*All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer and the Twilight Universe*

EPOV

Standing in Manny's at the table Isabella and I just occupied, I felt a serrated pain in my chest. It wasn't until I heard a car's tires skirting on the pavement, that I realized something was askew.

Pulling my ruger-57 out, I rapidly made my way to the exit. As suspected, there are fresh tire marks directly outside the back door. I walk quietly to the side alleyway, but there's no sign of Isabella. Quickening my pace I run towards the front, still with my ruger in my hand, and see absolutely no sign of her. Someone took Bella.

My breath is heady, I feel sheer panic burn within my body. My pace quickens as I turn to re enter Manny's.

"Devo vedere le telecamere di sorveglianza del vicolo e del parcheggio sul retro, ora!" I demand. ("I need to see the surveillance for the alley and back parking lot, now!")

Reggie leads me to the back office, and I sit in front of the giant screen and rewind the tape to five minutes prior, I sit with my hands trembling and watch. Sure enough, I find two masked men accosted Bella. One man uses a large taser that's shocked into Bella's neck, the other man waits for her to become limp and carries her to the back of a large black Cadillac SUV.

Immediately I whip out my phone and dial Emmett, he picks up within two rings.

"What's up Ed?"

"Ci vediamo alla barricata tra venti minuti. Non ho tempo per spiegare ora, ma c'è una situazione." I blurt out sternly. ("See you at the barricade in twenty minutes. I don't have time to explain now, but there's a situation.")

"Capito dirò a Jazz." ("I got it. I'll tell Jazz.")

The barricade was a secret location, in an underground bunker near Emmett's suburban home. There is no service in that location, and no one can pick up our conversations, especially not the FBI… fuckers.

I drove at full tilt to get to the outside of Chicago. The forty minute drive only took twenty, and I was sure Emmett was at his home nearby. Alice also has a home near Emmett's suburban one, so it's possible Jasper would be there on time, too.

I must have been driving 60 mph over the grass field the bunker was located on. Immediately, I spotted Emmett's Jeep, I threw the car into park and ran out of it to go underground.

As I walked down into the bunker, the four eyes of my brothers bored into mine looking for answers, "Qualcuno ha preso Bella. Credo fosse Garrett Lefevre". ("Someone took Bella. I believe it was Garrett Lefevre.")

"Shit. Wait.. Bella? Didn't you only meet her yesterday, and how do you know what happened?" Emmett asks immediately.

"I hope you aren't questioning me fratello (brother)" I resolutely answered.

Emmett stayed eerily quiet for a few moments, before stating "Mai, fratello. Ho solo bisogno di maggiori informazioni per aiutare a far tornare Bella." ("Never, brother. Just need more information to help get Bella back.")

Grinding my teeth together in vexation, I decided to tell them everything I knew of Isabella Marie Swan, and how she was abused by Lefevre. Instantly, my brother's began to grab weapons, and we organized a plan.

Jasper would go to every underground gambling ring to get information on Lefevre and his men. Emmett would go tell Alice the situation, and she would hack into Lefevre's bank accounts, giving us leverage against him to buy Isabella from him. I'd be going to Isabella's apartment, in search of any records she has pertaining to Lefervre, then have my men move her belongings out- she would no longer be safe there.

I sped to Isabella's apartment. Opting to take Jasper's Range Rover in case people were looking for me, specifically. The dull cement parking lot was empty, besides a smaller Cadillac SUV. One of his men is here.

Grabbing my Ruger and knife, I walked slyly up the steps to the entrance of her unit. I heard someone tossing around furniture, and another voice coming from the opposite side of the apartment. Two men, this is child's play.

I put my hand to the door knob and felt it was unlocked. Knowing my presence would be immediately known, I decided to kick the door in and make a dramatic entrance. The bang from the door caving in drew the attention of the two men. I held my gun up and decided to shoot one of them in the knee.

"FUCK HE SHOT ME! HE SHOT ME! FUCK!" That must hurt like a bitch, but I need one of you alive. The other man stood silently, looking like prey, waiting to be hunted. The man I shot, now whimpering on the floor with a puddle of dark red blood around him.

"Stop crying, I'm not going to kill you." I began spinning my knife in my hand, twirling it around while I looked to the other man who looked relieved.

Raising my left arm up and leveling the gun to be in between the fools eyebrows, I chuckled, "I am going to kill you." Thank God I brought a silencer.

Placing my rugger back into my pants, I listened to the grown man on the floor crying about his friend, "YOU KILLED MY FRIEND!" he shouted.

Still twirling my knife around in my right hand, I kneeled directly in front of my messed up knees face. "Yes, I did. I will also kill you, if you don't give me the information I need."

My phone began to vibrate incessantly, "Give me a moment. Well, I suppose you can't go anywhere can you?"

"Cullen" I picked up.

Emmett replied, "Siamo entrata nei suoi conti bancari." ("We got into his bank accounts.")

"Good. I've found a rat. Tunnels in fifteen, be there." I clicked the end button and looked at the poor sucker on the floor before me.

He looked like he was close to passing out, I leaned down and put my thumb in the bullet wound, hearing the accompanying yelps- "We have things to do, rat. No time for sleep." I took my handkerchief out and stuffed it in his mouth, then picked his bloodied body up and headed to the range rover, before going into the rats pockets and finding the keys to the Cadillac. The Cullen's don't like blood in their cars.

It took ten minutes to arrive at the tunnel, which is the code for shipping containers. Emmett grabbed the rat from the trunk, he was surprisingly awake.

We entered the cargo container when Emmett suggested, "Let's tie him up, although he won't be able to run"

I chuckled, "Yeah, walking doesn't seem likely, either. Dove cazzo è Jasper?" ("Where the fuck is Jasper?")

Emmett looked at me and smirked, "Is he ever on time?"

Shrugging, I answered "Well we'll just have to begin without him."

Kneeling in front of the injured man, I tapped his head to get him to open his eyes. With his eyes gawking at me he spoke, "I don't have information, I'm at the bottom of the totem pole"

Taking my knife out of my pocket I lightly ran it underneath his chin, "Ah, I believe you have more information than you think. All I need to know is where Garrett took Isabella."

His breathing was becoming more labored, "I don't know who Isabella is."

I poked the knife firmly into his chin, "You were ransacking her apartment, and it'll serve you to be honest with me."

I stuck my thumb into the bullet wound again, "OKAY OKAY! He has a place underneath his club in the South Side, it's right near Cook County! That's all I know I swear!"

I stood up and walked behind him, "Hm, well, thank you". Quickly I placed my right arm around his neck and pressed my blade into his carotid artery, and cut it open swiftly.

"DUDE! Do you have to do that every time? It's a lot to clean up!" Oh, Emmett.

I smirked at him, "It's a more intimate way to kill."

He smirked right back, "And what do you know of intimacy, fratello?"

"We aren't having this conversation now. Call Jasper and have him meet us in the South Side, this should get… interesting." With that I strolled out of the container and to the Cadillac.