He wasn't faithful
A/N: I own nothing. The characters are property of Stephanie Meyer and any recognisable person, place or thing is property of its respective owner. No infringement intended.
"What irritated me most in that entire situation was the fact that I
wasn't feeling humiliated, or annoyed, or even fooled. Betrayal was
what I felt, my heart broken not just by a guy I was in love with, but
also by, as I once believed, a true friend."
-Danka V, The unchosen Life
You know that feeling you get when something totally unexpected happens? The shock that runs down your spine like a violent shiver when you run into someone you used to know, someone you had left behind, left in the past, because you know, beyond doubt or reason, that that is where they belong? Well, I have that feeling, that very same shiver running down my spine, right now.
When the beautiful, solid oak front door was wrenched open, I did not expect to see the bright, excited- almost manic -blue eyes of my once most trusted and adored friend, confidante...sister.
I was confused. Extremely confused. I hadn't seen Alice in over a year, and I was immensely glad that I hadn't had to. Quite frankly, I didn't want to see her-them-ever again, and why would I? Together, they broke my trust, my faith and my heart. As far as I was concerned, what they did was an unforgivable act.
I knew Edward knew how I felt about my ex-best friend and her boyfriend Jasper. How could he not? It was our first really emotional, meaningful conversation.
Edward hadn't understood why I was hesitant to progress our relationship past dates. He wanted commitment - vacations together, to meet my parents and for me to meet his. He wanted a future with me but instead, he was blocked by a stonewall. The stonewall I had built to protect myself, my heart. That was a year ago, and since then Edward had managed to do what I had previously thought impossible...he managed to break down my wall, weasel his way into my heart, into my life, and plant himself firmly as the centre of my world.
Of course, saying that, there was the occasional problem in our relationship, as there is in most. The first major one being due to my trust issues, but in my defence, how could I not have trust issues? I mean in all honesty, my fiance did cheat on me...with my best friend, in my apartment and on my bed. Not exactly a great representation of the male species, now is he?
After spending hours talking, comforting-which was mainly on his part-and crying- mainly on my part, I had admitted my secret and Edward had crushed the last possible obstacle that I could use to put a hold on our relationship. Or so I thought.
What Edward had forgotten to mention that night, was that he wasn't just the "CEO" of a major "Importing and Exporting Business".
He was also Mob boss.
Yes, that's right.
The man who held me as I cried my eyes out when I confessed the story of my heartbreak, the reason I had trouble trusting men, was a mob boss.
The man who bought me painkillers, chinese food, a hot water bottle and a handful of chick-flicks when he found out I couldn't go on a date with him because I had gotten my period unexpectedly turned out to be a fucking Mafia leader!
I am sure you can imagine how well that went over with me, especially when Edward wasn't even the one who told me! No, heaven forbid he should tell his "Piccola bellezza" that he wasn't in fact, a rich businessman but instead, a powerful, murderous mob boss! No, of course not.
Instead I had the joy of being brought into custody by the FBI in the hopes that they could "flip" me and get some information on the next "drop off" or who the next "hit" was. Unfortunately for agent Black and Clearwater, I didn't have a clue what the hell they were talking about, and unfortunately for me, they felt the need to enlighten me.
This all leads me to my current predicament. I was about to attend a dinner with Edwards entire family. I haven't met any of them yet, but Edward assures me that they will love me.
I'm not so sure.
A/N : This fic is not being beta'd and any spelling mistakes are mine, and mine alone. Thanks for reading.