-The Twilight Mafia-
Chapter Five
*Bella Swan*
Everything was so blurry, fuzzy with a deep haze that was relentless.
I couldn't really remember a thing, up until today that is. All I know is that one minute, I was lying in the bed in the bedroom I was sentenced to for my week of isolation, and then the next, there was a blond haired man hovering over me, his blue eyes staring down at me hungrily. He was saying something; I could only remember bits of his words. "Stingy asshole... Nice pick... She's mine..."
I didn't know who this man was, or why he was holding me down; all I know is that what happened next, I had been able to release a scream, and the man was ripped away from me. Then, after blacking out, I woke up to find myself in the arms of Edward.
Strange as it may seem, but I was glad to see the sex god after three days of not seeing a soul.
I never want to be left alone again. It was too frightening, being confined in a quiet room. I had gone crazy in that room, that much I remember. How I survived those three days is a mystery to me. But, I was otherwise glad to be reunited with my sisters - and Edward, too.
Now I was in a bathroom with my sisters, naked in a hot warm bath with bubbles around my grimy skin, letting them wash me clean. I also remember not bathing at all during those three days of solitude. My sisters were here, keeping me afloat as it seems I couldn't keep my head up; hell, it felt like it weighed over a thousand pounds. The rest of my body felt so light, too, for I couldn't feel anything.
"If Edward hadn't been an ass and locked her up, maybe this wouldn't have happened." Rosalie grumbled to herself, washing my limbs with a sponge. "Remember what Jasper said? He said that this was Edward's way of a punishment, and how he was raised. We can't do anything for it." Alice argued quietly, massaging my scalp with the shampoo while she made sure I was leaning backwards in the tub.
"We'll see about that, Ali. There's no way I'm letting him try doing this again to my sister." she grumbled, and Alice sighed. "Like I want this to happen again, Rose. But really, we can't fight against the guys anymore." she replied. "Alice, it sounds like your giving up and letting that Jasper guy take away your freedom." she hissed, and I struggled to look up at my sister. She smiled softly down at me and kissed my soapy hair.
"Jasper is different, Rose. He's so sweet to me. He makes sure to not make me feel uncomfortable around him while we share his room. He even takes the couch and gives me his bed. He's a gentleman." she murmured, and I smiled slightly, actually happy to hear that my baby sister was not harmed at all during these few days. "But really, Alice - I know you and you do not want to be treated like a five year old by this guy. That's what they are all doing to us. Taking away our rights and treating us like little girls." Rosalie growled, scrubbing away at a stubborn stain on my ankle.
"They're only trying to get us used to this new home. They're serious about not letting us go, Rosalie. We can't go back to our families, see our friends, and have our old life back. There's no use in fighting them about this. And really, with this house, you know they can take care of us better than we can on our own." Alice paused to look around the fancy bathroom we were in, with the tub being of smooth white marble, and the fancy lights behind them burning.
"I've got to admit," Rosalie paused, lowering my leg. "They are loaded." she muttered, shaking her head while she raised the other leg and began cleaning my other leg. "But they kidnapped us from our lives. That's fucking twisted that they would do that to us. Seriously, is it that hard for them to walk up, introduce themselves and get to know us before dating us? We're not in some medieval time or whatever, or in the caveman era, where a big guy just picking off his wife and kidnaps her from her family. We're not fucking slaves, or pets that they can steal." she growled, irritated with that fact.
"They told us that they are in a dangerous business, Rose. If they were to have dated us normally, we would be dead." Alice murmured, rinsing my hair before she grabbed some soap and began to carefully wash my face. Rosalie sighed and muttered, "I know. I just wish we knew what they were doing that is so damn dangerous." "They'll tell us when the time is right. We just have to get used to this." my baby sister mumbled, and I sighed heavily.
"Besides, these guys don't seem too bad. Excluding the punishment Bella has endured, have any of them really harmed us for the hell of it? They don't seem all that abusive to me." "And, they are not that too bad to look at." Rosalie inputted, and we all giggled at that - I tried my hardest to though. "Come on, you have to admit Emmett is just a huge teddy bear." Alice murmured, and Rosalie blushed deeply. "Ha..." I laughed weakly, pointing at her. She stuck her tongue out at me, and mumbled, "Yes, he is. He's sweeter than any other guy I met."
