Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom Update

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I was working in my home office, addressing some concerns from my daily email from Rhonda. While Bella was recovering, I’d be telecommuting and researching other options for my company. If I needed to meet with a client, I’d do it using Skype or another online teleconferencing tools. In regard to the other aspect of my job, I was still mulling over my choices. Emmett was making a few decisions for our legitimate business, but since we’d returned from central Illinois, our illegal dealings had come to a virtual standstill.

I was oddly okay with that.

It was even quiet in New York. Anthony and Nina, after they returned to their condo on the upper east side, focused their attention on their restaurants and clubs. Nina even began working for a small law firm on a part time basis, handling simple cases.  

Felipe and Esteban, on behalf of Los Muertos, sent flowers to my wife while she recuperated. She was uncertain as to how to respond. I sent a thank you for their help in finding Bella and for the flowers. Felipe responded, saying that he was happy that we were reunited. He also said that our alliance would remain intact, but he saw something change in me.

I wasn’t about to disagree.

Something did change.

How can I take that change and translate it into reality?

My mother and Bella were in the living room while I worked. Bella had grown to rely on my mom, especially after her ordeal with her own incubator. She needed assistance with her recuperation. There were things that a husband should not do for their wives, like wipe their asses after taking a shit or trying and failing at blow drying their hair. Yeah, that was a cluster of epic proportions. I tangled Bella’s hair so badly that my mother and Alice were afraid they’d have to cut out the snarls.

Regardless, the relationship between my mother and my wife had grown by leaps and bounds. I was happy for them. Bella got the mother she deserved and my wife got a mother who adored her, unconditionally.

“Edward,” Dad said as he ducked into the office.

“Hey, Dad,” I smiled, saving my work.

“I was none-too-subtly asked to get the hell out of the living room. Esme and Bella needed to have some girly time,” he said, sitting down on the leather sofa in my office. “I think Bella needed to talk to your mother about her recovery. Have you met with Dr. Moretti’s brother?”

“After talking with Moretti and his brother, we got a name of a female therapist who can help. She’s not in the organization, but she’s aware of the situation. I think Bella needs more than what Moretti’s brother can do and that is to come to grips with what her mother did to her, not the implications of her involvement in the organization. Does that make sense?” I asked.

“It does,” Dad nodded. “I want to talk to you about how you’re coping. Ever since you’ve pulled Bella from her mother’s clutches, you’ve looked torn. Talk to me, Edward.”

“Is it worth it?” I asked, point blank and staring out the window. “Is what we do worth it? I was fucked over three years ago. Bella was fucked over three weeks ago. When do you pack it in and say fuck it?”

Dr. Moretti's Office

Dr. Manny Moretti

Nurse Ellen

Edward and Bella's Volvo

Dr. Moretti's Twin Girls, Alessandra and Carina

Joseph Jr. 

Joseph, Manny's husband 

Jason Jenks

Claire

Sergeant Kevin Atkins

Jenks' car

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“I’m surprised you chose a beach locale for our honeymoon,” Bella said as she lay on the teak chaise lounge. Her eyes were covered by large sunglasses. “With your injuries, I’d figure you want to stay out of the sun.”

“I am out of the sun,” I said, from my spot underneath a palm umbrella. I also had on a t-shirt, hiding my scarred back. I knew I was destined to have a ‘farmer’s tan’ for the rest of my life, or until I could be more comfortable in my own skin. I was fine with Bella seeing me. She loved me, accepted me for who I was and never judged me. Granted, she still felt like my scar was a cruel reminder of my ordeal. She would look at it, with anger in her eyes, but she’d calm down when I reminded her that I was okay, alive and so very much in love with her.

“Well, regardless, I’m happy we’re here. When I looked at the weather in Chicago, I saw that it was a whopping two degrees as the high,” Bella giggled, looking at me. “I took a picture of our villa and sent it to our family.”

“What did they have to say?” I snickered, closing my book and quirking my lips into a crooked grin.

“I got a lot of texts of middle fingers and fuck you’s,” Bella answered, picking up her magazine and flipping through it. We’d been on Turtle Island in Fiji for almost two weeks.  The first couple of days, we made love and recuperated from the nearly twenty-four-hour flight. We were staying on the island for a month, staying in a secluded villa. We only interacted with the employees when we decided to go to the main resort for a meal or for any of the planned activities, like zip-lining, horse-back riding or scuba diving.

