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WARNING: This chapter contain torture. Please don't proceed if you are sensitive about this topic.

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Terms:

Borgata: Family. The basic structural unit of the Mafia society.

Hit: An assigned murder

Snitch: Traitor to the underworld

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

BPOV

Finding a dead body in our garden had to be the biggest contributor to the memories I had flooding into my mind. I could remember most of what had happened during and after the accident. The most significant of it all was the incident in the hospital while I was slipping in and out of consciousness. Nobody other than me knew what had been said there; however, the very familiar voice and harsh words came crashing to me like tidal waves.

'Why didn't you just die? You should have been dead, you bitch! Why couldn't you just have been crushed with that fucking car? I hate you!'

It was not a hallucination; someone had actually said those words to me. The medications that had been coursing through me weren't strong enough to conjure an image of her hovering over me on my bed, whispering those vile words. If I would've hallucinated someone's voice or presence, I'm sure it would have been Edward or Rose or even Emmett, but definitely not her. I didn't think about her enough for her to be in my subconscious. I had plenty of reasons to believe now that Leah was responsible for my car wreck. I'm quite positive, the dead body lying stiff and decomposing in our garden was also her handy work.

Realization hit me just as I had stepped away from my hidden door. Leah was one of the four people that knew about where the door was. I had learned about the door unintentionally from my father. He had been talking to Emmett about something and mentioned a door that was nestled under the thick vines of our wall. It peaked my curiosity so I went and looked for it myself as soon as I had the chance. Just like he said, it was there, concealed, but ready for my use.

Leah had only been privy to that information because I thought at that time, that I had no other choice. I needed to sneak out of our house to attend another one of those wild parties I was planning to attend. Unfortunately for me, she was there that night because of a sleep over or something arranged by my father. She found out what I had planned and coerced me into bringing her. It was the only reason why she knew of the secret door and I never fathomed she would betray us this way. Our families had been friends for a very long time and that alone should have been sufficient. Now, I doubt if she ever was a friend to us.

Hours had passed since I found out that a person I had considered a friend tried to kill me, which was still difficult to accept. If I hadn't heard her say she wished I would die, I wouldn't have believed it myself. I would never have suspected Leah was capable of doing all of this.

Had I known that our family was in the mob, I would never have told anybody about that door, not even Leah. It was my fault this was happening; I was the only one to blame.

In the hours since we left the mansion, I told Edward everything I knew so he understood what was happening. His profile as he drove my Mercedes was notably calm, but knowing him, he was anything but calm. We were making our way to the secluded area called 'the cave', where the most important business transactions were made.

Sam and Paul tracked Leah down within an hour after I had told them of my revelations and they were bringing her to the cave. I was wary of Jake's involvement and knowing he was already at the top of Edward's list made me even more agitated than I already was. I didn't know if they brought Jake in as well, since Edward hadn't mentioned it. I hoped for Jake's sake that he wasn't there. I knew anything that concerned Jacob and me would send Edward into a rage. God help him if he was in anyway involved with my accident, because no one would be able to contain Edward's fury.

Edward was unusually quiet. I snuck a peek at him and his expression was still unreadable. He was concentrating on the road, but he was gritting his teeth so hard I knew it was the calm before the storm. His anger on Leah escalated when I told him what I remembered from the hospital. In his own words- "She was lucky she wasn't stupid enough to have touched you then or her death would be much worse than it is already going to be!"

I had a feeling that maybe Edward was right to be cautious around Jacob. He was in fact the Big boss of the Cullen Borgata, so incidents like this were not something to be ignored. His insights and decisions were part of what made the Cullen Family one of the most impenetrable units. If only Emmett would learn more from Edward.

I studied Edward as he maneuvered the car easily through traffic. His frown was pronounced and I wanted to reach out and touch his face, possibly try to calm him down a little. Before I reached out to him, he turned his gaze to me and smiled softly. He took my left hand and intertwined his fingers with mine before raising my hand for a kiss.

I immediately relaxed as I watched him. He was often the cause of my anger or frustration but he was also the one who could soothe and calm my jumbled nerves. We may have been back together a short time but his presence had already made a huge difference in my demeanor. He was my rock and I knew he always would be.

