This is the sequel to Sold Into Love! You really need to read Sold Into Love to understand this at all.

Sorry, this is not beta'd.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Twilight.

One month later.

BPOV

I was sitting on the couch with Maggie, going through security footage that Aro had emailed to us.

We still hadn't found Edward.

There would be security footage of him here and there, always tied up and blindfolded, being led into a building by a group of people, but whenever everyone would get to the places to find him, there was no sign that anyone had been there for weeks.

It was frustrating and I'd had my fair share of breakdowns over it, but someone always helped me calm down and pull myself back together.

I hated it in the beginning, everyone always treated me with kid gloves, and I'd often snap at them. But after Carlisle suggested I think about a form of therapy, I relented and asked him what he had in mind.

He told me that I obviously needed to talk about what had happened, get it all off my chest. He called in an old colleague and friend from back when he worked as a doctor.

Leah Clearwater was about Esme's age and specialized in rape and abuse therapy for women. Carlisle said she was the best in her field of work and he had paid for her to come out to Greece to be my personal therapist. I threw a fit over that.

At first, I didn't like her at all. Part of it was because I just didn't want to talk about what happened. We went through two sessions of me doing nothing but sitting on the couch with my arms folded and silently wishing a hole would open up in the ground and swallow one of us up.

Of course that never happened.

She was patient though, never pressing me to talk about it.

Into the fifth session, I walked into the living room, ready for another hour of sulking, when I saw that she was holding a little kitten. I didn't know what to think about it.

Leah called it animal therapy.

I could talk about my problems without actually have the pressure of telling them to someone who could talk back, it could just be there for me. No judgment, pressure, or fear. And after I was comfortable enough saying it out loud, I could talk about it in therapy where Leah could help me actually deal with my issues.

At first, I thought she needed some therapy herself, suggesting I talk to a freaking cat. But as a few days passed and I warmed up to the cute little kitten, I did find myself talking to him. Just absentmindedly rambling about something that frustrated me, or made me nervous or upset.

He was a little orange tabby cat, nothing special, but I liked that about him. On the third day, I decided to name him Cheese, noting that his fur was about the same color as cheddar cheese.

I loved him.

He'd sleep with me in bed, curling up on the pillow next to my head. And he always followed me around the house. It was funny to watch him try to go down the stairs, he was so little he had to take one stair at a time and was wobbly. Most of the time I just picked him up and carried him around with me. Emmett would see me and tease me about Cheese not being able to remember how to walk if I didn't put him down once and a while.

Alice had gone a little crazy with the cat toys, buying all different kinds of plastic balls, little toy mice, feathers, and strings. She even bought one of those six foot high, multi-level cat house things. I thought it was way over the top and asked her to take it back, since he didn't even go near the thing, but she insisted that we keep it, just in case he'd grow into it. I sighed and rolled my eyes, but agreed, if it was put in another room that wasn't being used. I didn't want it to take up space in the living room or something when it was never used.

Once everything was settled, I decided to focus on my therapy. So every night before I went to sleep, I made a habit out of venting about everything that had happened that day, as well as touching on more sensitive subjects.

Cheese would look up at me and meow, like he was telling me he was listening, and curl up in my lap and purr as I petted him and talked.

Then the next day when I had a session with Leah, I found it a little easier to say them to her. She actually helped me more than I thought she could.

Emotionally, I was making some progress, but physically... I wasn't too thrilled.

Carlisle said that a better part of the cuts on my left arm would most likely scar. They had been too deep and left untreated too long for them to heal fully without scarring. My fever had thankfully broken a few days after I was rescued and there was no damage there. After a couple of weeks, my bruises had gone away and I was walking better. I'd also asked him, embarrassed and in tears, if there was a way he could test me for an STD.

He had acted professionally, saying that he could take me into the nearest hospital to do a couple tests. He had an old friend he'd gone to medical school with that worked at the hospital and he let Carlisle do the tests.

It turned out I didn't have anything, thank God. It looked like Alistair was cleaner than I thought he'd be. Who knew that a drug lord/kidnapper/rapist would be worried about STD's too.

No matter how much therapy I went through, I was still self-conscious about the whole thing and I'd flinch whenever someone moved too fast, especially a man, but I was getting better. The first time I flinched away from Emmett, it was like I broke his heart or something. He berated himself so much that Rose had to sit him down and explain that it wasn't his fault, that I wasn't really afraid of him, it was just a knee jerk reaction from what had happened to me.

Em had made it up for me by making me breakfast in bed the next morning; Belgian waffles with lots of whipped cream and strawberries, bacon and orange juice. I felt bad that I had made him feel bad, I should have known better; Emmett would never hurt me, but I just couldn't help it. I explained that to him and he said he understood, and that he was stupid for doing anything that might scare me in the first place.

