The final part of the original one shot. There are new details here, though, for those of you that read the original. So, please read with fresh eyes.

****Graphic violence and gore warning**** If that in any way upsets you, please skip about the last third of this chapter; right after "I say we start there." PM me if you need any reassurances, to ask a question, or for just a summary.

Edward

The drive to Squantum, in Quincy, where we have a private dock, is long, but peaceful. The properties out this way are beautiful. Maybe I'll bring Bella down here to look at a few houses before the wedding, even though we've yet to set a date.

We're headed for the house where Jasper was taken after his unfortunate tumble down the stairs. No one lives here, but it's used for emergency medical treatment when the hospital isn't an option, for occasional meetings, and for what we're about to do. Pulling into the driveway, I drive around back and into the garage. We wouldn't want any prying eyes seeing what we're up to.

"You want me to come along?" Emmett, always there when I need him, one of the few I can always count on and trust.

"Up to you. I'll need help loading him into the boat though." With a nod, he helps me drag the limp body from the trunk. I hear Jasper's moans and groans as we move him into the giant chest cooler that's on the flatbed cart we use to move 'heavy loads.'

Stepping out of the garage and into the light, I squint my eyes. The late morning sun has made its appearance, intensified by being near the water. I can tell it's going to be a warm one.

Wheeling him down the dock, I scan the area. It doesn't appear we have an audience, not outside anyway, but that doesn't mean we don't have nosy neighbors peeking out through their curtains. Reaching the boat, Emmett helps me load the cooler onto the deck. When he climbs aboard, I don't bother to ask; I know he wants to see this through to the end.

We drag the large cooler below deck, opening it to see if he's still breathing. I look around and grab the chair from the corner. After I've placed the plastic sheeting under the chair, I look back to Emmett.

"Ready?"

"As I'm gonna be. Let's do this." We each grab an arm, lifting Jasper out of the confined space and into the chair. His groans have gotten louder, and his eyes are trying to open.

"Grab that rope over there Em. We need to make sure he isn't going anywhere."

"On it." Emmett grabs the rope from the corner and starts to bind Jasper's hands together, and his legs to the ones on the chair. Once he's satisfied with the knots, he loops one bit around Jasper's face, in his mouth. That should help stifle some of the screaming, at least until we're out on open waters. Leaving him in the back room to stew, we close the door behind us and head up top.

Once back on deck, I check our supplies. The fridge and cabinets are stocked well enough for a day trip, and I know we're gonna need it. I'm thankful I had the good sense to ask Jimmy to head down here earlier to get things ready for us. We'll have to wait until sundown before the real fun can start. After doing a pre-departure check, I start the boat and pull away from the dock. Knowing we have a long day ahead of us, I settle into the captain's chair.

"Here." Emmett comes up beside me and hands me a cold can of Guinness.

"Thanks." I crack it open and take a swig. "As nice as this is, I think I need to switch to water. I've had almost nothing but feckin' booze since yesterday. Bella would have my head if she knew."

"She got you on a short leash then?" He just laughs at me.

I can't stop the smile on my face. "You could say that." I lift the can to my mouth, taking another swig. "Ah, Christ, I need water." Getting up from my chair, I go to the refrigerator and grab a bottle. "I need to get off the drink. Feckin' cigarettes, too."

"Yeah? Why's that? Never thought I'd hear Edward Cullen say he was gonna stop drinkin'."

I know Bella's gonna kill me, but if I can't trust Emmett to keep it a secret, who can I trust? That goddamn smile is back.

"She's havin' my baby."

"All right! Congrats man!" He shoots out of his chair and gives me a hug. "When?"

"She's only about four months or so."

"Damn! Were you ever gonna tell us?"

"Eventually," I say with a shrug. "Just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while."

"So, maybe a Thanksgiving baby?"

"Maybe. And maybe a fall wedding, too. I'd like to get her down the aisle before the baby comes."

The sounds of yelling and banging bring me back to the horrible task at hand.

"I'll just keep watch." Emmett points to the horizon.

"Yeah, I've got this." Sighing, I check my gun and head back below deck.

Jasper's eyes are wide and panicked, but they flash in relief when he sees me. He obviously doesn't realize I'm the one that's dragged him here. Walking over, I remove the rope from his mouth.

"Thank Christ. Help me out of these ropes, Eddie." He's squirming, fighting his restraints. "How the fuck did I end up here, anyway?" he mumbles as he struggles to get loose.

"Sorry Jasper, I can't do that."

"And why the fuck not?" His head pops up, his eyes narrowed on me.

I find a spot to sit and relax back into the chair.

"Care to tell me why you ran off to have a meeting with Caius Voltolini the instant we got off the phone yesterday?"

