Isabella's POV

September 1918

I ran to the brick cottage that was located about 60 feet from the manor, where Esme, Jessica, Rosalie and Alice lived. I couldn't stop the huge grin on my face as I burst through the front, startling the four women who were sitting in their living room.

Chest heaving from the sprint, I looked over at them, certain I looked as wild as I felt.

"They said yes!" I exclaimed and three of them screamed while Jessica rolled her eyes.

"We need to get ready! We have to look our best for tonight!" Alice hopped up from the couch. "It's the first night our Bella is finally getting away from this house and going to the city."

I couldn't believe it, after begging and pleading and further selling my soul to the two men that it had already partly belonged to, they finally caved and allowed me to go out with my friends.

The price was steep, one that I shuddered from the thought of, but didn't dare speak of to the girls.

They were aware of my relationship with the two men, but never dared to ask me about it. All due to the fear they had towards their three bosses, although the maids knew nothing in regard to them being vampires. They knew that nothing they said was unheard or seen, not even their hushed whispers. So even as curiosity danced behind their eyes every time the girls watched me interact with them, they never acted on it.

Nor did they show signs of judgment, they treated me as if I were the friend I had fought to become. After months of convincing them that I wasn't like the three intimidating men, they finally opened up and I was eternally grateful.

As enthralling as Jasper and Emmett were physically and sometimes conversationally, it felt nice to speak to someone whose hands or cock didn't find its way inside me when I sought them out.

It also was stimulating to converse with humans, I hadn't realized the difference until I spoke with the girls. They weren't bogged down with centuries of life and their emotions weren't muted. They also genuinely enjoyed listening to me, far more than Jasper and Emmett did.

"I want to raid that amazing closet of yours Bella," Rosalie piped up. "I've yet to see you wear the same thing twice."

"That's because it gets ripped to shreds before I get the chance to wear it again," I muttered to myself.

"Great idea! Let's get dressed in my room!" I offered.

"Master McCarty won't mind?" Esme said voicing all of their concern.

"Of course not, he'll remain in his room brooding," I reassured. Unlike them, I knew that even with the distance between their cottage and the manor, they still could be heard. It didn't matter if were here or above Emmett, he would know everything we did.

They agreed and we traveled back to the manor sans Jessica, giggling like schoolgirls as we went up the stairs to my room.

They all filed in and I turned to shut the door, finding Emmett standing in the way.

The giddy noised ceased instantaneously.

"Yes?" I asked annoyed that he was here after I just promised them he wouldn't bother us.

"My room. Now." He walked away and I turned to look at the girls, their eyes wide with fright.

"Don't worry, you should know by now that that's how he speaks," I quailed their concerns. "Find what you want in my closet, I'll be back in a moment."

I shut the door, hoping they would still want to go out when I returned. It was my birthday and I wanted nothing more than to be free from these walls for just one night. I hated watching them drive away every weekend to spend a night dancing and celebrating life, while I was stuck imagining what they were up to. When they returned, I would ask them to tell me everything, hanging onto their every word as they told me about San Francisco's night life. They told of clubs and speakeasies, illegal moonshine, music and handsome men. I salivated at the mouth just dreaming about getting to go out with them and finally the time was here.

I made it to Emmett's dungeon, finding him in the same position I always did when I came here. Naked in front of his fireplace that was burning, hands behind his head and legs crossed. He told me a while ago that he enjoyed the feel of the fire on his skin, reminding him of when he was once human. It was one of the only rare moments he shared something about himself.

He lay there as if he weren't just upstairs disturbing us.

"What is it? I need to get ready for tonight."

"Take off your clothes," he ordered me.

I groaned despite my eagerness to comply. "Can't this wait until I get back?" I asked the question even though I stripped.

"I need to prepare you for the deal we made," his erection was prominent, laying on his stomach.

I gulped at the thought of what I agreed to, the idea scandalous. Going back and forth between the beds of different men was already immoral. The deal I made with them for tonight sucked me deeper into my shameful existence.

Climbing on top of him, he snatched my waist into his hands. He lifted me up and impaled me with his cock. My head flew back, crying out in acceptance of him. I rocked up and down on top of him, matching his upward thrusts, digging deep into me.

