A/N: Hi there sports fans. I don't have a lot to say here except a huge thank you for your continued support. I also need to say a thank you to team katiecav (inkedupmom, babylopez, and Emily Masen) for helping me get things into tip top shape. This chapter is longer than the last one. A little lemonade and a dash of Bella's past. I hope you enjoy...see you at the bottom.

I woke slowly the next morning. I felt the light pressure of kisses being trailed up my stomach; the feather-like touch of fingers caressing my ribs.

"I know you're awake, my love."

His warm mouth surrounded my taut nipple. I sat up with a start, burying my hands in his unruly hair. His lips formed a smile around my breast. He pulled back and gave me a smug smile. I tugged lightly on his hair and his smile widened as he crawled all the way up my body.

"Good morning," he said, leaning down to kiss me, "Mrs. Cullen," he finished against my lips.

I pulled away from him with a chuckle. "That will take some getting used to."

"Well." He sighed, reaching a hand up to cup my face. "Lucky for you, we have eternity."

I smiled and kissed him again, this time deeper. He was thrusting his hardness against my thigh and I was practically drowning in my need for him. He reached down and stroked my sensitive flesh. I bucked against his hand, tearing my mouth from his with a gasp. His lips attached to my neck as he continued to work me over with his fingers.

"Oh, God," I whispered as I arched my back, straining to get closer to him. He added another long digit inside of me and curved his fingers upward, hitting that spot that only he ever could.

"That's it baby," he said huskily, rubbing his thumb over my sensitive clit.

I grabbed a hold of his shoulders as I rode out the powerful waves of my orgasm. I sunk back onto the mattress, my chest heaving as I tried to control my breathing. Edward looked decidedly smug as he hovered above me; judging by the intense orgasm that I just had, he had every reason to look that way.

"You are..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Amazing...fantastic...spectacular?" he supplied.

I chuckled lightly. "All of the above."

"Trying to stroke my ego, babe?" he laughed.

"Would you rather I stroke something else?" I asked with a suggestive eye brow wiggle. "Or would you rather do the stroking?"

"Just wait, baby," he spoke kissing down my throat. "I'm not done with you yet."

I moaned as he took my nipple into his mouth and thrust his erection against me. He had never been this insatiable before. It was a side of him that he had kept well hidden from me, but God did I like it. I rolled us over so that I was on top.

My movement caught him by surprise and it took him a brief second to process what had happened. I brought his lips back to mine and thrust against his hard stomach. I sat back and grabbed a hold of him and placed him at my entrance. Just as I was about to sink down, there was a distinct and fast knock at our door. I immediately stopped what I was doing and sat back down on his stomach.

"No, no, no," he whined, grabbing a hold of my hips and trying to keep my attention away from the door.

"Bella," the distinct voice of Edward's sister, Alice called to us. "Edward, I know you're in there."

I moved to get off of him and his grip on my hips tightened and I opened my mouth to object but he moved his hand to cover it.

"Maybe if we ignore it, it will go away," he whispered.

Alice let out a very unladylike and indignant snort. "It can hear you, thank you very much." I covered my mouth with my hand to hold my laughter inside. I bent to bury my face in Edward's chest, which was also vibrating with his silent laughter. "Now open this door," she demanded.

I could just picture her standing there in the hallway, stomping her foot. Edward groaned and shook his head back and forth on the pillow a few times before maneuvering to the side of the bed and grabbing his underwear from the floor.

I reached into the drawer next to the bed and picked out a clean bra and underwear. Slipping them on as he made his way over to the door. I grabbed his white button up shirt from the chair and headed to the bathroom. Since I was up, I might as well begin my morning routine. I left the bathroom door slightly ajar as I brushed my teeth and hair.

"Dear God, Edward!" Alice exclaimed when he finally made it to the door. "Put some clothes on."

I heard the light footfalls of Alice enter our room and then the sound of the door closing.

"Well, excuse me, dear sister of mine," my husband said sarcastically. His next words made me smile. "But this is my honeymoon and I refuse to adjust our no clothing rule just to appease your sudden, and might I say, very unfortunately timed visit."

I had finally been able to tame my hair, pull on his shirt and button it up before making it out into the bedroom.