"See? And didn't you see how worried Edward was when he came home and saw Bella like she was?" she continued, now washing off the soap from my face. "He deserves all the shit he's going to get now though. It's his fault." "Now don't start blaming all of that's happened today on him, Rose. None of us could've predicted this." she hissed, staring down at me and I closed my eyes.
"I know. I'm just still so mad at him for sending her away from us for three days. She must've been really lonely up there; did you see how attached she became to Edward when we were coming here to wash her up?" she whispered. "I did. But that might've been the fear of being alone again, sis."
"Yeah..." she muttered, and a few minutes of silence passed between us while they began finishing up with my cleaning.
Finally, they were done. I opened my eyes slowly to see Alice unplugging the drain from the tub, while Rosalie began helping my stand. I tried standing on my own strength, hating feeling so weak and helpless in front of my sisters. "None of that sister macho-ness, Belly." Rosalie tusked me when she saw what I was trying to do, laughing while I stuck my tongue out at her weakly. Both helped me out of the tub and over to a little comfy loveseat thing that was in her, where Rosalie wrapped a towel around my naked form.
"I'll go see if I can find some new clothes for her." Alice whispered, kissing my head before she opened the bathroom door and left the room. Rosalie began towel drying my hair with another towel, humming one of the lullabies our mother sang to us. It was a soothing tune she'd always sang to us softly when it was time for us to go to bed, or when we were fussy.
After my hair was mostly dry, she took a brush that was in here and slowly began brushing my hair.
Eventually Alice came back. With my hooded eyes, I could make out her puckered face of annoyance, for she only had a long pair of large sleep pants, and another large pants. "We need to go shopping." she grumbled, tossing the clothes on the floor while she went to get another brush, this time a fine-tooth comb.
"Lack of clothes?" Rosalie teased, and I chuckled weakly. Alice huffed and began brushing out knots that were in my hair. "When we were taken, they didn't think of sending any guards to our home to get some of our clothes. You realize that this dress I've been wearing - I've been wearing it for four days now. Four days! That's too long for me to wear this. Plus, Bella only has this one pair of underwear. That's really gross to wear undies for more than one day." she ranted, and I rolled my eyes lazily.
Ever the fashion queen.
"You think we should ask the guys if we could go shopping?" Rosalie asked, and Alice sighed. "Yeah. But let's wait until Bella is more awake. She needs to rest for a day or two before she can move by herself." she offered, and Rosalie nodded.
Once they were done brushing my hair, Rosalie braided it while Alice put on my underwear and the large pants around my skinny hips. Then Rosalie slid the shirt over my head as Alice tossed the towels in a nearby hamper.
"There, all clean." Rosalie said happily, kissing my forehead. I smiled at them in thanks and let them help me up on my feet. They held me in between them, my arms around their skinny shoulders. "Let's go find the guys. It's only late in the afternoon." Alice said then, and we headed to the door, them basically dragging me.
I heard them open the door, and saw a young boy there. He was dressed in a suit, his long black hair pulled back behind him. He had dark russet skin, and struggling to still see things, I could make out dark brown eyes. "Ladies." he greeted us, bowing respectively to us. "Eh, hi." Rosalie greeted him, probably wondering why he was there. "Sir Masen told me to see when you all would come out. Shall I call him to take you to the others?" he asked. "No, that's okay. We're fine handling our sister on our own. But you could lead us to where they are." Alice kindly declined, and the young boy nodded his head.
Then, he turned and with a hand thrown over his shoulder, he made a gesture for us to follow him. He then led us out of this bedroom we were in, into a long clean hallway. We were led down in the hallways passed several doors, before coming to an open area of sorts that were by a set of stairs. It was a large area that was wooden, with a pool table, some arcade machines by two doors, while one wall held wide screen TVs that had to be on a sports channel. There was little room in the area with windows and a door, and inside seem to be a round table with chairs, and some leathery sofas. I didn't know what that room was.