The color suddenly drains from his face. "I don't know what you're talking about." His indignant tone betrays the fear I see in his eyes.

"Cut the shit, Jasper. You were tracked to your meeting with Voltolini. Care to tell me why you're consorting with the enemy? How the information about our shipment was leaked to Boston PD?"

"What? How do you ..."

"I know because Bella's been working there for the last, five feckin' years!" My voice is a roar, and I'm worried they could hear me on shore. Taking a deep calming breath, I close my eyes. Opening them, I can see the sheer terror on his face. "What I want to know is, why? Why would you be working with the Voltolinis? Why would you betray your family?"

"Betray my family? My family? You mean the people that turned their backs on me, let me struggle for years, then gave my rightful place to my little brother?"

"We didn't turn our backs on you! You were a drugged-out cokehead, who blew through all the money that was just handed to you ... yes, handed to you. And you never did a fucking thing to work for it, either! For years Da tried to teach you about the business, show you how to run things, but you blew him off. He couldn't hand things over to you; you would've snorted your way through the family fortune. Is that what this is about? Money? Is that what the Voltolinis are offering you? Is your monthly allowance not enough?" My voice is booming, loud to even my own ears.

"Monthly allowance?" He scoffs at that. "Yeah, they're giving me money, but they respect me too." I can't stop the humorless chuckle from escaping me.

"Jasper, if you think a bunch of Italians are going to treat you with equal respect, then the drugs must've done more damage than I thought. The only thing they're getting out of you is information. And when you've outlived your usefulness, they'll dispose of you."

"Do you really think I'd be consorting with the Voltolinis if I didn't have a good reason? Besides, I've proven my loyalty to them."

"Loyalty? A man that would betray his own family? If I know anything about the Voltolinis, it's that they value loyalty above anything else, even money. And you're an idiot if you think otherwise."

"They do value loyalty, and blood, which I happen to share with a few of them. And I proved my loyalty to them when I shot Charlie Swan!"

I'm on my feet with my gun drawn and in Jasper's face before I can blink. "The fuck did you just say?" I pull the hammer back, the click echoing in the room.

"Yeah, Edward, my blood. Our perfect father, the great, Carlisle Cullen has a few skeletons in his closet. You should ask him about it sometime, what he was up to thirty-six years ago, who he was spending his spare time with. Yeah, when you have the chance, you should ask him about Jane."

I stare in disbelief at the man before me who is suddenly a stranger, a few of the puzzle pieces slowly beginning to fall into place. The shock must be clear on my face as Jasper continues to ramble.

"I was denied my birthright on both sides; one because of who my mother was, and on the other, because I was deemed unworthy. So when Caius asked me to prove my loyalty to gain some of my position back, I shot Charlie Swan for them. They needed to see that I was all in, that I would take out someone close to the family. I couldn't kill any of you, so I took out someone close to us. It just worked out that Charlie had been gunning for them for years."

It's as if my arm has a mind of its own, and I'm watching it happen of its own volition, the butt of the gun comes in contact with his head.

"You bastard! You killed a man in cold blood, then drugged and raped his sixteen-year-old daughter when she was grieving? You're not a man, you're a goddamn monster. A lying, greedy, conniving, disloyal ..." Fury blinds my vision and I can't stop myself; blow after blow landing on his head. Before it registers what's happening, Emmett's arms are around me, trying to move me away from him.

"That's enough Eddie. Can't kill him just yet. Let's wait until at least sundown. It's a bit too warm to have a corpse aboard for hours." My chest is heaving, and his attempt at a joke doesn't even register. Seeing that I've knocked him unconscious again, I engage the safety, and toss my gun at Emmett, heading back up on deck.

Once outside, I close my eyes, breathing in the fresh air, while trying to calm myself down.

"He's out cold." I don't speak, but nod, letting him know I heard him. "Think it's true? What he said about being one of them?"

"I have no idea, Em."

"And he really killed Charlie?"

"That's what he said."

"Damn. Man, he was like an uncle to us."

"Yeah. I miss him." I watch the sun get higher in the sky. "Think about all the time that's been wasted, too. All the tea parties, bedtime stories and dress up games Bella missed because she was out chasing a monster who was right in front of her all along. What he took away from her, not to mention the hell he put her through when he ..." I shake my head, lost in my own thoughts when I hear him speak again.

"So, how do you want to do this?" Turning to face my brother, I look him dead in the eyes.

"Slowly. Fucker needs to pay.

Several hours pass, and once the sun has set and we've found a good spot, we cut the engine and mentally prepare to get down to business.

"Emmett, I'll understand if you can't do this."

"I've got your back, Eddie. This is for the family, not to mention little B and the princess."

"All right then. Let's get this shit done."