My hands fell forward onto his chest, using him to steady myself.

"How is this preparing me for anything?" I moaned, Emmett reaching up to grabbing a fistful of hair on the back of my head. He smashed our lips together, kissing me with the same aggression as he hips.

"Are you eager for it?" He rumbled against my mouth. "You don't need to pretend that you're scared."

Emmett lifted me off of his erection, turning me away from him before placing himself back inside of me.

My back faced him now, his hand pushing me down so that I was pressed onto his legs.

With his hips still burying his dick into me, I lifted back up and grabbed ahold of his wrist when I felt his finger press against my anus.

"No!" I pleaded.

How had this have anything to do with what we spoke of?

"There's no resisting," Emmett took himself from me once more, putting me face down on the rug, lifting my ass high in the air, spreading my legs wide. "You've already agreed."

"What we agreed upon has nothing to do with this," I felt his breath against wet center. His tongue licked from my clit, circling at my entrance before moving up to my puckered butthole.

"It does and you'll find out soon enough as to why," his tongue returned to my hole, licking and probing.

It was glorious, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as he fingers pumped in and out of me while licking and nipping at my anus.

Just when I thought they couldn't possibly drag me further into their debased way of life. They proved me wrong.

"Relax, if you do," his finger was back at my untouched entrance. "It won't hurt as much."

As much? I went to speak but was silenced as his finger slowly went into me. He made it knuckle deep before he retracted his finger before pushing it back in, this motion continued until my own body was pushing back to meet his finger's pace.

"Now two," Emmett stated as another finger joined, my hole tightening at the pain.

"No puedo," I protested. "It hurts."

"Not for long, relax yourself."

I tried to obey his words, the stretch of his fingers creating a pain that reminded me of my first time. Only worse.

His fingers dipped into my other entrance, vacating my anal canal for a moment.

"Your wet pussy tells me another story Isabella," his tongue found me again.

I panted like the wild animal I became when he fucked me, just like him. His wet fingers were back at it, taking their time in entering and exiting me, my cum seeming to help ease in and out me.

"Does it feel better?" He asked me while his fingers went dangerously deeper.

"God yes!" I groaned, alarmed by the way my body eagerly took him in.

"One more," with a third finger, he continued to widen me, my fingers curling into the fur of the rug, my forehead buried into the fur as my teeth gritted together.

"I shouldn't be surprised that you like this," his lips kissed one of my raised ass cheeks. "It's as if the gods made you for us, a perfect angel to the world but in the dark of night, you're just as filthy as us."

"Ay." I felt closer to coming, agreeing to anything he'd say as long as he didn't cease.

His cock was inside me, while his finger continued to fill me. Both holes being worked, I could feel his fingers and cock rubbing together inside of me.

"Scream for me, show me how much you like me fucking you like this."

I obliged him, forgetting the girls that were upstairs and not caring if my shrieks reached them.

His strokes were swift, his finger plunging in as deep as they could, drawing out an orgasm that silenced me, leaving my mouth wide open as I was overcome with the purest form of bliss.

Emmett bellowed out, releasing inside of me.

Out of breath and aching, my knees gave way underneath me.

Emmett's body fell carefully over mine, his mouth at my ear. "Don't wash me away, I want you to walk around with my cum inside of you. If a man approaches you, I want you to think of me still inside of you as a warning."

I nodded, aware that I wasn't crazy enough to ever look at another man.

When I returned after fixing myself as best as possible, so it didn't look like I had just got fucked, the girls were already dressed, focusing on styling their hair.

I put on a grin to let them know that everything was fine.

"Are you still able to come out with us?" Alice asked me.

"Of course! Emmett was just warning me not to do anything crazy."

I could tell there was more they wanted to say, but no one said anything. Instead Rosalie held up a silver flapper dress, the fabric sparkled with sequins and beads.

"We found your dress for you, once you get dressed, I'll do your hair for you," Rosalie offered, her own light blonde hair curled to perfection.

I took the dress and disappeared into the bathroom to get dressed, the inside of my thighs still wet from Emmett, my body still humming from climaxing. I was careful slipping into the dress, not trusting my legs as they still had a tremor to them.

