The Swan Chapter 8 Part 1

Chapter 8 Part 1

            Parking my bike in my reserved underground parking space, near the Café de Paris just one of the many legitimate businesses my family held, I walked through the back entrance heading straight toward the office. There was something I needed to retrieve from the safe before I made my way to the metro and over to San Pietro in Vincoli. Opening the safe I pulled out the worn red velvet pouch and placed it in the pocket of my jacket. Locking the safe back up, I made my way back through the kitchen.

            “Nel pomeriggio la mia ragazza dolce!” (Good afternoon my sweet girl)

            “Ora se non è la mia persona preferita in tutto il mondo,” (Now if it isn’t my favorite person in the whole world.) I replied to Marccello the head chef, who was more like my uncle being that I have known him my entire life.

            “So…la mia ragazza dolce (my sweet girl), you didn’t think that you were going to sneak in and out of il mio ristorante without so much as a word now were you?” His devilish smirk was set fully in place while he held his arms open to me. Always ready and welcoming. The man stood at 6’4” tall and was a complete beast of a man, but really just a giant teddy bear, with a heart just as big. Walking over I wrapped my arms around him, well as much of him as I could. He smelled of fresh herbs and garlic, and the slightest hint of lemons and sugar (most likely from him making his infamous lemon cello). His scent was one of those that just made you feel at home. Taking a deep breath, I gave him a tight squeeze before I pulled away.  “So…this is not a social visit?”

            I didn’t answer I knew it wasn’t a question, but rather a statement. “I keep it safe, to keep you safe la mia ragazza dolce.” He paused for a moment, searching my eyes for something, his gaze intense for a moment before returning to the warm, deep, brown of compassion and understanding.  For what he was searching for I will never know, sometimes I feel as though he is saying a silent prayer for me, sending it directly to my soul. After the moment passed he pulled me into his side, “Well, before you are off I must feed you, besides you are to skinny il mio lovelie (my lovelie).” I just smiled up at him and chuckled.

            “Well, who am I to pass up a meal from the one and only Maestro della cucina (master of the kitchen) himself, especially if I get some of your infamous panna cotta!” I was hungry after my ride in and to be honest I needed the distraction from Mr. Cullen-asshole-with completely and utterly-comma-inducing-kissing-skills that piss me right the fuck off, because if I were truly honest with myself I would never allow a kissembargo/dry-humping on the motor cycle-embargo with those delectable, nibble-worthy lips, ever! FUCK! But, that can’t happen, I have a job to do, and his dazzling, smirky ass is getting in my fucking way.  “So, what is on the menu today il Maestro?”

            “Oh! la mia ragazza (my girl) I am going to make your favorite, something tells me that you need it. Am I right?” Damn Marcello and his all-knowing-chefy-psychic abilities.  “So, un fungo ravioli con salvia e panna (one mushroom ravioli with sage cream) coming up, just for you! You just go and take a seat and tell Felipe to get you a nice cold glass of acqua (water) and some pane appena sfornato (fresh baked bread), it just came out of the oven before you popped out of the office.”

            “Grazie Marcello…how do you always know what I need?” I asked with a slight smile, his comfort meant more to me than he knew at the moment, but then again, maybe he did know. “Si tratta di un regalo di mia dolce (it’s a gift my sweet) what can I say San Francis Caracciolo blessed me, as does your San Pietro.” And with a wink and know-it-all smirk he shooed me out of his kitchen.

            I went and sat at my usual table and Felipe immediately brought over my water and bread. Just as I was about to take a bite my phone vibrated in my pocked, looking at the screen I saw that it was a text from Jake letting me know that he had arrived and had dropped everything at the house, and shouty-capitaled me that my car was in perfect condition. I text him back that I was at the usual spot and he said he would be on his way over.

