So, none of this is mine. I wrote the first chapter for a contest and now, I'm expanding it. What I own … a condo and too many books. What I don't … Twilight and all its characters.

And we've made it to the climax, kids. Sorry about the cliffhanger, but this was ALWAYS planned this way. I'm warning you … the next chapter or two may be bloody and quite graphic.

*Violence Warning*
*Angst Warning*

Chapter Twenty-Six

BPOV

I was being shaken hard. My head was pounding from my killer hangover from drinking too many margaritas yesterday and I just wanted to sleep. "Fuck off," I grumbled, curling around Edward's pillow.

"Bella, wake up," Alice hissed. "Something's happened."

I opened my eyes and saw her terrified face. "What do you mean?" I asked, rubbing my face. "I'm … I'm still drunk, I think."

"Go brush your teeth, wash your face and meet us downstairs, Bells," Alice commanded. She looked at me, her eyes swirling with fear. "And get dressed." She hopped out of the bed and I looked at the clock. It was just after two in the morning. I was supposed to be up in five hours to be beautified by the glam squad for my wedding. I padded to the bathroom and did as Alice asked, tossing my curled hair up into a ponytail. When I was done with that, I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and one of Edward's dress shirts. I yawned, carrying a pair of sneakers downstairs. I was shocked.

There was a full house. None of them from the party the night before, save for Alice and Esme. Jasper and Emmett were speaking with Carlisle, who was pacing frantically. "What's going on?"

"Bella," Esme cried, getting up and hugging me tightly. "My sweet girl."

I awkwardly accepted her hug, but pulled back. "What the fuck is going on here? Where's Edward?"

"Bambina, I need you to listen to everything before you fly off the handle," Emmett said slowly. I crossed my arms, anger seeping out of me. "While at his bachelor party, Edward was taken."

"WHAT?!" I screamed. I flew to Emmett and started pounding on him. "You're his brother! You were supposed to protect him! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FIANCE?!"

"We don't know, but we're working on it," Emmett said, holding me in his arms, pulling me close and his voice cracking.

"Tell me what happened," I hissed, shoving away from him.

"Dad had just left with Anthony, to go back to their place in the city. He'd just shared some rather disturbing information about … well, it doesn't really matter now … and Edward said he had to go to the bathroom. Anyway, the bathrooms on the VIP level were under construction or closed for whatever reason. That's what the waitress said. Edward went down to the main level to go to the bathroom. I noticed that he was gone for a long time. Too long, if you asked me. Even if he was taking a shit."

"Emmett," Carlisle growled, narrowing his eyes at his son.

"What?" Emmett retorted.

"KEEP. GOING," I commanded, slugging his arm.

"Sorry," he said. "I ran into the waitress who told Edward about the issue with the bathroom and I went downstairs with Jasper. We got into the bathroom and there was evidence of a struggle. The mirror was broken and we found a couple of things on the ground."

"What?" I whispered.

Emmett reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag. Inside, there was a hypodermic needle and one of Edward's cufflinks. "We think that Edward was drugged and taken away. We're working on his location, but the tech who installed the GPS tracking device in Edward's ring hadn't calibrated it correctly."

My stomach fell to my feet and I felt sick. "Do you know who?" I cried, my finger running over the oval of his cufflink.

"Everyone was accounted for but one person," Jasper growled. "Garrett was gone."

"Edward mentioned that he didn't trust Garrett," I sneered, shooting up and glowering out the window, staring at the well-lit path to the dock. "Nothing came back on his background check."

"You didn't have his fingerprints," Anthony said. "He gave a fake name, fake social security number to a man who had died almost a year ago." He turned his computer around and showed us a picture of a handsome older man, but it wasn't Emmett's bodyguard. "Whoever this guy is, he's good or he has people who are doing this dirty work for him. If I hadn't done some further digging, I would have missed it, too."

"Do you know his real name?" I asked, trying not to cry. Stay strong, Bella. For Edward.

