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Chapter Eight
Edward's POV
It had been two days since the messenger had notified us of the Ranger who was looking for my wife. His companion turned out to be none other than Royce King the Third, he'd come looking for Rosalie he was sure we'd taken her especially after the night of his fight with Emmett, the same night we took Isabella.
Carlisle and I waltzed into town like we owned it and around here we did. The men we were looking for were waiting in the saloon, only they didn't know they were waiting on us. Jasper and Emmett were waiting on a signal from us to enter the saloon, I gave them the signal as we walked in, they followed and the four of us sat down at the same table with Black and King. They looked up as we sat down shock and anger displayed on both their faces.
"What the fuck is this?" Black demanded banging his fist on the table.
"Careful what you say and do, this is our town," I said smirking.
"Where's Isabella?" he yelled at us. "Where's my fiancé?"
"Your fiancé?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Yes, I'm going to marry her when I get her back and I will get her back." He banged his fist on the table a second time.
"And if she doesn't wish to go with you?" I questioned still smirking.
"Why would she want to stay with you? Your nothing but a monster, a murderer!" he was losing his temper.
"Where's Rosalie?" Royce spoke for the first time tonight.
"You'll never see her again," Emmett responded.
"If you've hurt her I'll kill you!" he stood knocking his chair to the floor.
"Me hurt her? That's rich! You raped her, beat her, and sold her body to your friends! And yet you stand here threatin' me. When what you've done is worse than what I've done to her." Emmett said laughing with no humor.
Black looked at his friend in shock apparently he had no clue how cruel the asshole next him was til now. "What is he talking about?"
"Nothing! What I do with my whores is none of your business!" King looked away from us.
Black turned back to me not at all concerned about King's whores any more than King was. "I'll ask one more time where is Isabella?"
"My wife doesn't want anything to do with you!" I said standing, the others followed my lead.
"She would never marry you. Isabella is good and sweet. She deserves better than you." He yelled standing.
He followed us into the street, the four of us turned to look at the two men. They stared us down, hands on their pistols. I prayed they'd make that mistake.
"If the two of you were wise you'd leave this town before it's too late." Carlisle said and we turned and left town heading for the house.
The next morning, I awoke with Isabella wrapped in my arms, but something felt off, though I couldn't place what. I looked to the corner of the room to the crib where our daughter slept. I got up to check on her, once I reached her crib I discover she was gone…
I know, a cliff hanger, but bear with me because I am trying to get the whole thing posted today.