-The Twilight Mafia-
Chapter Four
*Edward Masen*
Her screaming was endless. It rocked me to the core to hear her high pitched wails and pleas of wanting help. But they would go unheard. I raised my hand to stare down at it, as if I could see a piece of her still there in my grasp, after having thrown her in there, to be alone for a week, away from her sisters, my friends - away from me...
I looked up and noticed the camera that was directed at the double doors that watched the master bedroom - my bedroom. I knew one of the guards was in the room, watching it. I nodded my head, and walked away, heading back downstairs.
The cries of her sisters could be heard from the theater room, and I tilted my head in the direction to hear the quiet conversation going on.
"Your friend is a monster! How could he...?" the youngest one, Alice, sobbed, and heard Jasper sigh. "He's not evil, Alice. He's only doing what he feels is a justified punishment for your sister's rebelling." he murmured to her. "Oh really? Pulling on her hair, spanking her, and separating her from us is a justified punishment? He's sick and twisted for doing this to her! When I see him next, you won't be able to stop me from tearing off his dick with my bare hands and feeding it to him through a shake!" Rosalie snarled, and I gulped, running a hand through my hair.
"Rosie, don't even think about it! I can do the same thing to you that he did to your sis up there." Emmett growled, defending me. There was a pause, probably to listen to the screaming and pounding Bella was causing upstairs.
Silence soon followed, then a soft collective sigh from my friends was heard.
"Look, we know you don't like how Bella is being punished. But, it's Edward's rules and it's in his own justification. It's how he was raised when he was younger, and we're not about to question it." Jasper answered then, sounding for somber at the moment.
I knew what my friend was referring to, and it brought back painful memories of my family life; the screams, wails, sobs, and soft coos of reassurance...
I shook my head to rid myself of those haunting memories that I've tried locking away inside my mind, and turned away, scowling down at the floor, while on the inside I was scowling at myself.
Was Alice right... Am I a monster...?
Sighing, I walk away, leaving the two couples alone, while the echoes of Bella's screams drifted down to where I was.
Forever etched into my brain will those screams stay.
~*Three Days Later*~
"Ladies, please handle yourselves today." Emmett instructed the two of the three sisters who had joined us at breakfast.
Four days have passed since the girls arrived to my home. But three days since Bella has been sentenced to her week of isolation. Unfortunately, three days too long. It's been torture since she has been locked away from us. While yes I see that she must serve her punishment of back-talking to me, I wish I could easily go back on my promise of making sure these punishments are upheld and go to my sweet love, hold her in my arms, and smell her sweet floral scent, let it take over my brain.
After overhearing the couples' chatting about my methods of punishment, I had stormed away and went to one of the many spare bedrooms in the home, slamming the door shut and going through my own isolation for that day and the next. It was too overbearing on me to see my friends enjoy their girlfriends and let them get used to the home, while my sassy woman was locked away to be treated properly in silence.
I had decided that there was a call that needed to be made on that day...
"Hello?"
"Really? You don't even recognize my number anymore? Shouldn't you have one of those high- tech gadgets that has caller ID?"
"Hush it, you. You know I was never one for those fancy talking things, what with all of those apps that are unimportant and do whatever you rascals like nowadays."
"Haha, you always had a way of getting angry over technology."
"*sigh* You silly boy; finding entertainment in your frustrated grandmother."
"How are you, Gram?"
"Swell, darling! Only 70 and still got a kick in my step."
"That's good to hear, Gram. And Pop?"
"He's just as wonderful too, love. Why last night, we went out to dinner and danced our dance in front of the younglings; we got applause and a little gift card. Now, tell me, what's up?"
"Gram, why do you think something is wrong? Is it wrong for a grandson to call his only grandmother up and see how's life been treating her and her husband? I'm offended."
"You little nugget, you. There's nothing wrong with a call from my little Ed, but usually you only call when something on that big mind of yours. I know you, Edward son; you always know that I know when you need to talk to someone."
"..."
"I thought so. Now, tell me what's the matter? Is it that blonde girl again? Always troubling you with wanting some date, or something of the like. I swear, she's no good for you and never will be. Or is it your friends again, picking on my sweet baby? They are good, but I hate to hear you being all busted up about those awful names they call you."
"No, Gram. It isn't her or my friends. No... it's something else... About... you know."
"Oh, you silly dear! Why, I just wish I could phase through this damn contraption and give you a hug as well as your favorite hot cocoa with the whip cream and marshmallows!"
"Gram, you don't have to do that. You haven't done that for me since high school..."