When we were a few minutes away from 'the cave', Rose called me to let me know she was on her way and I wondered if she was actually already there waiting for us. Rose was a force to be reckoned with when it came to my protection. We were family. There was nothing she wouldn't do for me and that included taking out anyone who posed a threat to me. I almost felt sorry for Leah. She had two of the most lethal people in the mafia after her head and there was no chance she would be walking out of this alive.

Neither Edward nor Rose would allow it.

We left our mansion three hours ago and stopped by to see Emmett in his office right before heading to 'the cave'. He. Was. Livid. Aside from the information I gave him on Leah, he was also furious about the body that had been deposited in our garden. We had discovered that the identity of the body was Joe, the man we had been looking for because of his involvement in my car crash. Amun and Benjamin were left to increase security at the mansion because it had been breached. Emmett must have forgotten about the door or he was just stupid enough to leave it unmonitored. This was something I would be discussing with my brother once this entire debacle had been dealt with.

Sam called earlier to discuss something with Edward. It was Emmett's decision to direct all security information to Edward. I didn't know if I should be upset about that or not, but I was not happy when I found out. I felt like I should be informed too, but I tried not to let it get to me. I would remember to discuss this with Edward after we dealt with Leah.

What the fuck should I do with her? I knew if it was up to Edward, Leah would die the moment we stepped inside the building. But she was a friend once, or was she? Maybe I was still naïve. I was completely unprepared for this kind of situation. I was used to loyalty in the Mafia; I never had to deal with deception before. I wasn't aware of my father or Emmett ever having to order a hit on a friend; or maybe it was kept a secret from me like so many other things.

My plan on dealing with Leah was nonexistent. She had been a friend for so long, but I couldn't let her get away with this. I needed to see her face and let her explain herself. Maybe then I could understand her hatred for me. It didn't mean I wasn't angry at her, I was livid for God's sake, but I felt an explanation was warranted. I would demand that of her if it was the last thing I would do.

In the mafia, women were held with high regards and usually weren't touched. However, when they weren't innocent then that was another thing. Leah was the culprit here and she had already gotten away with too much. However, I would make sure she paid for this – with her life no less. Tit for tat, bitch!

I scowled at nothing in particular as I thought of all she had done to me. How dare she? How dare she think she had the right to play with my life? She almost took me away from Edward and that alone signed her death warrant. My anger escalated so fast that I was unaware of how hard I was gripping Edward's hand until he groaned out loud.

"Sorry, babe," I said apologetically and loosened my grip on him, but he didn't allow me to release his hand. He just gave me a smile and tugged my hand, as he changed gears.

The silence in the car was soon broken when he turned his head to face me, his expression reassuring but determined.

"Bella," he started. "I'm going to take care of this," he said, as I shook my head at him. He knew better than to supersede my decision, especially since I was the one who was the target. I couldn't, and wouldn't, allow him to take that right from me. There was too much at stake for me to just let him do that. I sighed heavily thinking about everything that had happened. I was confused, but knew I had to fight my own battles. My father and brother had been doing it for as long as I knew, and I just went with it with no questions asked. Now that I was married, I didn't want my husband to do the same. I wanted him to have faith in me to do what I knew was best for myself – him included.

"No, Edward, we'll both take care of this. You have to trust me." I told him, holding his gaze. He didn't respond and looked ahead onto the road. I would do this my way… whether he agreed or not.

"You can't do anything to Jake until we know he's involved," I informed him. He and my brother weren't on the same page about Jacob, and it wouldn't help their already strained relationship if Edward pushed this issue now.

He didn't respond but he snorted. It was his way of saying 'dream on'. He was so goddamn stubborn! I decided not to push the issue though, because if I were in his shoes and I thought somebody wanted to hurt my husband, I would definitely hold nothing back in ensuring that person would suffer. I kind of understood where he was coming from.

After giving a couple more directions towards the cave, we reached the small building without much glitch. I was sure he had different plots in his mind on how he would make Leah and Jacob suffer, but this was my battle and I would fight it as I saw fit.

Just as we got out of the car, two black SUVs screeched to a halt just a couple of feet away from my car. Our men, who looked menacing, synchronically stepped out of the big cars. I guessed this whole scene looked like something in a movie where a group was getting ready to go to battle. It was a good thing we were in a private property owned by my family, or the neighbors would surely be suspicious of all the guns carried around by our men. We'd all be in jail in no time.