The aftermath of Emmett left me distracted, which I'm sure was his plan, probably even hoping that I would ditch my plans altogether so that we can continue what he started. The thought did occur, but I didn't dare give him that satisfaction.

Once I had the dress on, I went to Rosalie, wincing slightly when I sat down. My butt was very tender, so I was careful not to move around while Rosalie worked my hair into a loosely curled chignon. She also put makeup on my face, applying a red lipstick that contrasted to the black eyeshadow and eyeliner she used.

"I love it!" I said to my reflection, my appearance nothing like the modest one I always had. I hardly even recognized myself.

My mother came to mind, souring my upbeat mood. She and my father were never too far away in my head, I had always thought of their well-being. Pondering if they still searched for me or if they lost hope.

I doubted the latter. Papá was a tenacious man, he wouldn't rest until I was back home safe.

"Let's go ladies!" Esme interrupted my somber thoughts. "Men are waiting, drinks need to be consumed, and we need to dance until our feet fall off!"

I blanched at the talk of men, knowing that Emmett heard her. Surely, she meant the first for everyone except me, but that wouldn't stop Emmett from putting a stop to the whole thing.

We rushed from the house, them excited to get into the city; me so that I could get away from Emmett. Even as we piled into the car and Alice drove us away, I kept waiting for him to appear and haul me away. As we drove down the paved road through the forest and out onto the main road that lead us to San Francisco, he never appeared.

Moonshine was awful. The drink burned like acid and tasted just as terrible as it felt going down my throat. I had never had any other alcohol other than wine and I loved wine.

Moonshine was like drinking kerosene. But the effects swept away my paranoia and nerves, after the second glass, Emmett was far away while I was busy learning to dance with my friends with the band playing as if it were their last day to live.

Esme was amazing, her moves capturing the attention of the entire club, cheers and applause fueling her more and more. I clapped along with them, grinning so wide it felt as if I could split my face in half.

Soon she found a dance partner that was just as zealous as her, swinging her around with confidence that was unmatched. They moved together as if they were lifelong dance partners, twisting and swaying with vigor.

"Here," Rosalie put another glass of moonshine in my hand. "Drink up! You're not supposed to be this still!"

She threw back her drink in a few gulps, showing that this was her regular routine.

Attempting to do the same, I barely made through half the glass before I was coughing up a lung.

"Careful there," a male's voice came from behind me.

I turned; my throat still raw from my hacking spell.

I didn't trust myself to speak yet, the man laughing at my contorted face. "You must not be a drinker."

I shook my head in agreement.

The man was as handsome as the girls described the men to be that they danced with. His eyes a dark green, his dark hair slicked back. His features soft, a playful smile plastered on his bearded face.

His smell was just as intoxicating as the moonshine, which was taking a stronger hold on me. The room began to sway like the moving bodies around us.

"You feel up to dancing?" His hand reached out take mine.

"I've only just started to learn tonight, I'm afraid I wouldn't be too much fun," my voice was scratchy, clearing my throat.

His eyes widened with intrigue. "Are you not American?"

I shook my head. "I'm from Spain."

"So that's where all the beautiful girls are hiding," he complimented me which created a blush on my cheeks. "I'm Michael, but my friends call me Mike."

"I'm Isabella, but my friends have come to call me Bella."

"Bella," he repeated. "I don't mind that you don't know how to dance, it'll be my pleasure to teach you."

I grinned in delight, before taking his hand, I finished the putrid drink in my hand, thankfully not coughing up my other lung.

He led me to the dance floor after I sat my empty glass down and we began to dance with everyone else. My novice skill became quickly apparent, but Mike was patient, both of us doing more laughing hysterically than actually dancing. Mike picked me up and twirled me around, flipping me once at my request and I squealed happily.

I fell deeper into the lull of the moonshine, my dancing becoming more fluid and soon my body was pressed against Mike's, his arms wrapped around my waist.

Warning signs flared in my mind, something telling me that this wasn't a good idea, but my mind was foggy. I couldn't think clearly, the only thing on my mind was Mike and his green eyes that went from two to four the more I gazed up at him. His face seeming to split into two no matter how hard I blinked to clear my vision.

"I want to kiss you," he murmured against my face.