            “Mi scusi  (excuse me) Felipe…can you do me a favor and let Marcello know that Jake is on his way over, so he might want to prepare to have an extra delivery made.” I said to Felipe while we both tried to contain our laughter knowing both knowing full well how much Jake could eat and how much Marcello would bitch at him for depleting his inventory. I went back to my warm bread, taking a bite and my mind wandered to the red velvet pouch in my pocket. I could always feel its weight when I carried it with me, feeling more like hundreds of pounds than the mere ounces that it actually was. But, it was simply something I would not risk given what I was about to do tonight. And with that thought I pulled the envelope out of my pocket. Going over the information one more time, making sure it was fully committed to memory, even though I had as close to photographic memory as you could get.

            “Hey Bells is that fresh bread? I’m fucking starved.” Jake bellowed as he plopped down in the seat across from me. “Damn I hope that Celli has some of those marinated potatoes he had last time, throw those on a big pizza pie with some sausage and a grip of cheese and a happy man I will be.”

            “Jake do you ever think about anything other than your stomach?” I asked only half paying attention at his rant.

            “Yeah, I think about your fuck awesome care, fuck I love driving that fine little piece of machinery, I swear if I could I would marry it.”

            “Jake stop the fuck right there, I don’t need to hear about you getting hard over my car…fuck now I am going to have to have the interior detailed thanks to you and your purvey car fantasies.” Rolling my eyes at him I swiped my last little bit of bread from him. “Anyway…we good? I told Mom I was going to Mass tonight are you coming with me or what?” Really I was just asking in mob-speak if we were all set for tonight. “Yep…I let Auntie Rene know I was going with…apparently she thinks I need to have a chat with the Padre. Telling me something about making sure that I am staying on the right path.” Honestly, in my mind there was more truth to that statement than what our coded conversation was actually saying. “Hey don’t look at me like that…She said she was 21!”

            “Fuck Jake! What the Hell?” I just shook my head at him and chucked a piece of bread at him. “Hey don’t waste the food, there are starving kids in Africa, besides I’m a growing boy and need all the sustenance I can get.”

            “Oh for what? To keep up with the next “21 year old girl” you meet.” What can I say we were like bickering siblings most of the time, rather than him being my body guard/ suedo partner in crime?

            “Hey you two behave or I will make sure that Padre tacks on to your already, what I am sure is a lengthy penance. Now eat your food and stop bother the customers with your foul mouths, what would your Nonna (Grandma) say Isabella?” Marcello scolded as he and Felipe laid out our food on the table. “Mi dispiace (I’m sorry),” I said while batting my eyelashes, “Ti prego di perdonarmi (please forgive me) I love you Marcello.” I said with my best pouty smile.

            “Oh il mia ragazza dolce you are lucky I have known you since you were in your mother’s belly and was at the whim of her mushroom ravioli cravings, no doubt caused by you zucchero (sugar) but there is no denying I love you as if you were mia figlia (my own daughter).”

            “Yeah…Sworrey Celli,” Jake managed to choke out between shoving food into his trough other wise known as his mouth. Marcello just smacked on the back of the head and gave him “The Look” and I just laughed while Jake glared at me. No doubt wanting to say something back if he was physically capable, but couldn’t due to the unnatural amount of food in his mouth.

            “Stai leggendo il mio non successiva del menu settimanale? (Are you done reading my weekly menu) If you are I am going to go get my orders ready.” Marcello asked, referring to my envelope so he could go and dispose of the information in the 1,500-degree brick oven, thus leaving no trace. “Si, grazie. (Yes, thank you) Everything looks delicious.” I replied. Marcello took the papers placing them back into the envelope, not even bothering to look at them and walked back into the kitchen to continue on about his day.

            “So, Bells any idea what Cullen is doing here?” Jake asked between bites, I could only assume he was taking a breath.

            “What do you mean, here? He was at still at Zio’s when I left, or are you just asking about why he is in Italy in general?” I tried to respond as nonchalantly as possible, trying to seem like I really didn’t give a shit about Edward-sexy-lips-Cullen.

            “No, I mean do you know why he is here is Rome? When I was on my way here I could have sworn I saw him getting out of a car outside of the Regina Hotel Baglioni, I mean no offense, but that dudes hair isn’t exactly subtle.”