Esme was going mother overload on me. At first, I'd felt uncomfortable around her. I was pretty much the reason that her son was missing. Shouldn't she hate me or resent me?

Not in her mind.

She'd check on me various times throughout the day, volunteering to do things for me; like make me something to eat, run me a bath, or even do my laundry. It was overwhelming sometimes. But I realized that it was just her way of helping me and keeping herself busy at the same time.

Esme had also dealt with Charlie and Renee on the phone. They about had a heart attack over the whole thing. They'd been gathering together all the money they could; savings, retirement funds, loans, everything. But even with that all together, they'd only gotten about five million dollars.

They both insisted that I come home, but after an hour of arguments with me and reassurances from Carlisle and Esme that they would take care of me, they agreed to let me stay. But I had to call one of them every other day. It got really annoying when I forgot our scheduled time by ten minutes and Renee was panicking, ready to call in the FBI.

There was also the little problem of how they thought I was still on my class trip. That took a little bit of explaining.

Charlie wasn't happy at all when I said I'd met a man while in Brazil - I left out exactly how I met him - and started going all overprotective papa-bear on me. I put my foot down, I was an adult damn it and I could take care of myself. I had survived being kidnapped, tortured, and raped, I think I could pick my boyfriend.

With Renee, after the initial shock wore off, she just asked me how cute he was. I'd huffed and mumbled a half-ass reply of him being the hottest, nicest, most caring man I'd ever met and quickly got off the phone.

"Maybe we're missing something." Maggie muttered from next to me. Her eyebrows were drawn together as she thought.

"What though? There's no pattern, nothing that stands out, just... nothing!" I said, frustrated.

I wanted to find Edward with every fiber in my being. It was what I lived for, why I got out of bed in the morning and went on with my life, instead of curling up in the fetal position in bed everyday and drowning in my misery.

My breath would hitch and tears would form in my eyes every time I watched video footage of him being dragged into a building, tied up and beaten, and then dragged back out a few hours later looking even worse.

"Hmmm..." Maggie mumbled, writing something down on her notepad with a look of intense concentration on her face.

Maggie and I had actually become good friends. I was a little timid around her for a while, I'd only just met her, and her sister had helped keep me locked up, made me do drugs and turned a blind eye when her boyfriend raped me. But I soon learned that Maggie was nothing like Bree.

She was very kind and fun to be around when she was in a good mood, but tough and didn't take anything from anyone. She was twenty years old and like me, had been in college. She'd been in the University of Oxford in England when Jasper had called her and asked for her help. And I felt both immensely grateful to her and guilty that she had taken a semester off to help me and the Cullen's.

Although, I felt a little threatened when one night Rosalie told me that she used to have a crush on Edward. I was suspicious that she was only helping because she wanted another chance with Edward, which had led to a what Emmett referred to as a 'mini cat-fight'. We'd had a good shouting match about it, but once we had calmed down, Esme and Carlisle made us sit down and talk about it.

Maggie admitted to still having a bit of a crush on Edward, but it was nothing serious anymore. She could see how much I love him and how much he seemed to love me, and wouldn't dream of trying to get in-between us.

I was still apprehensive, but warmed back up to her quick enough.

She'd done everything she could to help and I felt silly for being so upset about it. We'd taken to going over the surveillance footage together to try to find any patterns or consistencies that would help us predict where they might take Edward next. So far, we'd found nothing useful.

"Look at the time stamp." Maggie told me, pointing at the little numbers that showed the date and time the video was taken in the bottom right corner.

"Yeah... it says 1:14am." I read off.

"It's always after midnight, but we already figured that bit out. And they always do this every six days. So there's that." She said.

"Yes, we have a pattern there, but it won't help us if we can't figure out where they'll be taking him next. We need to find a pattern in the buildings, even the towns!" I exclaimed, tugging on a piece of my hair.

"Most of them have been old brick buildings, or warehouses, but there's dozens, even hundreds of those kinds of buildings scattered throughout the entire country. We can't put someone at every old building and warehouse in the country, it's impossible." She huffed, sounding frustrated as well.

"What about the people that own these buildings?" I asked.

"There are a lot of different people and we haven't been able to find a common denominator." Maggie said.

"Let me see the list." I said.

A week or so ago, we'd created a list of people that owned the buildings we'd seen Edward being forced into.

Maggie handed it to me wordlessly and I took a closer look at it. There were no common names, no connections between anyone, nothing. It was like they really were being completely random.