"You kiss her, and I'll wring your neck," a voice thundered behind me.

Mike backed away from me. "Is this your husband?" He looked petrified, throwing his hands up in surrender, his eyes darting to me and who I assumed to be Emmett.

I shook my head, which sent me swaying off to the side. "I don't have one of those." My words were slurred.

Hands reached out to keep me from toppling over, I looked back to find Emmett glaring down at me.

"Oh," I pouted at his appearance. "He's just…Emmett. We have sex, a lot of it. But he's not my husband…or my fiancé…or even my boyfriend. Actually, I don't thought about what he is. Jasper or Carlisle."

"Look man, I don't want any trouble," Mike's hands went up higher.

"No. Trouble, we're just trying to figure out what these three men are to me," my head fell back against Emmett's chest as I looked up at him. "¿Sí?"

"Walk away," Emmett said to what I thought was me. Mike rushed off without uttering a single word to me.

"I would but you hold me so tightly," I replied. "Espera. Have you been here the whole time?"

"Do you really think we'd allow you to go off on your own?"

I nodded furiously. "You promised me I could go out."

"We said nothing about going out alone."

I tried to wriggle free, cross with him, but I wasn't going anywhere.

"Déjeme ir," I said flustered.

"We're going home, you're drunk and I'm irritated."

He tossed me over his shoulder like a rag doll and my world continued to move violently.

"You're always irritated! ¡Eso no es nuevo!" I fought helplessly as he carried me out.

"Bella!" Alice called out. "Emmett!"

She seemed to no longer cower at the sight of her boss. Nor feel the need to call him by his title.

Moonshine was truly potent.

"Gather the others, we're leaving," he commanded. She skipped off to do as he instructed.

Outside, he found the car and tossed me into the front seat, strapping me in with the seatbelt.

"You…" I hiccupped. "Haven't my question. Respódeme."

"You didn't ask one," he snarled.

"Ay dios mio," I shout exasperated. "Are you my boyfriend? Jasper and Carlisle too. Do I have three boyfriends?"

Another hiccup.

He walked away at the sound of the others, the three of them just as drunk as I was, stumbling over each other as they made it to the car.

"Emmett has come to the rescue!" Esme exclaimed.

"Did we need rescuing?! Have the police come!?" Rosalie looked around frantically.

"No, he's just ruining fun!" I huffed while they got into the car.

Emmett shut their door and walked over to the driver's seat, driving us away from the club.

"Why?" Alice whined. "I had just met the cutest guy, we didn't even exchange numbers. Oh! And Bella I saw you with that guy! You looked so cute together."

"¡Eso es lo que dije!" I exclaimed.

"Bella," Rosalie said flatly. "We don't speak Spanish."

"¿Por qué?" I rubbed my eyes at the headache I was forming, whining. "Duele hablar en inglés."

"Still can't understand you," Rosalie crooned.

I cursed in Spanish and they began to cackle.

"Ladies!" I remembered something. "I have to ask you something."

I took myself from the seatbelt and turned over in my seat.

"Sit down in your seat Isabella," Emmett barked, his temper flaring further.

"After I ask them question," I leaned over the seat to get closer to them. "I have confession to make first. Emmett, Jasper…we fuck."

"We know," Esme's words came were as garbled as mine.

"You're not exactly quiet about it," Rosalie added.

Silence fell in the car several seconds before the four of us erupted in a fit of laughter. Tears streaming down my face, my stomach aching while doubled over the seat.

"Perdóname mis amigas," I gasped through the laughing fit. "But it is unhelpable."

"Unhelpable?" Rosalie repeated and our laughter seemed to reset.

"There is still the question!" I yelled over the laughter.

"What is it?" Alice wiped the tears in her eyes away, still giggling.

"I ask Emmett, but he won't tell. If you have sex, that means we are boyfriends. No?"

"But you have sex with both of them," Rosalie mumbled her eyes closing droopily. "You can't have more than one boyfriend."

"You also can't sleep with more than one man under the same house, but she's doing a pretty good job at it," Esme chimed in.

"How is that?" Alice piped up. "It's not fair that you get to have one of them, but both! Can't you share?!"

I slapped my hand out over Emmett's chest possessively. "Nunca. Never."