I heard some balls being hit with the cue sticks from the pool table, and could see two of Edward's friends were there - Jasper and Emmett, I think. My mind was still so foggy, I could barely remember their names. Edward was sitting on one of the couches, but looked up when he heard us enter.
"Here are the girls, sirs." the boy in the suit told the men, and Edward stood, nodding his head thankfully to him. "Thank you Seth. You can go back to guarding outside with the others." Edward told him, and the boy, Seth, disappeared. "I don't know if I can trust you with my drugged sister." Rosalie grumbled when Edward approached us, as if wanting to take me away from my sisters.
Edward rose an eyebrow at her, and I grunted. "It's... fine..." I muttered, and I could see the slight smile on the bronze-haired man's face. Alice giggled while Rosalie huffed, but the two otherwise relinquished me over to him, and went to join the boys in their game of pool. Edward held me in his strong arms, where I clutched to his shirt, nuzzling my face into his chest. It felt like he was wearing something different than earlier; I remember feeling a stiffness that seemed to resemble a jacket. Now, he only had on a soft t-shirt.
"Still sleepy, Babydoll?" he murmured, leading us over to the couch he had been sitting on previously, letting me cuddle him in his lap. And let me tell you, it felt heavenly to be this close to this sex god. Even though I still felt unhappy and unsecure around this guy, I was too drugged to care.
"Damn straight..." I trailed off, and I heard his deep rumbling chuckle.
"You can take a nap if you want to, love. I'll wake you up later to drink lots of water and eat a big dinner." he murmured to me softly, and I hummed to him.
"Okay..." I whispered.
And I was out like a light.
~*E&B*~
"Bella..." a soft voice was calling my name. It sounded like an angel's sweet deep voice - velvety and rich.
"Five more..." I grumbled, and felt myself turn over onto my side. I heard a chuckle, and then felt myself being lifted into a pair of strong arms. I opened my eyes slowly, and this time around, it didn't take as much effort as it did earlier for me to look around.
I looked up and found Edward's smiling face looking straight ahead while he carried me. "Where are we going?" I muttered sleepily to him, and he looked down at me. "I'm taking you to the dining room because it's time for dinner." "I'm not hungry." I argued, wanting more sleep time. But, my growling stomach interrupted us and told Edward otherwise. He chuckled while I blushed and murmured, "Yeah, you're not hungry."
I huffed and crossed my arms, letting him carry me down to the first level of the mansion, and we soon entered the dining room where I could hear Emmett's loud laugh booming as he told my sisters something.
"Man, those were the old days. They were fucking sweet." he struggled to get that sentence out between his laughter. I felt Edward shift me around and then he placed me in a chair that was right next to the end chair at the end of the table. He soon took that chair and sat down right beside me. "Why are we the loners over here?" I asked him thickly, noting how the other four were at the other end. "We're not loners because we have each other, dear." he murmured.
"Okay. But why not join the others?" I asked him, and he shrugged. "Call me selfish." he said, and I rolled my eyes. "That much I agree with." I grumbled. He sighed heavily upon hearing this and muttered, "And I'll call you grumpy and stubborn." "Thank you." I replied in a snarky, tired tone. He glared minutely at me, and suddenly, I felt a sharp pinch in my side. "Ow!" I yelped, jumping in my seat and hitting my knee against my table.
The others looked over at us, with my sisters looking concerned.
"Merely a cramp, everyone." Edward told them, snickering when I growled at him lowly. My sisters shrugged their shoulders and went back to listening to the boys, who were trying to hold in their chuckles.
"That was really an ass move of yours." I muttered to him, and he sneered.
"Even though you are still under the effects of the drugs, I will not tolerate your mouth still. I would like it if you would speak to me respectively. Or as my guardians always said, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all"." he explained to me, just as two males dressed as servants entered the room.
