A/n: I do believe this is the chapter everyone is waiting for! However, if you don't like torture, etc... then ya might want to skip to the end. Thanks to Sheri who is awesome! I also want to thank everyone who reads my story and to those who leave me reviews! It's awesome to be supported.
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Chapter 28
A Bloody End
Edward POV
I was waiting at the bunker door about to enter. My eyes were glassy and my cheeks red. I was trying to get a hold of my emotions.
"Boss?" Laurent said from the door.
I wiped the tears as Laurent looked away. That was the great thing about him; he didn't ask many questions. He would know eventually but right now wasn't the time. He stepped away from the door and I went in.
"Make sure everything is ready to go. Once I'm done, we are leaving."
He nodded and walked away as I entered.
The first thing I heard when entering the room was a chuckle and moans. Seth was currently holding a blowtorch and was burning parts of Jacob's back. I didn't get a good look at his sister earlier but apparently she had cuts, bruises, and small brands all over her body. Seth stopped when he noticed me but I waved at him to continue. He knew the deal. He wasn't allowed to kill him, that was my job.
I took out a cigarette. I hadn't had one of these things in a while. What I really needed was some fucking blow but this would do for now. Looking at that fucker, my body went into an instant rage. Funny how I felt calm in my anger at the moment but I knew I was just a second away from snapping. I could feel my inner control slipping. I needed to just put a bullet in his head and be done with it. No, he deserved to suffer. He made Bella suffer, he made her…. I shook my head and put the cigarette back into my pocket not even lighting it. I needed to get this shit done and get the hell out of here.
Seth stopped what he was doing as I walked up. Jacob looked seconds away from passing out. Can't have that now can we? I nodded at Seth who stepped back.
"I need you to step outside, I need the room." He nodded. If there was any mistrust before, there wasn't now. He had proven himself tonight. I just needed to be alone with Black and Swan who was whimpering in the corner.
Seth then asked, "I was wondering if I could go to the hotel now. I should be with Leah."
I shook my head whispering, "she's on her way to Seattle." He looked at me wide-eyed. "She had to be sedated. She freaked out when she saw James who hadn't done anything. I just think she was in shock."
Seth hummed, not happy but I wasn't going to tell him that his sister went nuts as soon as she saw James and attacked him even though she had been in the car with him. "She is on the plane with Dr. Stevens. They are flying back to Seattle. The plane will return for us and we will then fly home. Dr. Stevens has already called for some other doctor to help her out with your sister. They'll be at my penthouse. We will go straight there when this is over." Seth nodded his thanks and walked out of the door and up the ladder to get out of the bunker.
I clapped my hands together, and put on my evil smile. I didn't look at Jacob as I passed knowing if I looked at that fucker I wouldn't be able to contain myself. I went to Swan and pulled the gag out of that fucks mouth. He was cool, calm, and didn't move. He didn't want to look at me either. "Have the decency to look at me fucker." He refused of course so I took the butt of my gun and hit him in the head. He let out a scream and moan. "What a pussy!" I laughed that evil laugh. "They don't train you boys very well do they?" I moved around Swan feeling some of my frustration peak.
"What do you want, Cullen?" Swan said to me. He already looked like someone had worked him over. I wonder if Seth got a few hits in?
"Why?" That was my question. Why did he choose to use his own daughter? "Why were you such a fuck up as a father, that this lame piece of shit blackmailed you?" as I pointed to Black. It really didn't matter if he told me or not. I was confident I would get my answers with the videos that Jasper had found.
"I'm not a father, especially to that bastard whore!" Two things happened at that moment. First he was talking about Bella, whom he called a whore. I heard the bastard part but a whore? Hell no. I flew in a rage, and kicked him in the mouth and he went flying back in the chair he was tied in. He yelled and blood splattered everywhere. I was pretty sure I broke his nose. The second thing I noticed was Black didn't like that Swan had called Bella that. He actually looked murderous, which in turn pissed me the fuck off.
"Whore? Bastard? How fucking dare you, motherfucker!" I kicked at Swan while he laid there. When I was done, I picked that fucker up and spit in his face. "You should probably go back to school, but since you won't live past the night I'll let you in on a few things." I got really close to Swan, "you can't be a whore if you have only been fucked by one person." I stood up and saw Jacob going wild. "And Bastard?" I continued. "Are you saying Bella isn't yours?"
He huffed out a breath, "Nope she isn't. Why do you think I tried to kill her and her whore of a mother!" What the fuck? I kicked him again for good measure. "You are a bastard," I said while I leaned back wondering when he attempted to kill Bella? I tried to go through my memories and recall anything she had said.