"According to his fingerprints on file, his real name is Vladimir. He's wanted by Interpol on sex trafficking charges in the Ukraine," Anthony said, pulling up the information.

"How did you not catch this?" I sneered at Emmett. "He was your bodyguard."

"We run thorough background checks, Bella," Emmett answered. "His paperwork and information that I received was legit. We sent off his fingerprints to Claire, but she's been inundated with some huge case and hasn't had a chance to run them."

"Is Claire as trustworthy as you think she is? She could have been in on this," I snapped, standing up and staring out the window, looking at the lake. "Edward was so sure there was an informant and there was. Someone who sat at this table, who was a part of our family. Now, because of that rat, my fiancé is missing. Who the fuck knows what's happening to him?" I turned, glaring at my family and so angry at how my Edward was betrayed. "I want … no, I need to … what can I do? I need to make this right."

"Edward wouldn't want you involved," Carlisle said, his voice ice-cold.

"Fuck that. I'm involved. I shared in that blood oath yesterday. I gave him part of myself and he's my fiancé. No, he's my fucking husband. I'm involved and I want to be there to end this. To kill those motherfuckers who stole my husband away the day before our GOD DAMNED WEDDING!" I screamed. I took a breath and gripped the edge of the counter. "What can I do?"

"Claim rite of vengeance," Anthony answered. "On whoever did this, you claim rite of vengeance."

"Fine, I claim rite of vengeance on that Garrett douche, or Vladimir, whatever the fuck his name is," I snapped. "Can I kill him now?"

"We have to find him first. Billy and Seth are working on locating the GPS tracker in his ring," Carlisle answered. "Bella, I know you're upset. You have every right to be. But, you have to stay strong and stay focused. We managed to stay under the radar for so long because we do not take the law into our own hands."

"How can you be so cold about this?" I growled. "This is your son. The man who you just handed over the power of the entire Cullen family … holy shit, it's Stephan and Royce. Garrett or Vladimir or whatever was working for them!"

"It would make sense, Carlisle," Jasper muttered.

Carlisle narrowed his eyes at me, his glare frigid and angry. He turned on his heel and stomped away, muttering in Italian. Jasper followed him, along with Emmett. Anthony hugged me, but I didn't return it. I was too upset. My Edward … he was taken. My worst nightmare was coming true.

"Bella?" came the tentative voice of Esme. I turned and looked at her, trying to keep my emotions at bay, but failing miserably. She hugged me. "It'll be okay, sweetie."

"Will it?" I croaked. "Garrett or Vladimir, he took Edward. What …"

"Do you remember what I said? That coldness you see, that you felt? That's how we'll get Edward back," Esme said, caressing my hair. She looked at me. "I know you can be that way, Bella. Yes, you are kind and good, but you need to be strong. If you're are going in, claiming rite of vengeance, you need to adopt that harshness. Be cold. Be calculating." She took my face in her hands, tears brimming in her eyes. "Bring back my son. Take your rite of vengeance. Kill those fuckers who stole him away from us, from you."

"I will, Esme," I nodded, a few tears falling from my eyes.

"Not Esme. Mom," she said, gripping me tightly and we fell apart together.

We stayed that way until we heard Billy cheer. "WE GOT A SIGNAL!"

EPOV

I moaned, my tongue feeling thick and my head was throbbing. I didn't drink that much. I wanted to be focused for my wedding, but I wasn't in my condo. I was standing up, my arms hitched above me and it was hot, stifling hot. I blinked open my eyes and tried to focus my vision on something familiar. It was too dark. I looked up and saw that I was chained to some massive pipe in the center of a cavernous room. Above the pipe, there was a bright overhead light. My body was stripped of my suit coat and dress shirt. I wore just a white undershirt and my suit pants, my feet barely touching the ground.

"Took you long enough," said the heavily accented voice of my captor. "I didn't even give you that much sedative." I didn't respond, only adjusted my hands from feeling the sharp cutting of the handcuffs around my wrists. "Nothing to say, Mr. Cullen?" I listened to his footsteps. They were heavy. "Hmmm, so it would seem. Do you know where we're at?"