My eyes scanned down the list until they stopped on one name. For some reason, it caught my attention. It was the second to last name on the list, so it must be one of the owners of the building we were looking at now.

Jim Houston.

It seemed like a normal, everyday name. But there was something about it that screamed for me to look at it.

"Maggie... What do we have on this Jim Houston?" I asked slowly.

"Nothing yet, Aro's guy is still doing research on him." She answered.

"Lunch!" Esme's voice rang through the house.

"Uh oh." Maggie muttered.

I snickered, but was a little worried myself. Whenever Esme made lunch, she tended to go overboard with it. Carlisle said it was just her mothering instinct kicking into high gear, but I was worried I was going to get fat with all the food getting shoved down my throat. I wasn't sure how Edward would take me gaining a few extra pounds because of his overzealous cooking machine of a mom.

Esme came strutting out of the kitchen, carrying a tray full of food for me and Maggie.

"I did what you asked and just made grilled cheese sandwiches... but I threw in some tomato soup to go with it. You just can't have grilled cheese sandwiches without it." She said, setting the tray down on the table.

"Thank you, Esme." I said, smiling at her. I'd tried getting her to make simpler things for lunch, much to everyone's agreement. When we had to sit down for a five course meal for lunch yesterday, someone had to put their foot down.

"Why don't you girls take a break?" Esme suggested.

"We can't. I think I found something, but we don't have all the information yet." I said.

"What did you find?" Esme asked, a desperate edge to her voice. She wanted Edward back just as much as I did.

"The name of the man that owns this last building... there's something about it I can't shake." I told her. "Does the name 'Jim Houston' mean anything to you?" I asked.

She thought about it, tapping her foot on the hardwood floor.

"No, it doesn't seem familiar, but you're right... there's something there about it." She said slowly.

The doorbell rang out and Esme went to get it.

We'd moved to another one of the Cullen's houses, still in Greece. The house was beautiful, kind of like a mix between a mansion and log cabin; the size of a mansion, and done in all wood and several large glass windows over looking the forest we were in the middle of.

The house was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, and no one except the Cullen's and a few family friends know where it is, so Carlisle and Jasper had deemed this the safest place we could be.

Esme came back, with Benjamin trailing behind her.

Benjamin was Aro's twenty-four year old nephew from his wife's side, and he pretty much knew everything about computers. He was the one that had done all the technical stuff when the Cullen's were trying to get me away from Alistair, and 'borrowing' - his word - the security footage of Edward.

Though he didn't usually come over. He preferred to work in his little office or whatever it was.

"Hi Maggie." He greeted her shyly, clearing his throat.

It was so freaking cute.

Benjamin was kinda nerdy. And I don't mean that in an offensive way. It was actually really adorable. He was just extremely shy, especially around girls, he had these glasses that would always fall down his nose, his light brown hair was fairly messy on top of his head and he always carried around his laptop. He was much more comfortable in front of that laptop than he was talking to someone.

It was worse when it came to Maggie. Benjamin always stuttered or turned red when she was even in the same room. It was so obvious he had a crush on her.

"Hi." She greeted him back, smiling.

I just shook my head and bit into my sandwich.

"I uh, I found out some stuff about the owners of the latest building." Benjamin said after he recovered from Maggie.

He pulled his laptop out of his bag and sat down in one of the chairs.

"It's really a lot of the same stuff, but there was something that raised a red flag." He said as he typed. "One of the names is tied to another name from the second building; Victoria Bears."

"How?" I asked.

"The names are on other paperwork together. It even says they rented an apartment together back in America." He said. "I've been doing some digging and, it took me a while, but I found pictures of these two. Do you recognize either of them?" He asked me, turning his computer around so I could see.

I nearly had a heart attack when I saw James Hunter's face looking back at me.

"T-That's... James." I muttered, subconsciously backing away into the couch.

Esme gasped. "Are you sure Bella?"

I nodded. "I'm sure. I'd recognize him anywhere."

There was no mistaking him; I'd only seen him once, but his face was pretty much burned into my mind.

"And this Victoria chick is connected to a few other owners that I've found so far. They've worked together before on something or another. I don't know why I didn't find it before... I guess we just needed that Joh- James guy to put it together." By now, he was just hunched over his laptop, typing away and mumbling.

Now I get why the name stuck with me. The initials were the same... Jim Houston... James Hunter. And 'Jim' was a common nickname for James. In the back of my mind, I knew there was something about it, but it wasn't so obvious that I could get it right away.

"I think we just found our connection." Maggie said softly.

Yes... We did find our connection. Now hopefully, it would help us get to Edward. Before it was too late.

Go get your man, Bella!

As you can tell, Bella is taking steps to recover. The process is far from over, though.

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