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Chapter 34

Bella.

I look outside and see the sun, with every second that passes I can see it getting lower and lower. Soon enough the sun will set and I'll be dragged to a church to marry a man I don't love. The more time passes the more hopeless it seems that Edward will come for me.

I don't know why he hasn't come yet, did something happen, is he alright?

Or did he just... give up.

No don't think that Isabella, there's no way he would ever give up on you, your husband loves you with all his heart. There's no way he would give up and leave you to this mad man! Then where the hell is he?!

Just then there's a knock on my door and in comes Jacob, that's strange.

"I see you haven't started getting ready yet." I roll my eyes at him, even he knows how ridiculous this whole thing is. "Well, someone wanted to come help you out." He moves to the side and in comes Carmen.

Oh my god!

Like a breath of fresh air she's here!

Why is she here though, I thought I was alone. That doesn't matter now, I rush over to her and take her in my arms.

"Aye mija, what are you doing here?" I ask her. I can feel her trembling in my arms as she embraces me back.

"Same reason you're here, wasn't given much of choice." she responds. I squeeze my eyes shut to hold my tears at bay. I can only imagine what's she's had to endure on her own, I have to be strong for her though, and for myself. I take a look at her, the right side of her face is bruised, and I can tell she's been crying long before she saw me.

"What did he do to you?" I whisper. Jacob is still there, not even daring to look away from us, so I'm careful with the pitch of my voice, hoping he can't hear us very well. Carmen looks me in the eye, reaches for my lip that is still swollen. "Same thing that he did to you?" she whispers back.

I shake my head and hug her tightly again. No one should have to go through what we've been through these past 48hrs, especially an innocent young girl like her. She wraps her arms around me and holds me tight, and as quietly as she can muster, she whispers in my ear.

"I talked to Jasper, they're coming. They're on there way, they need us to stall."

Oh dear god, they're coming. I try with all my might to keep calm and act as if she didn't say anything. I can't let anyone see any emotion coming from me, because if they do then they could catch on and that would be the end of it. We stay like that for a few more moments before Jacob breaks us up.

"Alright that's enough, you've had your fill, now it's time to go." Carmen looks over to him. "I thought you said I could help her get ready." She tells him.

Jacob takes a deep breath, he looks annoyed. "Yeah well I changed my mind, I'm taking you back to your room so you can get ready there and then we'll see her again at the ceremony, alright." he says in an annoyed voice.

Carmen glares at him, but embraces me once more. "I'll do what I can to stall." I whisper in her ear, she nods her head in understanding. A moment later I can feel her being pulled from my arms.

"Alright that's enough, it's time to go." Jacob growls as he yanks her toward him.

"Stop hurting her! She's just a child, she doesn't deserve your fists!"

He glares at me as he pulls her out of the room. "I don't give a fuck what you say or think, she's mine now and I'll do with her as I see fit." He yells and slams the door behind him.

I blink back my tears and fall to the floor. I thought I was the only one here, I thought Billy's crusade was all for me, how dare he involve this innocent young girl. I shake my head and bring myself back together, thinking of the positive news she was able to give me. She was able to get a hold of them, reach out to them, not surprising with how smart that girl is. She said that they were on their way and that we needed to stall. With out any type of clock in this room I have no idea what time it is or when to expect them, so I just have to stall for as long as I can, and I know Carmen will be doing the same thing.

A moment later there's a knock on my door and in comes the man from earlier, behind him is a young woman I don't recognize, she's caring a bag that I can see is filled with curling irons and hair accessories. I don't believe this, Billy actually sent me a hair stylist. I shake my head, when I realize I can use this towards my advantage. After all, I'm being kept here against my will, why not drive someone else crazy for a couple hours.

Billy

I grab my suit coat and tug it on over my arms and shoulders, go look in the mirror. Got to say, I look pretty good in a Tuxedo. I haven't worn one of these monkey suits since my first marriage to Angela. I shake my head thinking about her, stupid bitch thought she could betray me, that I would let her live. I laughed in her face as I hung her from that rope in her own home, all the while she begged and cried for me to stop...

"Guillermo, por favor, deja me..."

Watching her struggle against the rope, turning red from the loss of oxygen and then slowly dying right in front my eyes, hmmm... it's one of those moments you wish you could just relive over and over again.

There's a knock on my door bringing me out of my thoughts. "Come in." I say as I continue to examine myself in the mirror. My son comes in, wearing a very handsome Armani suit making him look very distinguished. I look him over and smile, glad that he inherited my looks and traits, and received nothing from his of a whore mother.