I stared in the direction of the voice, not responding. With a snarl, I felt a powerful blow to my stomach and I coughed, feeling my ribs crack under the force of the hit. Another hit crashed against my jaw and my head flew back. My head, which was already fuzzy, was even hurting more. I shook my head, spitting out blood from a cut on my cheek from my teeth breaking the skin.

"You are so fucking weak," said my captor. "Look around, Mr. Cullen. The great leader of the Cullen Consortium. What a fucking joke. Where are we?!"

I did as he asked, looking around me and I didn't recognize the location. I only saw the circle of light around me, filled with spatters of my blood and sweat. I adjusted myself, standing up taller and glaring back in the direction of the voice. I turned off my emotions, preparing for the worst, but calculating for the best.

"Strong and silent type. It'll make when I fuck you over even better when I hear you scream," he growled.

"Vladimir, shut up!" came another voice. A voice I recognized. I blinked over to that one and watched as a shadow appeared to my right and invaded my space. "Hello, nephew. I hear congratulations are in order. My dear brother finally allowed you to ascend to be the leader. Congratulations!"

I smirked and finally opened my mouth. "It's more than you're ever going to get, Uncle. You have to work with a partner. Russians? The Bratva doesn't take kindly to two-timing losers like you."

"I don't want to hurt my blood … but, I will," he growled, reaching under his shirt and producing a gun. His hands were shaking. His eyes were glazed over and high. He was a loose cannon. I had to play this right. I didn't want another gunshot wound.

"Okay, Uncle Stephan," I said. He nodded, putting the gun back in his pants.

"You know what would make things even easier. I'll even let you go in time for your fucking wedding," Stephan snorted. "Give me power over the Consortium. I'm a Cullen, just like you."

"No," I answered. "I'm not giving it up." And you're not a fucking Cullen, you moron. You're a Romani.

"So, proud," Stephan growled. "Just like your father, my pain-in-the-ass brother." He walked away, pinching his nose. He reminded me of my father with that action, but he was so opposite of my dad. My dad was calm, cool, collected and able to lead a group of people. Stephan, not so much. Stephan was cruel, to his wife, to his children. Anthony was more of a Cullen than his father. "I could make your life easier. You could be at your wedding. A little bruised, but alive. You want to have that long life, right? You want to fuck your pretty little wife?" He grinned evilly. "Maybe Vladdy can fuck her for you. He's had a hard-on for her since he saw her."

"No one touches her," I sneered. "If you had any sort of honor, you'd remember that women are cherished, never to be touched in violence."

"They are just pussies to be fucked and receptacles for babies. They're nothing," he snapped. "Isabella will get what's coming to her."

"Not if I kill you first," I growled. Stephan looked back at me and his eyes were unhinged. He shrugged, waving his hand and walked away. I rolled my eyes, but I was punched, hit in the sweet spot, knocking me out. Again.

BPOV

I managed to doze off. Billy, Jasper and Emmett worked on localizing the signal where Edward was being held. However, the signal was constantly moving. It would appear that Edward was in some sort of vehicle. It was heading south and west. That was the last I heard before I drifted back asleep, still hungover and angry.

I woke up a little after eight, padding to the kitchen. I made some coffee. Esme was on the phone, speaking quietly. I put a cup of coffee in front of her. She hung up and gave me a concerned smile. "I've spoken to the church, the glam squad, and the reception hall. I told them that the wedding is postponed."

"I hadn't even thought about that," I said, my heart shattering. "What about Uncle Jimmy? Lauren?"

"Uncle Jimmy is on his way here. Jasper made the decision to tell him about Edward's abduction," Esme said.

"Was that wise?" I whispered, gripping my coffee mug.

