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Chapter 6

When we arrived back at the house, Edward and Marcus were standing outside waiting for us. Edward looked furious. I guess he would be. He was used to getting his own way, with everyone doing exactly what he said. He was in for a shock, because I wasn't going to allow him to order me around like one of his minions.

I figured he would get fed up with me sooner or later and send me away. I knew my parents would probably be disgusted with my behavior, saying that I was letting the family name down, but I stopped caring about what they thought the second after they abandoned me. I mean, who hands their daughter over to a stranger and then wants nothing else to do with her? Don't they want to know that I'm okay? Don't they care?

I guess I shouldn't blame them, I really shouldn't, even though it was hard not to. I had to remind myself that this is Edward's fault. He may insist it's not, but I knew he had to be blackmailing them in some way, forcing them to go through with this. There was no other explanation. I just couldn't see my parents going through this any other way.

"End of the road," Mercedes man said, before getting out the car and going over to greet Edward. They embraced like old friends. I got the impression that maybe Mercedes wasn't one of Edward's men after all.

"Thanks Jasper," Edward said, glancing over at the car. "I owe you one."

"Don't worry about it," Jasper said, dismissing the idea with his hands. "She's a handful that one."

"Yeah," Edward laughed, but it sounded fake. "You could say that. She's somewhat of a reluctant bride."

Jasper nodded, knowingly. "Remember Ali was the same. Arranged marriages are hard for them, but she'll come around. Ali did."

"I hope so," Edward muttered, patting his shoulder as he passed him and headed towards the car.

"Don't count on it," I mumbled.

He opened the door and motioned for me to get out. When I didn't instantly move, his irritation grew. "Move."

I felt like shouting at him, telling him not to speak to me like that, but I wasn't sure how he would react. I knew it wasn't a good idea to push any more buttons right now, especially not in front of the others. I had no idea how he would react or how far he would go. A lot of the family men didn't think twice about hitting their women. My father was never like that, but that didn't mean Edward wasn't.

I got out of the car, glaring at him as I slid past him. He made no attempt to move out of my way or to make getting out of the car any easier either. Once I had moved past him, he slapped his hand across my ass hard. I let out a shriek and turned around to glare at him as the three of them chuckled.

"In the house," he ordered.

I bit my lip as my eyes watered. I wanted to scream and shout at him. How dare he put his hands on me, but I knew if I opened my mouth, I would likely breakdown and I wouldn't give him or them, the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

I turned around and hurried towards the house, slamming the front door as hard as I could to show my displeasure. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I raced up the stairs. I hated him. I hated him more than I hated anything else in the world. I wished he would drop dead.

I slammed my bedroom door and reached for the lock, only to find out it wasn't there. Someone had removed it and left a hole in its place. Asshole.

I checked the patio doors, they were locked. There was no way I was going back outside. The restroom door lock had also been removed. Just when I thought he couldn't be any bigger of an ass, he goes and proves me wrong.

I used the sleeve of my top to wipe away a few traitorous tears as Edward came walking into my bedroom. His anger didn't look as if it had dissipated any.

"You took my locks away!" I shouted. I hated that he could see me like this. Weak and a mess.

"You're lucky that is all I took away," he said exasperated.

"You had no right to take them!"

"I had every right. My house. My rules."

I huffed, folding my arms. "Yeah, well, I would be more than happy not live in your house with your rules. Just say the word."

"I'm afraid you don't have a say in that matter."

I stamped my foot in frustration.

"And while you continue to act like a child, I will continue to treat you as such," he said, pointing to the foot I had just stamped.

I huffed again. "If you're trying to make me hate you, you're doing a good job."

Edward sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm not trying to do anything. Contrary to your belief, Isabella. I don't want you to hate me, far from it, and I do have better things to do than hang around all day babysitting you. I have businesses to take care of."

"I don't need babysitting."

"No? You almost ended up in Canada today. You had no idea where you were going or probably what you were going to do once you got there. Do you have any idea how hard you make it to keep you safe when you kept acting like a spoiled brat?"

"I don't need you to keep me safe."

"Believe me, you do."

"That's where you are wrong, the only person I need to be kept safe from is you, but if you hand me my gun back I will gladly take care of that matter myself!"

"Oh, you think you're a killer now?" Edward said, cocking his eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath, "I thought I would join the club."

"The only reason that man died today was because of you!" Edward shouted, pointing his finger at me. "If you weren't such a brat, he would be finishing his shift right about now and heading home to his wife."

"You didn't need to kill him."

"Didn't I? I had no idea what you had said to him, or if he could have been trusted. It was cleaner, safer this way."

"Don't you dare put this on me!" I roared, pointing my finger at him. "I didn't tell him shit. Do you think I am that stupid?"

"Yes."

I couldn't believe that he had just said that. I walked over to him in a fit of rage and slapped his face. He caught my wrist as I pulled my hand away. "I hoped you enjoyed that because that will be the last time you ever lift your hands to me."

"Yeah?" I asked, challenging. Part of me wanted to push him. Part of me wanted him to snap. I wanted him to give me another reason to hate him.

"Yeah!" he shouted.

We both stood there in complete silence, glaring at each other. It was obvious that Edward had no intention of giving me what I wanted. He wasn't going to hit me. He eventually sighed, letting go of my wrist as he turned and left my room.

I flopped down on the bed, staring up the ceiling, willing the ground to open up and swallow me whole.