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Recap:
EPOV
"I can't give all the specifics."
"Tell me!"
"Okay, I'll tell you at least part of it."
"Tell me what interest they had in me. What would be the point in taking me?"
"They would have taken you to be one of the wives of that mafia family."
Pure shock washed over her. I don't know if it was the part about a plan to be being kidnapped to be a bride or being kidnapped by a mafia family. Maybe I said to much.
"You said another family..."
Oh shit. "Yes"
"Does that mean? Are you? You're a mafia family also?"
"Yes"
"If the other family was going to take me to be a mafia wife. Does that mean your family took to me to a mafia wife."
Fuck, The one question that I didn't what her to ask.
Chapter 3:
BPOV
He just admitted to me that they were part of the mafia. ONE of numerous mafia families apparently. Before I could even digest the mere fact that the were apart of the mafia there was another question I had to ask, "If the other family was going to take me to be a mafia wife. Does that mean your family took to me to a mafia wife?"
He didn't answer. He just sat there and grimaced like he was in pain. I waited. Using what little patience I had left at this point to give him a moment to actually fucking answer me. But several heartbeats later and he still remained silent.
"Are you going to answer me or we just going to stare at each other all day?" I said with a bit of acid to my tone.
Still no answer.
"Why won't you answer the question? It's because I'm right isn't? You didn't save me! You just took me for yourselves! To be a wife for someone! Is my supposed future husband picked out? Or you all still debating who I should go to?"
No answer.
I gave up with him and turned to Esme, who had remained quiet the entire time. Maybe she would give me answers. Carlisle never came back in the room after his talk with Edward but I had a suspicion he was right outside the door. "Esme will you please give me answers? Am I expected to be a wife to someone now? Is it how I am supposed to show 'gratitude' for not being taken by this supposed other family?" I used my fingers to show air quotes around gratitude.
She glanced over at Edward who still had not stopped staring at me. Then Esme said, "It's a little more complicated dear. You were not supposed to know about the prospective of being a wife right away. Edward jumped the gun on revealing that information to you. It is true that another family was going to take you. But they are so unlike us dear. Who ever they promised you to would have already forced themselves on you. The are rules that the families follow but grey areas are there. This other family likes to use that grey area to their advantage."
"Rules? Like what kind of rules?"
Now Esme was quiet also. Great.
"Please someone explain all this to me!"
Still nothing.
"When you say rules... Are you saying that all mafia families steal their wives?"
Finally Edward spoke, "No, not all. But sometimes it comes to that since we have secrets to protect. We have to ensure that anyone who gets involved with us stays with us. We have to ensure the survival of the family."
"So join or die?"
"I would never hurt you Bella." I saw the sincerity in his eyes, I tried not to believe it. Tried...
Then something clicked into place of the puzzle I was trying to put together. "You!"
He looked surprised and then fearful of my next words.
"I'm suppose to be your wife aren't I?!"
He finally looked away.
"I'm taking that as a yes." I said not making my anger a secret.
"Bella it's not what you think. I never wanted it to happen like this. I wanted for us to get to know each other a little bit before-" I cut him off.
"Oh before you kidnap me?"
"Bella we do things differently. We-" again I didn't let him finish.
"STOP! Just stop I don't want to hear anymore right now!"
The hurt in his eyes was prevalent. There was that part of me that wanted to believe every word he said. He was easily the best looking men I had every seen. He had piercing green eyes that looked like he could stare into your soul. An odd shade of bronze hair covered his head in a messy but beautiful way. His jaw line was prominent and it lead to lips that I just wanted to kiss. Get a hold of yourself Bella. This guy has admitted to having kidnapped to be his wife and your thinking about kissing him. But looks aside, I couldn't deny this pull I had towards him, This attraction! And it just wasn't physical attraction. It was something else. I felt it the times I had seen him at the park. The time he spoke with me at the park, I wanted so badly to accept this offer of a date, but didn't due to always being cautious.
Because I had to. Because of my past. Did they know about my past? Things Liam and I were connected to? LIAM! He never once brought up Liam and how he played into this.
"What are you going to do with my son?" The fear was in my voice no matter how much I tried to hide it
Edward looked at me with compassion in eyes. "No one will hurt him or you. I promise you that. I will provide him and you with everything you need. You will be able to care for him like you always have. He will be loved and accepted into this family."
