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Chapter 11

"And you're sure?" Emmett nods his head as we drive down a bumpy road a few miles outside of Garrett's property.

"How long ago?" He looks at the clock on the radio and back at the road. "Shit. Okay." He hisses before tossing his phone in the backseat.

"Well?" My impatience is showing and all I want to do is grab the phone and make my own calls, but Emmett is my only way of finding her. I'd risk almost anything in the world, but not her.

"We know where she is." He grips the steering wheel, but doesn't look at me.

"And?" I already know it's bad and a million scenarios run through my mind.

Isabella dead on the side of the road. Kidnapped. Beaten. Raped.

"You aren't gonna like it."

"There hasn't been a single thing about this I've liked yet." I watch his eyes flicker to me and I promise to break all his fingers slowly for making me wait.

"Charlie found her."

"What do you mean, found her?"

"He's been in Mexico for a little while. He thought this is where you might take her. We can stop him though. She'll be safe." We.

One word tells me everything. Explains every interaction.

How the fuck have I been so blind? I should have seen it.

"Fuck!" My fist connects with the dashboard over and over until it goes numb and all I can feel is my heart speeding in my chest.

Thump thump thump thump. Over and over. Faster and faster.

"Apparently Charlie and his men were getting close. Someone tipped them off." He explains as my eyes search the road.

"One of you?" Cracks slowly form in my mind as I think about his eyes on her. Questions form and answer themselves, and with each breath I can taste the bitter flavor of venom of truth.

"I don't know." He's tense. Too tense and I can see the guilt written all over him.

"And they're all there?"

"Just Charlie right now. We have men scouting the area, but they haven't seen anything yet."

"Yet." I repeat the word, letting it echo inside my head. Letting it warn me.

"We'll be there soon. We can get her." He gives me a cautious look.

We. It repeats over and over.

"How did she get so far?" I ask, knowing she had no money when she left. I made sure of that.

"She hitched a ride as far as they can tell. They think the guy was one of Charlie's, that's how he got to her."

I punch the dashboard again thinking of the risks she took and about a man I'll have to kill for the ride. If he didn't touch her, there is no way he didn't think about. That he isn't still thinking about it.

Charlie's friend or not.

"Do we need more backup?" Emmett asks, his foot pressing harder on the gas.

"Even I'm not stupid enough to go up against the FBI." I say, not wanting to waste my time with more casualties.

"You don't know, Garrett." I don't give a shit about Garrett.

"I just need a head start. Fifteen, twenty minutes maybe." I look down at my watch. Isabella hasn't been gone but a few hours, but she's smart.

No matter what trauma the mind has suffered, instinct is always there. Her work on my case shows hers is flawless.

We drive for an hour before we reach an abandoned warehouse. The night sky outside finally gives way to rain as Emmett pulls behind one of the buildings.

I breath in, breath out. My entire body is humming with excitement I haven't felt in ages.

"She's about a five minute walk from here. Any closer and Charlie would have made us."

"You seem to know a lot about him." I narrow my eyes at him. Something about all of this is off. I could tell if he was undercover, Carlisle wouldn't have let me walk into that.

It's something though. A fascination maybe. Either way it wasn't a good decision for him.

"I know a lot about a lot of people. It's my job."

I watch a hint of a smile crack his stone face, reach for my gun and listen for the click of the safety releasing.

"We have three men around the area at a close distance. Four more about five miles out keeping watch." He informs me, not bothering to pay attention to me.

"Good. Anything else?"

"I'll be within disarming distance at all times." Emmett opens his door just as I open mine.

"I've got Charlie." I lift my gun, kissing the barrell.

"Take these." He tosses me the keys and eases his door shut.

"Hey. Emmett?"

"Yeah?" He turns and I watch as lightning pierces the sky and begin the count in my head.

Thunder cracks. Light flashes in both our eyes.

"Thank you." And I mean it, just as a bullet enters his skull before he can blink.

It takes me less than a minute to hear Charlie's voice, and even less before I spot one of Emmett's men.

I stand back, watching the way his eyes travel up Isabella's body, letting it fuel the anger inside of me.

"Anything exciting happen yet?" I ask, turning away from Isabella and sliding the knife out from my inside my boot.

"I can see why that guy wanted us to make sure he got her back." He smiles, licking his lips and the anticipation is killing me.

