Trigger Warning: Violence, and other explicit topics included in this chapter.Read at your own risk!

This isn't enough. He needs to suffer more. So much more.

I could begin to play with my favorite knife, but I don't want him dying too soon.

Bleeding out will be a 'no', especially for this dog. He can't be put out of his misery until he has suffered enough of what those girls suffered, and for that I know the perfect person to call.

"Boys, go ahead and have some fun, I'm going to make a call… Don't— kill him." I threw over my shoulder as I made my way out of the room.

"You heard the woman… Get to it." I heard Anthony command as he followed me out of the room.

As I walked into the office, I pulled out the burn phone I stashed here months ago, and dialed the familiar number.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Anthony asked as he slammed the door closed after walking in.

"I am getting justice for all the girls that the mongrel kidnapped, raped, and hurt. You can say what you want but I won't stop. Those girls and their families suffered immensely when the girls disappeared, now they will get some sort of justice." I said, before turning towards the phone and pressing the call button on the screen.

We stared each other down as I listened to a beeping sound before I heard the line connection.

"Speak to me."

I felt a smile pull at my lips as I heard his response, and saw Anthony's reaction to me spiraling to someone he didn't know.

"Samuel, hey, remember you asked me to give you a call when I got my hands on the mongrel. Well, I finally have him." I replied.

"Oh this is great news to finally hear, Is. The son of a bitch is going to pay for what he did to my daughter." He growled.

"Of that I am sure, so when do you want him?" I asked, ignoring the stares.

"Actually, I am in deep shit with the Feds, at the moment, but a good buddy of mine has the perfect men for what I am thinking. Would you mind if I can send them over?" He asked me.

"Yes, go on and send them over."I replied with a smile.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" He asked.

"No, I don't mind, send over as many as you like." I said with a smile.

"Great. I owe you one, Is." He said before hanging up.

I sighed, dropping onto the couch, before turning to look at an angry Anthony.

"Who.Was.That?" He asked, angrily.

"Save the macho shit for someone who gives a shit. This isn't any of your concern. I am doing what I need to now, quit fucking butting in." I said, looking at him unflinching. "All you need to know is that tonight Jacob Black will finally be forced to pay for all he has done."

An hour and a half later, exactly, Samuel Leyva arrived with his men.

"Samuel, I thought you weren't going to be here." I said as I went out to greet him.

"I wasn't, but if I couldn't miss the opportunity to see the mongrel pay." He replied, nodding at Anthony.

We both nodded, before turning to go inside.

"Anthony, I would like you to meet Samuel, Emiliano, and Alonso, they will be doing the work." Samuel said as he gestured to the two tall, buff men, that could make Lou Ferrigno look like a bean pole.

Our eyes widened as the two men brought out a black table with silver rings hanging in the sides.

"W-what is that?" I asked, wide-eyed.

Samuel turned to look at Anthony and I, smiling as he noticed our horrified expressions.

"Have you ever heard of something called BDSM?" Samuel asked, calmly.

I gulped, nodding my head up and down, as I felt Anthony's arm wrap around my waist.

"We have." Anthony confirmed, stoically, even though I could feel and see that he was just as shocked as I was.

"Well, Emiliano and Alonso are Dom's who specialize in certain things… like pegging…" Samuel replied. "But don't look so scared, they're very professional. The men you have in there— would they be willing to help them out if they need to?" Samuel asked, in a professional tone.

"Our men aren't really experts in those type of areas, they specialize in blood and gore, not getting fucked in the ass." Anthony replied, stoically.

"Isaac, Ronin, and Osvaldo will be willing to stay, the other men are going to want to leave…" I said, elbowing Anthony in the ribs.

"Great, then shall we—?" He asked, looking between Anthony and me.

"I take it you two are married, were married, or in some sort of relationship, yes?" He asked.

"Engaged. But not formally. Now, let's go." I said moving past both men and making my way inside.

As I walked in I smiled in satisfaction, as I walked in to find Jacob, with a now swollen eye, and cheek, with a little bit of blood on various places around his face.

"So, Jacob. Do you think you have suffered enough?" I asked, as I stood a few feet away from him

He spat in my direction, as his head lolled to the side.

I chuckled, shaking my head in amusement as I looked over to where the table had been placed.

"I guess not. Now, now, Jacob. There is no need to panic, I won't be in charge of your torture, but there is someone I want you to meet before I go. He may seem familiar to you. Do you remember one of the girls you kidnapped and raped? This is Cassandra Leyva's father…oh and those two men over? They're his friends. Dom's by the way. I hope you enjoy what you reaped, asshole." I informed him, smiling at the horrified look on his face.

"What?! No! Bella, I am sorry! Please! Kill me now! I beg of you!" He cried.

"Funny, how ironic life is. Isn't it? When the girls cried, and begged for you to stop? Did you have mercy on them?" I asked, walking up to him as leaning down as he began to sob uncontrollably.

"Please …" He begged.

I sighed. "I am sorry I can't help you." I said, sardonically. "While you get fuck by all these men. I will be at home getting fucked thoroughly by my fiance… I hope what you did was worth it, mongrel. Enjoy what you reaped." I sang, as I turned away and pulled Anthony along with me.

"Have fun, Samuel. Issac, Ronin, Osvaldo? They're going to need your help to keep that mongrel in line. The rest of you can go home now." I said, over my shoulder, as I stopped by the door.

As we all walked out of the warehouse, Anthony stopped me, turning me as Emmett looked between the two of us.

"There had better not be any funny business tonight between you two!" He called towards us, sternly.

"What are you five? Fuck off already there isn't going to be any funny business tonight or any other night." I growled, watching as Emmett gulped.

"Sore, will you two be alright?" He asked, concerned. (Sis)

"Of course, I will. We're both adults. We need to clear the air and that won't happen with outsiders interrupting. We'll be fine, fratello. Go home to Rose, and get some rest." I said, without looking away from Anthony's eyes. (brother)

As we heard everyone leave besides those who were still inside, I finally looked away.

"Where to?" I asked him, as we made our way towards his sports car.

"My apartment. It's in the middle of the city, should be private enough, no one goes in or out without an access code or card." He said, as he opened the passenger door for me.

"Alright. Drive." I said, as I climbed in.

I watched him walk around the car before getting into the driver's seat. I only hoped that I wasn't making a mistake in allowing myself to be alone with him.

Author's Note:*sigh*. So, there it is. A little update before I take my HIATUS. This isn't goodbye but see you later. Take care everyone, and thank you so much for your love and support. I will be back once I am feeling a bit better. Much love, Izzy.