I knew it could all be a lie, but I still believed him. He was sincere. I could see it. The fierceness and genuineness in his eyes and voice made me believe he was being honest. He acted as if he would rather die then let someone hurt me or Liam.
"Okay." was all I could say.
And with that Edward stood and I immediately followed suit. It was more of reaction then anything else. I had always been prepared to defend my son and I. Edward carefully walked over and gently put his hand on my cheek. He had to notice that I immediately tensed up. He paused and then very carefully placed a kiss on my forehead and then walked out the door. My heart was pounding in my chest. He promised me no one would hurt me. And more importantly he promised no one would hurt my son. I believed him. I had to believe him. I had to hope. But even then every being in me all the way to my core trusted him. And I wanted to be near him. These feeling were foreign to me. I have never felt a longing to man before.
EPOV
"Are you going to give me answers?" CRACK I think he's nose was broken, but I really didn't care.
"OOWWW! FUCK I THINK YOU BROKE ME NOSE." My suspicion was correct.
Emmett stepped up now, "Oh your nose is broken? Here let me fix it for you." Emmett locked his fingers around the guys nose and pulled and tugged. Inflicting more damage. He could be a sick bastard when he wanted to me.
"Just give us the name of who work for and this stops. Capiche? My day has not gone as planned and patience is very thin. I have no problem breaking every last bone of yours and then letting Emmett hear 'fix them' if you know what I mean."
He remained silent.
"Your choice." And with that I broke his ankels.
THE NEXT DAY
still EPOV
I sat in my office chair but wasn't doing any work. It took almost the entire night to get the needed information out of that fucker. But I didn't mind I was already pissed and doubted I would have gotten much sleep anyway. My mind was consumed with her.
I was trying to wrap my head around it all. Things had definitely not gone as planned with Bella. From her waking up without me there to finding out so soon about the mafia to her finding out so soon about being my future wife. I had it planned out to go so differently. Sigh Well at least she knows now even if she doesn't know everything. The other details I would soon tell her but the mafia and wife part is over. I should have known her reaction would be anger, but it still hurt seeing her like that. Her thinking that I would hurt her or her son. But I tried putting it on perspective. She had been dragged away from her life and then two major bombshells had been dropped on her. She was actually doing well. She didn't punch me when I kissed her forehead so that was a good sign. She actually seemed calm when I left the room with Esme still in it. Now I had to figure out how to approach her again. This was becoming even more complicated. Maybe if I knew more about her? I called Jenks.
"Hello Mr. Cullen"
"Hello Jenks. Have you made anymore progress with the Bella Swan report?"
"I'm sorry sir but no. She did a very good job covering her tracks-"
"What the fuck am I paying for?"
"Sir, what little information I have been able to find the average person wouldn't be able to find. It seems as if she has been covering her tracks"
"Covering her tracks? Do you think she is running from someone or something?"
"I'm not sure. But her past is too clean. There are records I can't find and missing pieces of information."
"Like what exactly?"
"For starters the father of her child. There is no record of him and after digging I can't find that she was involved with anyone. There are no leads of who the father of the child might be. There is no record of her pregnancy or birth. I managed to find a birth certificate but I think the only reason she even has that is to prove the child is hers. The birth certificate was issued 6 months after the child would have been born."
Interesting. What is she hiding. "She calls her son 'Liam' but I noticed on the last report you have me it said her son's was William Swan."
"That's correct. I can try running the name Liam Swan and see what I get. But she may have derived Liam from William to be a nickname. Also it could be a security precaution. She definitely has been careful."
"Any update with parents and other family and friends?"
"Same as before. A little over 2 to 2 half years ago she cut them off completely. She was never close with them but then she all of a sudden she stopped talking to them and in their words 'dropped off the face of the earth' and they haven't heard from her since. She has moved around a lot since then. She doesn't give out a lot of information to anyone she associates with."
"Okay. Keep digging and get back to me."
"Yes Mr. Cullen."
The line went dead. I was pondering over what Jenks had told me. Bella cut her family and friends off around 2 to 2 and half years ago. Why? Wait...That would have been when she got pregnant with Liam. That's when she started covering her tracks, moving around, not planting roots. It had to do with Liam. Or better yet Liam's father. The question was "Who was he?"