"Jimmy lived with us for almost six months, Bella. He knew something was up. He also saw Carlisle come home from a particularly bloody incident. They shared a look and Jimmy nodded. He knows, Bella. He asked me and I told him what I could. Carlisle filled him in on the rest." I blinked, shocked that my uncle knew about the Cullen Consortium. He didn't say anything about it. "Bella, don't be upset with us, or your uncle. He figured it out. Seeing my husband covered in some other man's blood just solidified his theories."

"Bells?" came the worried voice of my uncle. I looked up and he limped to me. He pulled me into his arms. "It's okay, sweet girl."

"He's gone, Jimmy," I sobbed. "Some monster, some man took him from his bachelor party. They drugged him and dragged him away. This is my worst nightmare. What happens? What if I lose him?"

"Edward will fight the devil himself to be with you, Bells," Jimmy whispered, kissing my forehead. "He loves you so much."

"But, not if he's drugged, Jimmy," I sniffled. Jimmy sat down with me on the couch, holding me close to his side.

"No matter what, sweet girl. I'm by your side. I love you. You're so strong and so brave," Jimmy whispered soothingly. He wiped my tears away, cupping my chin. "Now, you've taken care of me. Let me help you. When did you eat last?"

"I'm not hungry, Uncle Jimmy," I said, wrinkling my nose. He arched a brow and he got up, hobbling to the kitchen. He began working in it, whipping up a breakfast to end all breakfasts. Everyone stopped what they were doing. Jimmy made me a plate, gesturing to the island for everyone to help themselves. The scent of pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausages made my stomach growl. I picked at my food, forcing it down. I didn't taste it, but I was grateful for the nutrition.

Shortly before two, which is when I should have been at a church, dressed in white and preparing to walk down the aisle, Billy clapped his hands. "He stopped moving. He's at a warehouse in Darien," he said.

"Send out a preliminary team," Carlisle said, his voice ice cold. "Jacob, Seth, you lead them."

"Got it, sir," Seth nodded.

"Jasper, Emmett, Anthony, change into something more comfortable. Load up," he said. Looking to me, he narrowed his eyes. "My son said that you're a dead shot."

"My dad taught me," I said.

"All black, boots and pull your hair back," Carlisle grunted, stomping away. "Jas, find her a bullet-proof vest and weaponry."

"Understood, sir," Jasper replied. "Come on, Bella." I followed him upstairs and he went into the closet. He found a pair of black jeans, a tight black shirt and my pair of hiking boots.

"Why do you call him sir? Not Boss?" I asked.

"Edward's the Boss," Jasper said. "I should be leading this whole thing, but as a sign of respect, we're allowing Carlisle to lead this op since it's Edward that's …" He looked at me, his eyes swirling with concern. He took my hands and knelt down in front of me. I was sitting on the bench at the foot of our bed. "Edward is tough."

"What if they kill him, Jasper?" I hissed. "I just found him. Today – it's our wedding day and my fiancé is gone. He's abducted." I felt tears streaming down my face. "I want my happily ever after, Jas. I finally found it, with Edward."

"And you'll have it, Bella," he said, kissing my hands. "Now, my suggestion to you is to braid your hair, tucking it up. Also, you're angry. Use that anger. It focuses you."

"The only thing that focuses me is Edward," I sniffled.

"Then focus on getting your happily ever after," he said. "Get dressed and meet me in Edward's office. We'll get you set up for battle." I nodded and he turned to leave. I changed into the clothes, braiding my hair and twisting it into bun, pinning it up. I tied my shoes and went into Edward's office. Jasper wrapped me into a tight, heavy Kevlar vest. He handed me some fingerless gloves. "Helps with the sweat while handling guns. Don't put them on until we get closer to the where Edward's being held." He also handed me a small ear piece. "We'll be connected. Felix will be with us, manning the comm from the SUV."

"Okay," I said, tucking it into my ear. He went over how to use it and I was able to hear all of the guys as they got ready. "Now, what about weapons? I don't want to go in ill-equipped to take these fuckers down."