"Nice monkey suit." he states.

I laugh and turn around to grab my cuff links, I'm ready to get this show on the road. "So how is everything down stairs." I ask him.

"Good, everything is set up, priest is ready, all that's missing is the bride."

I smile, I can't wait to see her walking towards me in her white gown, I've been waiting for this day for over 30years and now my time, our time, has finally come. I look at my watch, almost sunset.

"Is Isabella almost ready?" I ask him. He shakes his head in amusement. "She's stalling for time, doesn't like anything that hair dresser you sent is doing."

I laugh, I knew my love would have cold feet up till the very last second. However I won't let her give in, we waited so long for this, it's our time now and we will be together... forever.

"How's the new security upgrade going?" I ask him. Once we secured both Bella and Carmen I made sure to up the security to the highest level available, that way no surprises would get by me or my men.

"It's progressing, the team you hired finished the outside, but they had to disconnect the main house for now, something to do with wiring, I really don't speak their fucking language. So for now the house is setup on a separate system until they get it fixed. They said they would have it done in the next few days. So if anything were to happen on the outside, we wouldn't be able to hear it till it got to the main house." I nod not to worried, I highly doubt anyone dumb enough will try to infiltrate my property.

"What about the Russians, any word from them."

He shakes his head. "All's quiet for the time being. They haven't heard any movement from the Irish, Carlisle and his family are still underground. Their only allies are the Columbians and they won't dare enter our Territory, so for now we're good."

I nod, glad to hear this news. I know sooner or later those Irish fuckers will come for my bride and granddaughter, and when that time happens we will be ready for them. The Irish are dying and I plan to have them fully eliminated at the hands of my blushing bride. I can't wait for the day, when my love is the one wielding the weapon whom takes out the fucker who got her innocence before I did. That isn't something I've haven't' forgotten and it isn't something I'm willing to forgive her for, or let her forget.

However there is the matter of the tunnels. Before I finish the Irish off, I need to get my hands on those tunnels. With Isabella being the heir to the Del Cisne name and the estate she is the only one who has access to those tunnels. I know this because my father told me. For years he tried to get his hands on the those tunnels and Juan always refused him, refused any relation with the Black Cartel. However that didn't stop my father from finding out as much information as he could about the Del Cisne family and the history behind those tunnels. They are only to be used in times of crisis, and the only person to allowed to control them is the head of the family.

Once Juan died it should've been Charlie in charge of them, but he wanted no involvement and forfeited his inheritance. Leaving Juan's widow, Virginia. She of course had the protection of the fucking Columbians due to that fucking agreement my father signed before my reign, and once Charlie and Renee had Isabella, that put her in line as the next heir. All I had to do from there was wait for that veija to die, it was just pure luck on my part that Isabella happened to be reincarnated as the woman I loved so many years ago.

And now we're getting married, and after we consummate our union, she will give me access to those tunnels and I will rule and everyone will fear me once again.

There's a knock on my door, and in comes Samuel, "Everything is ready sir." He states. I nod and he leaves. He's always been a man of few words, which I why I like him and keep him to the shadows.

I look over to my son. "Is Carmen ready?" He nods but I can see the grimace on his face. I know he's been struggling to get close to his daughter and that it's frustrating him to no end. I don't know why it surprises him so much though, he's been following that girl since he knew she was alive and knows just how stubborn she can be. A trait she definitely got from Hector.

I shake my head thinking of that pendejo, he went from being a pinche carbon that no one liked as a kid to a goddamn General. It fucking baffles me how the hell that happened, but also makes me grateful that him and that puta daughter of his are estranged. The last thing we need is for him to get involved.

I decide to let it be for now and talk to him later about his daughter, give him some fatherly advice. Advice I doubt he'll listen to, but at least I'll know I tried in this matter. He has a lot of time to make up for with that young girl, and from what I've seen, she's an ungrateful little bitch that needs a good beating or two, just not yet. He needs to butter her up first. I tell him to go check on her while I make my way downstairs and over to the courtyard.

Everything is as perfect as I requested. Purple violets are everywhere, soft music is playing and the Priest I hired is here. I walk over to him to see how everything is going. "Ah Padre Francisco, is everything to your liking."

He gives me a sideways glance. "Yes, everything is in order Senor Negro. However I do have to ask, Are you sure this is what the young girl wants. From what I've heard, she was especially close to Padre Aro and he was supposed to officiate her wedding to another man."