Alice stuck out her bottom lip. "Don't tell me that you plan to keep Carlisle to yourself as well when he arrives."

I grinned in delight at the thought of him. "Sí, there will be none of this sharing."

"You've been with all three men?!" Rosalie seemed to drool at the idea. "God, they're all so fucking gorgeous, I wouldn't be able to decide between them either. Although Emmett is so big and manly, I'd love for him to tear me apart with his bare hands."

We spoke as if he wasn't in the car with us. "Trust me, he tries to tear me apart…but not just with hands. And Carlisle. No. We haven't fucked yet, he is still in Spain with Papá and Mamá."

"They know about them!"

"Of course not! It is a secret," I pressed a finger against my lips. "Not even you three can know."

Emmett gave a snort.

We arrived in front of the house, the car not even at a full stop before we were trying to exit. My door came open and Emmett snatched me back in the car before I tumbled out.

"Damn it Isabella!" he snapped, this was the first time he had ever raised his voice.

He stopped the car and turned it off, pulling me from the vehicle and back over his shoulder.

"Emmett," my stomach felt as if it flipped upside down. "I have to…how you say vòmito?"

He took me from his shoulder, the movement too quick and my stomach reacted negatively. I threw up just as he was setting me down, the content of my stomach sliding down his shirt.

"Vomit," I wiped at my mouth, now remembering the word in English.

Alice, Esme and Rosalie fell out of the car onto the ground into a tangled mess of arms and legs.

My head lulled forward, Emmett still holding me off the ground in front of him.

"Lo siento," I drawled out.

"Jesus Christ," Jasper's voice rang out.

My head dragged up to look at him.

"My other novio," I gushed. "Wait."

I turned to look at Emmett who was fuming. "Are you or are you not my boyfriends?"

"Take her and get cleaned up, I'll deal with them," Jasper said to Emmett.

Emmett didn't reply, only carrying me at arm's length to the manor.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked as we went up the steps.

"Infuriated."

"What can I do for your infuriated to not be towards me," my eyes felt heavier, the desire of sleep sweeping over me.

"Sober up and we'll talk."

I meant to nod, but my head only fell back and remained there, my eyes closing. I opened them again at the feel of warm water over my face. I sputtered and tried to swat the water away.

Emmett had placed us both in his tub, he scooped up more water in the silver bowl prepared to repeat the action.

"Are you trying to drown me?" I tried to push away from him, but the water came anyway, my eyes shutting as it fell into hair and over my face again.

"I wish."

Blinking furiously, I tried to snatch the bowl from his hand, but he tossed it across the room, clattering against the tile.

With a mischievous grin, I shoved water from the tub directly into his face, the water splashing on the floor as I snickered at his wet face. Water dripped from his curls, his expression stale.

"You don't like either," I scooted forward on his lap.

His hand went to my throat, not squeezing, but his fingers closed firmly. "You're poking at a bear Isabella."

"I don't remember ever seening a bear as beautiful as you," I purred, not threatened by him. I looked at his lips, licking my own as I grew excited at our naked bodies being so close together.

"You're drunk. I'm not fucking you," he removed his hand, standing from the tub with me in his arms.

My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing me closer to him.

"What if I begged?" I ground myself into him while he carried us into his room.

He didn't speak to me, only drying us off with a towel and then tossing me into bed with little care.

Once he was inside, I pounced on top of him, his erection underneath telling me another story.

"Go to sleep Isabella," he closed his own eyes, shutting me out.

"I know you don't sleep," I laid down on his chest, the tired feeling from earlier returning. "Stop pretending."

The rise and fall of his chest seemed to drag me under, my eyelids becoming heavier until I stopped resisting.

When I woke up, it felt as if someone had taken a hammer to my head. My hands cradled my head as I curled tighter into ball, pulling the covers over my head.

"You're up finally." Emmett said behind me.

"How did I get here? Where is here?" I was naked, the feel of fur over my skin told me I was in Emmett's room.

"I hope you feel like shit," he said his voice causing my head to throb more.

"Let's be quiet for a moment," I covered my ears.

"You weren't quiet last night, why should I be now?"

Last night? What the hell had happened?