He gave me a grim look, handing me two thigh holsters, filled with semi-automatic hand guns. I also had a Bowie knife strapped to my leg and several magazines of bullets stuffed into the pockets of my vest. "You run out of ammo, you turn tail and head back to the SUV. Edward would kill us if he knew you were unarmed, sent into slaughter." He looked at me and his slate blue eyes stared into mine. He picked up my hands, gripping my fingers. "Will you kill for The Boss?"

"Yes," I whispered, without doubt and strength in my voice.

"Show me your hands," he said. I held them up and he stared at them. "No shaking. No trembling. No fear." He blinked up at me. "No emotion. Understood?" I nodded. "And take off your engagement ring. The sparkle from the diamond will …" I gulped and slipped it off. I left him, putting the ring inside of my jewelry box. I blew out a breath, racing down the stairs. Carlisle was dressed in all black, barking orders to everyone. Jasper gave me a grim smile as I stood next to him. "Those stronzo will not know what hit them," he whispered to me.

"Hell, hath no fury like a woman scorned," I sneered.

"Ain't that the truth," Jasper quipped darkly. "Let's get The Boss. You have a wedding to attend."

We clambered into the car and made our way out of the city, toward the suburb of Darien. Just off I-55 and Lemont Road, there were several warehouses. Some were abandoned, victims of the recent recession. Others were filled with booming businesses. I knew, for a fact, that one of Edward's legitimate businesses was based out one of these buildings.

"We're closing in on the location, Jasper," Felix said from his perch in the backseat. He held a laptop on his lap and pulled up some picture. "It's the furthest warehouse. It used to be owned by The Boss, but he sold it when the company went belly-up. Something about cheating their customers and gouging their prices."

"The company or the warehouse?" I asked.

"Both," Felix answered. "Boss was adamant on maintaining a stellar reputation as a venture capitalist. When the company began to have issues, he offered to buy them out to try and save the company, but instead, he got rid of his share of the stock, selling it to the lowest bidder, along with the building, too. He took a loss on it, but recouped pretty quickly, aligning with the company's rivals."

"Did anyone lose jobs?" I questioned.

"Of course," Jasper answered. "But, some were created, too. The owner of the company wouldn't listen to reason and it was his own downfall. Plus, the numerous allegations of sexual harassment against him didn't help, either."

"Well, fuck," I snorted. "This place sounds like a real winner."

"Turn left up here, Jasper," Felix instructed. "Down the road and it's the last building on the right. It's been abandoned for a couple of years now."

The sun was sinking low in the sky, the beginnings of dusk coloring the warehouse in soft pinks and bright oranges. I saw Seth and Jacob immediately, standing near the entrance to the warehouse. Jasper pulled over, rolling down the window. "Anything?" he barked.

"Nothing," Seth said. "All the doors are sealed shut. We didn't want to alert them to our presence, so we just did a visual inspection. No cars. No movement."

"What does that mean?" I hissed, looking at Felix.

The second SUV pulled up next to us and Carlisle sat in the passenger seat, his face stoic and his gaze frigid. "We still go in. They may have clues. Or, God forbid, Edward's body so we can give him a proper burial." My heart stammered against my chest. Felix saw my anguish and took my hand.

"Boss wouldn't leave you, Little One," he murmured.

"Let's go," Carlisle growled and his SUV drove up to the warehouse, parking haphazardly in the lot.

Jasper pulled in next to him and he slid in his earpiece. I did the same and took out one of my weapons. I slid out of the car, following them. Emmett was behind me along with Anthony. They both looked larger than life in their black gear, menacing and evil, but I knew that they were only concerned for Edward. Jasper made it to the door with Carlisle and Seth, checking to see if it was open. It was clearly locked. Carlisle pointed to the door and said something that I couldn't hear since I was trailing back by Emmett and Anthony. Jasper and Seth took out some devices, planting them on the door frame. They ran back toward us and moved us behind one of the SUVs. A few moments later, a loud bang blew open the door. I jumped, my fear growing exponentially.