Suddenly, a loud screech was heard and you could instantly smell the burn of the rubber from the tires. It was Rosalie's red ostentatious BMW. It was gorgeous and I was unbelievably jealous, not because of the car, but because she was alone. Unlike me, Rosalie didn't allow Emmett to bully her into bringing her own personal bodyguard. She insisted she could defend herself, but I had on good authority she had at least one person trailing her everywhere she went, as well as her car being bullet-proofed. If only I had it that easy.

Just like a seasoned model, she slid out of her car with grace and walked towards us confidently. She could have been a model for Victoria's Secret but instead chose to be in the mob. I never had that choice since I was born into this life. She however, did. I supposed Emmett and I had a lot to do with her choice to stay in this kind of life. Or maybe she just enjoyed every thing that came with it - the danger, the power, and not to mention the money.

She had on a scowl as she sexily made her way towards us. Now, I had another hotheaded person to deal with. I knew she was pissed, just like everybody else. How could I handle an angry Edward and a pissed off Rose? I wished Em would arrive soon, but on the other hand, having my brother here would just be adding another angry person.

Facing Edward again, I tugged on his hand to get his attention. "Mase, I need you to trust me on this. Please let me handle this first." His brows furrowed then he ran his hand through his hair. I knew he was deliberating on what to do, but before I allowed him to make a decision, I bribed him. "I promise, I'll make it up to you!" He raised his brow, and I knew I got him. I thought all was okay, when he spun me around as I turned towards Rose.

"I'll give you time for this," he warned. "But if I don't like the outcome, I'll intercede." His voice was commanding, and I knew better than to fight with him when he was like this. At least he was giving me what I wanted – and that was to deal with Leah myself.

Rose and I walked forward to the entrance with Edward following close behind. My heart was hammering against my chest, from the sheer uncertainty of what was ahead. This was harder than dancing almost half naked in front of a room full of drunken men. In this business, there were only a few loyal friends who wouldn't snitch on you, or would try to kill you. This was a very good example of it.

The building was an old abandoned warehouse, used solely for situations like this. It was cold and dark, and was left like that so it wouldn't attract attention. There was an underground room that looked like a cave, hence the name 'cave'. As we strode towards the main room, we could here someone whimpering. Once we stepped in fully, there, in the middle of the almost empty living room was a solitary couch. On the couch was Leah, gagged and bound. She stared at us as we entered, her eyes hard and angry. As I looked closer, I could see the fear that she was trying to hide through her anger. Yes, bitch you should be scared.

Sam was stoically smoking behind the couch while Paul was sitting on the floor, polishing his gun on his lap. As we neared, Sam suddenly removed the cloth covering Leah's mouth. I assumed Edward was the one responsible for her being gagged.

While Leah was coughing, trying to catch her breath. I didn't know if it was from fear, or from the sheer lack of air but I didn't fucking care. I stood there and studied her.

Rose instructed our men to leave us alone with Leah. Edward must have told Mark and Seth to do the same, because when I surveyed the room, only the four of us were left. Leah was staring at me in particular with pure hatred on her face, which fueled my anger towards her.

I marched towards Leah, and pulled her hair so I was staring in her eyes. She had stumbled forward when I grabbed her, and was now kneeling in front of me. "Why?" I hissed at her. "You're my fucking friend!"

"Well, you're not mine!" she retorted. She was heaving, and her nose was flaring. I couldn't understand the kind of fury she was in right now. I was the one she aggravated, not the other way around. I could've given her points for standing up to me, even though she was totally outnumbered and totally useless because she was bound.

"You fucking ruined my life!" she yelled, as she stared at me with wide eyes. Though I was expecting her fury, I was still shocked by the venom in her words.

"What did I ever fucking do to you, Leah?"

"You fucking stole Jacob from me, you bitch!" she hissed, and tried to spit on me. I was fast so her saliva didn't land anywhere near my skin. Instead, it had landed on the floor in front of her. I heard Edward growl, as she chuckled maliciously.