Swan started laughing, his face pouring blood. "No, not me. I loved that woman even more when she told me she was pregnant with my child. I should have known something was up when she was born a month early, no complications, and was a pretty good birth weight. I raised her as my own until she got sick and had that nasty infection that almost killed her. She needed blood and guess what? Neither her whore of a mother nor my blood matched hers!"
Could he be telling the truth? It would make sense with the way he treated her. Where did Black come into play? Why was he working with him?
It then suddenly hit me. "Black found out you tried to kill them, didn't he?"
Charlie nodded, "I didn't try, I did kill one of them." My nostrils flared. Charlie Swan killed his wife? Attempted to kill Bella? "I would have had both of them if that bastard hadn't gone to a friend's house that evening." I brought my knee up and hit Charlie in the stomach, his head went down and I used my elbow to hit him. He muttered some words but I couldn't make them out.
"The only bastard here is you," I said as I continued to kick him in the face, ribs and stomach. I didn't stop, not even when he stopped moving. He was dead, and I didn't feel any remorse for killing my supposed father-in-law.
I then looked at that fucking prick on the other side of the room. He looked scared as shit now. I slowly walked to him. I yanked the gag out of his mouth and punched him in the face. He yelled of course like the pussy he was. It seemed he already had some wounds on his face from earlier. He was shirtless still from when Seth burned marks into his skin. He was dressed in the cheap ass boxers he wore.
I looked at the fucker. I bore my eyes into his. Thinking of what he did, all the shit he caused made my blood boil. I pulled out my phone and called Emmett who was making sure the bombs were set and everything else was cleaned up. I needed him to help me with something. After Emmett answered and told me he was on his way, I hung the phone up.
I kept staring at him, my rage not subsiding at all only increasing. "So, you blackmailed Swan?" I inquired, having to talk before I put a bullet in his brain. I just wanted to fucking kill this motherfucker so fucking bad but I needed answers first. Jacob just stared at me not giving anything away and looked down at the floor. Finally, I felt that rage slip. I went up to him and pulled his hair back.
"I asked you a fucking question!" I said as I punched him in the nose. I heard the crack, so it was most definitely broken. He yelled and moaned but still wouldn't talk. I wasn't playing fucking games so since he was tied up I decided to do something. His hands were tied pretty tight but his fingers stuck out. I went and got some pliers that I had found. I grasped his left ring finger and cut that bitch off. Blood squirted and I laughed as he cried.
"Whoops, guess you won't be marrying anyone now." Jacob squirmed in pain. "Ain't that a shame." I went to his middle finger and cut that bitch off. "No more shooting birds at people," I laughed but there wasn't anything to be funny about. I cut off his thumb this time "No more thumbs up for you," I laughed again when all I really wanted to do was let my emotions take over.
"Cullen! Stop," the cocksucker said mid-cry. I did but what a pussy.
"Wow, that was less damage then what I did to your boy, Jared."
Jacob looked up at me, "I knew you killed him."
I nodded, walking around him as he squirmed or at least tried to squirm. It made me laugh to see this fucker shake with fear. What a leader, ha! "But not ya boy, Paul. He was a shit soldier. That motherfucker sang as soon as he could."
"That's a lie!" Jacob screamed. "He was the best!"
I shook my head and laughed, "I cut one of his fingers off and he started talking." I laughed again but stopped when I got closer. "Now, you were blackmailing Swan?"
Jacob screamed in pain. "You know I was! Why not just ask what you really want to know?" I didn't like his tone so I punched him in the stomach and he cried again. "Y-y-yes, I was blackmailing him. I wanted-d—d him to cover my crimes or I would release the video of him paying the local mechanic off to cut his wife's brakes."
I nodded, I remember Jasper telling me he was doing a shit job of covering up.
"Then that fucker," Jacob nodded towards Charlie's body. "He decided to start gambling. He was going to try to run away from me and he thought winning money would solve that." He coughed a bit "I waited until he put himself into a hole that he couldn't climb out of." Jacob smirked. "It took a little while, but finally he put himself so far in debt that he needed my help."
I pulled the cigarette out and lit it. "So you paid off his debt?" I said as I took another inhale of the cancer stick. I needed to relax for a bit until Em made his way down here. Everything in me wanted to beat this fucker to death.
"Yes, he knew I owned him then. He may have been a good cop but he was shit at everything else." Jacob groaned and it was nice to know the fucker was in pain. "Then I had a plan, I would get rid of the tape if he agreed that Bella would be mine," he said with a smirk.
I went to him and pushed my cigarette into his chest so fucking hard. He moaned and yelled out screaming as I held it down. Emmett decided to join us at that moment. I threw the cigarette to the side and stared at the fucker who now had a big burn mark on his chest.
