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"The blood stays on the blade."

Priest Vallon

Previously...

"What boss?" I grabbed her arms and pulled her out of the shower.

When she said nothing I shook her.

"I can't tell you..." She mumbled.

"Yes you can and you will." I requested.

She shook her head as tears started falling down her face.

"Tell me now!" I screamed as I shook her again.

"Ch-Charlie Swan..." She sputtered out.

"Are you sure?" I asked and she nodded.

I threw her down on the floor.

"Tell me everything."

"He and Kate... w-w-want to take...down your family." She gasped out between sobs.

"I'm sorry I have to do this." I told her as I reached out and placed one hand on the back of her head and the other on her chin, twisting quickly. Her limp body fell on the floor and I picked up the phone to call the one person who would be more interested in this information than me.

"Yea?" Edward answered sounding aggrivated.

This sure as hell wasn't going to help his mood.

"I need you to meet me at that hobby store. I found something you might be interested in." I said before hanging up.

I rummaged through her apartment digging out anything that could help us while I waited for Edward.

Edward's POV

Isabella had stormed out on me. Maybe I was a little rougher than I should have been with her, but I was very angry. I knew none of the guys told Rosalie so that only left my girl. She swore she didn't say a word, and I had never questioned her loyalty before.

But if she didn't tell, who did?

I would have to figure it out later. I was on my way to Carlisle's skank's place. He had information he thought I wanted. This better be worth my time. I should be running Isabella down. I had her guys on her so she would be safe. It still bothers me that she just took off. I don't like her being unguarded if only for a little while.

I pulled in the alley behind Carlisle's car and went upstairs.

I raised my hand to knock, but Carlisle opened the door before my knuckles touched the wood.

His face held a solemn look, and he motioned silently for me to enter. I took in the shitty apartment and all the electronics scattered around the cramped living room.

"The fuck?"

He shook his head and walked into the other room. I followed behind to see a tiny bedroom and through the open bathroom door I saw his naked, dead whore.

"Care to elaborate?" I said with irritation.

"Heather was working for Charlie."

His words made my stomach churn.

"Charlie Swan?" I knew, but I still needed the confirmation.

He nodded and threw the shower curtain over Heather's body.

We walked back into the living room, and he began picking up stuff and showing me as he explained.

"Heather was recording all of our conversations. She was trying to get dirt on the Volturi. I never told her anything, but she still tried. I hated to kill her, but I couldn't risk the exposure. I'm finally getting to a halfway decent point in my life. With Charlie's tie to your girl, I thought you would want to look into this yourself. I don't know what that fucking pig is up to, but it can't be good."

I gathered the contents scattered across the coffee table and dumped it all in a black garbage bag. I would listen to it at my place after I found Isabella.

We spent the next thirty minutes getting rid of the corpse before parting ways.

I was driving back to my place when my cell went off.

"Hello?" I answered not evening checking the screen.

"Boss, we- uh...we have a problem." Big Mike stuttered out.

"What the fuck do you mean we have a problem?" I asked sitting straight up. He had only one job and that was to look after my girl.

"We can't find her. She isn't at home or any of her usual places."

"I'll call my sister and the other girls. Search everywhere. Fucking malls, book stores, music stores, where the fuck ever. If she doesn't turn up they'll never find your body!" I screamed before throwing my phone.

I cursed under my breath and reached over to dig it out of the floorboard as my car swerved.

I called Esme, Alice, then Rosalie with no luck.

Where the fuck could she be?

I was torn between going back to my place and going through the tapes and burning down the city until I found her.

Against instinct, I went back to my place to see what was up with king pig. My guys would find her, she just needed a little time to cool off.

I sent her a quick text before I arrived at my place.

I'm sorry. Call me. Love you.

I would hear from her soon.

I lit a cigarette and listened to the tapes Heather had. Interestingly enough she recorded her conversations with Charlie and Kate, too. Why would she do that?

I deliberated whether or not to tell Isabella. At some point she would have to know.

I tried calling her a couple of more times before I called my guys. They hadn't found her yet, but she wasn't at home. Kate had just left so I decided to pay a visit to my least favorite pig.

Esme's POV

I was waiting at Aro's house for him to get home. My father called and told me he got bail, and I couldn't get over there fast enough.

I was sitting on the couch, my legs shaking in anticipation. I know it hadn't been that long since I'd seen him, but the thought of him sitting in a dirty cell made my skin crawl.

My heart picked up when I heard the front door open.

"Hey Ma!" He called out.

I jumped up and ran to him, jumping into his arms. I was going to savor the moment before he found out I told Rosalie about Emmett's problem and she had a meltdown at the hospital.

"I missed you." I whispered into his ear.

"Anche a me." (Me, too.)

He walked over and sat on the couch keeping me in his lap.