"Masters Masen, Hale, McCarthy, what would you like to drink this evening?" One of them asked the three men. "I'll have some white wine, and my lovely lady will have a nice cool glass of water." Edward told one of them, ignoring my glare. "Some whiskey for me and my Rose." "Champagne for me and Alice, sirs." the other two placed in their orders.
Both men nodded and went off into the kitchen. "Why the hell do I get water while everyone else gets some booze?" I asked him quietly, a tense edge to my voice. Edward ignored my glaring and answered coolly, "Remember, Bella, you're still affected by those drugs. Alcohol won't help you recover any faster. And I'm merely following the orders from Jasper's father."
I grumbled incoherently to myself, but decided to keep my mouth shut about complaining. He was right.
I hate that he was right.
Soon, the servants returned with our drinks. One of them, who seemed to be around my age, came over to Edward and I, where he poured some white wine in a fancy clear glass. Then, he handed me my glass and poured the water in it, but instead of focusing on the pouring, he focused on me. His brown eyed stare was starting to make me feel uncomfortable as I shifted around in my seat.
"Drew!" Edward yelled, and the boy jumped, splashing some water on me. The boy looked utterly startled when this happened, but Edward's low angry growl brought his terrified eyes back to him. "That will be all, Drew. Now, go get some napkins for her, or you're fired." he growled, sending the boy off back into the kitchen, petrified.
"It's fine - only a little water." I reassured him, wiping my hands over my shirt that had gotten a little wet. Edward wasn't listening to me though; he was muttering quick, fast angry words to himself. The boy returned with napkins and handed them to me, while he was trying to stutter out an apology to Edward.
"Go!" he snapped at him, scowling darkly at the boy. He yelped and scampered off.
I used the napkins to try and get rid of the water on my shirt, while the others were asking if Edward was okay. But he ignored them.
I reached over with my hand and placed it on his arm, for one hand was pinching the bridge of his sexy, chisel - I mean, nose, while the other was supporting his head. I rubbed my hand on his arm soothingly, noting how he opened one of his eyes and was staring at me. "Calm down. It's okay." I whispered to him, and he sighed slowly, taking deep breaths.
Just then, three little maid girls came into the dining room with plates of yummy looking pasta, and then another one entered, carrying two separate baskets of breadsticks. One of the three who had the pasta came over to us and put the plates in front of us, before scurrying away quickly. The one with the baskets of breadsticks came over and set one down in front of us, bowed, and went to the other end of the table. The first maid came back over, with silverware wrapped up in silky red napkins. She placed them beside our plates, then bowed deeply before scurrying off back into the kitchen.
"This looks delicious!" Alice squealed, clapping her hands happily.
"Dig in, everyone." Edward called out, unraveling his silverware. I followed suit and cut into a piece of the pasta before taking a bite. "What do you think, Bella?" Edward asked me while I swallowed. I smacked my lips a little, my eyebrows furrowing. "What?" "Seems like it's missing something." I told him truthfully. "It is wonderful pasta - cooked right, not too hard, not too soggy - but the flavor. The cheese with the sauce needs a little something." I told him, and he smirked.
"Shall I take you to the kitchen so you may tweak your dish?" He asked me, and I blushed. "Um, it's that not a problem..." I trailed off. He chuckled and stood. "Come along." he said, pulling my chair and I away a little from the table. I continued to blush while I took my plate and then followed him into the kitchen.
When we entered, I saw that the kitchen was large, with beautiful wooden floors while there were deep rich woods of the cabinets, and shiny white granite on the tops. There was a plump woman at the stove, still cooking something that smelled a little sweet. She had curly black hair pulled back into a bun, while I could see she had a light olive complexion. She turned after Edward cleared his throat, and her face was round with full lips, a small nose, and large brown eyes.
"Ah, Edward!" she cooed, her voice thick with an Italian accent. "Carmen, hello." Edward greeted her, a smile on his face.
"What can I do for you two?" Carmen asked, turning towards us while she wiped her hands on the apron tied around her waist. "My girl here would like to tweak her dish just a little bit. She says something is missing from it." Edward explained, and Carmen frowned. "She does not like it?" she asked sadly.