"E?" Em said looking at me in concern.
I shook my head. I didn't need his pity. "So, once you decided you wanted Bella, you followed her?" Thinking of what Seth had told me about her college adventures.
"Well, it didn't start out like that. Once I knew I wanted her, I met her the traditional way. I played the part of the boyfriend, trying to earn her trust, playing on her grief after her mother's death." I nodded, thinking of how Bella had always been a pawn in their games
"You played with her emotions." Jacob nodded and I already knew this but I needed to know everything so it would play a part in his demise.
"After her mother died, she went to college. That became the bane of my existence but I listened to Charlie. Let her finish and you can have her. It'll raise too many questions if she leaves now he would say all the time," Jacob said mockingly. "So yes, I had Paul follow her to school. Clearwater kept butting in where he didn't belong. Then Paul and him fought so I took his sister. Well, more like his sister came to me," Jacob said with a disgusting grin. "Then my father died, and Bella finished college so I asked her to marry me. She was bewildered but she accepted."
I shook my head. "She gave up you mean. She had been forced into it."
Jacob didn't like that. "No! She wanted me! She wanted to marry me!" he shouted. "I even put my name on her!" he yelled while offering me a smirk.
I hated thinking of that fucking mark. I smiled back at him, "a mark that is no longer on my wife's body!" Emmett looked at me in confusion but I shook my head.
"It was you? You had that masterpiece taken off?" Black said in a rage and I scrunched up my eyebrows and went to punch him again.
"You put fucking brands on people, you sick fuck!" I then kicked him and heard him scream out. I had to stop myself because this fucker was going to die a horrible death.
"A brand?" Emmett said and I could see the murderous look in his eyes, it was almost identical to mine.
"It's gone now, removed. This fucker couldn't even do that right, even with other people holding her down," I said and Emmett went flying at Black. I saw Emmett start beating on him and I had to call him off. He wasn't going to be beaten to death and if Em kept going it could happen.
Emmett pulled back and I nodded at him. I understood why. He cared for Bella; she was like a sister to him.
"How did you know about today, Black?" I turned my attention from Em to Black. He spit up some blood and it made me want to smile to see his weakness.
"What-t-t are you talking about Cullen?" he stammered out while he spit at the ground.
My blood boiled. "What? What? You know exactly what! WHO TOLD YOU WHERE MY WIFE WAS? Who's the mole? It's too convenient that you found her instantly." I wasn't dumb. He was working for someone in the family, it was painfully obvious. Zafrina dies and Bella Is taken while I'm at a meeting? It then hit me, the one who called the fucking meeting. Eleazar? Could it be?
"Who was it, Black?" I roared. Jacob smirked with his fucked up face. "I don't know. I got a call about Bella's location and I had a man tail her." He groaned in pain and spit out more blood. "I was supposed to pick her up and deliver her but do you think I was going to follow that plan? She WAS MINE!" I had enough of this. This piece of animal shit had lived more than he needed to. I would find out my answers later. This fuck probably didn't know who he had talked to. I had my suspicions on who it could be but I would work it out later.
"Untie him and help me get him over to that table," I said to Em who quickly obliged. We untied Jacob from the chair. Em helped me carry him over to the table where we quickly tied his arms and legs again. His stomach was exposed and I instructed Emmett to cut his boxers off. Em gave me an eyebrow but didn't utter a word.
"You call that a dick?" I said once Jacob had been exposed. He squirmed but otherwise he couldn't move. The way the table was set up, I could flip him over if need be. I guess he would regret having this table.
I didn't know where to start. He was missing fingers from my earlier interaction, the blood oozed out still but not forcefully. The marks that Seth had covered him in looked irritated. His face was smashed all to hell, and I'm sure he had cracked ribs or broken ones due to the beat down Em and I had given him.
I saw a nearby pole and it was perfect for my next move. It was small enough to fit and I didn't waste any time jamming it up his ass. His screams filled my ears and I enjoyed listening to his pain. "Stop!" he shouted "Take it out." As the tears poured, I pushed the pole in more avoiding being anywhere near his ass.
"Why? Isn't that what Leah told you to do? Didn't she say stop? Didn't Bella tell you to stop when you had people hold her down"
I pushed it again and blood came out from around the pole. I let go of it then and it slid right out. Blood poured out and trailed down his thighs. I went to his front side, where Jacob was now crying. "Oh, did that hurt?" I laughed at him. He didn't know pain but he was definitely about to feel it.