Jacob and Seth ran in first before yelling that it was safe for the rest of us to enter. I was flanked by Emmett and Anthony, following Jasper and Carlisle. Liam and a few of the other guys remained at the SUVs, guarding Felix. Inside of the warehouse, I wrinkled my nose at the scent. It smelled musty and wrong. The room we walked into was obviously some sort of reception area, filled with cheap furniture and older computer technology. "What did this place make?" I asked Emmett.

"Components for tablets and smart phones," he answered. "Mainly the cases and the touch screens. However, there was an issue with the screens. They were glitchy and that's what made them go out of business." He looked at me, his eyes soft. "Come, you're with me, bambina." We walked through the reception area and made our way down a long hallway, checking offices, but only seeing more ugly furniture.

Our comms buzzed in our ears. "There's a manufacturing area, Emmett. Your dad and Jasper are heading that way. The Boss's signal is stronger there," said Felix.

We turned around and made our way back through the reception area. We went up some stairs, finding the manufacturing part of the warehouse. It was empty, cavernous, really. The unpleasant scent I'd encountered when I first walked in was stronger here. It smelled like body odor and something burnt. We saw Jasper, Carlisle and Seth standing in the center of the room, underneath a bright light hanging from the ceiling. When we got closer, there was a pair of metal shackles hanging above them that were covered in blood. There was also blood on the floor, spattering the lit area. I fell to my knees, seeing the amount of blood. "Is he?" I whispered.

"There'd be more blood if he was," Carlisle said angrily. "He's still alive. They're toying with us, but this is Stephan. I'm certain of it. He gets off on torture, plain and simple. His wife is a clear indication of that."

"Yeah, my dad loved to make my mom black and blue," Anthony growled. "He's a monster, Uncle Carlisle. Whatever he has planned, he's not done yet. He'll murder Edward without a care in the world. He's on borrowed time."

"But, where's the ring?" Jasper asked. "The GPS is lit up like a fucking Christmas tree, but I can't find it."

From my spot on the ground, I saw something glint. I crawled to it. It was near one of the posts supporting the roof of the structure. I picked it up and saw it was Edward's signet ring, completely covered with blood. Carlisle walked over to me, crouching down and taking it from my fingers. His eyes flashed with sadness before standing up, his mask back in place. He pressed his ear and his lips pursed, clenching his hand around it. "We've got to go," he growled.

"What is it, sir?" Jacob asked.

"We got a phone call and there are visitors coming to our home," Carlisle said. He offered me a hand and I could see the torment in his eyes. I took it and he helped me to my feet, hugging me tightly and releasing me just as quickly. "Let's go. From the message from Felix, the clock's ticking."

EPOV

I woke up again, in a different location. This time I was on my stomach and I felt agonizing pain in my back, just between my shoulder blades. Memories assaulted me as I remembered what had happened after I was clocked out.

"Wakey, wakey, asshole!" growled that accented voice, slapping my face and backing away out of the light. "You're such a pussy."

"Stop punching me and release my hands, fucker. I'll show you a pussy," I snapped. He snarled and I felt a sharp snap on my back. I bit my lip so I wouldn't yell out in pain. Another sting on my back and I cringed. "Real classy. Whip a guy while he's chained. Fucker, at least make this a fair fight."

"I'm just beginning, Cullen," he laughed maniacally. "You're too fucking pretty. You're a shame to all mob bosses in the world. You don't have any scars, pussy." I heard him shuffle and smelled something, like gas. I heard him behind me and he pressed something between my shoulder blades. At first, I was confused. Then, searing, white-hot pain spread from my back and through my body. I screamed, my body clenching and trying to move away from the agony he was pressing to me. There was a blow to my stomach and I stopped moving, feeling more of the pain and smelling burnt flesh.

The pain stopped and I sagged against my bindings. I was punched, kicked, slapped and whipped repeatedly before another go with whatever they pressed between my shoulder blades. I screamed, my heart jumping out of my chest and my mind reeling. This torture continued for what felt like hours. Eventually, my hands were released. In my concussed brain, I felt my captors wrench something off my finger, tossing it out of the light. "Come on, Vlad. Boss said we need to get him out of here. On to phase two." Something was pressed to my neck and I drifted asleep, grateful since every inch of my body ached.