"Edward, love. It's fine. I knew she'd be here sooner or later." I wrapped my arms around him from behind and kissed him on his bare shoulder. "As much as I love watching you parade around like this, will you please go put something on?" I asked sweetly. I knew he would understand that what I was asking for was a few minutes alone with his sister. He turned around in my arms. "You are utterly distracting," I added for good measure, slowly trailing my hands over his chest.

"As you wish, my love," he told me with a kiss on my nose before he grabbed his suitcase and left me there with Alice.

"If you weren't so happy, I could easily be furious with you. You know that, Bella?" Alice's voice brought my attention back to her. "One day was all I asked for. I wanted it to be perfect."

I sighed and sat down on the bed, crossing my legs. "Can't you see that it was perfect, Alice?" She raised a brow at me and joined me on the bed. "It was perfect for us. Edward and I really aren't the big wedding kind of people. It was simple and there wasn't any fussing or worrying. It was just two people that loved each other so much that they couldn't wait. The only thing that would have made the whole thing better was if the whole family could have been here."

I could see that she wasn't buying what I was telling her so I decided a different tactic.

"You'll still get to throw the wedding. We'll go along publicly as if nothing has changed...it's just easier now." I didn't really know how to explain it but it did feel like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders with our impromptu wedding. Yes, it had been completely impulsive to get married in Vegas, but once I got the idea into my head I couldn't let it go. Edward and I had found each other here...it made sense for us to tie ourselves together here. "I'm happy. Edward's happy. Please be happy for us?" I pleaded with her, grabbing a hold of her hands.

She looked sad for a moment. Her blue eyes glossing over.

"Of course I'm happy for you both. Do I wish I would have been there to see my brother get married for the first time? Yes. I see what you're saying though. You'll have a tougher time with Esme than with me. You know Edward is like her first child." Alice shook herself as if to shake off the heaviness of the conversation. "Now you're going to have a meeting today. I'd put on the denim dress. Oh, and your red heels. You'll look so amazing!"

I chuckled at her abrupt change of pace. "Yes, Alice." I agreed; I knew better than to argue with her.

"Antonio, bonjour!" I greeted the owner of the old Italian restaurant where the detectives and I had met a few times before.

It was a place of my choosing. At first, I wanted to meet them here because it always reminded me of my father. The place hadn't changed in twenty years. The décor, the menu, even the smell of the place. My father had been close friends and a major financier of Mr. Bortarelli, the owner. As a result, the man always had a table reserved for my father, even had a back room that was roped off from the other sections of the restaurant when he wanted members of the 'family' to join him.

Mr. Bortarelli Senior had passed away about ten years ago. I had read about it in the paper, but when I arrived in Vegas after my absence, I was thrilled to find that his son had taken over for him.

I turned toward the graying Antonio, "Have they arrived?" I asked, knowing Antonio would know of whom I spoke.

"Yes. They have," he told me, grabbing my hands warmly. He gasped comically and held my left hand back to take a better look. "What is this? A wedding band? Bellisima, do not break my old heart and tell me you are no longer on the market," he joked. Antonio hadn't changed one little bit.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but..."

"Congratulations, mia Bella," he said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. He whispered in my ear something that surprised me. "Your papa would be pleased to see you so happy."

I stiffened. Up until now he had called me Bellisima or Bella but I thought it only in the Italian way. Instead, this man remembered me. "How did you..."

His eyes softened seeing my surprise. I hadn't schooled my reaction. I had just given him conformation of who I was. "How could I forget my first love? I knew it was you the moment I looked into your eyes."

I felt my own eyes begin to water. "Tony." I used the name I had called him before, but my voice broke.

He patted my face lightly, brushing away the tears that had fallen and shushing me at the same time. "Your secrets, whatever they may be, are safe with me. Just as your papa's were with mine."

I didn't know what else to say so I gave him a shaky, "Thank you." It was nice having someone else know it was me. It was dangerous but there was no other mortal I would trust with my life more than Tony.

"My pleasure, my dove," he said using his old name for me. "Now, dry those beautiful eyes of yours." He handed me a handkerchief and I wiped delicately beneath my eyes. "There. I shall show you where your agents are."

I had to laugh at him. "You are far too observant old man," I said, linking my arm through his.

He patted my hand. "I am only 5 years older than you, must I remind you?" he said quietly before speaking louder as he approached the table. "You must bring your husband to see me. I must make sure he is good enough for you. I shall bring you your wine." He pulled out my chair and left me there.