"And all the more reason to do that for you, love! It always calmed you down and made you feel better when you were younger. Same for Renee..."
"Yeah..."
"Well, let's get back to you. Now, Edward, I want you to know one thing that makes you what you are; you never are a monster, you silly boy. Never. Why, you're the greatest grandson any old bag could ask for. You have a huge heart, and you care so much about your loved ones - never ever think like you're evil ever again."
"But gram, I have enough reason to feel so..."
"What you did back then was justified, mister. You served justice for your loved ones - and for that I'm proud of you."
"Even though I'm a murderer? I've killed people, gram. How is it that you're proud of me for doing such a terrible thing to someone? Hell, I still kill people every damn day if they stab me in the back."
"Edward, you have your reasons for killing people like you do. And I understand that. I hate it when I hear people have betrayed you, so I know that what you do to get back at them is justified in your own way. I'll never see you in an ill light, honey - not like that wretched bloke who tortured you all those years ago..."
"Really, Gram?"
"Yes, Edward. How about we go out tomorrow together for some breakfast and we can catch up, eh? I miss my little grandbaby very much, and so does your Pop."
"Okay, Gram. And, thanks."
It might seem weird that my grandmother would never be angry or disgusted with me and my business, but that was her nature. She never saw anyone ill natured unless she knew why. Even then, she loves me dearly, like Pop, and knows that the world has been cruel to me for all of these years.
It was later that night when everyone was asleep except I, I had left the room to wander out in the dark hallway. The house was quiet, with only the several ticking noises of the clocks sounding out. I closed the bedroom door behind me and had went towards my master bedroom, afraid to see how broken my Babydoll was on the other side. But, I needed to at least feel her, see her, smell her, or else I would go insane.
I had opened the doors and stepped inside, nearly gasping at the sight before me.
The room was in disarray, messy with the quilt thrown to the floor, books scattered on the floor, and clothes from my closet on the floor alongside them. And, my shuttering angel lied on the bed, cuddling one of the pillows to her chest while she still wore my shirt. I walked quietly over to her, hovering behind her back. Her hair was messy and knotted, while I could see over her shoulder, her dried mascara after her tears had fell today.
I raised a hand to her stiff cheek, grazing the soft skin with the back of my hand. She shivered in her sleep, but murmured something inaudible. I carefully kneeled beside her and the bed, still able to run my hand along her skin. She murmured once again and then turned around in her sleep, now facing me.
She sighed while I caressed her skin, and snuggled into the one pillow underneath her head.
I did this for awhile, but knew that I had to go to bed soon if I wanted to still go out tomorrow with my grandmother. So, I bent forward and kissed her small forehead softly, suppressing a chuckle when I saw her face pucker adorably after my lips made contact with her forehead. Then, I stood and slowly exited the room, quietly closing the two doors behind me. I then began making my way the control room that controlled the cameras around the house.
Once there, I had seen one of the guards was struggling to stay awake while he watched over the mansion. "Mr. Masen!" he hissed, startled when I had silently crept up behind him. I patted his shoulder comfortingly, and turned to the cameras; the outside ones showed no signs of intruders. The ones in my friends' rooms showed no signs of them waking up. And the one inside the master bedroom was keeping itself trained on my love.
"All is good tonight, sir." the guard reported, trying to hide his yawn. I smiled and nodded my head. "Please make sure that tomorrow morning, a maid goes in there to clean up the mess and put everything back in place. And make sure those girls keep to the feeding schedule for her." I instructed him, beginning to head out of the room.
"Yes sir."
"One last thing; go ahead and change shifts."
The next day, I was up early and getting dressed in my suit, placing one of my hats on my head. I went downstairs and saw that Emmett and Jasper were up, still in their pajamas while reading the newspaper and drinking some black coffee. "Someone's all dressed up." Emmett noted, smirking at me. "I'm off to go have some breakfast with Gram." I told them, walking over to the coffee pot and pouring myself a small cup of coffee, as I didn't get enough sleep last night.
"Man, you got to bring Gram and Pop over sometime. I miss them a lot." Jasper pleaded, looking up, probably remembering all of the good times we had with my grandparents. "I'll try bringing them over to meet the girls - but I think we should let them get used to living here and their new lifestyle, before so." I murmured, sighing when I remembered my sweet Babydoll and her tantrum yesterday.
"Yeah, we know bro." Emmett muttered, sighing as well.
"Do you think I'm a monster, guys?" I asked them quietly, remembering back to the conversation I overheard yesterday. "Dude, where the hell did that come from?" Emmett choked, and I looked over to find him raising an eyebrow up at me. "I was thinking back to how I punished Bella, and I think I was too cruel..." I trailed off, and Jasper waved his hand dismissively.