“You’re poking the bear, Bella,” I laughed, getting up and slipping my legs into the warm water of our private pool. “Emmett hates the cold. He’d rather eat himself out of house and home and hibernate during the winter.”

“What about you?” she asked, sliding into the water, swimming between my legs. I eased into the water, holding her in my arms. “Hmmmmm?”

“I’m like Emmett. I’m not a fan of the cold, but I don’t want to hibernate. Instead, I find ways to keep my mind occupied. Have you ever skied?” I asked. 

“Edward, I can barely walk on flat surface. You think strapping some wood on my feet and sending me down a mountain would be wise?” she giggled. “I’d probably break my neck.”

“I think you’d like it,” I said, untying her bikini top.

“What are you doing?” she asked, arching a brow.

“Heaven forbid you get tan lines, baby,” I said, removing her bikini. I ran my fingers along her spine and moved my hands to her breasts.

“You just wanted to see my tits,” she smiled. “But, my cooter is sore. Too much love-making.”

“I’m sore, too. I’m old,” I laughed. “But, that doesn’t mean that I can’t enjoy the view.”

“Perv,” she said, turning around and leaning against me, her legs floating up and her nearly naked body glistening in the warm water and the sun. “But, you’re my perv.”

“Damn straight,” I said, cupping her breasts.

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“I’m surprised you chose a beach locale for our honeymoon,” Bella said as she lay on the teak chaise lounge. Her eyes were covered by large sunglasses. “With your injuries, I’d figure you want to stay out of the sun.”

“I am out of the sun,” I said, from my spot underneath a palm umbrella. I also had on a t-shirt, hiding my scarred back. I knew I was destined to have a ‘farmer’s tan’ for the rest of my life, or until I could be more comfortable in my own skin. I was fine with Bella seeing me. She loved me, accepted me for who I was and never judged me. Granted, she still felt like my scar was a cruel reminder of my ordeal. She would look at it, with anger in her eyes, but she’d calm down when I reminded her that I was okay, alive and so very much in love with her.

“Well, regardless, I’m happy we’re here. When I looked at the weather in Chicago, I saw that it was a whopping two degrees as the high,” Bella giggled, looking at me. “I took a picture of our villa and sent it to our family.”

“What did they have to say?” I snickered, closing my book and quirking my lips into a crooked grin.

“I got a lot of texts of middle fingers and fuck you’s,” Bella answered, picking up her magazine and flipping through it. We’d been on Turtle Island in Fiji for almost two weeks.  The first couple of days, we made love and recuperated from the nearly twenty-four-hour flight. We were staying on the island for a month, staying in a secluded villa. We only interacted with the employees when we decided to go to the main resort for a meal or for any of the planned activities, like zip-lining, horse-back riding or scuba diving.

“You’re poking the bear, Bella,” I laughed, getting up and slipping my legs into the warm water of our private pool. “Emmett hates the cold. He’d rather eat himself out of house and home and hibernate during the winter.”

“What about you?” she asked, sliding into the water, swimming between my legs. I eased into the water, holding her in my arms. “Hmmmmm?”

“I’m like Emmett. I’m not a fan of the cold, but I don’t want to hibernate. Instead, I find ways to keep my mind occupied. Have you ever skied?” I asked. 

“Edward, I can barely walk on flat surface. You think strapping some wood on my feet and sending me down a mountain would be wise?” she giggled. “I’d probably break my neck.”

“I think you’d like it,” I said, untying her bikini top.

“What are you doing?” she asked, arching a brow.

“Heaven forbid you get tan lines, baby,” I said, removing her bikini. I ran my fingers along her spine and moved my hands to her breasts.

“You just wanted to see my tits,” she smiled. “But, my cooter is sore. Too much love-making.”

“I’m sore, too. I’m old,” I laughed. “But, that doesn’t mean that I can’t enjoy the view.”

“Perv,” she said, turning around and leaning against me, her legs floating up and her nearly naked body glistening in the warm water and the sun. “But, you’re my perv.”

“Damn straight,” I said, cupping her breasts.