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~Bella was kidnapped by Boss for the second time. Edward had departed from the hospital only thirty minutes after Bella has been taken away.

Chapter 18

Edward's POV

I turned around ever so carefully to come face to face with someone I formerly addressed as my best friend. Someone I thought I could count on. Someone I told all my secrets to – yes, even the one about my loving Bella. And now everything has fallen in to place perfectly. I couldn't believe I hadn't put this together before. But mind you that, he was my best friend. Blinded from friendship.

Jasper's parents never seemed rich. Yes, they had a grand home with multiple vehicles and luxurious furniture… okay, maybe his parents do seem rich. But I've noticed how Jasper is the one usually buying his things and when you ask him who paid, he would usually say that it was his parents. But what teenager in their right mind would want to say that their parents was the one paying for all your nice things. Wouldn't you want to show off and say that the money you used was yours and you worked for it? But now, now you can see why Jasper said that his parents bought him nice motorcycles practically every week.

He wanted to hide the fact that how he paid for it was very unfair and disgusting. He wouldn't want to tell me that he was in charge of some sort of whorehouse full of hookers and strippers and that he has a share in the money that they make. It's revolting, it really is. To know that you are getting your money from someone else who has to literally do the 'dirty work'? How humiliating. Jasper is no longer considered a friend of mine. Blackmailing me over the phone and let alone kidnapping Bella and making her do who knows what! My mind was really starting to hurt.

I observed Jasper take the phone away from his ear. He looked at me with devilish eyes and laughed devilishly.

Jasper did not have a British accent.

"You are so gullible." I watched him laugh at his little remark.

All I could do was think about how much I wanted to smash his face in and tear out eyes. That mother fucker. I stayed calm.

"Where's Bella?" It felt like the millionth time I had asked this question.

"I escaped that pathetic little jail this town has. It wasn't hard, I must tell you. Stupid Chief left his keys in the lock. Rookie mistake." He shook his head, chuckling at the same time.

"Where's my Bella?" I spat through my teeth.

"Oh so she's your Bella, now? For the past few weeks, she's been mine." He emphasized.

"She'll never be yours!" I growled, taking a step forward, ready to punch him square in the jaw.

"I'm much better for her than you'll ever be." He muttered, angering me even more.

"Oh so kidnapping her, raping her and beating her to death makes you better than me? And since when did you ever like her?" I blubbered, curiosity was starting to overpower the bitter rage that was building up inside me.

"Ever since I met her when we were all just children. But you have always seemed more close to her than I have ever been. You were her best friend. I was just a friend that came around once in a while. And I never raped her." His expression became very fierce and serious. "Nor have I ever beaten her."

"That's not what she told me." I murmured under my breath.

He must have overhead my sassy remark because he jumped right for throat and strangled me. I used my hands pushed him away and he landed with a loud thud against the door. I stood up, gasping for air as I tried to recuperate from the strangling. He got up on his two feet but made no movement to harm me again.

"What has she told you?!" He yelled.

"I thought you would be watching." I implied.

He face suddenly became emotionless. "There was no microphone…" I heard him whisper.

"So it was you! You are the one blackmailing me! Tormenting Bella! Do you know how much you have traumatized her? She'll never love you, Jasper! She won't ever!" My voice was straining and at some point it cracked when I said 'She'll never love you.'

Jasper's hand swiftly reached into his pocket and took out a black metal object with a silvery edge to it. And he held it like a defense weapon.

It was a knife.

"She loves me. She just doesn't know it. And now, since you didn't obey my demands, you'll have to suffer." He sneered and lunged right for me with the silvery object placed firmly in his grasp.

I dodged and took a hold of his right hand that was holding the knife and pinned it behind is back. He kicked me right in the groin and I buckled but I didn't let my guard down. I grabbed his left leg and pulled it towards me, making him flip forwards in result. It was a traumatic event but it was real.

The knife slid out of his hands and made its way all the way to the kitchen where it landed in the pile of smeared blood all over the floor. It was at that instant that I remembered the gun. While Jasper was still trying to recover from his face plant, I reached for the gun that was on the floor and held it tightly in both of my hands – aiming directly at Jasper's face. I had no intention to shoot.

Jasper got on both of his feet and saw the knife on the floor. But he also notice the black metal gun pointed directly between his nose and that's when he froze on the spot. His eyes looked pleadingly into mine but I held not pity for him.

"No, Edward, please. I know you're not like this." He started to beg.

I shook my hand – it was my turn to laugh.

"What makes you think I won't?" I said, snarky.

"Because I'm your friend?" He shrugged, and I positioned my hand near the trigger.

"Hah. That ship had sailed away long ago, old pal." I frowned as I looked at him.

"I can take you to Bella!" He shrieked, as he saw that my index finger was fidgeting around with the trigger.

"Why would you take me to Bella?" I let the gun fall a little, so it was aimed at his torso.

"Because I don't want to die…" He whispered so low I couldn't hear. And I made out that I didn't either.

"What?" I asked.

"Because I'm not in charge, I'm just a worker." His voice cracked.

"A worker?" I growled. "Then who the fuck is in charge of that place?"

"Charlie Swan."