"You are not a monster, Edward. She was being a little sassy with you and it's a justified punishment. I know you, brother; you're getting all brooding and depressed over there, thinking you were too hard on her. But, it's how you were raised and we honestly think what you did was right." Jasper explained, and I sighed.
"Just go out and have fun with your Gram, brother. And do not let this brew and sit in your head - else I'll be beating it out of you." he joked, and I snickered, rolling my eyes.
I left that morning and ate some breakfast with my grandparents, where we enjoyed the pancakes, toast, and coffee and caught up with each other about what has happened so far in our lives, how things were going whether it be well or not.
That day passed, and now it was another new day - totaling three days since Bella has been separated from us in her isolation punishment.
It was Monday, a day for Emmett, Jasper and I to go into our office. Together, we three ran a business in my name, and were the three CEO's to the business. Our head quarters was in a high rise building here in Chicago, downtown to be exact. The girls didn't know that we were in Chicago, as we were trying to keep them as isolated from the harsh world outside.
Anyway, after I had came back from breakfast, I had seen the boys playing some pool in the game room, while the girls sat on the couch, watching them. I had paused some distance away, observing their calm, cool expressions. Their eyes watched their boys intently, as if... it might sound crazy, but it seems they like their boys already. I didn't know if really they did like them in that way already, but their eyes said they were. So strange. Later on I had asked them how their days had been, and they said that it was easier, and they seem to be getting used to this change in their lives already.
After that, I spent the rest of my day in my office, going over some papers and new applications from people who wanted to be guards for my mob. It was a slow rest of the day being alone, while I could hear my Babydoll moving around upstairs.
Now, back to the present.
"We'll be good today, Em." Rosalie reassured him, and he smiled. Already on a nickname base.
We left the house with the guards' promises of protecting our ladies, and went downtown to our headquarters.
We exited the limo and walked inside, greeting the old security guard of the first floor. "Morning, Mr. Masen, Mr. Hale, Mr. McCarthy." he greeted us gruffly, a wrinkled smile on his face through his scraggly mustache. "Hello, Mr. Hartman." I greeted him back politely, smiling at him.
We went to the class elevator, seeing one of our guards inside operating it. We went to floor 15, where our main office was. We then exited, entering the main entrance, where our two secretaries were there. "Oh, hello Mr. Masen, Mr. Hale, Mr. McCarthy!" one them greeted us, and I tried to hold back my groan. "Hello, Jessica, Lauren." I begrudgingly greeted them, plastering a wide smile at them.
I heard them giggle girlishly, and heard them move around their desks, heading towards me with some folders of paper. "These are some applications from people who are wanting to interview for those internships and those positions that opened up." Lauren told me in her nasally voice, batting her fake eyelashes at me while she handed me her folder. Jessica nodded eagerly, and handed me her folder, and then the two of them stood there, hands clasped before them. Jasper and Emmett were snickering behind me, and I glared at them over my shoulder.
"Thank you ladies. I'll look them over." I told them, and made a hasty retreat to my office with the boys following after me.
"Still the biggest sluts ever." Emmett commented, laughing when we were in the safety of my large office. I'd say it was a nice office, with white carpeted floors and rich red walls, while I had towering bookcases reaching the ceiling. A large glass window was behind my mahogany desk, looking out at the other buildings in downtown Chicago.
"Tell me about it. They just get more annoying as the days go on." I muttered, plopping myself at my desk with the two folders of applications sitting on top. "I bet I can imagine their little daydreams inside those tiny brains of theirs, still." Jasper teased, and Emmett laughed, before clearing his throat.
"Oh Eddie! Yes, pound that dick into my pussy!" Emmett mocked Jessica in a falsetto voice, and I groaned. "Mr. Masen, you dirty dog you! Take me in the break room!" Jasper followed suit in a falsetto voice, mocking Lauren. "You asses. It's all of your faults for fucking hiring them." I growled, turning away from them in my chair while they laughed at me.
Way back when I had taken over the corporation with my friends, we were in need of secretaries. I wanted some secretaries who wouldn't be stupid skanks who are those stereotyped girls from the movies; I wanted ones with actual brains, respect, and would get the work done. But, this was back when those two had no true commitment in their relationships with women, and way before we found our girls. I made a big mistake in putting them in charge of finding our secretaries, and they met Lauren and Jessica.