            “Hell if I know Jake, Aro didn’t say anything to me, and neither did Alec, so as far as I know, pretty boy is meeting one of his goomahs for an afternoon delight, I really don’t give a shit.” Shit! Why the fuck was Cullen here and how the fuck did he get here so damn fast?

            “Damn Bells, I was just asking no need to go all P.M.S. Barbie on me…shit!”

            “Shut the fuck up you human garbage disposal, or I will cut your tongue out and you won’t ever have the pleasure of tasting another bite of a Big Mac.” I spat back at him.

            “Fuck girl, no need to go there. Are you sure it’s not that time of the month? I mean I can have Celli get you some chocolate, gelato or whatever shit it is you chic’s would run over puppies for during your thingy.” The look on Jake’s face was fucking hilarious.

            “It’s called a period Jake…come on you can say it. PERIOD.” I just laughed at him as I watched his face start to turn green. I was broken out of my moment of laughter when I saw my phone light up on the table. It was Alec. That was interesting. I quickly got up and made my way to the back to go to the office to take the call. Just in case anyone with over sensitive ears was listening, that didn’t need to be. Meaning the office had scramblers and the cops wouldn’t be able to hear us talking or get traces of our numbers or anything of the sort.

            “Alec, what a surprise twice in one day, I know it’s not my birthday.” I answered.

            “Oh, aren’t you just the a delight, but unfortunately this is not a social call where we get to chat about the latest and greatest gossip of who’s doing who.” He paused for a second snickering at his statement, considering the irony. “Well, you know what I mean. What I was calling about is that you have an extra player. It seems that young master Cullen departed right after you and is now gracing Rome with his presence. And before you ask, no it is not for pleasure. After you left I received a phone call, it seems that Cullen has called in his buddies. And I still don’t think he is any closer as to knowing why Aro has asked him here in the first place. It’s not as though he has called for a formal sit down with all the families. So, I of course am heading back to my fair lady Roma this evening to check out the scene. But, as for now your plans have not changed. Besides, the Cullen’s don’t really have any Beef with he-who-shall-not be-living…oops I mean-named. We all know the Cullen’s detest what the Russians do as much as we do, but they would never step on our toes; especially given the personal invitation from Aro Vulturi to the acting head of the Cullen family.”

            “Yeah, well just keep me informed if you hear anything, and I will do the same. Jake said he thought he saw him going into the Baglioni, but for him to go there is like him basically walking into Aro’s second house. But, on the other hand, as the saying goes, “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” I couldn’t help but toss out an adage, as it seemed fitting to give Alec’s saying from this morning a metaphorical wink.

            “Well, aren’t you just full of sass today. Well, save that snark for later il mio piccolo assassino (my little assassin) because you are going to need it later tonight and I wouldn’t want you to over exert yourself. Okay, I will keep you posted. Ciao! Oh and don’t forget il poco fascino (your little charm) I wouldn’t want anything to happen and as always give the Padre my best.” Alec said as he chuckled at his last statement about the Padre.

            “I won’t forget, it’s already tucked in my inside pocket, and as for the Padre, I think I will pass. He is still trying to recover from your last confession.”

            “Well, regardless amore, Per la mia famiglia (for my family).”

            “Per la mia famiglia,” and with that we both hung up. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small red velvet bag, rubbing it between my fingers. Despite the invisible weight that it held, it always brought me a sense of peace, a sense of calm that could only come from the marrow of my soul, and once again the words looped through my mind and slipped off of my tongue in the faintest of whispers, “Per la mia famiglia.” And that is all that mattered, my family. Because without them I would be nothing, have nothing, despite how the world may see us. There is more to the Mafioso than what it seems, it runs so much deeper, it is so much older, and spans so much farther, than what the outside thinks. Because unless you are la famiglia you will never know, regardless if you are a made man, the only way to truly know is by blood.  La Costra Nostra is really only the icing on the top tier of a 7 tiered wedding cake, it only covers the outside, and only that tier. And that is why I take no issue with what I am about to do, because what I am about to do, is at the least only going to strengthen and uphold what being truly accountable and moral is in this world.

