing is not in Vladimir’s best interest considering that their bread and butter is human trafficking?” I asked.

            “Yes, and when those girls are ending up in particular places with certain individuals he is creating attention where attention is not needed. I mean it is no secret that Vladimir’s tastes lay on the more colorful side of the spectrum. But when Stefan starts pushing his people in places that have no room, it is unacceptable. And considering our dealings with Vladimir, I just don’t think it would be in his best interest. We have always steered clear of the human trafficking aspect of this world and it will always remain that way. The family has never been apart of that and when our associates are unknowingly keeping company of that kind it does not paint a pretty picture for our reputation.”

            “I see and what of our associates, have they been informed of this?” I asked

            “Well, I imagine you have noticed a particular guest as of late?”

            “Yes, I still don’t know why Aro has invited Cullen here?”

            “Well as it were, Edward was the one who informed me of certain happenings. As for why Aro has brought him here I can’t tell you that because I honestly don’t know. The Cullen’s and the Volturi have always remained allies of sorts. The only thing I do know is that Carlisle and Aro had a sit down a while back, a private sit down. What was said I do not know, but what I do know is that Aro has acquired some information of sorts? This information has to do with a certain individual and apparently this person is running with the wrong crowd and it has come to Aro’s attention that this person is not who they appear to be.” He stated vaguely.

            “I still don’t know what this has to do with Cullen, so he gave you some info…Great thanks for the hand.” I stated.

            “Yes, well as you know Edward is known to entertain a very particular social circle and I think that Aro is aware of that and he wants him to be a liaison of sorts for him, because Edward is next in line in the Cullen family and Aro I believe is trying to bridge the gap.”

            “Yes, I am aware of Edward’s tastes, unfortunately Uncle I have to inform you that things did not play out the way they were intended and it was cut short.” I stated.

            “Cut short?” Alec asked.

            “Yes, I had to leave.” My answer was short and did not explain anything to Alec about the evening. He eyed me for a moment in an attempt to find the answer that I would not vocalize. Unsure of what my expression was revealing to him, I found myself suddenly nervous and broke his stare by reaching for my drink. When I looked back at him he had a smug look on his face. What the fuck is that about?

            “Interesting…well anyway. What was Cullen’s response to your sudden departure?”

            “Unexpected. He gave back my invitation along with a note saying he expected to receive it again. I need to talk to Kate about this. That is why I am going to Rome.” I said as honestly as possible. Aside from Kate and her sisters, Alec was really the only one who knew about my extra curricular activities outside of my personal staff. And the only reason he knew was for my security. Besides I don’t think anyone else in the family would understand what it was that I did. Yes, I do it because it’s who I am, but I have also found a way to use this to my advantage. Unfortunately Cullen came along and has gone and fucked everything up, or rather fucked me up. SHIT!

            “You know I have to ask Bella…Does he know?” I knew that question was coming.

            “No…at least I am pretty sure he doesn’t know. That is part of the reason that I need to go and see Kate. Trust me. When I came home and Aro wanted to introduce me to someone; he was the last person that I ever expected to see. That is why I want to know what Aro wants with him. And now with this new information I am just trying to connect the dots because we all know that everything Aro does serves a purpose.”

            “Very true. Just make sure you keep a heads up in Rome. And as far as my little reminder goes…” He trailed off as he slid the envelope over to me. I opened it to see who the mark was. Well, this should be interesting.

            “Going straight to the source I see?”

            “Like I said my dear, remove the person, and remove the problem. Besides I am sure that the trio of sisters will appreciate it as well. After all that was his true target to try and weasel his way into, and there has been enough damage caused by his actions and not knowing when to take care. He has no business here.” Alec said.

            “And what of Vladimir what do you think his reaction to all of this will be?” I asked.

            “I am sure Vladimir will get the message. He may be Bratva, but I wouldn’t think he was a fool as well. He needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.” The venom in Alec’s voice was apparent. But, I had to agree with him, this needed to be dealt with because if it continued it could cause a lot of problems for our family and for me personally.

            “Well then…I guess I should be on my way after all it appears I have some work to do.” I said with a smile.

