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Chapter 39

"Are you sure you want to go in there?" Edward said, putting himself between me and the room that held my sister. His eyes were begging me to change my mind. He had spent the entire flight trying to convince me not to go through with it. "Once you go in there… some things can't be unseen or unheard."

"I know that," I said, putting my hand on his chest. "I've got this, Edward. I can do it. I'm not a fragile little mouse."

"I know you're not," he said, cupping my face, his thumb gently brushing over my cheek. "After everything you have been through, you are still standing, still fighting. You are one of the strongest women I know. I just don't want to tip the scales. What if this is too much, ya know? I don't want to lose my beautiful, feisty, little brat. I've kinda become attached to her."

I leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Believe me, she isn't going anywhere."

"I hope not," he sighed. He looked at me for several more minutes as if sizing me up, looking for any sign of weakness so he could call the whole thing off. When he finally realized that I had this, he stepped aside, allowing me into the room.

Kate was being held in the cellar of one of my father's bars. When I entered the room I was hit with such a stench that led me to believe she wasn't the first person to be held here. Kate was sitting in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, with a blindfold over her eyes. I was surprised to see Liam, one of my father's men guarding her, but then I guess he wasn't my father's man now, he was Edward's.

I said nothing as I walked over to Kate and yanked the blindfold from her face. She blinked for several minutes, her eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light, before they turned to me. "Isabella," she spat, "how nice of you to come and visit your sister."

Her venom caught me off guard a little. I mean, I knew she had played her part in all of this, I wasn't stupid, but to actually see and hear the hate she held for me was another thing entirely. I glanced over at Edward, he had followed me into the cellar and closed the door behind us. He was watching me intensely. I knew he was waiting for an excuse to drag me out of here, but I couldn't give him one. I had to remain strong. No matter how much her words hurt or shocked me, I would remain strong. I wouldn't show any sign of weakness.

"I thought it was only fitting that I came to see you before you die," I said, folding my arms. "After-all, you are my last living relative." Kate glared at me, but never said anything. "Tell me, why did you do it? Why did you sell out your family?"

"You might have been related to me through blood, but you were never my family," Kate snarled. "I was never good enough for them, or you. I never measured up next to their perfect, little Isabella." I bit my tongue from screaming at her. She was lying. My parents never treated us differently, they loved us equally. She was blind if she couldn't see that, or rather, Garrett had blinded her. "I was the firstborn. New York should have been mine. It was supposed to be mine, but no, you even tried to take that away from me."

"When I overheard father and Billy talking about Edward and how he was better suited to take over New York when you were eventually married, I got angry. That right belonged to me. Garrett and I had made plans for when father stepped down, but no, you had to go and ruin it. Just like everything else. You are nothing but a poisonous, little whore."

Edward made a move toward her, but I held my hand up to stop him. I knew she was pissing him off, she was pissing me off too, but she was talking and I didn't want her to stop. I had to know everything.

"When I told Garrett about what I had overheard, he was furious with me. He blamed me. That was the first time he had ever hit me," she hissed. "He was supposed to love me, but he hit me because of you. I knew then I had to make it up to him after that. I had to get him to love me again. That was when I suggested destroying our father. We thought if he got him in too deep with Garrett's family he would have to hand his seat over to someone more capable."

"Garrett's family?" I asked, confused.

Kate laughed. "Garrett's mother is Russian. His father may have been Italian, but his mother wasn't. None of you thought to look into his family history did you? Neither did daddy dearest. When Garrett asked for my hand, all our father saw were dollar signs. Like I said, I was never his favorite. He was more than happy to hand me over. Perhaps if he had done a little digging, he would still be alive.

"After we were married, Garrett thought I was his guarantee for New York. When he found out that wasn't the case he was more than happy to go along with my plan. He set our father up with his uncles. The first few deals went well, our father got greedy, but by the time things went south he was in too deep. That was when your husband's family started meddling, trying to help him. We knew then he had to die, before the Cullens got too involved. Neither of us counted on the old bastard having a will with his name on it," Kate said, nodding towards Edward.

"Wait," I said, holding my hand up. "So you're saying that you killed them. You were behind their deaths."

Kate laughed. "We obviously didn't carry the hit out ourselves. We were at your wedding with the perfect alibi, but that's where Garrett's family came in handy."

"You knew he was going to kill our parents and you did nothing!?" I snarled. "You were responsible for their deaths and you pretended to mourn, to grieve with me. They gave you everything, and you threw their lives away like they were a piece of trash."

Kate shrugged. "You have a very rose-tinted view on how our parents were Isabella."

"No, you dumb bitch!" I roared, pointing my finger at Kate. "You let a man get under your skin and into your head. You are too fucking blind to see he used you from day one. He doesn't love you. He never has and instead of reaching out to our father, who would have helped you, you what? You had them fucking killed. You are a parasite. I came here struggling with the idea of Edward killing you, but do you know what? I won't even mourn you. No one will. You are going to die a sad, bitter, lonely, little bitch and no one is even going to remember you. No one is going to care that you are dead."

There was a knock at the basement door causing me jump. Edward opened the door, Emmett was on the other side, his face grim. "We have a situation." I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew something wasn't right.

Kate laughed. "The only one who will be dying today is you. Did you honestly think I would have let them catch me so easily? It's a trap. I'm the fucking bait and you fell for it. You and your husband are going to die and you'll be the one that no one remembers," she hissed.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had risked our lives for this. I saw red. I marched over to Liam, and grabbed his gun from the holster under his arm, I took the safety off and cocked it, aiming it at Kate. I was the one who was going to get the last fucking laugh.

"Isabella," Edward said, shocked, "put the gun down. You don't want to do that. You don't want to live with her blood on your hands." But it was too late, I had pulled the trigger. I watched as the bullet shot through her head, killing her instantly. Liam pulled the gun from my hand, and Edward turned me to face him. He searched my eyes. I think he was waiting for me to breakdown, but I wasn't going to.

"I'm okay," I reassured him.

"Good," he said, leaning in and kissing my head, "because we have to try and get you out of here, alive."