I shifted on the ground, shivering and uncomfortable. I heard heavy footsteps. I tensed, seeing a younger man walking to me. I couldn't really see much. My vision was blurry from my swollen eyes. He crouched down in front of me. He had some water. "Here, man," he said, his voice sounding young. It was deep, but still settling into its adult sound. I reached for the water, groaning when the injury on my back tore. "Fuck," he spat. "Let me get a straw. Don't move."

"Not. Going. Anywhere," I panted, falling back onto the ground and pressing my cheek to the disgusting floor. He came back a few moments later, pushing a straw into my mouth. I sucked down as much as I could, trembling at the coldness from the liquid. I panted heavily, pain radiating through my entire soul.

"Look, man, just give it up," he whispered, sitting down next to me. "They'll let you go if you give up your hold on the Consortium."

"What they're doing is wrong," I sneered. "I'm not giving up. I need to protect my family."

"Fuck, my dad said you were stubborn," he sighed. I looked at him, trying to get a better view of him, but my injuries prevented it. "I'm Collin. My dad works for Anthony. I came to work for Stephan because the pay was better, but now … it's not worth it."

"Anthony asked me to look for you," I wheezed, my ribs throbbing painfully.

"You found me," he grumbled. "Working for the two devils." He sighed. "They're going to kill you, Mr. Cullen. If you don't give up your hold, they'll kill you."

"Why are you telling me this? Why are you even helping me?" I asked.

"Because, the lies they told me about you and your family were disgusting. I knew about Mr. Anthony and he's a good man. These monsters? They ruin lives. I saw them rape a woman, a blonde woman, together. Stephan, Royce and Vladimir. She screamed for them to stop. She was bleeding and she didn't want it anymore. They wouldn't until she passed out." He gulped. "They dragged me into it, too. They said that they didn't want a virgin pussy on their crew. Vladimir stayed while I …"

"You don't have to tell me, Collin," I choked out. "I get where this going."

"I want this to end. It's sickening," he hissed. "I want to die."

"Don't give up, son," I said. "Not until … please, help me."

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice so sad.

"Call my family," I pleaded. "Tell them what they're doing to me. Tell them where we are. I don't care if I die, but I want them to know where my body is if it comes to that."

Collin sat quietly, his hands moving on his jeans. "They won't give up, Mr. Cullen. They've already pushed one guy out of their alliance. Older dude, very Italian."

"Marcus Volturi?" I questioned.

"Yeah. He took that blonde woman that I'd …" he trailed off. "He told them to fuck off and that they were truly evil. No honor."

"I agree with that," I chuckled darkly, making my sore body shudder in agony.

"You know if I make that call, I'm a dead man," Colling muttered. He let out a shaky breath. "It's for the best. I can't live with myself with what I did. I wanted my first time to be special, with a girl I loved." He stood up, brushing off his jeans. "Tell my dad that I love him and that I'm sorry I disappointed him."

"Collin, we'll try to get you out," I whispered.

"No. Don't. I'm a traitor. A rapist. I deserve to die," he said. "So do they. I'm making sure it happens, Mr. Cullen." He turned on his heel and stomped out of my room. I put my cheek on the floor, saddened at the lost innocence of Collin and angry at what those animals made him do. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be pulled back under, blissful unconsciousness taking me away from the pain I was feeling.

BPOV

We arrived back at the house. Carlisle stormed into his home and was shocked at his visitors. I saw a handsome older man, sitting on the couch with a beautiful woman and Rosalie. But, Rosalie was not the woman I remembered. The woman who was bitter and angry. She was a shell of her former self. Her hair is hanging limply around her face and she's easily lost thirty pounds.

"What's she doing here?" Emmett asked, glaring at his ex-wife. Rosalie flinched, moving closer to the woman.