Heading back below, I can hear his screams again. Opening the door, I start right in on him.

"Christ! Would you shut the fuck up?" Taking aim, I get a shot off into his arm, just to get his attention. It works, as his cries fill the small space.

"You son of a bitch! You shot me!"

"Because you wouldn't shut your fuckin' mouth. Now, before we get to it, you need to answer a few questions."

"Fuck you," he spats.

"No, I don't think so, brother. See, you're the one tied to a chair, at my mercy, so I think you need to be a little more cooperative."

"I'm not telling you a goddamn thing." His eyes are full of fire, determined to let the secrets die with him.

"Oh, I think you will. See, this can go one of two ways. You can either tell me what you know, and this will be over quickly, or you can be silent and... Well, it won't be quite so quick."

"You're gonna kill me either way. What's the fuckin' difference?"

"Oh, believe me, there's a difference." I reach into my pocket, pull out my smokes and light up. The nicotine calms me only marginally, but it's enough not to blow off his head at the moment.

Jasper is quiet as I stare at him, years of tension between us making its presence known. All the vile things he's done, the pain he's caused, not to mention the business relationship Da forced on us, it's all here, staring us in the face.

"Who is Jane Mancini?"

Jasper scoffs but says nothing.

"You know anything about the money that's being sent to her every goddamn year like clockwork on your birthday?" I ask.

That gets his attention, because his head whips up, his eyes meeting mine. His brow furrows as he thinks over his answer. "I don't know anything about the money."

I know enough to say that for once, he's being honest. He's as in the dark about the money as we are, which means Da is hiding things from everyone.

"Why has Da gone out of his way to keep you alive, Jasper? You've given him reason after reason for one of us to put a bullet between your eyes, yet he keeps you alive."

He laughs before wincing, the pain in his head getting to him. "Well, that goes way back. Seems the Voltolini have a problem with one of their own being killed."

"You know, that's not the first time you've said that. And I'm not quite sure if I should believe you. A desperate man will say anything when his life is on the line. And let's be honest, saying you're one of them is certainly a good way to save your ass. Because we all know it could start a war between our families. But, you're gonna have to give me a better reason, Jasper. At the very least I need proof."

He lifts his head, his swollen face from my earlier beating on full display. "Jane Mancini is my birth mother."

"What ..." I pause, speechless at my brother's claim. Looking over to Emmett, I see the same thing I'm feeling.

Confusion.

"Jane Mancini is Marcus Voltolini's niece; Aro Voltolini's daughter. Any more than that, you'll have to ask Da. I just wanted to say it out loud for once. It doesn't matter now. All my sins aside, I was a dead man the day I touched Bella, wasn't I?"

I stare at the man before me, not knowing what to think. No, this man is a stranger. He's been on the fringes of the family for years, but now... Now I have a clearer picture of why.

He was never one of us. Which will make what I need to do that much easier.

"You were. The only thing protecting you was Da. If it had been up to me, you'd have died a long time ago; the night you walked out of Bella's bedroom. I don't quite understand his reasons for not ending you then, but now it doesn't matter." I lean in close to whisper in his ear. "I'm the one in charge, and you've crossed me for the last time. Now," I say, straightening up. "We're going to do this my way ... nice and slow." The evil grin that crosses my face causes a fresh wave of fear to wash over his. "Since it was your greedy little hands that started this whole mess, I say we start there."

Pulling the knife from my boot, I make a show of examining the blade. Walking behind him, I grasp his right hand, using pressure points to hold out his fingers. As the blade pierces the flesh, I smell the undeniable odor of urine.

"Emmett, it seems our big brother here has pissed himself." I push just a bit harder, feeling the blade cut through muscle and tendons. His screaming has turned to shrieks.

"Aw now Eddie, we shouldn't tease him. I'd imagine that smarts a bit." Emmett's dark chuckle makes me laugh, as the knife makes its final pass and completely severs Jasper's index finger. The cry that comes from him is inhuman, pathetic, tears streaming down his face.

"Oh Em, grab a bucket. I want some chunks to toss overboard. Maybe we can attract a shark or two." The whine that comes from Jasper almost makes me feel sorry for him.

Almost.

I continue on with my task of removing each finger from his right hand, one by one, as slowly as I can manage. There's hoarse screaming coming from Jasper, and blood everywhere at this point. Grabbing a rag, I wrap his stump tightly.

"I don't want you to bleed out. Then the fun would be over." Standing, I look him over. "Now, let's see, you've lost your hand for your greed. What shall I take from you for taking a man that was like family, a man who was the center of Bella's world? Emmett?" I look up to him for guidance.

"Well, Bella thought he walked on water, so I say he loses a foot."