"Oh, no! It's not that at all! I really like it - the pasta is cooked perfectly and everything. But, uh, it's just - you know what? Never mind! I'm just being silly. Edward let's go back." I scrambled to say, where I tried turning to go back to the dining room with my dish. But he stopped me with his hands on my shoulders, chuckling at my flustering.
"Carmen, she's a little shy around others. Please we mean no disrespect to your food. But, I would like to please Bella and let her do what she wants to tweak her dish around." Edward explained, a soft smile on his face. Carmen chuckled, and walked over to me, patting my cheek softly. "Dear, it's okay. I know you mean no offense. Now, let me lead you to the spice cabinet." she murmured, and wrapping her arm around my waist, she led me over to large pantry door, opening it to reveal the largest spice cabinet I've ever seen.
"Wow, you have more spices than I do." I murmured in shock, feeling giddy to see it. "You cook?" she asked me, and I blushed once more. "I guess I kind of do. My famous brownies won first prize five years in a row back home." I mumbled, and she chuckled. "Well, just choose whatever spices you would like and perhaps we could add it into the pot with the rest of the pasta." she told me. I nodded and then looked through the spices.
I chose some thyme, basil, paprika, cayenne pepper, and cinnamon.
I went over to the pot where Carmen was standing, setting my dish down on the counter with the spices. "Um, my I have a knife?" I asked her and she nodded, walking over to a drawer and taking out a knife. "Bella -" "Relax, Edward. She's only going to cut up something - and that's not you or me." Carmen reassured Edward who tried voicing his concerns about me having a knife. I giggled and thanked her for the knife. I then took out a little bit of the basil leaves, which had a bit of a lemony scent to them when I sniffed them minutely.
I cut up the basil quickly and with precision, before I gather it up and put it in the pot. Then, I took the thyme and poured a small amount into my hand. I sniffed it and smiled at the nice aroma. "Perfect." I stated, sprinkling it into the pot with the basil. Next, I took the paprika and just sprinkled a dash of it into the pot. I did the same for the cayenne pepper and cinnamon before I stirred it all together with the spoon that was sitting in there.
"Smells lovely, Bella." Carmen complimented me, and I smiled. "Thank you, Carmen."
I scooped up some of the sauce and held it out to Carmen. "Could you try it for me?" I asked her; she nodded and wiped a finger in the sauce, before she sucked it off. She hummed and clapped her hands excitedly. "My, what a lovely combination of spices, Bella! This tastes excellent!" she squealed, and I blushed. "May I try some?" I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard him, and felt him standing so close behind me. I turned and offered the spoon to Edward, who did the same thing as Carmen.
His green eyes grew wide and a bright smile came onto his face. "That is some rocking sauce Bella. I had no idea you cooked." he murmured to me, and I blushed even deeper. "Er, I've been cooking since I was eight." I muttered embarrassed, and Edward smiled down at me. "That's adorable." he whispered, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Well, I think I'll need Bella's expertise before I finish cooking something." Carmen said, smiling proudly at me.
Later...
I watched the late night comedy shows, refreshed and full of energy after having a delicious dessert of coffee and sweet cupcakes. Everyone wanted the new pasta I had added to Carmen's and after dinner, Carmen asked me for some help on how to make dessert perfect. I could tell that we would get along well.
"Still up, Babydoll?" Edward's voice had me looking over at the double doors, and saw him standing there. I ignored the nickname, and nodded my head. "Well, I think it's getting late and you should be getting some rest." Edward advised, walking into the room before turning towards the doors that was the closet. He opened one of them and slipped inside, keeping the opened door a little ajar.
I sighed and hunkered down in the bed, curling into the sheets. After a while, Edward returned, wearing only a pair of white sleep pants, his shirt gone. I tried not to drool at the sight of his yummy looking chest, with muscles and a beautiful six pack. He turned and began heading out the door, but I stopped him.
"Where are you going?" I asked him quietly, sitting up. "Back to the spare bedroom. I'll let you stay here in my room for as long as you would like." he told me softly, smiling at me. I huffed and scurried out of the bed, making my way over to him. "No, you can have your room back." I told him, sneaking my way around him to go out into the hallway.