"You're really a slut, Bella! Teasing two guys at the same time. Good thing one married you, and it wasn't too obvious anymore!" Her smug smirk was irritating me so I slapped her hard. Her head flew to the side with the force of the blow as saliva flew from her mouth, landing a couple feet away from her. Her face was still turned and I could see the bruise forming from my assault. That wasn't enough for me, and I started to make another move to hit her. I had raised my hand again, when I suddenly remembered my injuries. I had forgotten I was still healing; it was a good thing I didn't exert too much effort that could have affected my ribs, but if I could, I would've done more. I was seeing red, and wasn't satisfied with just the slap. I clenched my hands at my side, as my fingers dug into my skin.

"You fucking bitch!" I yelled. "I. Am. Not. A. Slut!" I was heaving with anger now. "How dare you insinuate that?" I screamed.

She was still chuckling, which was aggravating me even more. If I had a gun on me, I would have already shot her. She was fucking taunting me. Maybe she wanted just that - an easy death.

I turned around, looking for a gun. I would give her what she wanted. But when my gaze landed on Edward, he was looking at me with an expression of concern as he smoked his cigarette. The way he held the cigarette told me he was seething but he was leaving this up to me. I decided then and there that Leah would have it too easy if I pulled the trigger of a gun to her head. I wanted her to suffer - that was to be her punishment.

"You're a whore!" Leah spat, as I turned my attention back to her. She moved, maybe looking for a comfortable position. "I really don't understand what you have that makes them want you! Maybe it's your goddamn fucking pussy!"

She was really grating on my nerves, and I had had enough. Her hatred was unwarranted. I never seduced Jacob, nor did I plan to take him away from her. Up until that day when I went to NYC for my wedding gown, I never had any inkling Jacob was interested in me romantically.

Her audacity to call me on something I never planned to do just make me want to smack her again. Maybe her stupidity would fly out the window this time. I fished out my phone and sent a message to Sam that I needed him back inside now.

When he came back, he did what I instructed him to do. He tied Leah on a chair that was at the far corner of the room; her ankles tied to the chair's legs, her arms were now tied securely on her thighs facing upwards. I made him do that purposely. Leah was shouting profanities as she tried to struggle to get free, which was a futile effort. Sam didn't leave, as per instruction from Rosalie.

Now that I had Leah where I wanted her, I went forward and bent in front of her. Her eyes were full of fear but she was one stubborn bitch. Didn't want to go down without a fight. Well, this will surely be interesting.

"You know, Leah," I started. I was touching the cross pendant that had been recently given to me by Edward. "This was your fault. All your fucking fault!" I detached the cross that concealed the small knife. "If you didn't have those crazy ideas, this wouldn't happen to you. And you would eventually have had Jacob," I explained to her, as I waved the knife in her face. The look on her face when she saw the knife was fucking priceless. It was a combination of shock, fear, anger, and panic. It was my turn to laugh.

"What the fuck is that for?" she stammered. She was sweating bullets, and her hair was now flattened on her forehead.

I leaned forward and with a flick of my hand, I made a huge gash on her wrist. She shouted and I did the same on her other hand.

"You fucking whore! I'm going to fucking kill you!" she ranted. Her eyes were wide with rage, and she was shaking herself so hard in her attempt to get away from me. Her head was moving in different directions, and her hair was flying in every direction.

"You deserve this, you bitch!" I hissed. I made several more cuts on her wrists, making sure to cut deeper every time. I planned to leave her alone and let her bleed to death.

"Oh no, no….damn you!" she shouted. "You're a stupid fucking cunt! A whore but just wrapped in all the trappings money can buy! I should have killed you when I had the chance!" She was panting, moving and making the chair creak because of her movements.

I was shaking from anger by now. This was what she wanted. I would fucking punch her. But before I was able to, I heard Rosalie.

"Enough, you shit!" Rose spoke with fierceness. She slowly marched towards us from where she stood beside Edward. Her beautiful face now sported a scowl. She grabbed the knife gently from me walked over towards Leah. "Why the hell did you rig the steering wheel of the car? Was this all because of that shithead Jacob?" Rose asked, as she picked up Leah's finger. I looked intently at Rose trying to figure out what she was going to do because the position she was holding the knife in confused me.

Leah started laughing maniacally as her eyes met Rose's. "Who else would it be for? Besides, why do you think I would answer all your fucking questions now?" she asked. Rose 'tsked' her and shook her head as she placed the blade slightly under Leah's pinky-nail and began to slice forward. I closed my eyes and turned my head as Leah's screams began to echo throughout the room. I could hear her as she moved sporadically, groaned, and cried when the soft tap of her pinky nail hitting the floor reached everyone's ears. When I opened my eyes and looked towards her, the wounds were bleeding profusely, and I knew she was feeling the pain.