"What a great idea! Though, I know it's kinda hard to walk without your toes, so let's start there." One by one, I remove the toes of his right foot, all while listening to his screams.

"Seeing how you decided to sing to the Voltolinis, and you won't shut the fuck up now, I think your tongue goes next." I turn to my younger brother. "I'm gonna need your help with this one."

"You've got it."

Grabbing his chin, and with Emmett's help, we manage to pry open his mouth, and I slide my knife inside, carving away at the muscle there. When the offending appendage falls to the floor, so does my knife.

"I'd say I'm going to take perverse pleasure in this next part." I get down to his level, ignoring his groans of pain. "You drugged and raped a child, a grieving child, Jasper. You took something from her you had no fucking right to take. That scared little girl doesn't exist anymore, though." I get closer and growl my words. "All those months she spent blaming herself for something you did, the life you forced on her ... She's thrived despite all that. But I'll never forget what you took from her."

I stand upright once again and pull my gun from my back. "So for that ..." I take aim, and fire, straight at his probably diseased dick. I see Emmett wince in my peripheral vision, as the room is filled with the screaming of the pathetic excuse for a man in front of me. The pain must finally become too much because he passes the fuck out. But, at least the screaming has stopped.

"Let's drag his sorry ass out on deck."

"You got it, boss." Working together, we drag his bleeding, broken body up on deck, sitting him up against the side. Going back inside, I fill a glass with cold water, then walk back out, tossing it in his face.

"Wha, ungh, uh."

"What was that? Cat got your tongue? Oh, no, that's right, I got your tongue. See?" Pulling it up and out of the bucket to show him causes him to puke all over himself.

"Guess we'll have to clean him up now, huh Eddie?"

"Sure will. Oh, I know, let's see if we can find some help." Walking to the side of the boat, I toss a couple of 'pieces' of my brother into the water. "Emmett, did you know that sharks can smell a drop of blood from something like three miles away?"

"I did not know that." Emmett's busying himself with getting the hoist ready. The sun set hours ago, so we're doing this by the paltry light of the full moon and what's coming from the cabin. As I toss bits and bobs over the side, my eyes don't leave Jasper's. He's focused on what I'm doing, the blood still dripping from his mouth, tears silently running down his face.

"All set." Emmett's voice pulls me out of the staring contest I'm having with Jasper. "Help me hook him up."

"Right." I put down the bucket, and help Emmett attach Jasper's limp and broken body to the hoist that's used to haul large fish on deck. We wrap some rope around his ankles and attach the hooks. Using the motor, we lift him high enough to swing him over the edge. When he's dangling over the open water, I know the moment he sees the fins circling the area.

"You know, I don't think any of them are big enough to end you right away. They'll probably bite bits and pieces off till there's nothing left. What do you think Emmett?"

"Sounds about right."

"Oh look, there's a few out there already."

His muffled screams fill the air as we begin to lower him closer to the water. Putting my hand up to stop Emmett from lowering him completely, I hang over the side, resting my forearms on the edge.

"You know, you turned your back on us, betrayed your family, in more ways than one. What you did to Bella..." I shake my head in disgust. "Da tried to protect you from me for years. If it were up to me, I'd have ended you a long time ago, the day you laid a finger on my girl. But to kill Charlie, one we considered one of our own, and all for money? You turned to the Italians instead of being loyal to us ... Even if some of their blood flows through your veins, you were still a Cullen. So, in honor of where your loyalties truly lie, I'll steal one of their phrases. Have fun sleeping with the fishes, Jasper. See ya in hell."

The sound of the motor inching him into the water is only matched by the screams coming out of his mouth. When he finally goes under, it doesn't take long before I see the first shark approach. He struggles and thrashes under the surface of the water, which only attracts more.

"Hey, Eddie?" Emmett points at the larger fin approaching the chaos in front of us. "Think we should cut him loose? I don't want that thing too close to the boat."

"Yeah, just wait a minute." Watching, I see him swim close enough that I could probably reach out and touch him. "Now." With that, Emmett cuts the line, and what's left of our brother falls beneath the surface and into his watery grave.

As I watch the frenzied splashing slow to a stop and the water calm, I pull out a smoke and light it up, all the while thinking just how the fuck I'm supposed to make sense of what just happened.

A/N: And Jasper is no more. Everyone still with me? Trust me when I say that was as brutal to write as it was to read.

Thanks to Fyrebyrd, Gabby1017, 2brown-eyes, and TheMetroDad for pre-reading the revised chapter, and to my beta, SunflowerFran for looking over my changes. I fiddled a bit, so please remember, all mistakes are mine.

A thank you to Ninkita for looking over the original contest entry. Also a thank you to Life and Death's Lullabies and TheMetroDad for pre-reading the original.

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