            I say goodbye to Felipe and Marcello, both just give me a hug, no words exchanged. Jake just gives me a nod and I make my way to the V. Cavour Metro to take me to my next destination, San Pietro in Vincoli. I can’t help but feel sometimes that this holy place was built partly for me, one of God’s great plans, he just knows, fate just knows. The legend of Saint Peters bonds, the very chains used to imprison him, and how they miraculously fused together. Two different pieces made of the same material, serving the purpose of submission, but clearly strong in their own right, without any direction, still come together because they must. I can’t help but identify with that, it is Isabella Princapessa, it is The Swan, both made of the same material, both serving the purpose of submission one to her family, one to her Dom, but both are clearly strong in there own right and hold the power, and it all happens because it must, because that is why they and I exist. And that is where I find my strength. That is how I know I am good, despite how some may see some of my actions as bad.

            I look up from my inter thoughts as my stop nears, looking through the dingy glass of the door I see sticker on the side of a newsstand, ADDIOPIZZO (this is a movement that is taking place in Sicily and Italy where business are starting to revolt against the mafia, specifically against the concept of the imposed tax to bring territory under control and protection by the mafia. It’s an actual public awareness campaign where you can even donate money, and the businesses who are apart of this campaign put up these ADDIOPIZZO stickers in their places of business). I shake my head as I walk by and all I want to do is turn and shout at him “Viva la rivoluzione!!” But, I would never do that, because as I said before La Costra Nostra is just the icing on the top tier of a 7 tiered wedding cake. If they really knew, that really only affects the made men, if really has no bearing on myself or my family, but I get a kick out of it none the less. Because quite honestly I respect those individual’s that actually show even the slightest shred of integrity especially in today’s society. So, I say more power to them. But, I digress…

            The doors of my sanctuary await me, and with a deep breath I walk through. Dipping my fingers into the holy water, I make the sign of the cross. I walk over to the confessional, all the while still rubbing the velvet bag between the fingers of my other hand. Opening the door I step inside and kneel. The screen open in a whoosh and I can smell the wood polish and dust in the air as I take a deep breath before I speak, “Padre, forgive me for what I am about to do, I beseech you, and the Lord Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior.

Okay Monkey’s there it is. Sorry it has been forever and like a millennium. I also apologize for any grammatical errors etc. as this has not been edited in anyway shape or form, this is as raw as it comes. Big GRAZIE for sticking with me. I love you like an Italian love Meatballs.   I would love to hear from you, let me know what you are thinking….any ideas on why you think Mr. Cullen sexy lips jotted off to Roma???? Also, I apologize if any of my Italian is wrong, I DO NOT SPEAK ITALIAN FLUENTLY IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM. What I know is very basic, so if it is wrong, BLAME GOOGLE TRANSLATOR!!! Also, I hope that it helped that I put the translations in italics after so you know what was being said. Also, the places that were mentioned in this chappy are real, and the legend about Saint Peter is true, and the Café De Paris is a real restaurant in Rome and is actually rumored to be owned by the mafia. Also the ADDIOPIZZO is a very real thing that is going on as we speak. And yes Saint Francis Caracciolo is the patron saint of Chefs and Saint Lorenzo of the patron saint of cooks. I love you Monkey’s until next time.

Huggies and Squishies,

CrazyKate xoxox

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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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Last Surrender

Last Surrender

This is a Poetic Short Story, just a little something that was inspired by this awesome song. I just couldn’t get it out of my head and had to write something. So, I kind of came up with my own little style here. Being the actual Poet that I claim to be, but I love my fiction, so why not put the two together, RIGHT?

Based on the Song “The Pieces Don’t Fit Anymore” By James Morrison

I DO NOT own any of the song lyrics. No copyright infringement intended.

She sat waiting, for what she didn’t know. A single hope, that one last hope. The door kept opening and closing, heat colliding with the artificial cold. In and out, they came. Ordering their lattes and iced coffees, with, or without whip.