I went to get a knife since it was the only thing that I could think of working at the moment. He was tied, he couldn't move. I began to make cuts on his stomach. It would be the closest thing I could get to being a brand. This was for Bella, for what he did to her…
During the whole process, he screamed. It was becoming rather annoying but at the same time I enjoyed his pain. Call me sadistic but I had lost so much because of this fucking dog. Blood oozed out from the cuts and he tried his best to move from the pain but his efforts were futile.
"You don't like that?" I said while I laughed. "I thought you liked this kind of stuff." I made another cut. "Isn't this what you did to my wife?" I started cutting faster and his screams became worse. "WHEN YOU HAD MEN HOLD HER DOWN!" I kept cutting, almost done with my masterpiece. He cried out and looked seconds away from passing out. "Take it like a champ, you pussy!"
I stepped back once I was done and admired my handiwork. Blood covered it but it was as clear as day. The letters "BK" were in his stomach and I knew what they meant. Jacob looked at it and cried. He was probably confused as to what It meant but it didn't matter, he would be dead soon.
His cries annoyed me. How could anyone who called himself a leader act like this? I mean the fact was, he wasn't a leader but a wimp, coward, loser, whatever you wanted to call him. "I bet your father is rolling over in his grave right now." Jacob let out a strangled cry. "You'll be joining him soon."
I heard a zipper and was confused to see Emmett taking his pants down. "What the fuck?" I asked aloud. He walked closer to Jacob and then pulled his dick out. "Em, what?" I shut up when Emmett started to piss on his stomach to be exact.
"Can you believe this sicko?" he asked me.
Jacob started screaming and tried to thrash around. Well, he tried but he was tied down pretty tight. He tried to lift his body every time the urine touched his cuts. I could just imagine how much that shit burned. When Emmett was done, he tucked himself in his jeans and crossed his arms with a smile on his face.
I wanted to share his good humor but I needed to end this. I picked up the blowtorch and made my way towards Black. He was still carrying on like the pussy he was. I turned it on and put it on his dick and lit that son of a bitch up. If he wasn't crying, whimpering, and trying to get away before, he definitely was now.
His screams became louder, annoying until he passed out. I turned off the blowtorch and his dick was a bloody pulp mess.
"Damn, Ed," Emmett said as he laughed.
"The fucker had it coming," I said as I dropped it. I pulled out a gun, granted it wasn't mine, it was one I had found on Swan and shot a bullet into his head.
He was dead. Finally.
I looked at Emmett, "use Black's gun to shoot Charlie."
Em gave me a confused look. "Bro, we are blowing this shit up. Why does it matter making this look like a shootout between those two?"
I pulled out another cigarette and lit it up and took a drag. "It's back-up, the bombs are supposed to set this place on fire and burn it quickly. If it doesn't destroy all evidence here. We need to make it look like they attacked one another so the feds won't keep trying to find out who did this." Emmett nodded and untied Jacob from the table. He then kicked him off and he landed on the floor.
Neither of us had touched either gun. We used gloves so our prints wouldn't be on them. Emmett shot Charlie in the head and chest and put the gun in Jacob's hand. I put the butt of the cigarette I was holding into my pocket after I was done with it. I gathered up the blowtorch, knife, and pole and anything else I may have touched and put it in the bag. I would dispose of it somewhere else.
We both then left the bunker with Emmett setting up the last bomb near the door. Once these babies went off, this place would burn quickly. I had made my way outside where Jasper was waiting with the SUV. He had brought it when he came. Seth and Laurent were waiting inside.
After Em and I climbed in, we drove to the little guard shack at the entrance. We were going to plant a dead guard there with a bomb to make it look like he was responsible for them. Seth and Laurent did that while I checked my phone. The pilot had made it back to the airstrip where we would drive to and was awaiting our arrival. I hadn't received anything else from Dr. Stevens and I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
When we had driven a little down the road we stopped and I hit the button. We all watched Black's house being consumed by a raging fire. It was done. "Get us out of here," I said to Laurent who was driving. We were all quiet, no doubt reflecting on this day. However, the night wasn't finished for me.
"Happy New Year's!" Em said aloud to the quiet car as he looked at his phone. Everyone said it back except me. There was nothing happy about this New Year's. We continued on in silence until we reached the airstrip.
Once we arrived we all boarded the small plane. I went to the bar that was stationed on the side and made myself a drink. I then made my way to my seat and sighed when I finally sat down. After taking a sip I noticed everyone else staring at something.
I followed their eyesight and it led to a huge blood stain on the carpet of the floor of the plane. Making a quick glance at everyone, only Emmett gave me a sad smile while the others looked shocked. I think it took them a minute, before they realized whose blood it was.
"Boss.." Seth trailed off, and I shook my head. I didn't need pity right now. No one lost as much as I did tonight. I lost everything.