"Gentlemen," I greeted the two detectives.

The detective on my right, Johnson, rose quickly out of his seat while the other simply stared at me with a frown. Well, at least one of them was acting like a gentleman.

"It appears that congratulations are in order," Johnson said, almost shyly. "I didn't even know that you were seeing someone," he added mostly to himself as he sat down. I knew that he had a thing for me and I had used it to my advantage.

I decided to pretend as if I didn't hear the last remark. "Yes, thank you." I smiled up at the waiter who appeared almost immediately.

Tony had apparently told them to make sure that our table was served first. As I looked around the restaurant, I saw that there were very few people in the restaurant; none in our immediate area. "I'll have the chicken Marsala, please and a Caesar salad."

Antonio suddenly appeared at my side, much to the dismay of detective Taylor who had just opened his mouth to speak. "Here you are, my darling. Our best red wine."

I gave Tony a grateful smile. "Antonio, bless you." He returned my smile and then retreated back to his usual task of yelling at his cooks.

"I have to say it comes as a bit of a surprise," Taylor said gruffly, drawing my attention away from Tony.

"You find it surprising that I can attract a man?" I asked, raising an eyebrow,

"No, just that you'd want to settle down," he said with a sarcastic smirk. I could read between the lines.

"Or that a man would want to settle down with me? Is that what you're saying, Detective Taylor?"

The Older man didn't say anything. I knew how he worked. I'd been working with these same two men for the last two years; although the sight of Taylor usually made me furious. He thought that he was smarter than me, wiser than me. And in all honesty, I had let him think it for a while. It kept him out of my hair; now, it was an annoyance.

I straightened my shoulders and gave him a severe look. "He understands my situation and always has been there for me. Now enough small talk. Let's just get down to why you called me on my honeymoon."

"Well, Miss Masen," Detective Johnson spoke in his soft, lilting voice. I smiled at the use of my false name. He was waiting for me to give him my married name. When I gave him none, he continued. "We were alerted late last night to another murder," he finished the last word in a whisper looking around him to see if anyone was there. I saw him turn pale when the waiter appeared at that precise moment with our food.

"I see," I said with a sarnie smile as I waited for the waiter to leave. "And the problem is? I thought you understood the plan." I cut into the chicken and took a small bite. It tasted wonderfully moist, my sensitive taste-buds picked up on every layer of flavor down to the amount of salt that they had used. I closed my eyes to just savor for a moment.

"I'm afraid that things are getting a bit more complicated," Detective Taylor said.

My eyes popped open and I quirked a brow at him. "How is it getting complicated, Detective? I track them down. I kill them. End of story."

Detective Johnson looked frantically around to make sure no one heard me. I knew they hadn't, so I found his reaction slightly comical. Detective Taylor on the other hand shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Him being the higher ranking detective would mean he would have more to do with the officials than poor Johnson.

"I see," I said putting down my fork and looking at him with a smirk. "Are they starting to pressure you, your superiors?" He looked up at me in surprise. The smirk on my face grew slightly. "Wondering how this string of murders just keeps happening?" I said the last three words in a sing song voice.

I picked up my wine glass and took another drink. I needed to get a bottle of this from Tony before I left. It was fantastic. "They're all on the pad, you know. Clear up to the Mayor. Always have been."

"There is no way that the mayor..." Detective Johnson interrupted disbelievingly.

I had to smile at the young man. To be young and naive again. I didn't want to destroy his outlook completely. "Even if he isn't, I guarantee they have most of his staff in their pocket. In this world, you're only as good as your defenses let you be."

My tone was a bit lecturing, but honestly these men were thick. "I thought you would have known that by now," I said in mock reproach. I received a smile for my efforts. I honestly liked Johnson.

Taylor coughed. "We just thought that maybe it's time for a change of plan, it's been two years. It's getting harder to explain ourselves."

I scoffed and took another bite of chicken and pasta. "That's not really my problem is it? You just need to be more convincing." I turned my smile on Detective Johnson. "I'm sure Johnson here could be convincing. Couldn't you?"

He blushed and I had to stop breathing for minute to fight the blood-lust that hit me. "Well, ma'am," he murmured embarrassed.

"Maybe you need to forget about this whole plan of yours," Taylor said angrily.