Is this what the world was coming to? She didn’t know anymore. The feeling of loss sat across from her in the form of an empty chair. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.

            “Excuse me, but are you using that chair?” She just shook her head. At the outstretched hand, her body didn’t have the strength to face the person who would dare ask such a loaded question. A question that they had at how much weight it carried, that this one simple question would be what shatters her last hope. The one hope that was now being dragged away by the hope-destroyer’s hand; now what?

 She no longer had her companion of loss. She let out a deep sigh as the sound of wood scraping across the tiled floor echoed through her, causing a shiver to rake over her skin letting the tiny plumes settle for a moment before fading away. She could feel the tears pricking at her eyes like a thousand tiny needles, trying to pour through her vision like a blinding sieve. The air sat in her lungs like a lead weight. The damage was done.

            Sitting there waiting, completely alone now, nothing but the lack of hope drifted around her. She was sinking; the weight of her body was being pulled into the varnish of the wood. Her thoughts of what were, what could have been were oppressive, pushing her down further until she could feel the grain of the wood being imposed in the palms of her hands.

Why…why?

The thoughts ran through her mind like a movie reel, heated, soft touches, and the searing gaze of deep moss orbs burning into her. She shook her head, trying to banish the feeling of where it was all leading. Nowhere; anywhere but there; she wouldn’t surrender, there had to be something better, there had to be. She didn’t know why, she just couldn’t explain it; the scattered and broken pieces just didn’t fit anymore. She felt as if her skin was breaking, it was barely able to hold her together anymore. The line had been drawn, and not by her. Perhaps if she went outside to smoke, the nicotine would help.

 Maybe?

The heat of the day was lingering in the surrounding twilight. The bruised sky, much like her soul, various shades of purple marking everything inside of her, she thought humorlessly. The spark of her lighter shot in her ears like a cannon, echoing her pain, drowning out the surrounding traffic of the parking lot. She closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply. Hoping that the smoke would fill in the cracks of the scattered, broken pieces that lay within her, the empty space that lay within her heart. Trying to hide the twisted shell of what was left of her.

Maybe I shouldn’t have let that chair go, my last shred of hope. She quickly let that thought go as she took another drag of her cigarette. If only.

            Her brows furrowed together as she felt something brush against her arm. Opening her eyes slowly she was met with a faded, black cotton wall.

            “Do you mind if I bum one of those?” The voice was deep and raspy.

            She didn’t immediately look up at the source of what broke her away from her brooding. Reaching into her one source of temporary solace she pulled out the one thing she had left to share and handed over the white paper, wrapped stick of tobacco.  Finally looking up, she was met with a troubled face. Surrender.

That was what she saw. It was the only word that fit what stood before her. He nodded his head towards her hand in an act of thanks. His dark unruly hair fell over his eyes; the long, rough fingers of his right hand came up and pulled it away. Fully revealing his eyes. Surrender. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t explain why it wasn’t enough.

            He turned away from her slightly as he placed the cigarette between his lips and pulled his own lighter from his tattered jean pocket. The ring on his left hand caught on the ripped seam of his pocket as he pulled out a scratched up Zippo. There was something engraved on the face of it, but she couldn’t make out what it was. The click of his Zippo flicking shut caused her to startle. He didn’t seem to notice and if he did, he didn’t let on that he had.

            He inhaled deeply before blowing the smoke out of his nose. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the stubble on his jaw, at least a couple of day’s worth. His hair was in disarray most likely from having his hands pensively running through it, he also had bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in a while. At least he was in the right place for a pick-me-up.  Taking another deep drag of her own cigarette she wasn’t sure what to do. Should she say something? He didn’t move from his spot. He just stood there breathing in the smoke and letting it out in a desperate and what seemed to be remorseful manner. Without realizing her body had turned to his slightly, closing the space between them, letting the air between them fade. She felt as if she was being pulled under, she couldn’t explain it.

            He brought his cigarette up to his mouth, pulling the smoke between his lips, into his chest, one last time before flicking it out into the parking lot. She was mesmerized by the rise and fall of his chest, as the faded, black cotton would restrict and contract with each breath; she couldn’t seem to tear her unblinking eyes away. Her body was acting of its own volition; she was no longer in control of herself.

