Chapter Two

Isabella's facial expression caked with fear as soon as I hung up and close my cell, placing it back in my pocket. Her hands and legs bucking the rope that is securely wrapped around her as an attempt to get out of the vice's grip. I take a step forward, she screams, "No! Stay away from me!" I know for a fact that no one will hear her cries of help, her screams of pain. I could very easily get my gun out now and shoot her blankly, have this mess sorted out with no troubles and be home by ten.

I also know for a fact that no matter if I wanted to or not, I can't set this girl's grave stone.

Walking up to her, I muffle her words with my hand kneeling down as I can see straight into her doe, scared eyes. Her attempts of escape stiffen to a stop as I can see how purely petrified she is, if possible, I would say that her eyes open wider than before. My heart goes out to this girl, truly, she does not deserve to suffer for the sins of her father, no one does. I made my decision.

"Listen Isabella, you are in some serious shit at the moment. If you do not follow exactly as I say you will end up dead, do I make myself clear?" My voice holding all the authority, she just nods.

What the hell am I supposed to do!? My inner voice screams, I haven't the faintest idea. What can I do? I can't just let her go, she may promise to not say a word, but even if she does keep her promise, Carlisle thinks she's dead, I told him that her blood is on my hands, he will find out she's alive, and he will killer her and do god knows what to me…The simplest way to solve this problem is to just kill her and be the monster that I am and always have been, but I can barely think of killing this angel let alone doing the act. So that's two options off the table, which leaves one last folder, one last plan, if it doesn't work…No, it will have to.

"I am not going to kill you, that I can promise," It's about the only thing I can actually promise, "I am going to untie you, if you run, I am not going to run after you, all you need to know is is that by doing that, you will have buried your own coffin, you understand?"

She nods.

Untying the ropes from her ankles before untying the ones around her chest and wrists, half expecting for her to make a run for it as soon as I undid the last knot. She didn't. Slowly, she turns her head, tears streaming down her face as her fragile body shook with her arms wrapping around herself, "W-what's go-going t-…to happen to me-e?"

I don't know why, but seeing this stranger tearful and in pain made me want to hide her away from her fears and darkness, kind of like what I felt when Esme or Alice cried, only somehow, different…Probably because she is crying because of you… "I'm not too sure, but for now, you are going to have to stay with me."

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Giving her my coat, I wrap my arm around her shoulder to bring her closer to me, she tense. I bend down and whisper into her ear, "You have to pretend that I am taking you home for the night, so it doesn't look suspicious."

I can tell by the rosy red color of her cheeks that she feels embarrassed, she has obviously never been taken home before. I know that if any of my family see's me with a lady in my arm they will become suspicious, I wouldn't care for whore's, so I pray that none of them would see, though the neighbors will definitely have something to say about this…Unconsciously, I hold her closer to my chest, slowly, her arm start to sneak around and grip my waist, slightly pushing herself deeper into my side.

She's scared, that much is obvious, how could she not? Most plausible scenario, she was walking home from work when Emmett has come up from behind and knocked her out. Not physically, of course, but with chloroform. Then waking up with a potato sack over her head, damn, that must have made her feel really safe, not to mention when I pointed the gun to her head…Just think, one moment you have everything to live for, the next, being taken home by the man that's been ordered to kill you, there is definitely a difference there.

Grapping the keys out of my pocket, I unlock the front door to my house. Lucky for me, I live outside just outside the city in a house by myself. While Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett, Esme and Carlisle live in various apartments around the city, I live in a privet house five miles south from the city, wishing for as much privacy as possible.

As soon as I close the front door, Isabella's arm around my waist snap back to her side as she keeps her head down, as if waiting for me to do something. I turn and lock the door and place the keys on the side table beside the door, before turning back to her, her chocolate brown eyes exploring the living room and dining room on either side of the hall. If I were to look in this house from a third person's perspective, I would immediately find this place to my liking. The house made of brick and wooden oak, making the house look antique and graceful as a chandelier hung from the roof. I spent a lot of money for this house, and I have never spent my money wiser.

"Are you thirsty?" I ask, no duh she's thirsty! She's been tied up for half the day in a hot warehouse!

She bite's her lip before nodding, looking down as if ashamed. I place a hand on her lower back as I usher her into the kitchen, pulling a stool out for her to sit as I was taught when I was young. I walk around to the other side and point to the hanging cupboards on the ceiling above, opening the glass door and grabbing two glasses out, "Glasses and mugs are in this cupboard here, plates and bowls in the one beside it." I explain, "The fridge, freezer and pantry are always full, feel free to eat as you please."

I fill both glasses with water from the tap as I pass one over to Isabella, her eyes lock with the glass in my hand as if debating whether she should take it or not, I just place it down on the bar in front of her before taking mine and taking a gulp, as if to show her that I did not poison it. She nod in appreciation, picking up the glass and sculling the liquid down, whoa, she must really be thirsty.

As she drank the last drop of water in the glass, I offer her mine and took her one off her, she sculling that one down as fast as she did the last. Placing the glass down with both hands cupping it, her eyes concentrate on the glass alone as she speaks, "Why are you letting me stay?"

"Pardon?"

Taking in a deep breath, she sighs, "I must be a terrible burden…Don't get me wrong! I very much appreciate what you are doing, but why are you doing this for me? I am just a stranger."

I suppress a grimace, "Because it's not your fault that you're in this position."