"What's good?" I asked laying my head against his chest.

He blew out a breath.

"Everything has been explained to me so I know Jacob wasn't involved. One of his punk ass customers was though. We'll fix that. I'm going to take care of that personally. As far as evidence, there was too much for me to get off scott free. With lawyers and a ton of green, the trial will be postponed for a couple of months."

"Will you be able to graduate?" I asked looking up at him.

"Yes. Even if I'm not there, my diploma will be."

It's not like any of us had been model students. Even Isabella was missing a lot these days. It didn't matter, we were all smart, and we would graduate without a problem. My father would see to that.

"How are you?" Aro mumbled against my ear sending shivers down my spine.

"I'm okay, I guess. I need to tell you something..."

"Che cosa?" (What?)

"I told Rosalie. I'm really sorry, but she-"

"I heard. I'm not mad at ya. If anything, it's my fault for telling you. I'm not going to be so old school that I hide everything. You women are stronger than the guys give you credit for." He kissed my temple.

I was relieved he wasn't mad and it made me feel all warm inside he wanted me to be included.

He had come a long way, and I was glad I took the risk with him.

I was going to focus on my time with him and enjoy every minute I had. Who knew what the future held.

Rosalie's POV

I had my head laid on Emmett's hospital bed holding one of his large hands between mine, wallowing in pity and rejection. My life was so fucked up and I felt lost. I couldn't be mad at Jacob, it wasn't his fault I had a stupid drunken moment. Thank God he put a stop to it and was enough of a gentleman not to mention it.

Carlisle was going to be here soon to check on Em, and Mary Alice was coming with him to check on me. I felt bad because she was pregnant and should be in the spotlight; yet, here she was putting up with Carlisle's adultery and tending to the rest of us.

Not too long ago, we were both planning weddings and then it just kind of died off. If Emmett woke up, I would jump right back into planning without hesitation, as long as he stayed clean. I wouldn't tolerate drugs.

Carlisle seemed to be doing better, as much as Alice was telling.

I was ready for them to come and go so I could continue to loll in misery alone.

All of my emotions caught up with me when a sob slipped out. I felt a slight movement amid my hands before I heard anutterance that nearly brought me to my knees.

"Rosalie?" A hoarse whisper floated to my ears.

"Em?" I looked up to meet his beautiful blue eyes.

"Wa-"

"I got it!" I shot up and hit the call button for the nurse.

I quickly filled a cup with ice and water holding it to his lips. He gulped it greedily as his eyes fluttered.

"Oh Dio, ho aspettato per voi..." (Oh God, I've been waiting for you...)

"Perché piangi piccola?" (Why are you crying babe?)

"I'm... I'm just so happy you came back to me." I cried out.

This was a sign from God that we would make it through whatever came at us.

I crawled into his arms and cried happy tears on his hospital gown. I should have been calling his family, but I knew the nurses would do it for me. I just wanted to be close to him.

Isabella's POV

I woke up to find myself in a dark hotel room that was actually well this side of nice. I rubbed my aching head and looked around to see no one else in the room with me. I seriously doubted that I was alone, but it was nice not to have someone staring at me.

With my new found life, there was no telling who grabbed me.

I got up, stumbling to the bathroom. On the way I glanced at the clock and saw it had been only a couple of hours since I stormed out of Edward's apartment. I did my business and noticed a change of clothes laid out on the counter.

Creepy...

I turned in a sloppy circle taking in every detail I could when the phone rang.

The shrill sound startled me.

On the fifth ring, I finally crossed the room and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" I managed with my raspy voice.

"It's good to see you're awake, Isabella." A female voice chimed.

"I guess." What the fuck else was I suppose to say to my kidnapper?

"If you haven't found it, there is a change of clothes for you and food will be there shortly. I'm tied up so it will be a little while before I can get there. Don't try to leave, I have guards at your door."

The call ended and I wondered what the hell was going on. There was no way the person who took me was a woman, yet it was obviously a woman on the phone.

It wasn't my mother and it wasn't Kate, but the voice still sounded slightly familiar.

I searched my clothes and the room for my cell before giving up.

My brain kept playing the voice over and over in my head as I took the quickest shower of my life and slipped on the black yoga pants and black long sleeve hoodie.

Where the fuck was Edward or my dad or my bodyguards?

I know I sneaked out, but weren't they supposed to be like ninja trained?

I turned on the small lamp on the nightstand and sat in the chair in the corner waiting.

I don't know for sure what I was waiting for.

Edward?

My dad?

Someone to rescue me?

Perhaps all of them.

Some time had passed before the metal lock on the door tumbled and it swung open revealing more light than I cared for, shadowing a curvy figure in the doorway.

"Hello little Isabella." A shrill voice greeted.