Hello Friends,

First off, thank you for following my story and reading!

Secondly, this chapter has an extreme trigger warning. There are dark themes, such as S/A and r pe discussed. There is the usual violence, too.

Thanks for your patience! I'm a full time nursing student, but writing gives me the freedom to be creative.

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

BPOV

My head throbbed as I continuously pictured a small bird sitting on a telephone wire getting electrocuted.

My eyes were focused downwards at the floor. Both of my hands were tied to a large wooden bar with rope, while my feet were chained to the ground. With the pain from my former injuries, standing this way was extreme punishment. The men who captured me are sitting in two chairs opposite of me, having regular conversations, as if taking someone hostage is nonchalant.

I knew it had to be Garrett's doing, but I couldn't figure out why. I'm always on time with my weekly payments, and I accompany him when he needs me to, acting as if we're in some romantic relationship. I shouldn't be too surprised by the rope, the guy truly likes it rough.

Just like that, I hear one of the men say "He's coming." What is he going to do to me?

The metal double doors opened and in walked Garrett with two other men. I'm already tied up, are all of the men necessary?

"Ah, Bella, I see you've arrived safely." Garrett sarcastically says while slowly walking towards me. He's 6 '1'' with brown hair and facial scruff, he's wearing black jeans and a sports coat over a white V-neck. He even dresses like a prick.

I drew in a breath, as always hating the thick smell of cigarette smoke coming from his mouth, "Yes, if you call being hit with a taser and stuffed into an unknown car, 'safe'".

"You're so feisty. That's why I like you, Bella." He says as he comes closer, reaching his hand to the bottom of my jaw.

"I'm not feisty, anyone in this position knows it's intolerable." I hissed.

Garrett's hand squeezed my jaw firmly, "It had to be done. I saw you left the club with another man. Your truck has been in The Eclipse's parking lot for 32 hours. Have you been fucking him the past two days behind my back?"

His hand only grew tighter, and I felt my teeth dig into the insides of my mouth, drawing blood, "You see, we had a deal Bella. You'd be mine until you finished paying your step daddy's debt. If I'm not mistaken, you've broken that deal."

"No, I didn't." I mumbled due to his grip on my mouth.

Garrett quickly removed his right hand off of me, only to slap me with the back side of his hand forcefully. I grunted as the pain stung immediately on my right cheekbone.

"Don't lie to me! Do you know who your latest conquest is?" He slapped me with the same tenacity as before, "TELL ME!"

Spitting out the iron taste that pooled inside of my mouth, "No, I don't, I promise."

Garrett chortled looking at the ground, before gaping at me and saying, "Edward Cullen. Well... he's in line to be the El Capitan of the largest Chicago Mafia group. You, my dear, are going to get me in with them."

It began to add up, like a row of dominos, one falling after another.

Edward did a background check on me, who would have access to people's personal information? Only a person in a position of power. The way he said he had a private doctor, or Manny's, the Italian restaurant that is hidden and has guards at the door. Edward said he knew what to do for my injuries, probably because he's had the exact same injuries. Suddenly I felt defensive over him, because I knew what being in peril felt like, and I couldn't imagine the entirety of my life revolving around it.

I spit more blood out of my mouth before answering, "Get you an in? What you're saying is new information to me!"

"Sleep with him, Bella. Get me an in, sweetheart. You're so pure, he'd never be able to resist. They can protect my business, and I can pay them. It's a win-win." My purity was taken away from me without my consent, now I'm expected to be Garrett's personal pet. HELL NO, Fury raged through my bloodstream.

With the taste of metal leaking down my throat, "Vaffanculo." I spat a mouthful of blood onto his stupid velvet shoe. ("Fuck you.")

Garrett walked behind me and began touching my breasts, I was squirming trying to avoid any contact. He began to laugh maniacally, "Oh sweetheart, I know you like it rough, and I know you'll do this for me. Because without you doing as I say, your precious step father will be killed. Be the quiet little slut you were meant to be."

He ripped my shirt open and scratched my entire chest with his sharp nails. I was thankful I wore a bra. I kept hearing groaning sounds and realized they were coming from me, my entire body was wounded.

Garrett's shoes made little sloshing sounds from stepping through my spit as he came to the front of me again, "Do we have a deal, little one?", his voice laced with belligerence.

"I can't do anything for you, I barely know Edward. If I did, I wouldn't help you, either." My breathing was ragged as he pushed directly into my ribcage. I couldn't get knocked far due to being tied tightly, but that only made the contact more severe.

Suddenly the doors to the room we were in exploded open. I was sure someone shot the lock on the other side, because one of the guards was on the floor in fetal position, blood surrounding him.

All at once, my eyes locked on emerald ones.