"I don't get it though," She whispers, "My father is a good man, what has he done wrong…?" Her tone of voice as if not wanting to know the answer. Just by looking at her you can tell that she wouldn't know even a whisper of the horror her father has coursed. I can't help but feel sympathetic for her, her father and her are complete opposites, Charlie Swan is what is dark, corruptive and evil, the reason why I stay in the mob, and Isabella, his daughter, is nothing but pure, innocent and untouched, something that you rarely see now-a-days.

"Some things are better left in the dark Isabella." I leave it at that.

"Bella."

"Excuse me?"

"Bella," She repeats, "I prefer Bella."

Smiling at her, I nod, looking down at my watch, it showing ten fifty three. I sigh, "I cannot give you a tour of the house, I must go and finish off some business. I am sure you're hungry, feel free to eat whatever, the television is in the other room including a computer. I would prefer it if you were to not use the telephone, it is safer that way." She nods as she process all of my words, "I will be back late, so…don't wait up for me." I want to laugh at the fact that I thought I would never use those words.

"You aren't going to hurt my father…Are you?" Her wide eyes fill with plead and desperation.

Not too sure how to answer her question, I went with what I see fit, "Only if he follows what is asked." A few moments of silence, I warn, "If the phone goes or someone knocks at the door, don't answer, no one is to know you are here."

She nods, "Thank you…"

I smile, "You're welcome. Be back later."

"See you."

I grab the keys on the way out, locking the door before turning to my car and driving back to the scene of the crime, knowing that I only have fifteen minutes to get there before the cleaners do. Speeding towards the warehouse, my heart wrench in relief as I got there before the van did, which came two minutes after I parked.

Getting out of my car, I slam the door to make myself known, they look in my direction, even with a dimming light, I could see the fear in their face, "M-Mr. Cullen, what are you still doing here?"

I put my hands in front of my chest as if a white flag, "You do not need to be alarmed, let me guess, Carlisle told you to pick up the body?"

Hesitantly, he nods, "Yes, that is correct."

Perfect, "Hm, well, we will not be needing your assistance tonight, you may go home now."

He frown, "But your fathe-"

"Is not here," I finish his sentence, "You may leave."

My words process in my mind, before nodding and turning away from me, I quickly stop him, placing a hand on his shoulder, he froze, "You are not to tell Carlisle or any of the others, is that understood?"

A shiver ran down the man's spine, he nods, I smile, "Have a nice night Embry."

I went back to my car as I sped back onto the highway, I can't help but think how deep in shit I am at the moment. No one can come over, my thoughts echo, if someone does then Bella is going to have to hide in the basement. Thinking of the brunette beauty at my house makes me frown in sadness, how hard must this be for her? She has to stay with a man who nearly killed her while thinking it was her father. Not to mention now that she will be declared dead that she won't be allowed outside nor see any of her loved ones again…

As I pull up at the house, I can't help but think that when I get inside Isabella will not be there, that she will be dumb –or smart- enough to run away. I click the button on my remote to open the garage door before driving into the car space beside my silver Volvo, closing the door behind me. I walk into the house, the hallway light on. I walk to the kitchen, all the plates that were in it are gone, hm, she must have cleaned them…

I shrug off my suit jacket off and threw it in the laundry, I yawn, stretching my arms as I stop in the living room suddenly. Isabella laid out on the couch, her hair spread across the arm of the lounge, her one of her hands slightly covering her face. She still clothed in her father's police uniform. She looks so peaceful… "I guess I didn't tell her which room she could stay in." I chuckle to myself, I roll my sleeves up, before picking her up as carefully as possible. She tensed slightly, before nesting herself against me, her head on my shoulder with her arms close to her face.

"Mom…you forgot to turn off the coffee pot…" She groans, I bite back a laugh to not wake her up.

From just her appearance anyone could tell that she's underweight, but holding her right now, I'm absolutely positive that she's gotta be at least ten pounds under the average. I pick up about four Bella's in one set at the gym, so carrying her up the stairs and to the spare room to the left of my room couldn't be any more simpler. I shift her weight to one arm as I open the door and switch the light on, spectrums exploding from the circuit almost instantly. The room could use a few more added furniture to fill it up more, but other than that, it's quaint. Creamy white wall's, fluffy white carpet and a king size bed in the centre of the room. The room is nowhere near how big my room is, but it's still spacious.

I throw the golden comforter's to one side of the bed as I hoist Bella gently on the mattress, she instantly curling over to her side, her back facing me. Grabbing the blankets, I tuck her under them, knowing that she would be warm, I leave the room for her to continue her sleep. Sleep will most probably be the only time that she wouldn't have to worry about the situation upon us, knowing for sure that as soon as she wakes up that she wouldn't be going to her job or even college class. She will be stuck in this house, for god knows how long, at least until we know what is happening with Charlie Swan.

Sighing, I brush my teeth and threw water on my face to help me think a little clearer, I will only get at most, four hours of sleep, I have a board meeting at Cullen. Co with the directors, not to mention getting paperwork and other necessities done before being able to come back to my bed…Even then, I wouldn't get back until at least midnight. Damping the towel across my face to soak up the water, I unbutton my shirt and unzip my pants and brought them and my boxers to my knees, never liking to wear pajama's to bed. I leave them as a pile in the corner of the bathroom, I walk back out and collapse onto my soft, warm bed, throwing the covers over myself before letting the sleep consume me.

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So…Yeah, sorry, this chapter is as short as the last, but I promise to have the next one at least 4000k! :D

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