Married to the Mob Teaser

The morning of Demetri’s funeral was rainy and dreary. It was fitting since today was a miserable day. Bella was getting dressed, wearing black dress with a charcoal gray sweater. Her hair was curled and draped over her shoulder. She looked so beautiful, but so incredibly sad. I felt for her because I was in the same boat. The loss of Demetri was hitting me profoundly.

“The world is crying because of Demetri’s death,” Bella murmured, sliding on her engagement ring. “It rained the day of my father’s funeral, too.” She pursed her lips. “It was a torrential downpour, if I remember correctly.”

“It seemed like the world sobbed when your father died,” I replied, sliding my arms around her waist. “He was a great man.”

“So, was Demetri,” Bella said, turning in my arms. “He will always be loved, even though he’s gone.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my jaw. “I love you, Edward. I know that everything is …”

“Fucked up,” I snorted humorlessly.

“To put it mildly,” she sighed. “But, we’re together and our family is there for us, supporting us. Supporting Felix.” My phone rang and I begrudgingly let her go. “Who is it?”

“Jacob,” I answered, sliding my finger across the screen. “Are we leaving?”

“Yeah, Boss,” Jacob replied. “Seth and I are waiting near the front door. Jasper is on his way to you with Alice.” There was a pause and Jacob cleared his throat. “Sir, it would be in your best interest for you be armed. Jasper mentioned that there is a possible threat.”

“What?” I growled.

“Jasper was trolling on Facebook, using a fake name, and he read some conversation about a possible hit at a funeral. It wasn’t said that way, but it made Jasper jumpy,” Jacob hissed. “I didn’t get it. He showed me a screen capture, but I trust him.”

“They were probably speaking in euphemisms,” I sighed, scrubbing my face.

“Is there a medication for that?” Jacob asked.

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. “I’m sorry, Jake. They were probably using a code to plan the hit. Keep it appropriate for Facebook and not alerting the authorities.” There was a quiet knock at the door. “They’re here, Jake. We’ll be down in a little bit.” I hung up the phone.

“What did Jake say?” Bella asked, arching a brow. “You looked like you were about snicker.”

“He thought there was medication for euphemisms,” I chuckled. Bella giggled. “Yeah, exactly.” I kissed her forehead. “Armed, baby.”

“I’m prepared,” she said, sliding her thigh between mine. I could feel her holster and small weapon pressed against my leg. “I’m going to finish putting on my makeup. I forgot waterproof mascara. I think I’m going to need it.” She turned, leaving the room.

I went to open the door. Jasper was standing outside, wearing a black suit and a grim expression. “Did you speak to Jake? Did he tell you about the threat?”

“Yeah, and we’re protected,” I said, unlocking my gun safe near the door and putting a Glock into my shoulder holster. “Are you?”

“Always, Boss,” Jasper chuckled. “Are you okay with being a pall bearer for Demetri’s funeral service?”

“Was that another thing that Jacob was supposed to tell me?” I snorted.

“Yes, and from your look I’d assumed he didn’t,” Jasper replied. “You, me, Jake, Seth, Emmett, Liam, Carlisle and Anthony are all acting as pall bearers.”

“My father?” I whispered. “The last time he … was his …”

“Your grandfather’s funeral,” Jasper said, squeezing my arm.

“And when did Anthony get into town?”

“Late last night. He arrived on a private jet with Nina,” Jasper nodded. Bella walked out and Jasper hugged her. “Looking beautiful, Miss Bella.”

“Thank you,” Bella said, kissing his cheek. “Demetri deserved us to look our best.”