"She's been abused, quite violently," said the man. "I had to free her from those monsters. I took her when they …" He gulped and stood up, looking at Carlisle. "We don't have much time. We've met before, Carlisle. At my father's funeral."

"And you were at my father's funeral, Marcus," Carlisle said, shaking his hand. "My sympathies about your son."

"He was lost to the darkness," Marcus said sadly. "Royce and Stephan corrupted him, making him into a demon, like them." He sat down and pressed his hands to his eyes. "I've come to walk away, to give all that can to end this war. This madness needs to stop."

"How do we know that this isn't a trick?" Jasper asked. "You were aligned with Royce and Stephan."

"They took all of my men, my weaponry and have left me with nothing. They've taken my children, murdering my son with their darkness and slaughtering my daughter while they took her innocence for fun," he spat. "I'm done. Fucking done."

"Are you even privy to what they're doing to my son?" Carlisle asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I was looped into all of it. I know their plan. Where they're taking him, along with a timeline," Marcus said. He reached into pocket and revealed a key. "Royce owns land out in DeKalb with a farm and no neighbors. Edward is being held in a storm shelter until they can kill him."

"Why haven't they killed him already?" Emmett asked.

"Stephan, Royce and Royce's lieutenant, Vladimir, they love to torture. They love to hear their victims scream," Marcus said, taking Rosalie's hand. She trembled, tears falling down her cheeks. "They love to leave lasting marks on their victims, too."

"So, they're torturing my husband?" I snarled. "And you're doing nothing about it?"

"I'm here, little girl," Marcus snapped.

"Do. Not. Speak. To. My. Daughter. That. Way," Carlisle growled. "Though, she has a point. Why wait this long? You said there is a timeline."

"I had to make arrangements for our travel," Marcus answered. "We're leaving the country. I'm invoking my dual citizenship and leaving the states. I'm moving back to Italy where I can stay at the vineyard owned by my family. It's quiet, away from people and a good place for Rosalie to heal from her injuries. Where she can feel safe." He stood up and handed me a key. "This is to the farm house. I've already given the address to Esme. You must hurry. At midnight, your husband will be killed and they will take the Consortium by force."

"It's already seven. DeKalb is two hours away," Jacob hissed. "We don't have much time to assemble an army."

"With the secluded location, the farm is not heavily fortified. The team you have here will be enough, but do not leave any survivors and bring down those animals, those monsters," Marcus said. He stood up, smoothing his coat. He held out his hand to Carlisle, who took it, shaking it gruffly. He turned to me, kissing my cheeks and reaching into his pocket. "A wedding present for you and your husband, dear Isabella. I wish you and your family happiness." He turned on his heel, leaving with Rosalie and his wife.

When the door closed, Carlisle looked to Alice. "We need you, Dr. Whitlock," he said. "If he's bad off, we're going to need your medical expertise." He looked at me. "Dress her similarly and be ready to go in ten."

"Armed, sir?" Jasper asked.

"No," Alice said. "I'll need to carry my bag."

"But, you'll be armed," Carlisle said. "Go!" We went upstairs and she put on a pair of black pants, a black Henley and a bullet-proof vest. Jasper gave her a knife and one gun before declaring us ready to go. Just as we were heading out to the cars, Carlisle stopped me. He handed me the signet ring. "You give this back to my son, Isabella. Put it where it belongs."

"Are you not coming?" I asked.

"I am, but your job is to save him," he said, his eyes filling with tears. "Bring him back."

"I will, Carlisle," I nodded.

He blinked and the tears dissipated. He hugged me, kissing my forehead before turning to head out to the car. With a gruff order, "Let's go!" we pulled out and made our way to DeKalb.

I slipped the ring onto my thumb, saying a prayer. "I'm coming, Edward. I love you," I whispered. "Vengeance will be ours, baby. I promise you."

A/N: We're on our way to save Edward. Chant it with me … HEA! HEA! HEA! Leave me some loving!