Jessica was a curvy girl, with a large obvious chest and curvy legs, along with some baby fat still here and there. She had curly, wild dark hair, brown eyes, and round lips. Her friend, Lauren, was tan, with peroxide blond hair that was steamed down flat. Her grey eyes and large, bloated lips screamed, "FAKE!" to me when I first saw them. I knew the boys only chose them because they gave them some nice "treats" to ensure their jobs here.
Unfortunately, since the first day, they went from those two, to becoming infatuated with me.
"Dude, if you hate them so much, why not fire them?" I heard Emmett ask, and I sighed. "I'm too damn polite. Besides, with their pathetic flirting, they aren't too bad. All I have to do is tune them out... for the rest of my life." I muttered, and Jasper chuckled.
A knock to the door had me turning around, while Jasper went to answer it. Behind the door was a small, thin girl was long black hair pulled back into a bun, and dark grey eyes behind glasses stared inside. She was dressed professionally, with an Ipad and a Blackberry in her hands.
"Mr. Masen, Mr. McCarthy, Mr. Hale, the other board members are here for the meeting." she said in a quiet voice. "Thank you, Angela. And what did we tell you about calling us by those names?" I teasingly scolded her, standing while she chuckled. "To not do so. I should call you all by your first names." she told us, and I smiled. Angela was a good gal, and a excellent assistant to us; she definitely had more brains that the two bimbos up front. Plus, her husband, Ben, was one of our personal guards.
We exited the room and went to the board room, greeting the other members of our other branches politely before getting down to business. The morning went on like that, with two other meetings.
It was around lunchtime did I receive a call. The people from our third meeting had left, and Emmett, Jasper and I had returned to my office, to have a taste of cognac from my little fridge inside, and we were planning on going out to a little joint downtown for some lunch.
"Who's calling you?" Jasper asked when I pulled out my ringing cell phone. "One of the guards." I told him after I saw the caller ID. I answered with a stern, "Yes?"
There was a loud sob of a I could hear some yelling in the background. "Boss, we got some trouble going on back here." the guard breathed into the phone. "What? What's going on?" I demanded. Suddenly, there was a scuffle on the other end, before my ear was assaulted with a loud sob. "You bastard! My sister was almost raped!" the sound of Rosalie's voice screamed at me.
"Bella?" I questioned, hearing my heart stop for a breath of a second. "Yes! Alice and I were just downstairs, watching some old reruns of a show, when we heard her scream from upstairs! We raced up there and saw one of your damn guards being tackled by the other guards, while my sister had stumbled out of the bed and collapsed on the ground. One of the guards that was watching her told us that that guy came inside when she was waking up from a nap, and was telling her something before he pinned her down to the bed. Luckily, she let out a scream to alert us." she explained, sobbing in between.
"We're on our way home now." I growled, snapping the phone shut while I down my cognac quickly as I gathered my things together. "What's going on?" Emmett demanded when I was hurrying to the door. "Bella was almost raped." I hissed, my heart ceasing up once more. The boys left it at that and hurried out after me. The other workers were desperately asking me where I was going, but I didn't talk to them. Jasper had told them to cancel all other meetings as we had an emergency back home.
We raced home in the limousine, the boys trying to keep me calm. But, I couldn't. That damn guard who tried putting a finger on my girl better be contained so I can fucking murder his ass later on.
We soon reached the home, entering through the gate. The limo barely stopped when I rushed out and barged through the door. Guards were around the first level, and I saw one of them being held down by two of them. He had blond hair and wild blue eyes. I knew who he was. "Get that sick fuck out of here! I want him to be kept down at the warehouse - starve him, dehydrate him, torture him! I want him out of my sight!" I roared, snarling lowly in his direction before I flew up the stairs as Seth decided to lead me to the girls.
He led me to the office, opening the door to lead me inside. I saw Alice and Rosalie on one of the leather couches, and I nearly began bawling when I saw my Babydoll lying between them. She had fresh tear tracks on her porcelain cheeks, her hair was still messy as ever while she still wore only my shirt. I rushed over, and the girls decided to respect my want of holding her because they both stood and backed off some. I took her in my arms, cradling her in my lap.
"Are you girls okay?" Emmett's voice asked, and knew he and Jasper had joined us in the office. "We're fine. I just hope Bella is. She was passed out when we got to her." Rosalie muttered sadly.
"Jasper, call Carlisle." I murmured, kissing my Babydoll's hair repeatedly.
"On it." I heard him reply, and heard him pull out his phone.
A while later, a man who was in his late thirties, early forties entered the office. He had honey blond hair, a face with laugh lines etched into the paleness, and blue eyes. He held a medical bag in his hand, wore a casual sweater with slacks and fancy shoes, while a stethoscope was around his neck. He raised his free hand and adjusted his glasses, before smiling at us. "Boys," he greeted us. "Hey dad." Jasper greeted back, hugging him around the shoulders with his free arm since his other was wrapped around Alice's waist.