I put my fork down slowly and turned toward the surly man. I gave him what my sister-in-law would title a look that could kill. I needed to remind Detective Taylor who it was he was speaking to apparently.

"Listen, Detective. I'm doing you a favor here. I get rid of the big bad men and you keep your noses clean and your families out of harms way. All you have to do is make sure these murder cases," I sneered the word back at him. "never get solved. That was the deal. If you can't keep your end of the deal... I guess I no longer have to keep mine. I hope you're loved ones know what you just unleashed. Good bye, gentlemen. I think we're done here." I collected my bag and stood to leave.

"You don't want to walk away from me, Miss Masen. I can cause you a lot of trouble," Taylor called after me. I stopped in my tracks. I clamped my teeth together as I fought with my instincts.

I walked back over the table slowly. I was fighting the rage that was building inside of me. Every last cell in me was telling me to just kill the asshole. The last thing I wanted or needed was for my eyes to change color in the middle of the restaurant or to kill a man with this many witnesses. Too much collateral damage, too many innocents around. He wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth the guilt I would feel, but surely I could scare him a little.

I leaned down across the table and got right in Taylor's face. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear, Detective. You. Don't. Control. Me. I'm not one of your officers. These men are monsters. And I will stop them with or without you," I spoke low and menacingly.

I felt the shift in my eyes as they took on the animal like look that happens when rage takes over. My vision began to take on a reddish tint so I knew that I would be a frightening sight. I saw the fear register in Taylor's face and I smiled slightly at it, though it probably came across more like a snarl. He was lucky. Usually those who saw me like this didn't live to tell the tale.

"Think about double crossing me again, and I guarantee you will regret it."

I had just stepped foot out of the doors when my father's old Rolls Royce pulled up to the door. I walked over to the passenger side with the valet scurrying after me to open the door. I sunk down into the beautiful leather seats and leaned over to give my driver a sound kiss.

"Mmmm..." he hummed against my lips. "Best idea my sister ever had."

I smiled against him and kissed him chastely once more and then sat back. He shifted and pulled away from the restaurant. "Speaking of, where is she?" I looked into the back seat to make sure she wasn't there. "I'm surprised she didn't force you to bring her."

"She forced me to drop her off." I quirked my eyebrows. "She's shopping. Where else?"

I nodded in understanding. "Of course."

He reached over the gearshift and picked up my hand. "I'm supposed to take you back to the hotel to meet her."

I looked over at him again. "Is everything okay?"

He scrunched up his face, "I'm not sure. She had a vision right before she and Jasper took off."

"You didn't see it?" It was quiet odd that my mind reader of a husband missed someone's thoughts, someone other than me that is.

"No," he growled lightly, clearly agitated. "I wasn't focusing on what she was doing and by the time that I realized she was having a vision, she was already saying the alphabet backwards in Finish."

I laughed at his outraged tone and he scowled at me before joining in on the laughter.

"Oh, good you're back." Alice pounced on me as soon as we returned. Jasper sat lounging in the chair with his feet up flipping through the pages of a book. "Go and put this on." She shoved a stack of clothes at me.

"What's the occasion?" I asked with a bemused chuckle.

"Tonight's the night," Alice said cryptically.

But I knew exactly what she was talking about. I had been waiting for a time when she would give me the green light; waiting for my window of opportunity. It was time to take down the grand master, the leader. Aro.

"Hurry, we don't have much time. Jasper and I are going with you and Edward. You'll need our help to distract and incapacitate the guards."

"How did you...oh, never mind."

I went into the bathroom and quickly surveyed what it was that she had shoved into my hands. The shirt was reminiscent of something that I had seen in my mothers closet. It was the top of her best black dress. This was just a shirt though. With a sweetheart neckline and a single strap that came around my neck.

I turned my attention to the bottom half of what I would be wearing. They were skin tight black leather pants. The fit me like a glove and fit low on my hips. A thin sliver of skin was exposed where my shirt stopped and my pants began. I wondered what shoes I would be wearing when I noticed a pair of black boots sitting right next to the toilet. I chuckled at Alice's foresight. But then again, she was Alice.

Once I was dressed, I turned to look at myself in the full length mirror. I looked damn good if I had to say so myself. I looked ready for battle. I opened my toiletry bag and slipped my knife into my boot.