I raked through my memories, starting from the last moment I remember which was at the club with a man. Mike.

And then Emmett was there.

He drove us home and the conversations returned to me, my eyes widen, my hand flew over my mouth.

I was mortified.

And to top it all off, the memory of vomiting all over Emmett came to me last.

"I'll never drink that putrid alcohol again," I moaned miserably, tucking further into myself.

"You're hungover, get dressed, your cackling friends have medicine and food for you downstairs."

"I'm too afraid to move," I whined, the pain in my temple piercing.

"It's that or I'll find another way to remedy your migraine," he threatened. "How easy would it be to forget the pain in your head when I have my dick in your ass?"

I was moving out his bed before he had the chance to get his hands around me, exiting through the library to travel to my room without being seen naked.

Once there I slipped on a sundress and didn't bother with my hair, merely combing it out to look somewhat presentable. I slipped on a pair of sandals and clamored down the stairs to find the kitchen.

The girls were all there, all looking just as miserable as I did. Except Jessica.

I envied her.

I sat on of the barstools at the island counter and Jessica shoved a glass of water and pills towards me, along with a bowl of soup.

I took the pills happily; the aroma of the chicken soup however made my stomach queasy.

I pushed the bowl away from me, my face upturned in disgust.

"You have to eat, it'll make you feel better," Rosalie said eating her own bowl. "Trust me, we know."

"How do you deal with this every week?" I allowed my head to fall onto the counter.

"I have no clue, the aftermath is somehow conveniently forgotten," Rosalie frowned.

"We have to go to the market for groceries, eat and rest," Esme told me. "We should be back before lunch."

I nodded and was left alone with the soup that I ate begrudgingly. Once most of it was gone, I cleaned up after myself and found my way to the front of the house, entering one of the sitting rooms and sunk into of the sofas.

The rays from the sun beamed through the open window, warming my skin. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the silence of the manor, appreciating that Jasper nor Emmett sought after me.

The sound of the ticking clock seemed to lull me into a deep sleep.

A crash followed by the sound of shattering glass woke me up, my eyes searching wildly for the source of the sudden madness. Someone yanking me from the couch and forcing me against the wall further added to the chaos.

I looked down at the feral, black eyes that glowered at me. "Carlisle?"

Another force knocked him away from him, moving too swiftly for me to see who had saved me. Both creatures moved like a tornado, ripping apart the entire room, wood splintering everywhere, fabric from the furniture seeming to burst, feathers cascading all over the room.

Now was not the time to stand around, if I was in danger, remaining in this spot wasn't going to help. Turning to run, I tripped over a piece of furniture that was thrown in my direction. Landing roughly, my elbows taking the brunt of the force from preventing myself from landing on my face. I scrambled to my knees to crawl away, but a hand grasped my ankle and yanked me back.

A scream tore through my throat as Carlisle climbed over me, pinning down my arms and legs that fought against him. His mouth opened, prepared to strike and once again he was taken from me.

"Carlisle!" Jasper yelled at the man. "Calm yourself!"

I laid on the floor, traumatized. My heart racing and my chest heaving as reality came crashing down on me.

I scrambled away, pulling against a wall behind me, hugging my knees to my chest.

Emmett and Jasper had Carlisle trapped against the wall opposite of me, the one that I presumed he came through. He bucked recklessly against the two men, thrashing about trying to break free to me, but the two men had overpowered him.

"Isabella," Jasper called out to me. "You need to leave the room."

I nodded furiously, but I made no attempt to move, stunned by Carlisle whose eyes had never once left me.

"Now!" Emmett barked.

I jumped at the order, trying to stand, but my knees shook too violently to go anywhere. Taking ahold of the wall, I used it to lead me away, fighting to get ahold of myself. The hallway seemed to close in on me, my chest tightening in fear of being trapped.

The feel of something wet spread over my cheeks, in a panic, my hands trembling violently I wiped at my face.

Tears, sobs of anxiety wracked my torso, trying to keep moving. Carlisle's face tormenting me in my mind, his ferocious attempt at taking my life. The moment repeating in my mind until I found myself collapsing in front of the library doors.

A sense of foreboding crashed over me, crawling into my mind like a bug.

One of these men will be responsible for my death.