A/N: Thanks to Cristina, Paige, Sherry & Tiffany.

Thanks for all the reviews. Hopefully I have got up on replies to most of them now. I still have a few to send out tho.

Bad news is TTTB is coming to an end soon. Good news is there will be another story in the series to see how they settle into life in New York.

Tied to New York – coming soon.

Chapter 38

Edward and I had been going at it like rabbits ever since that night. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. Every chance we got we were fucking, and I was loving every second of it. I couldn't get enough of him, or the way he made me feel. I felt like we had grown closer because of it, like we now had this deep, rooted connection. I had even forgotten all about the danger and threat to my life, well, that was until Emmett knocked on Edward's temporary office door announcing that they had found Kate.

We had been in the middle of fucking when Emmett made his announcement. I think it was safe to say that neither of us was finishing now. Edward sighed, leaning his head against mine as I looked down at the desk I was currently sitting on. I wasn't sure how I felt about this. I knew Edward's plan was to kill my sister, but what if she had been used as a pawn in Garrett's scheme, what if she hadn't really known what she was doing? She was still my sister. The only flesh and blood I had left. Did I really want her dead?

"Isabella, look at me," Edward demanded, pulling away and cupping my face. I silently looked up at him, my eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Talk to me baby," he begged. He took a step back, tucking his half limp cock back in his trousers and straightening out my dress so it was now no longer riding up my thighs. "What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

I shrugged, wrapping my arms around myself. "I don't know, I, uh… guess she's still my sister."

"Look," Edward said, taking a step back and running his hand through his hair, "there is something I didn't tell you. When I was in New York, I met with your sister and Garrett. I saw her and let me tell you, she is far from the innocent victim you would like to think she is. She doesn't deserve your pity or sorrow. The only thing she deserves is a slow and painful death."

"Wait. What?" I asked, jumping off the desk and walking over to him. "You saw my sister and you never told me? What else have you been keeping from me?"

"Nothing," Edward said, shaking his head.

I scoffed, not believing for a single second that he wasn't keeping anything else from me. "What do you mean she is far from innocent? What did she say? Why did you meet them and why didn't you tell me before now?" Edward gave me a knowing look as if I should know better than to ask him about his business. I rolled my eyes, I was beyond the point of caring about tradition and what was expected of me. I wouldn't be left in the dark anymore, I wanted to know what was going on and I wasn't going to let it drop until he told me.

Edward sighed as if reading my mind. "Garrett called a sit-down. What was said is not important, but I saw your sister with my own eyes. No one was in control of her or forcing her to say anything. She spoke about you with venom in her voice. She doesn't care for your life, nor should you care for hers."

"I want to talk to her," I demanded. I couldn't believe what he was saying, that my own sister could just turn on me. What about all the years we had grown up together? Bonded? Did they mean nothing to her? Did I really mean nothing to her?

"No way," Edward said, shaking his head. "It's too dangerous. I won't put you in harm's way."

"Edward," I said softly, grabbing his shirt and looking up at him, hoping he would understand. "I need to talk to her. I need closure. I need to understand what is going on in her head. Why she did the things that she did, and if she had anything to do with my parent's death. I know it's dangerous, but I also know that you will do everything in your power to protect me. Please, I beg you, look at this from my point of view, and understand where I am coming from. I need to talk to my sister. I don't just want to. I need to."

Edward shook his head. "I don't like it."

I tilted his face until he was looking me in the eyes. "I'm not asking you to like it. I'm only asking you to give me the opportunity."

"Fine," he said. "Go upstairs and get changed and I'll talk to my father, but I'm warning you, if we do this, we do this my way. You follow my orders. You listen to me, no ifs, ands, or buts about it, or so help me God, I will put you over my knee and spank your ass so hard you won't ever be able to sit down again. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," I said, leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips. "Thank you." I loved that he was willing to compromise with me, even if he didn't like the idea. Not that I was against the idea of a spanking. I moaned involuntarily at the thought. Edward cocked his eyebrow at me. "I'll be right back," I said, not giving anything away. I knew if I told him what was going on in my mind, then neither of us would be leaving this office for at least another half hour, and sex wasn't something I needed to focus on right now. Right now, I had to figure out what I planned to say to Kate. What I wanted to ask her and how I would cope with the answers she gave me.

I changed into a pair of jeans, a plain t-shirt and a pair of converse. I wasn't really sure what you wore to an impromptu visit with your sister. I imagined her new living arrangements wouldn't be the finest either. I may have also snuck my gun into the waistband at the back of my jeans and hid it under my t-shirt; in case, you know, I felt the urge to take her life. I wasn't sure Edward would be down for that idea, so I thought it would be best if I brought my own gun.

When I went back downstairs, Edward and Carlisle were talking in the hallway. Carlisle didn't look overly happy. I presumed he didn't approve of me going to speak to my sister. I knew he had said the house was on lockdown, no one left or entered without his permission, but I was hoping he would make the exception for this. It was kinda important, to me at least.

"Edward tells me you want to go with him," Carlisle said, once I joined them.

"Yes," I said, glancing up at Edward, wondering what had been said, but his face gave nothing away.

"Don't you think it would be better if you stayed here, with your family, where it is safe?" Carlisle questioned.

I shook my head. "I understand it's risky, but this is something that I need to do, for my own peace of mind. Edward and his men are more than capable of keeping me safe."

"I told you," Edward sighed, "her mind is made up. There is no changing it once she has set her mind to something. I'd rather she come with me, where I can keep an eye on her, than have her try something stupid and run-off on her own." I glared at him. I wouldn't try anything like that. I had learned my lesson, but my anger was short-lived. Edward had placed his hand on my lower back and I cringed, knowing he had felt the gun. He lifted my t-shirt up and pulled the gun from my waist, holding it out in front of me. "More than capable?" he asked, cocking his eyebrow.

"Think of it as a precaution."

Edward handed the gun off to his father. "I've seen you shoot. I think it would be safer for all of us if you remained unarmed for this trip."

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't nearly as bad as he was making me out to be.

"Isabella," Carlisle said, firmly, "If I allow you to go with Edward, I want you to give me your word that you will follow his orders, that you won't make things difficult for him and his men. Kate is being kept in New York, so you will be two hours away from our protection. Garrett is still at large, which means New York is still very much unsafe for you."

"I promise not to make things difficult for Edward or his men," I said, glancing up at Edward. "I merely wish to speak to my sister while I still have the chance."

Carlisle nodded. "Okay, you may go then."