His strong hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. "Ah, no. You have my room, and I go to my spare one." he stated curtly, and I glared. "And I say no; you will have your room back, and I will go to a separate room." "Why are you being stubborn?" he muttered, scowling. "You're being stubborn too." I pointed out, and he huffed.
"Look, I'm not taking over your room. It's rude. So, have it back." I muttered, and turned to snatch my wrist away and get to finding a spare room. But he wasn't budging. In fact, he tugged me back to him, and dragged us both back into the bedroom, closing the doors behind him and standing there, blocking my exit.
"Move." I growled.
"No." he said in a snarky tone, smirking.
I let out a frustrated scream, and muttered, "I will push you out of my way." "Do you want another punishment?" he asked me, and I balked. I sighed and sat down on the floor, Indian style, with my arms crossed. "And what are you doing now?" he asked, leaning against the door. "I refuse to go to sleep without you taking your room back. And if you won't move, I'll stay here on the floor." I told him in a defiant tone.
Suddenly, he marched away from the door, coming towards me. I took the opportunity to jump into action, where I soon got on my hands and knees and began crawling quickly towards the doors. "Ah, ah, ah!" he tusked and I found his hands on my waist about to pick me up. I kicked my legs and squirmed, managing to kick his hands away from me.
"God damn it!" he hissed, and suddenly, I was on my stomach on the floor, feeling Edward sitting on top of me. "What are you - five?" he asked me incredulously, moving to where he took my hands and pinned them to the floor. I growled, but blushed when I felt something poking me in my ass.
"You sick fucker. You're getting a boner from this?" I asked him angrily. He huffed and shifted around, letting go of my hands only for them to be around my waist once more. He lifted me up effortlessly, ignoring my protests and profanity, while he plopped me down onto the bed. "You're staying in this room, and that's final." he growled at me, and I scowled back.
"Not unless you stay in here too. I refuse to kick you out of your own god damn room." I muttered, and a snicker escaped him. "Already want to get me in bed with you?" he purred, and I snarled at him. "No, you idiot," I paused when he scowled. "Look, I'll take that couch in the closet," I bargained, remembering there was a comfortable looking couch in there. "And you can have your bed back."
"No deal, princess." he said, and I let out another scream. "You have the bed, I'll have the couch."
"No."
"Yes."
"No way."
"Yes way."
"Take the damn bed already!"
"No. You take the damn bed!"
"For fuck's sake! Take. The. Bed!"
His eyes were narrowed into slits, and then he brought his face closer to me, his hands finding their way to my wrists, holding me down to the bed.
He touched his nose with mine, looking me straight in the eyes. I blushed from the close proximity, but held my ground.
"No." he whispered defiantly.
I screamed, and he let out a yell of nothing back.
"How about this?" I began angrily. "We share the bed, but you stay on your side, and I stay on mine, with a fucking pillow between us to make your grubby hands don't touch me!" I offered haughtily. "Fine. But if you want some late night fucking, I won't mind taking down the pillow of yours." he growled, sneering while I huffed. "Like I'd ever want you." I snarled, and he chuckled darkly. "You will be mine eventually, Bella. Mark my words - you'll be just as crazy in love with me as I am you."
"Fuck off."
He snickered and let me go, marching his way over to the other side of the bed. He slipped inside and immediately turned off the TV and the lights.
"Goodnight, Babydoll." he purred in the darkness.
"Night... Asshole who won't accept my niceness of giving up the bed." I grumbled, placing the pillow between us and lying back down roughly.
"Watch that mouth of yours, miss." he taunted, and I blew a raspberry.
"Whatever."
I soon hunkered down and fell asleep.
A/N: Another chapter, everyone~
Phew, had fun with this one, especially at the end. :)
Let me know what you think about this chapter in a review and stay tuned for the next installment.
(By the way, it's very obvious how much Bella wants some action with Edward. Haha.)
Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Bye for now,
~*Lady Lily of Darkness*~