"Leah, we already know you spearheaded this shit! Why keep mum about your ingenuity?" I told her, coaxing her to speak. She was stupid if she thought she was a genius, but I needed to lie in order for her to open up about what happened. It seemed even crazy people weren't immune to flattery, because she started talking.

"Of course, it wasn't me who did that." We knew she didn't have any knowledge of cars, so it was definitely Joe. I narrowed my eyes at her, and she shrugged. "You know what I mean. I was lucky that Joe liked me enough to do what I asked of the car."

"Why would he do that?" I asked, curious on how she convinced him.

She frowned, and suddenly had this expression on her face that said all I needed to know. She had slept with the man in exchange for his services. "So you fucking mean you fucking cheated on Jacob just so you can get back at me? That's fucked up, Leah! I don't even love him!"

"Well, he loves you enough to use me!" she yelled. She winced because of her injuries. She was becoming pale, but she didn't seem to remember her mangled wrists and hand now that her anger was peaking. "I couldn't wait until you decide to leave that bastard-" he nodded her head in Edward's direction "- and go with Jake!"

"I would never go with Jake and you know that, Leah," I told her in a very serious tone. I couldn't believe she still thought I had any romantic interest towards Jacob, even after all the times I told her Jacob loved her. If I weren't so angry at her, I would have laughed. This shit was funny. To think I was able to be celibate because I didn't want the complications, and now she believed I could get together with Jacob. She didn't know me at all if she thinks that.

"What the hell did you do with that man? You dumped his dead body in our garden!" I screamed at her, thinking of the now stiff body of Joe.

She scoffed, as she wiggled her hands, trying to untie the ropes that held her hands together. "Joe was stupid. He was getting annoyed because I wasn't allowing him to touch me anymore," she said, without any emotion at all. I was wondering if Leah was sane, because she shifted from one emotion to another like a switch. "He was blackmailing me, and I couldn't allow him to continue doing that…so I gave him cyanide pills." Her wide smile gave me the chills. "That did the trick." She really looked liked a crazy person. She just might be. Her mind worked in a very different way from mine, and it left me baffled what she really was. She had been fucking with me all these years, and I didn't even know it.

"Where the hell did you get those?" I couldn't help ask her. She just shrugged at my question, unwilling to divulge that information. I needed to find that out, and told myself to investigate further about it.

"You're one crazy lady!" Rosalie sarcastically interjected, as she grabbed another finger. "But I guess, you know that by now…what with all the things that you did."

"Well, I have good reasons for everything," she said, her expression grim and frightened as Rose positioned the knife again. Her glassy eyes were reflecting pure hatred now. It was dark as she looked at me. "I wanted you dead, Bella!" she cried out. Rose dug the knife into her other finger, popping off the nail. Leah sobbed through the pain while she cursed insistently. When I thought she had no fight left, she turned to me with that crazy eyes and hissed, "You're a fucking nuisance to me!"

I was pacing the floor, trying to decide on what I should do next while Rose had her fun. Edward was just waiting for me, and I knew he was getting impatient. I raised my eyes from the floor I was staring at, and checked Edward out. He was still smoking, but I saw his gun peeking from his waist. I knew, somehow, he had touched it while I was talking to Leah.

"Fucking shit!" I heard Leah whine out and I smiled. She deserved this. Everything that happened today was her fault; I wouldn't allow myself to feel guilty. She was at fault, and nothing would excuse what she did. I looked back at the times she had confided in me. Stupidly, I had thought that she needed my help and my company, so I easily gave her comfort through words and reassurances. Now, I might have been blinded by the years we knew each other. She had just been using me, just like all the others and that hurt.

I was so busy with my internal musings that I didn't see Leah spit at Rose, but I definitely heard it. I turned around to see Rose's face flush and the faint traces of spit on her cheek. She wiped it quickly with the back of her hand and was stunned. Goddammit! That was the last straw for me. I walked up to where Leah was sitting and kicked her in the stomach, and she toppled backwards onto the floor, the chair going down with her. She groaned, as I knew she would. The hard wood of the chair would have hit her back hard. She was so fucking disrespectful.