"Oh?"

"White shirt in the rain? I mean look at her." And I let him, one last time before I move silently behind him.

"I'll let her know you said hi." The blade slices across his skin with more ease than I imagined, and his struggle as he tries to pull away is delicious. "I would have liked to play with you, but my time is short."

Any retort is drowned by blood loss as he tries to grab at his neck. His blood is mesmerizing as it seeps through his fingers. Dark crimson against stark white.

It's an amazing sight. Watching him try to save his own life as his blood leaves his body in waves.

"It's useless, you know. I just sharpened this," I wave the knife at him. "But good on you for trying. It shows real promise."

I let him fall and turn my eyes back to her.

Even from this distance I can make out the tears in her eyes. The jab in my chest at the sight of her makes me want to grab and shake her and ask her why.

Why she pushed me.

Why she ran away so easily.

Why she frustrates me so goddamn much.

And why, even now, can she be so fucking beautiful that it physically hurts to look at her?

I can't take my eyes off her, and I don't want to.

I never do.

The memory of the first time I saw her ravages me as I try to look away, forcing me to see her.

And I do. I watch her stand in the middle of the parking lot, rain drenching every inch of her. I watch her hands lift in the air as Charlie begs her to get into the car. I smile, proud, when she refuses him.

I see who she is, what I have. I see it and I know I could lose it, and I'll fight it, but not for reasons that she wants.

Because all I want is her.

"We just need to wait." Her voice snaps me out of my rambling thoughts as the rain begins to let up. She looks so pale under the lights of Charlie's car. So small. Fragile.

"I can protect you."

"No one can protect me but him." She laughs at her father as she spreads her fingers wide, watching as the rain runs through them.

"Bella what's wrong? Why are you acting like this?" He moves away from the car, and she stiffens, making me reach for my gun.

"I'm perfectly fine, daddy!" She sings out, but even I can see the wild look on her face.

"He did this. I knew he would. I knew it." Charlie shakes his head, the pain is written all over his sad smile as he watches her.

"He's taking care of me." Isabella begins tracing over her leg and I know it's one of the many scars I've left, one that she wears with pride.

The second he sees what she's doing his eyes go wide. "You call this taking care of you?"

"Don't you blame him." She pulls her rain soaked shirt over her legs and kneels into the rocks.

"Alright, I won't blame him." I smile knowing how hard that sentence was to swallow. "You need to get in the car so we can get you some help."

"No we have to wait." She looks to the side, her eyes landing on mine, but it's gone.

That look I've always longed for, the recognition, the need. She's gone.

"You have to listen to me." I hear him, but all I can do is stare at her and watch as my own world shatter before my eyes.

"Just wait." She whispers and my fist connects with a beam as she turns from me and back to him.

"You're strong, Bella. Be strong for me. Get in the car and let me help you." He tries again, stepping closer.

"He'll be here any minute."

"It's just gonna be you and me for little bit, okay? You'll see him again though." I let the knife fall from my hand, and swallow the bile in my throat as he moves closer.

He can't have her. Broken or not.

"I'll wait on Edward."

"We can do that in the car?"

"Then he can't see me. How is he supposed to know where I am? No. I'll wait right here."

"You aren't making any sense." Charlie rubs the back of his neck as she collapses on the wet gravel water.

"I hurt him. I didn't mean to hurt him, but that girl. GOD! You can't understand what it was like seeing her." She grabs a fist full of rocks and I know she's gripping them tight enough to draw blood.

"Let's talk about it in the car." He looks around and I know he's nervous. After all, I could be hiding anywhere.

"You don't get it! I fucked up."

"That's enough. Get in the damn car before you freeze to death." He commands and she stiffens.

"If you touch me, I'll kill you." I want to laugh at her words, but I can feel the truth behind them. When I see the gun in her hand, masked by the rocks beneath it, my eyes shoot wide.

She'd kill her own father for me. To be with me.

She'd do it for us.

"Jesus Christ, Isabella." I watch the rocks go flying, smacking him in the face, but he continues forward, not seeing the gun. Instead he grabs for her, digging his fingers into her arm and making her scream out in pain.

It's in that moment that all I see is red, all I feel is my body coiling, ready for attack.

For once I don't want to kill to keep her alive.

I want to slaughter.

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