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Once Bella had packed what she deemed as the essentials, she picked up her bag and walked over to the door of her bedroom, looking back as tears filled her eyes. That room had held the best and worst moments of her life. She missed Charlie. Needed Charlie. But Marcus had stolen her away, taken her only reason for living. Now, she would make him pay for ever putting his hands on her daughter.
Pushing away from the door, she walked down stairs, finding everyone sitting around the living room. Garrett and Kate were nestled together in the corner. While Bella had resented them, not trusting either of them, she admired their ability to love each other.
Emmett and Rose were seated with Jacob, who was staring at his phone with an intensity that Bella questioned. He was quiet, reserved, yet when push came to show, Bella knew he would fight to the death for her. She just hoped it wouldn't come to that. She already had too much blood on her hands.
Jasper had Alice in his arms, whispering in her ear, reassuring her that she was okay, that he loved her, that she was safe. Alice was the only person in the room who understood what Bella had gone through. They lived through Hell, and neither of them came out without battle scars.
Bella dropped her bag next to the door before clearing her throat, causing everyone to turn to her, including Edward who was perched in front of his computer.
"The way I see it, we only have one course of action," she said, leaning against the front door, the urge to run stronger than ever.
"And what's that?" Edward asked, standing up.
"We lure him out," she said. "We can't stay here, so we lure him out, make him come to us."
"And how do we do that?" Jasper asked, shifting Alice so that she was behind him. "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"
"Probably," she told him, shrugging her shoulders.
"Goddamn it, B," Jasper swore, shaking his head.
"What's going on?" Garrett questioned, standing and looking between them.
"The only way to lure Marcus out is for me and E to leave alone," she said, causing everyone to from between her and Edward and then to Jasper. "You know I'm right."
"I don't have to like it," Jasper grimaced.
"He's coming after us," Bella said, gesturing toward Edward. "I left him, and he took me away. We are his targets. We lure him out, and when we have him in place, we pounce, take him out. Painfully, harshly."
As they stood up and looked between each other, Bella knew this was the time. She would make Marcus Volturi pay for every ounce of pain, and just when he was begging for his life, she would make him pay for killing her daughter.