Edward's POV:

A Few Months Ago:

This night had been a waste of time.

Why my father didn't want to attend was beyond me.

Gregorio Di Lorenzo had invited all of the heads on the high table to this dinner party. He was supposed to be discussing important shit with us.

But it ended up turning into a night of poker, smoking Cuban cigars, and drinking whisky or brandy.

"Masen, sei dentro o fuori?" Loni, Gregorio's brother, asked me.

"Fuori." I replied, dropping the card on the table before getting up.

"Che cosa? dove stai andando?" Gregorio asked.

"Al bagno." I replied as I left the room.

I walked down the hall and into the bathroom. Quickly relieving myself before washing my hands and wetting my face.

As I was making my way back, I heard a soft sweet voice speak, breaking the silence in the dark.

"Alice, I'm in."

I frowned in confusion. I knew I had had a drink earlier but nothing stronger than a whiskey.

I stood in the shadows, listening to the voice argue with an invisible person, before I heard the door of a room I knew open.

When I heard the door open I slowly followed, drawing my gun, as I did. I stood outside listening to hear if she would speak again.

When she didn't, I realized why.

She opened the safe.

Gregorio kept a bunch of shit in there that could get everyone on the high table in deep shit if it got out. I had to stop this bitch from leaving here.

Without hesitation I quickly made my way inside, stopping a few feet away from her before speaking, "Put your hands where I can see them and turn around.." I ordered, clicking the safety off.

She dropped something into a small pouch she had on her tactical belt before she looked over one of her slender shoulders, to smirk at me.

Fuck me.

This woman looked like a fucking goddess. She could put Aphrodite to shame with all those curves her body held.

From where I stood I could tell she was short in stature but something was telling me not to underestimate her. She looked confident in her own skin. She was radiating it, along with power and enigma.

"Now, why would I do that?" She asked me, as if I had said the funniest shit in the world.

The gun in my hands clicked again, "Because one twitch of my fingers and your life is forfeit." I told her.

When she slowly turned to face me, she was smirking at me. A small buzzing was heard before she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah I got that, Pix. Way to be on the lookout." She replied dryly.

"Hand the reins to Ro." She ordered, annoyed, before looking back at me.

I almost dropped the gun, as her pretty hazel eyes looked over at me.

"I take it your team figured out I was here?" I asked, lowering my gun slightly.

I watched as she wrinkled her nose, cutely, before she tapped it. A sarcastic smile appearing on her full pouty lips.

"So, what are you planning to do to me, handsome? Are you going to rough me up? Because let me tell you, I like being roughed up." She commented as she moved to sit on the edge of the desk.

That got my attention immediately as images of what I could do to her quickly began assaulting my mind, and made my blood suddenly heat up.

"Do you now?" I asked, tilting my head as I scratched the side of it with the tip of my gun.

She smirked at me, as her eyes slowly began ogling me.

A small purring began coming from her chest as she leaned back onto her hands, giving me an amazing view of her tits on display.

"I do. Sadly we won't get a chance for you to try." She replied sadly as I saw her fingers twitch.

Suddenly something came flying towards me, hitting me on the side of my neck.

What in the actual fuck was that?!

"What the fuck did you hit me with?" I asked loudly, as I pulled it out, groaning at the sting it left behind.

I immediately began to feel woozy, and my limbs began to feel like lead.

The bitch had the audacity to smirk at me as I felt myself lose control on my body, "It's a powerful sedative. While I enjoyed our banter, I really must go. I'll see you around, handsome." She told me as I felt my legs buckle, and my eyes suddenly rolled to the back of my head.

Everything went black as it did.

I woke up surrounded by my men, in a hospital room.


Present:


Fucking fuck!

"Calmati, Edoardo. Le ragazze sono probabilmente in una spa o qualcosa del genere." Vincenzo said.

Of course, it was him. Gregorio's son. The man who managed to commit yet another fuck up.

"Il mio fidanzato e i fidanzati dei miei fratelli sono scomparsi e, a differenza d elle donne verso cui tendi a gravitare, le nostre donne tendono ad andare in libreria invece che al centro commerciale. Quindi, ti sbagli. Non sono alle terme. In realtà sono scomparsi." I replied coldly.

He raised his hands in surrender before going back to drinking.

Jasper made his way towards me, before leaning in to whisper. "Our father and Aro have arrived and will stay while we head back and actively search for the girls." He replied.

I nodded before turning to the men. "Excuse us." I said before walking out.

"Did Carlisle find anything?" I asked as Emmett and Jasper flanked me.

"He found all our gifts to the girls at each of our homes. None were taken." He replied defeated.

I turned to look at him in shock.

"Everything?" I asked.

He nodded in response.

"Who told you they were gone?" I asked, trying to remain calm.

"Cousin Peter. He realized Alice had left and called Garrett, and Garth. Then they called me." He replied.

Fuck, that meant they didn't want to be found. If that was true then she must have— Fuck! No. She didn't.

"I need to make a call." I replied as we walked out of Di Lorenzos home.

Without another word, I pulled out my phone, and slid into the back seat of the SUV.

I quickly dialled the familiar number. Bouncing my leg up and down as Emmett drove us to the airport.

"Sir." Demitri answered on the second ring.

"Demitri…" I sighed, "Did Miss. Swan leave the house earlier with a bag of clothes?" I asked, calmly.

A deafening silence told me the answer. A cold feeling spread through my body as I waited for him to reply.

"She did sir." He confirmed.

"How long ago did she leave?" I asked.

"About twenty minutes after you left for Boston." He replied.

Oh fuck! They could be anywhere by now!

"Did she tell you anything? Where she was heading? Why she was leaving? Was she angry?" I asked, anxiously.

"Yes, she did, sir." He replied before pausing.

"Well? Get the fuck on with it! What did she fucking say?" I asked, losing my battle with my anger as it finally began to get the best of me.

"She said to tell you, 'Il passero ha preso il volo,' sir." He finally said.

A pained gasp fell through my lips as the phone fell from my hand.

His words delivered a painful hit. It was as if I had been punched in my stomach.

I couldn't breathe.

"Ed?" I heard Jasper call me, but I was in too much pain and shock.

"They're really gone." I mumbled, numbly.

"How do you know?" He asked as he reached back and picked up my phone.

I heard him mumble something softly to Emmet, before he grabbed the phone and spoke in the same quiet tone, hanging up and turned to look at me, pained.

"We need to get back home. Fast." He finally said.


Translations:

* Masen, sei dentro o fuori?— Masen, are you in or out?

* Fuori — Out.

*Che cosa? dove stai andando?— What? Where are you going?

*Al bagno. — To the Bathroom.

* Calmati, Edoardo. Le ragazze sono probabilmente in una spa o qualcosa del genere— Calm down, Edward. The girls are probably in a spa or something.

*Il mio fidanzato e i fidanzati dei miei fratelli sono scomparsi e, a differenza delle donne verso cui tendi a gravitare, le nostre donne tendono ad andare in libreria invece che al centro commerciale. Quindi, ti sbagli. Non sono alle terme. In realtà sono scomparsi — My fiance and my brothers' fiances are missing, and unlike the women you tend to gravitate towards, our women tend to go to bookstores instead of the mall. So, you are wrong. They're not at the spa. They actually disappeared.

*Il passero ha preso il volo— The Sparrow has taken off.