This motherfucker, doesn't he know I killed that asshole. "Listen to me, I hired you to marry me to that woman, I don't give a fuck about the past, she's here now and she's going to marry me today, whether she fucking wants to or not. And your going to be the one to marry us if you want to leave this property alive, do you understand me. I don't want to hear about that goddamn prick Aro again, nor do I want to hear about my fiancé being with another man, again. Today those fuckers don't exist, and all that matters is that I make her mine, forever, and you're going to help me do that!" he looks at me with fear in his eyes.

This fucker knows better than to question me, me! Guillmero Negro! The goddamn head of the Black cartel, the man who killed his own fucking piece of shit father to get his hands on everything at his disposal. The man who killed his own wife when he found out she was trying to take away his only son and flee to another continent, the man who killed the love of his life when he was 16 years old because she had to go off and marry another fucker instead. I've waited over 30years to get what I've always wanted and now that it's within my grasp, I'll be damned if some piece of shit man of god is going to try to take it away from me.

He takes a deep breath before speaking. "I understand your position at hand, what you are capable of, but I ask that you at least be respectful in this house of god." He says in a surprisingly confident voice, I guess the fucker does have some balls after all.

I smile at him. "Yes of course, forgive me father. Just got a little upset is all." His face doesn't show any emotion, but he accepts my apology and goes back to getting ready for the ceremony.

Twenty minutes later I've grown impatient. My bride was supposed to be here by now, but she isn't and I'm tired of waiting, it's time to find out what the hell is taking so long. I go up to her room and knock on the door, a moment later the hair stylist I hired opens the door, looking very tired and frustrated. "Senor Negro, I'm sorry for being late, but she is not cooperating. I haven't even gotten her in her wedding dress yet." she says exasperated.

I walk in and find the room in disarray, make up and curling irons thrown everywhere. Her wedding gown hasn't even been touched, it doesn't even look like she's tried it on. I find her looking out the window, arms crossed across her breast, it looks as though she's waiting for someone. I walk up behind her, place my hands on her biceps, I feel her flinch at my touch. It makes me sick to think she cringes at my touch, but soon enough she won't, soon enough she'll learn to revel in it.

"Mi armor, why haven't you gotten dressed yet, you were supposed to be downstairs over 10 minutes ago. I should be lifting your veil now, kissing you as my wife."

She cringes away from me and walks toward the bathroom. I take a deep breath, this is not how I wanted things to go. I tell the hair stylist to leave as I grab the dress from the hanger. "Isabella, it's time to put on your dress, and take your rightful place at my side."

I can see her thinking hard about something as she shakes her head and whispers something.

"What did you say." I ask her.

"I said that isn't my dress!" She screams at me.

I stare at her confused, how can she say this isn't her dress?. "Mi armor, what are you talking about, of course this is your dress, I bought it just for you, I knew you would look lovely in it." she slaps her hand to her forehead before walking over to me and grabs the dress from my hands.

"No it isn't! This isn't my dress, this isn't my wedding day and you are not the love of my life! Why can't you understand that! Why can't you understand that I am not Isabella Quijada! I was born Isabella Del Cisne and married into the Cullen family! I'm Isabella Cullen, I have a husband whom I-"

That's enough of that. I grab her by the chin making her go silent and shove her on the bed. Climbing on top, I straddle her, she fights me, but after a few moments I make her succumb to me.

"Listen to me you un-grateful whore! You are mine now, whether you like it or not. In 20 minutes you will walk down that aisle and you will marry me. You will learn to honor and obey me, and you will open those pretty little legs of yours and suck my cock when ever I want, do you understand me! That white piece of trash lost you, you're mine now and I don't care if you want to listen or not, you will do as I say and you will no longer defy me, do you understand you stupid little bitch!" she looks at me with pure hatred in her eyes, but I don't care, I'm done playing these games with her. She needs to learn her place and if this is the only way, then so fucking being it.

I lean down to her and caress her face with my nose, inhaling her scent. She smells like roses, which doesn't smell right. She supposed to smell like violets, she always smelled like violets. I shake my head, get off her and grab the dress she dropped on the floor, throw it at her. "You have twenty minutes to come down. I don't care if you're fucking naked, if you're not down there by then, I will come back, drag you down and make you say I do. Do you understand me!"

She doesn't say anything, her eyes aren't giving anything away. This is not a good time for her to get brave on me. I walk back over to her and grab her by the chin once more. "I said, do you fucking understand me?!"

She blinks before she finally speaks. "I will never say I do, to you." she says to me.

That's it, I've had enough. I grab her by her hair, making her whimper and drag her out the room, and out to her future.

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