The atmosphere was thick and charged around them, in this open space of asphalt and air.  He turned to her; his eyes were closed as he took a deep breath. She just stood there, her arms hanging at her side, fists clenched. She felt twisted; the space was to small even though they were outside. She felt closed in. The better thing to do would be to just leave. But she couldn’t, she was being pulled under by his broken beautifulness.

            The breeze swept up between them, causing the mahogany strands of her hair to dance across her face. His hand tentatively reached out with a bold grace, placing it behind the delicate skin of her ear. The rough pad of his finger trailed down the lean arch of her neck. The breath in her chest instantly stopped its heated escape as her eyes fluttered closed momentarily as she basked in his brief touch. Time seemed to pause in that moment for them, giving them the smallest of reprieves from the harsh reality that was relentlessly going on all around them. As if anyone walking past had a clue.

            He slowly opened his eyes. “There’s no use,” he whispered. “I have tried and I don’t know why…but I can’t explain why it’s not enough.” His shoulders slumped in defeat. “There is no use in pretending anymore. I…I had to give in.” He paused taking another deep breath. “I need you, please don’t leave…I…” He trailed off as if he didn’t know what more to say.

            She stood there. She didn’t know what to do, what to say. The door kept opening and closing, heat colliding with the artificial cold. In and out they went, lattes and iced coffees, with or without whip. Perhaps the pieces could fit together once more.

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The Swan Chapter 6 Bella's Dream

THE SWAN Chapter 6

Chapter 6

  

            I can’t say that dinner wasn’t a lively affair between my aunt Jane and her Campari soaked interrogation of Cullen; and by interrogation I mean her unadulterated version of twenty questions complete with ample cleavage, hair twirling, and seductive giggles. However, by the time the Lemon Cello arrived my uncle had one back her affections with a suggestive trip to Monte Carlo for a bit of weekend shopping. Don’t get me wrong I love my aunt and she may come off as flighty, materialistic, with an extreme love for cocktails at any hour. But, she is one lethal woman when it comes to her family and I for one am glad to have her on my side. Of course Cullen answered her every question politely, appeasing her flirtatious nature. I on the other hand was focused on the task of exploring the delicate intricacies of the different ways in which one can enjoy Campari.

            Two days, just get me through the next two days. That is what I kept repeating as my mantra, over and over in my head. Once dinner was over my uncle took Cullen off to his study. Which was fine by me, and with any luck my uncle would keep him occupied until I left for Rome. But, I still needed to tell my uncle I was in fact leaving to meet Kate. So, what better time than right as he and Cullen were walking out of the dining room.

            “Oh, Uncle Aro. Before you leave I just wanted to tell you that I will be heading to Rome to visit my friend in a couple of days.” I said a matter of factly.

            “Okay, Mio Tesoro. Just make sure that Jake goes with you, si?”

            “Si, grazzie Zio.” I replied.

            “Oh and make sure to talk to Alec before you leave. I believe he wanted to speak with you about something. Ciao Mio Bella.” He said with a wink and smile and then he left the room with Cullen in tow.

            I noticed Cullen look at me out of the corner of his eye before he left and he had that damn smirk lightly gripping the corner of his mouth. My eyes narrowed at him as his back turned to me, finally releasing from his presence. Thank FUCK!

            “Well darling…if you need me you know where to find me.” My aunt Jane said in her twinkling Italian accent as she left the dinning room, cocktail in hand.

            “You know Mia Bella, you seem a bit stressed. Perhaps you should go for a swim, Si?” She casually said purred back to me as she turned the corner.

            The humorless chuckle that escaped me caused me to shake my head at myself. Two more days Bella, two more days, perhaps I should go for a swim. I swallowed the last of my drink and headed upstairs to my room to change.