"Bella?" Edward asked, knocking lightly at the bathroom door before opening it.

"I'm nervous," I stated simply, not taking my eyes from my face in the mirror. "I know it sounds silly. After everything I've done, now I'm nervous." I scoffed and bowed my head.

He took me by the shoulders and rubbed my arms lightly. I sighed and leaned back into his chest as he twined his fingers with mine and rested his chin on my shoulder.

"You're not being silly. This one means the most. Of course you're nervous." I nodded, agreeing with everything that he said. "We don't have to do this. We can walk away right now," he offered. I knew that he was saying that he wouldn't judge me no matter what I had decide. He had understood my need for vengeance but he would understand if I just wanted to walk away.

"No," I answered firmly. "I need to do this; for my family." I thought of my mother, and father and brother. The looks on all of their faces. I spun around to face him, still holding his hands. "For us." I gave his fingers a squeeze. He returned the pressure and gave a nod of understanding.

I realized why Alice had said that today was the day. The only inhabitants of the large house were five men. Four of them guards. I wondered briefly where the rest of the family was, but only for curiosity's sake. They were no threat; they would be left alone. I waited by the fence that surrounded the house as Alice, Jasper and Edward prepared to take care of the guards.

"We'll get the guards out of your way. Be careful. Come back to me," Edward whispered.

I gave him a sound kiss on the lips. "I always am and I always will."

With that, they were gone. I listened as I heard the guards notice they were not alone and started to draw their weapons. They would be leading all four men to the west side of the property while I snuck into the east, where I knew the private quarters were. After a little bit of searching, I managed to find a open window.

Hoisting myself up and into the old bedroom was like stepping back into the past. Ironic that the one place I could enter the house on this side of the building would be my old room. Nothing had changed with the exception of every thing's impeccable shine. You would think that this place hadn't been touched in twenty years.

The bed was made just as Heidi, our maid, always had it done. My clothes were still hanging in the closets. My pictures still in their frames. I took inventory of the room again. All of my pictures but the ones of my father were still visible. In fact, he was absent from every one of the pictures on display. What had they done with them?

I looked through he dresser drawers searching for the missing pictures. Finally finding them at the bottom of my sock drawer. I pulled the small stack out. On top was our very last family photo. It was taken on my twenty-first birthday on the steps of our house. The next was of my father dancing with me at my graduation. He was smiling down at me and I was looking up at him as if he were my whole world. And he had been.

Then Aro had taken him away from me.

"What the devil is going on?" Aro's gruff voice from the hall distracted me from my memories.

I slipped the rest of the pictures into my back pocket. He moved at a slower pace then I remembered and there was an added click of a cane hitting the hardwood floor along with his heavy footsteps. I pressed myself against the wall next to the door to remain unseen. As soon as I heard him turn the corner out of sight, I hastened down the hallway to where I knew his office was located. I closed the door only part of the way behind me.

A large mahogany desk took up most of the room. Two red swing-back chairs sat facing it and a large black leather office chair sat behind it. This room was also very familiar. I walked over and ran my fingers over the books behind the desk and spun the chair around to sit. Now it was a waiting game. A silver picture frame sitting face down on the desk caught my eyes. I leaned forward in the chair and picked it up.

It was an image that I recognized immediately. It was taken on my sixteenth birthday. Aro was in the center of the picture and I was on his left while my mother was on his right. Both of us had leaned in to kiss his cheek at the same time. I remembered my father laughing while taking the picture. It was a time of happiness and joy.

A time that was torn from me by the same man in that picture. The same man in this house. The same man that killed my entire family.

I heard the clicking of Aro's cane as he made his way back toward his office, muttering curses about useless bodyguards. I knew the moment that he realized that things weren't as he left them. I could hear his footsteps stop immediately. His breath hitched and began to come out in more labored pants. I spun around so that the back of the chair would be facing the door.

I heard each distinct creak of the hinges as he opened the door.

"What in the," he started as I spun around to reveal myself. "Isabella?" he asked in a breathy voice.

"Surprised, Uncle?" I asked, already knowing the answer, because in his eyes was the reflection of pure fear and I reveled in it.

End notes: dun dun dun duh...lol...Well let me know what you think. I know many of you want to know what happened to Bella to get her to here and you'll find out the next chapter. So drop me a line and you may get a sneak peek.