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Chapter 14

Edward kept calling my cell over and over again. His damn calls were getting in the way of my Map app, which I needed it to see where the fuck I was going. He was pissing me the hell off, to the point that I eventually got lost and answered the phone in anger. "What!?" I snapped.

"Isabella, turn that car around, right now!" Edward roared. He was pissed off too, but what did he honestly expect? He had been keeping me in the dark for weeks. I had just found out that my parents were dead via the fucking news.

"Did you know?" I snarled. "Did you fucking know that they were dead?"

"No," he said, sighing in a way that I could envision him running his hand through his hair, like he did most of the time when I stressed him out.

"But you knew they were in trouble, right!? You knew they were in fucking trouble and you never told me."

"Isabella," Edward sighed. "Please, just turn the car around and we'll talk. I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"I don't want to talk," I hissed. "My parents are dead, Edward. They are fucking dead. You had your chance to talk and you wouldn't!" I shouted, taking a right turn, hoping it would take me back to the correct road. I felt as if I was going around and around in circles, probably cause I was. He had me so wound up that I couldn't think straight.

"I know and I'm sorry. Believe me. I'm sorry."

I shook my head. I didn't believe a word he said. He was only sorry because he wanted me to come back. He wasn't actually sorry because of his choices. In fact, I bet if he was given the chance he would do everything the same way again.

"Please, Isabella. Turn the car around and come back. We'll talk."

I shook my head. "No. I'm going to New York. I have to see if they're dead for myself," I said, my voice trembling with emotion.

"You can't drive to New York," he hissed.

"I can!" I shouted, thinking, just watch me.

"You do realize it will take you about ten hours to get there? I can fly it in two. I will be there before you and I won't let you go anywhere near that house. It's not safe, not to mention the place is crawling with cops. Come on, Isabella. Use your common sense."

I shook my head, my eyes filling with tears. A sob wracked free from my chest. I wouldn't let him stop me. I was going to New York, whether he liked it or not.

"You shouldn't even be driving," he muttered. "You're gonna end up getting yourself killed. Please, Isabella. Just pull the car over. I'll come and get you."

"I don't want you to come and get me!" I screamed. "I don't want you anywhere near me. You knew. You fucking knew and you let it happen." I slammed my hands against the steering wheel in frustration. He made me so fucking angry. They all did. They all knew and they did nothing to stop it.

Edward sighed. "Please, just let me explain."

"There is nothing to explain. Go fuck yourself, Ed-"

I heard the horn blast too late. I had run a red light at an intersection, pulling out in front of oncoming traffic. I slammed on the brakes in a fit of panic and screamed as I t-boned the right side of a car. My car then spun around slamming my driver's side into a second car. My head banged off the steering wheel and the side window, making my vision blur and my head throb. I could feel something warm trickling down my face.

"Isabella, Isabella," I was faintly aware of Edward calling out my name as I tried to regain my senses, but the more I tried to focus the worse everything seemed to become. I grunted as I tried to unfasten my seatbelt, but it was jammed, restricting my movements. I think I blacked out after that because the next thing I knew Edward was opening the passenger side door. "Are you okay?" he asked, worried. He gently touched the side of my head, wincing a little. "That's going to need stitches. Does it hurt anywhere else?" He asked, leaning into the car, trying to unfasten my seatbelt.

"No," I groaned.

"Marcus, give me your knife," Edward said, reaching out of the car. He cut me free seconds later and put the knife in his pocket, lifting me into his arms. I cradled my head into his neck, wincing a little. "I wish you had listened to me," Edward mumbled.

"And I wish you had told me," I replied.

We never spoke again as he carried me to a car parked behind the one I had totaled. He lay me down in the backseat and closed the door. I heard him ordering Marcus to deal with this mess and then I zoned out.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at his house, lying on one of the sofas in the main living room. Some old man was examining my head, it hurt like hell. I tried to wave him away.

"Isabella, he's only trying to help you," Edward said, stepping into my line of sight. If I thought he had looked like shit this morning, he looked even worse now, but I refused to allow myself to feel sorry for him.

"I don't need his help," I said, batting at the old man when he tried to touch me again.

"You need stitches," the old man said, glaring at me. "Now are you going to lie still or am I going to have to get them to hold you down?"

I glared at him, but never said anything. Part of me did believe he would get someone to hold me if I refused to lie still and I wouldn't allow them to humiliate me anymore. I lay there scowling at him the entire time as he stitched up my head. When he was finished Edward dismissed him, telling him that his father would take care of the bill. Edward then came over and sat down on the sofa next to my feet. "I'm sorry."

"You've said that already," I said, pulling my legs away from him and sitting up.

"And I'll keep on saying it until you believe me."

"I wouldn't waste your breath."

"Look, I didn't know things were going to go down this way or I would never have kept it from you. Your father got into bed with the wrong people. They tried to hurt Kate and threatened to hurt you. We were only trying to keep you safe."

"If that was the case, then you should have told me. Do you know how hurtful it is to think that your own parents have abandoned you? Don't you think I would have cooperated if I had known?"

Edward sighed, looking down at his hands. "I never wanted to keep it from you, Isabella. That was your father's choice. That was part of the terms for our marriage. He planned to come and speak to you once it had all been taken care of and explain everything. I had to respect his decision."

I rolled my eyes. He was so full of crap.

"I know I fucked up by not telling you, don't think that it didn't cross my mind every time we argued, every time I saw you hurting, but I had given him my word. I don't break my word," Edward said, looking at me to make sure I was listening.

"I won't pretend to understand his choices or how he managed to get involved with the Russians and ended up putting his own family in danger. We were trying to help him sort everything out, take care of the Russians, but he had traitor in his ranks. They were always one step ahead of us. It was one of our men that got gunned down in the street with your mother and father. We were trying to keep them safe, Isabella. I'm sorry that we failed them."

I used the sleeve of my top to wipe away tears, realizing that I had maybe been too hard on Edward. He may not have made the right choices, but he wasn't completely to blame for everything that had happened. My father was. He was the one that had made the wrong business decisions. He was the one that put us all in danger.

"You said there was a traitor," I said, when I finally felt able to speak "Who?"

"Billy," Edward stated. "It has to be Billy. He's the only one who has disappeared since the shooting."

I shook my head in disbelief. Billy was my father's right-hand man. I had known him all my life. I couldn't believe that he would just turn his back on my father, on his family.

"I know it's a lot to digest-"

"Isabella!" Kate screamed, running into the room. Her eyes were red and her face puffy. She looked like she had been crying for hours. "Oh my God, you're okay." She came running over to me and grabbed me, hugging me tight before pulling away and shaking me. "Do you know you scared the crap out of me!?" She roared. "I don't know what I would have done if I lost you too. Don't you ever do anything like that to me again. Do you hear me? I could have lost you... I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you."

I pulled her back into my arms, hugging her fiercely. "It's okay, I'm okay," I assured her.

Edward slipped out the room, leaving the two of us alone to talk. I was grateful for the privacy. I realized Kate was all I had left. I didn't agree with her hiding things from me or the way she had treated me, but I was willing to move past it all because I couldn't bear to lose her. I couldn't bear to lose anyone else.