            I quickly picked up my phone and dialed my uncle Alec’s number, only reaching his voicemail. I told him that I would be here for until the morning after tomorrow. I headed to my closet and pulled out my black string bikini to change into. As I was about to walk out my door my phone beeped, alerting me that I had a text message. It was my uncle telling me he would talk to me tomorrow at brunch. Which was fine by me. I texted him back saying that I would see him then. I had a feeling I knew what he wanted me for, but I didn’t want to think about that now. Right now I wanted to relax and go for a swim.

            I made my way downstairs and went through the sitting room. I gazed up at the moon, letting the warm breeze dance across my skin as I stepped through the iron and glass doorway. The moon was bright, making the stars seem more illuminated as they rested in the onyx blanket of night. The “infinite jewels to the moon,” my Mother always said. I set my phone down on one of the white cushions of the lounge chair and walked over to where the towels were and grabbed one. I tossed it on the lounge chair as I walked to the pools edge.

The terracotta stone under my feet was still warm from the day’s sun. I daintily dipped my right foot into the water. It was starting to cool from the day’s heat, the temperature would be perfect for a nigh time swim. Before I jumped in I went over flipped the switch to the lights hidden in the sides of the pool. I didn’t turn the gaslights on that were around the area, I just wanted to enjoy the night sky in all of its radiating beauty. I rolled my neck, expressing a sigh, trying to expel some of the tension in my shoulders. Why of all the people in the world was he here, why did it have to be him?

Walking over to the steps I lowered myself into the water one step at a time. When I stood in the water, I let my body fall back, fanning my arms out; I let myself float on top of the soothing pool. I just lay there floating on the warm water, as the cool breeze of cypress and hibiscus floated over my body. I don’t know how long I was drifting through the water, when the faint scent of tobacco drifted by. Slowly I moved my body to stand in the water as I turned to find where the scent was coming from, that’s when I saw the glow of the end of a cigarette illuminated from one of the lounge chairs at the fair end of the pool side. I could feel the current in the air and I instantly knew who was sitting there.

“What are you doing out here?” I asked as I made my way to the pool steps.

He didn’t answer me, but I could see his form shift in the chair. He took another long drag from the cigarette, before he stubbed it. He stood and walked towards me, the light from the moon shown down upon his fluid form with each graceful step. He picked up my towel I had set down earlier as he stopped in front of me. Holding the towel out to me.

“Princapessa.” His voice was low and husky.

I reached for the towel in his hand. He didn’t release it from his grip right away. We stood there starring at one another; the current in the air had morphed into a heavy tension. It was the same feeling that coursed through me, the first time he stepped foot into his bedroom, standing, looking down upon me. His eyes were dark and penetrating. I realized then that I was holding my breath, and I had the sudden urge to lower my head. God, the feeling he evoked in my, shot right to the core of my submissive nature. But, I refused to let that part of me take over, I wasn’t his submissive, I wasn’t The Swan, I was Bella, Isabella Swan Princapessa of  La Familia Volturi. Breaking eye contact with him, I took the towel and wrapped it around my moist skin. A shiver danced through me, as my skin prickled. Although I knew that it wasn’t from the night air.

“Grazie.” I replied quietly as I started to walk away from him. I needed to get away from him. His scent alone was causing my judgment to blur. The smell of tobacco and scotch mixed with that spicy sandalwood and him, pure unadulterated man. The reaction his body, his eyes, his scent triggered in me was not something I was ready to let have any power. I especially didn’t want him knowing what he did to me either, I am sure he would only use his hold over me to his advantage.

“Isabella.” That low dark whisper of my name caused me to halt my departure. “I…” He paused as if he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say to me.

“Che cosa?” I stated the venom in my voice was raspy and hard. Asking what.

“Niente Princapessa...” His hard gaze taking over his features. “Buonanotte.”

I just nodded in response and made my way back inside, heading up to my room. I stepped into my ensuite bathroom, starting the shower. Removing my bathing suite I stepped into the hot spray as I closed the glass door. The water poured down from the ceiling in a cascade of hot rain. My shower stood in the middle of my bathroom, composed of a marble steps and four glass walls that didn’t reach to the ceiling.