Well, what do you expect from a person that wanted to kill you?

Sam pushed her chair back into a sitting position and she was facing us again. She groaned but managed to curse at me again. "You…you ssl…slut!"

At this point, it didn't fucking matter if we knew each other anymore, or that I used to considered her a friend, because now she was just somebody who was a threat to me. Before Rose could react, I quickly grabbed the knife from her and re-attached it to the rest of the pendant. I needed to free my hands for what I was about to do.

I could hear the own thumping of my heart. She needed to be taught a lesson, because from the looks of it, she hadn't learned anything yet. I braced myself to hit her, but Edward was now beside me. I didn't know what he was doing until I saw his gun. He was pointing it between her eyes. Leah gasped out loud. She didn't expect that.

"You're pushing your fucking luck," he hissed. He looked so calm, but his loud unaffected voice was also scaring me. His stance was confident, and he looked so cool and collected, but I knew he was anything but. He was just good at hiding it. He still had a cigarette on his left hand, and he took a long drag before speaking, smoke blowing out of his lips as he said the words, "Don't you fucking disrespect my wife or my sister in law! You already did so many things that would ensure you'd be six feet under! I'm sure you don't want to add to the pain of getting there."

Leah was now blinking rapidly; her face was paler than a moment ago. She was clearly afraid, which made me happy.

"Oh, my god!" she pleaded. "Please!" I watched Leah's face, and my heart clenched. I was scared that he would pull the trigger. I wanted her to suffer, but I wasn't sure if I wanted her blood on Edward's hands. I touched his arm, and he lowered his gun. He knew it wasn't time just yet.

"Why, Leah?" I asked again. She already told me, but at the back of my mind, I still couldn't quite believe it. Maybe if she explained it again, I could find it in me to finally see that this was really happening.

She started to sob, and I allowed her to cry for a while, because for some reason I pitied her. She was out of her mind. Why else would she take us on? She might not have known the Swans were in the mob, but she should have been aware that we were still dangerous. The bodyguards in our house alone would've alerted her of that. Stupid! I knew she was supposed to be put in a mental facility, but that couldn't happen anymore. She was a risk.

She stopped her sobbing, and when she was able to speak, she raised her eyes to me…snot was dripping from her nose and my stomach lurched. "I love Jacob so much! I...I thought…with you gone…I could get a better chance for him to love me back…like he does you."

"Oh, Leah," I said to her. "I don't love him that way…you know this!"

She snapped her head towards me. Her eyes enraged, even with all the tears that pooled there. Her shouts echoed through the empty room. Her hands were now red from all the blood oozing from her wounds, but she didn't seem to care. Her lips were now white. "And why the hell not? He's the best man around here." She nodded towards Edward, who was just beside me. "Or is he better in bed than Jake?" She was officially out of her mind!

"Maybe you're auctioning that fucking pussy of yours!" she yelled. "Godammit, why in the hell would they want you? You're just a fucking rich spoiled girl who doesn't have anything to offer but sucking their dicks!"

Rose stepped forward but I stopped her.

I took a long deep breath as I tried to control my raging anger, but she seemed to be on a roll.

"God, I fucking wished you died three years ago!" she raged. "You should've died in New York! You're overdose was the best thing that ever happened to you!"

That hit a nerve. I heard Edward curse and I groaned. Edward and I just got over that issue, and her mentioning it made me angrier than a while ago. "So that's how it is Leah? Those are your last words?" I asked. My vision was turning red. I was livid. I couldn't believe she said that!

I clenched my fist at my sides and any ties I had to Leah were severed. My decision was what she asked for, and I would give it to her. I wouldn't regret it. She fucking deserved everything she would be getting in the next hour.

I turned to Sam and whispered something to him. When I faced Edward and Rosalie, I told them my plans for her. They just nodded nonchalantly.

We left the room. I knew then, that he understood what it was I instructed. Edward had halted his steps to kiss me on the lips, as I sighed. We started to walk again when I heard the loud sound of Leah's wails. I closed my eyes, feeling empty. This was how it was supposed to happen. Edward ushered me out, Rosalie on our heels.

As we made our way back home, Sam called. "It's done, Bella. I'll make sure to dispose of the body properly."

I made a silent prayer for her.

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