            “Let me know when it’s done.” Alec said as he stood to hug me goodbye. “Per la mia famiglia.” Alec said against my temple.

            I pulled away from him with a smile, “Per la mia famiglia.” I said back.

            “Oh and Bella try and have some fun in Rome will you…such sustenance there.” He said with a chuckle.

            “I will keep that in mind Uncle. Try and behave yourself while I’m away won’t you?” I said back while shaking my head at him.

            “Now why would I want to go and do that?” He said back.

            Grabbing my gun and tucking it back into my waist and my leather jacket along with my envelope I left Alec to his musings.

            As I made my way to the garage where my bike was, I slipped my jacket on. Grabbing my keys and my helmet I went to where my bike sat waiting for me.

            “Leaving so soon?” Shit and here I thought I was in the clear.

            “Yes.” I said curtly. Fuck why did he always seem to be popping out of nowhere. This was starting to get on my nerves.

            I folded the envelope and tucked it into my jacket pocket for safe keeping, bending slightly to check over my bike, I then released the kickstand. I notice his gaze shifted as I moved around, god I could feel his eyes on me. A slight shiver traveled up my spine. And then I felt it, that electric buzz. He moved closer to me.

            “Traveling light I see.”

Gahhh! When I turned to look at him he abruptly grabbed my hand on the handle bar, holding the bike steady over my hand as he pushed his leg between mine and flipped the kickstand back down. My helmet fell out of my other hand as he pushed his body closer to mine, trapping me between him and the bike. An involuntary moan purged itself from my throat. His other hand moved to my hip. His fingers traced the small sliver of skin as it moved to my lower back under my leather jacket. I felt his fingers trace the handle of my gun, pushing it slightly against my body. I felt his nose sliding up my neck, his stubble scraped against the skin of my cheek and I could feel his hot, moist breath against my ear. “Isabella…” My name fanned out against my ear, the air caught in my chest. I realized now with my free hand that I had wrapped my hand in his black t-shirt. Gripping it tightly, holding him against me.

            FUUUUCK! I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach, hard in his jeans.  My breathing turned to deep pants as felt his hand move from my gun to my ass and down to my leather clad thigh. It happened so fast, his hand covering mine left and he shoved it into my hair, grabbing my neck, turning my head. His lips crashed onto my own. He gripped onto my thigh pulling it up to wrap around his waist. My other hand instantly found itself gripping onto the hair at the base of his neck. My mouth opened for him; I had lost all control, I didn’t even know what I was doing. My body was acting completely on impulse. His tongue laved at my own, kissing me deep and hard. He let go of a deep moan an almost growl into my mouth. Causing me to respond in kind. Fuck he felt so good; I couldn’t think all I could do was feel him. And then he was gone.

            Startled out of my Edward induced trance I opened my eyes. It took me a second to focus.

            “Fuck!” He let out harshly, while trying to get his breathing under control. I just stood there staring at him, and instantly found myself pissed the fuck off.

            I grabbed the zipper of my jacket pulling it up abruptly and bent over grabbing my helmet off of the floor before turning back to my bike. I quickly through my leg over the seat and steadied myself. As I went to turn the key and start my bike, Edward’s hand reached out on top of mine to stop me.

            “I’m sorry.” His eyes burned into mine. I shook his hand off of mine. Glaring at him I turned on my bike, he took a step back, his arm still reaching out. I pulled my helmet on over my head, and lifted the kickstand. Revving the bike as a warning for him to move back. His eyes pleading with my own, sparked with anger, frustration, lust, fuck I don’t know. And with that I turned my head and released the clutch taking off out of the garage. Leaving him standing there.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I thought to myself as I sped down the driveway and through the gate. How the fuck did I let that happen? Why? Why him, what the fuck is wrong with me? I needed…fuck I don’t know what I needed. But, I didn’t have time for this; I had a job to do. I pushed my bike harder, speeding up as the wind whipped past me. I pushed all thoughts of him aside, I couldn’t deal with this shit now, so I cleared my mind and just let go, even with my swollen lips, and the lingering taste of Edward Cullen in my mouth.

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