As I stood under the spray, my mind was a fog. Fuck! I really need to get out of here. I decided then that after I met with Alec tomorrow, I was leaving for Rome. I couldn’t risk being around Edward any longer. Thank Christ I was able to hold onto what little control I had. I turned off my shower. I dried off, wrapping my hair into a towel, and put on my silk robe. I finished my nightly routine and went to my bed, I needed sleep; I needed to shut my mind off and get away from this situation at least for a few hours. It was already after 2 AM and the jetlag was starting to take its toll. As soon as I laid down onto the soft mattress I was asleep.

He stood there in the light of the street lamps smoking his cigarette. I watched him from down the street as I stood outside away from the madness of the party. Our eyes met and locked. The world seemed to disappear in that moment. He flicked his cigarette out as he let the last of the smoke leave his longs. He walked over to me, stopping in front of me. He didn’t say anything; he just grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me with him as he began to walk towards the car park. Completely bypassing the valet.

            The next thing I knew we were driving towards the coast. He pulled into the driveway of a villa, stopping abruptly. He walked over, opening my door. He held out his hand for me. He practically pulled me from the car as we made our way through the front door. He still hadn’t spoken to me, and I did nothing to break the palpable silence between us. He led me through the house, its Italian seaside opulence apparent, but I had no moment to stop and admire its beauty. He led me to a large room, what room it was I couldn’t tell you; for as soon as we entered he pulled me against his body and his mouth and hands started claiming every inch of my flesh. Heated breaths poured out of our bodies as our mouths claimed one another. Clothes were being pulled and pushed off of shoulders, arms; he moved, bending my body in way so he had access to the flesh above my breasts. His hot tongue laved at my exposed skin. Causing my body to shudder with anticipation.

“Uhhh…” I moaned out into the warm sea air of the night.

Now pressed against an open doorway I found myself naked pressed against his naked body. His hand roamed down my body with a determined fervor as he pulled my thigh up around his waist. Pulling my body further I wrapped both legs around his naked form, I could feel his hard cock pressed against the heat of my sex as he started to walk away from our posted stance of passion against the doorway.

His strong arms lowered me onto a bed; he took no moment of pause as he continued his assault with his tongue on my flesh. Pushing my body further and further towards our release. My hands gripped onto any part of his body that they could reach before he pushed his hands into mine forcing them above my head as he pushed his cock into my hot, wet sex. He pushed and I pushed, it was slow and hard. His tongue never leaving my body unless it was to find my own mouth, we pushed and pulled until neither of us could hold off any longer; our orgasms hitting us pulsing out of our cores, only to pour into each other. 

“Bellaaa…” He moaned out, it was dark and husky. Almost as if his body was at war with his mind, not bothering to acknowledge the reality in which we lived in. In that moment it didn’t matter. All that mattered was here and now, everything else could wait.

Next thing I know, I find myself dressing. I have no idea how much time has passed, but I NEED to leave. I have a job to do.

“Why are you leaving?” He asked.

“Does it matter?” My reply was curt.

He moved so quickly it almost didn’t register with me until I found myself being pinned down on the bed. Holding me down with one hand he hovered over me, his fingers on his other hand mimicked a gun being pointed at my chest. I didn’t even flinch. I just locked my eyes with his mossy, dark, green ones. He didn’t say anything, but there seemed to be a silent conversation-taking place between us. Finally he pulled me to my feet. I placed my arms around his neck.

“I need to go.” With my words I released him and went to leave. 

When I made it to my destination I was met with a face…NO. I thought to myself as I felt the weight of the gun in my outstretched hand.

“Bella!” He stood there with the same fierce look in his eyes as was in mine.

The shots rang out and….

What the fuck! I shot up in my bed as the sound of my alarm was going off. Shit! I sat there in my bed, a fine layer of sweat covering my body as I tried to get my breathing back under control. I swatted at my alarm and rubbed my hands over my face. It was just a dream Bella, just a fucking dream. I couldn’t think about that right now, I had to get ready to me Alec for brunch. I needed to find out what he wanted.