"Hello Son, Emmett, and Edward. I see you have some guests with you." he commented, seeing the girls in our arms. "Hello sir." Alice politely greeted him, and he smiled. "So, why the house call?" "Can you please look at the girl in Ed's arms?" Jasper asked his father, and he nodded, walking over to me. He set his bag down and sat down beside me.
"What happened to this young lady?" he asked me while he took her wrist in his hand and checked her pulse with his stethoscope. "The girls tell me that their sister was almost raped." I muttered, squeezing my gal in my arms gently. "Almost?" "Thankfully the bastard didn't get close to doing so since the guards caught him and saved her." I replied, sighing quietly.
"Indeed; a wonderful thing she wasn't harmed." he murmured, and I nodded my head.
Suddenly, my girl began stirring in my arms, groaning. "Bella?" I whispered, my heart beating a mile a minute, for I was excited to see her waking. Her eyes struggled to open, but they did - only a little. Her pupils seemed to be dilated while she stared up at me. "Sex god..." she murmured, and we all chuckled at her nickname for me. "Don't boost his ego, Bella." Emmett teased her, and she blushed, now realizing what she just said. "What... Where am I?" she murmured thickly, trying to sit up in my lap. I adjusted her carefully to now where she was sitting up with her head on my shoulder.
"You were almost raped, Belly." Alice whispered, shaking at the mention. "But the guards stopped the asshole from doing so." Rosalie added in quickly, and Bella shivered. "I remember that... his blue eyes..." she whispered, and I squeezed her. "Carlisle, something still doesn't seem right about Bella... Is she sick?" I asked him worriedly. He took his flashlight and had Bella turn her head unwillingly towards him. He flashed the light in her eyes and made a noise of unhappiness. "It appears she's been heavily sedated with sleeping drugs." he muttered, and I hissed out a profanity angrily.
"How though?" "Perhaps someone - that guard who almost harmed her - might've slipped some of the sleeping drugs in her food over the course of a few days. Tell me, was she kept in an isolated room for a while?" he asked me after my question of disbelief. The others shuffled awkwardly, and I sighed nodding my head. "Then, it appears the guard took advantage of this. While her food was being served to her, he might've slipped some of the drugs in her food without anyone knowing. He probably relied on the fact she was alone in a room with no one else around to do this." he explained.
"Will she get better?" Rosalie asked. "Yes, eventually the sleeping pills will wear off. However, I highly suggest that she get as much fluids in her, along with healthy food that is free from any drugging; you never know if he drugged the other foods. Also, I would like for someone to always stay by her side. She can barely function on her own - let alone stand." he advised. "Okay, thank you dad." Jasper said in thanks, smiling at him while he was packing up his things.
"No problem, son." he told him, smiling back at him. He stood and ruffled my hair playfully, making me chuckle. He went over to Emmett, patting his shoulder while he shook hands with Rosalie. Then, he went over to his son who let Alice step off to the side so he could give him a hug, and then shook hands with Alice before he left the room.
"Edward, I think Bella needs to bathe." Alice murmured, and I nodded my head, knowing she was right. I doubt she ever showered during her isolation. "Don't... leave..." Bella muttered frightfully, and a weak hand reached up to clutch my shirt. "Shh, love. I'll be close by. Your sister will help you get clean." I murmured to her, standing from the couch with her in my arms.
I led the girls to my spare bedroom that I was staying in, and led them to the bathroom. I shifted Bella to stand in my arms while the girls started up the bath. Once it was ready, I kissed my girl's forehead, resting my face in her hair. "I'll be outside." I whispered, then transferred her over to her sister before exiting.
Once I closed the door behind me, I went to the wall and slid down, curling up in myself. The tears fell from my eyes then, as I tried to hold back the breaking sobs that wanted to escape.
I was a terrible person. No matter what people will say to me, I know that the girls are right. I was a monster.
Justification be damned.
A/N: Aw, poor Ed. Feeling so terrible in this chappie.
I've decided to not really listen to the Five-Stories-At-A-Time list. I've been getting some major writer's blocks for my first five stories, while I seem to be getting ideas for my older stories. So, here's an update.
Just please don't think I'll start pumping out more chapters for this. Every once in a while, I'll update - whenever I get inspiration.
That's how it will go for the other stories.
Reviews would be appreciated~
Bye for now,
~*Lady Lily of Darkness*~