A/N: Happy Easter! I hope everyone has a great weekend. I will update with the small epi tomorrow.

A big thanks to my ladies, Cristina, Tiffany, Sherry & Paige.

Sad to see this go, but looking forward to starting a new chapter with these two xx

Chapter 41

We walked along the sewer for five or ten minutes before we came upon a set of ladders. Emmett went up first to check it out and ensure it was safe, since Edward was still carrying me. When he poked his head down several minutes later he had a grin on his face. "It leads to an alley, behind the shops, across the street from the bar. It's a perfect position to ambush a few Russians."

I went up next, followed by Edward and then the other two. Emmett was right; it was the perfect location for an ambush. The Russians were currently ramming the front door to the bar, trying to get in. They had no idea that we weren't in there now. If we were going to hit them, then the time was now.

"I want you to stay here," Edward said, turning to me. "Stay hidden."

I shook my head. There was no way I was going to stay here and hide while he went out there, risking his life. "You'll need the extra gun," I argued.

"We'll manage without."

I shook my head. He was being stubborn. I could help. "I may not be a great shot, but you need my help. There are too many of them out there. I won't stay here and hide like a scared, little girl when I can be out there, helping you; unless you have forgotten it was my parents that he murdered. I deserve this."

"I won't let you get any more blood on your hands," Edward growled, a little too loud.

Emmett placed his hand on Edward's shoulder. "She's right; we could use the extra gun. She could stay behind us, only taking safe shots, but it would help. We are outnumbered."

Edward glared at Emmett and then looked at me. "I promise to stay behind you," I said, hoping he would allow me to come. "I just… please let me help. Plus, there is no point in me hiding here if you are all dead."

Edward grabbed the side of my neck and gazed sternly into my eyes. "I'm warning you Isabella. Don't make me regret this; don't try anything stupid, no heroics. You stay behind me and you do as you're told, or I will follow through on my threat." I didn't need to ask which one, my ass warmed at the thought.

I reached up and touched the side of his face. "I promise," I answered, without really thinking through the commitment that I was making.

Edward pulled me to him and held me tight against his chest as he placed a kiss on my head. He held me there for a few minutes before letting me go. Then, he began formulating a plan of attack.

We snuck around the corner and down an alleyway between the shops, positioning ourselves behind two cars. The Russians sole attention was on the bar. None of them saw us coming. They were like sitting ducks. We managed to take out half of them by the time they realized where we were.

Garrett was in the middle and his protection was slowly depleting. I knew I had promised Edward not to take any risks and stay behind him, but Garrett was right fucking there. The man responsible for murdering my parents, the man responsible for ruining my sister and stealing my fucking life, was right there in front of me.

Edward tried to grab for me the second I decided to get up, but he was left clutching at air. I was vaguely aware of him screaming my name, but the world around me just seemed to blur and fade away as I made my way to Garrett. His attention was focused on Emmett and Jasper, who were hiding behind a second car. He never saw me coming until it was too late.

I aimed for his hand, shooting the gun from it. His knee cap was next, making him fall to the ground. If any of his men were gunning for me, I wasn't aware of it. It was just Garrett and me now. I knew, or at least hoped Edward would keep me safe. I possibly didn't even care at that moment. Revenge is an awful thing. It could consume you if you let it and the moment I'd seen Garrett I welcomed it.

I kicked Garrett's gun away and stood on his knee, causing him to scream in anguish. I was proud that I had managed to hit my target. Maybe that was all I was lacking before, motivation. "Not such a big shot now, are you?" I said smiling down at him. He went to swing his good leg at me, but I shot out his other kneecap. "That's for my mother and father, you murderous bastard."

Edward came up behind me, grabbing and spinning me around. He was furious. He grabbed the gun from my hand and handed it off to one of the others. "Are you out of your fucking mind!?" he roared. "What the hell did we just discuss!?"

I looked around me, all the Russians were dead. Sirens could be heard in the distance. The cops were coming. "We have to get out of here," Emmett stated, confirming my thoughts.

Edward said nothing. He just stood there, glaring at me. If it was at all possible, I think he would have steam coming out of his ears.

"Edward," Jasper snapped. "We have to go."

"We will finish this conversation later," Edward growled, pulling me toward the alley.

"What about him?" I said, pulling back and motioning to Garrett. Sure, there was a possibility that he would bleed out, but there was also a possibility that someone would help him and he would survive. I wanted to finish him off, but before I could voice that want, Edward lifted his gun and pulled the trigger, ending Garrett's worthless life.

"That wasn't your life to take!" I shouted, but apparently that was the wrong thing to say as it only made him angrier. He grabbed my arm so tight I knew it would bruise and dragged me toward the alley. We didn't have time to argue, we had to make a run for it. Liam led us to one of my father's safe houses a few blocks away.

"Jasper, I want you to scrub all the CCTV footage and any other evidence you can get your hands on. We were never there," Edward ordered once we were safely inside, then he began to stalk toward me. I stumbled back until I hit the wall. The rest of the men seemed to divert their attention from the two of us. I think this was honestly the first time I had ever been slightly frightened of Edward.

"I'm sorry," I said, trying to go around him, but he blocked my path. "I wasn't thinking. I saw him and I just got caught-up in the moment. It won't happen again."

"You're fucking right it won't happen again. My wife shouldn't get her fucking hands dirty. That is the last time you will ever touch a gun. Do you hear me?"

"Loud and clear," I said, hoping that would be the end of it, but no. He stalked toward me, grabbed and put me over his shoulder, then carried me to one of the other rooms, which happened to be a bedroom. He sat down on the bed and put me over his knee. I squirmed, trying to fight him off. "Don't you fucking dare!" I screamed at him, panicking that he was going to spank me like a child.

"I warned you Isabella. I warned you and you didn't listen. Maybe it's a good spanking that you need. I should blame your father for not spanking you enough."

I screamed, I kicked and fought him with everything I had, but he did nothing. He held me until I had let it all out. "Feel better?" he asked. I never answered. "Now, do you want your jeans on or off? I figure it would be more painful with them on?" I wasn't going to humor him with a reply. "On, it is then."

He spanked me ten times, ten fucking times. I hated him for every slap, but for some reason I hated myself even more. I hated that I had let him down. I hated that I had broken my promise, but I didn't understand why it should matter. Garrett got what was coming to him. We were all safe.

Edward left without a word when he was finished. I knew he was seriously pissed with me, and he also had this mess to clean-up. I didn't envy him. I lay on the bed, holding myself, crying myself to sleep. Though, I wasn't sure who the tears were for. Myself? My mother and father? My sister or the lives I had taken?