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Chapter 5

I made for the first land in sight. I was eager to get off this boat, find a cab and be on my way out of this hell hole. Not that I had a clue where I would go, as my parents no longer wanted me, and I would be too easy to find back in New York. Perhaps Kate would take me in and hide me for a few weeks until Edward had given up looking for me.

I abandoned the boat at the side of a rocky embankment, which led to a large, open field. I picked up my bags and hurried across the field, scanning the place as I went. There was a large building to my left. It looked like some sort of water plant. To the right of the plant was a bridge that led across a river. That was the way I had to go. The only problem was, there were gates at the end of the bridge and they looked like they were locked. I would have to find a way over or around them.

"Can I help you Miss?" I jumped at the sound of someone else's voice. I turned around to my right to see a stereotypical security guard walking towards me. He had a bald head, the large beer gut hanging over his trousers. He didn't look fit enough to guard anything.

"I ah," I stammered, unsure of what to say. "My boat broke down."

"Uh-uh," he said, his critical eyes examining every inch of me. "Do you realize you're trespassing?"

I shook my head. "No, I didn't, sorry. I was just trying to find a main road."

"This is Belle Isle. You ain't gonna find a main road here."

Belle Isle? Shit!

Shit! Shit! Shit!

"Let me call the authorities," he said, turning around and walking to a small cabin I hadn't noticed earlier because of the trees. "I'm sure they'll send someone over to help you find your way."

"No!" I yelled, a little too loudly. "Don't. I mean. It's okay. My, uh, boyfriend is on his way here, to pick me up."

"Uh-uh."

"If you could just let me out the gates, I'm sure I'll be able to find him." I gave him one of my cutest smiles, hoping to dazzle him into giving me what I wanted.

He studied me for several minutes as if trying to size up his options before he let out a big sigh and muttered, "fine then, follow me."

We walked over the bridge in complete silence. I had to fight the urge to rip the keys out of his hand and make a run for it. As he unlocked the gate, a black Mercedes pulled up at the bottom of the road. I warily glanced at the guard, praying it was someone he knew.

"Is that your boyfriend?" he asked, motioning towards the car.

I silently shook my head. I watched in horror as a lean man, with dark brown hair and a five o'clock shadow stepped out of the car. He was wearing an Italian suit, with his shirt unbuttoned to his chest. I could see the hint of a chain around his neck. I immediately knew he was one of Edward's associates.

The security guard warily looked at me. "Do you know this guy?"

I shook my head again.

"Afternoon," the man said as he approached the gate, his eyes fixed on me. He had a smug grin on his face that made me just want to punch him in the mouth.

"Can I help you?" the security guard asked, straightening up.

"I came to pick up the girl," he said, motioning to me.

I took a step backward.

"She says she doesn't know you."

"Her fiancé sent me."

"I don't have a fiancé," I hissed.

The security guard cautiously glanced between us both. I could tell he had no clue what to do next. "Maybe I ah," he stuttered, "should go back to the office and call the authorities."

Mercedes man reached inside his jacket and pulled out a gun, pointing it at the security guard. "Maybe you shouldn't call anyone."

"Yeah, I ah, I can do that," the guard mumbled, holding his hands up in the air.

"Isabella, come outside the gate," he said, motioning with his gun.

I shook my head.

"Isabella," he hissed. "Out of the gate. Now."

I shook my head again, taking a step backward. Maybe I could outrun him to the boat. I knew he wasn't going to shoot me or hurt me. I had no reason to fear him.

"I have been ordered to use force if necessary," he warned me.

I chose not to heed his warning. I dropped my bags, and ran back across the bridge, pushing my legs as fast as they would go, but no matter how fast I ran, it wasn't fast enough. I had just reached the edge of the bridge when I felt his hands wrap around my waist and lift me up into the air. I screamed and shouted as I fought against him, but he didn't pay me any attention. He put me over his shoulder and casually walked back to the car, only stopping once to collect my bags.

He stood me on my feet when we reached the car and opened the backdoor, motioning for me to get inside. I stood there glaring at him, refusing to cooperate.

"You know, this would go a lot easier if you stopped fighting me at every turn."

"Who said I wanted to make this easier?"

"Fair enough." He dropped my bags on the ground and put his hand on my head, pushing me down and forcing me inside. He closed the door before I had the chance to try and exit the car. Of course, I tried the handle, but it was locked.

He tossed my bags in the trunk and climbed into the driver seat. I looked out the window towards the security guard, wondering if he would call the cops after we left. I turned around at the exact moment a man walked up behind him and pointed a gun to his head, blowing his brains out. I screamed out in shock.

"That's what happens when you don't behave," Edward's voice said loud and clear.

I looked around the car, wondering where he was speaking from. Mercedes man pointed to a cell sitting on the front dash.

"I warned you not to run from me Isabella. I hope you won't make the same mistake again."

I glared at the phone, refusing to answer him. Of course, the security guard hadn't been the first person I had seen being killed. It had just taken me by surprise. Though I didn't think there was any need to kill him. Edward was merely trying to state his dominance and scare me from going against him again.

"Bring her home," Edward ordered.

"Will do," the Mercedes man replied as the line went dead.

I folded my arms, and stared out the window, sulking. There were a thousand questions I wanted to ask Mercedes man, like how the hell had he found me so soon? Even if they had been tracking me, it would still have taken them time to get onto the island to find me, but I refused to engage him in conversation. I knew he probably wouldn't answer me anyway.