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WARNING: This story contains mature themes and is intended for mature readers.
EDWARD CULLEN
The estate, which was upstate, had been in my family for many decades now. My great-grandfather had built it in Nineteen-twenty-four. The beauty of the estate was that it was designed with both privacy and security in mind. Five acres of land was surrounded by an electrically charged fence. The fence itself was connected to both the main power board and a separate generator. As a precaution, if the power was to ever go out, the generator automatically start and could run for approximately sixteen hours without needing to be refueled. This would be a good place to keep the girl, it was well out of the city and there would be no chance of anyone seeing her here.
I didn't feel right sedating her, but it was a task that needed to be done. We could not risk her seeing or knowing where she would be going. When the drug took hold of her, she fell limp against the seat.
Anthony repositioned her so her head was resting on his lap.
My brother had a sick sense of revenge. I personally would not have taken Charles's daughter, not in the manner in which Anthony had anyway.
Charles needed to pay, but this poor girl...It was too late to change anything now, she was in our possession, and letting her go was simply not an option. But then again, what the hell was Anthony planning on doing with her?
I watched her sleeping form resting on Anthony's lap. I watched the rise and fall of her back. I watched as Anthony continued to run his fingers through her light brown hair.
She was an attractive girl, but she was just that, a girl.
"What exactly are you planning on doing with her?" I asked.
"I can't really do anything with her now can I. She's damaged goods, and her face is all over the media," Anthony said.
Yes, the media, the NYPD, the FBI, and the list kept going. It was never ending when it came to this girl, another reason why she needed to be kept out of the city.
"Charles will do whatever he can to make sure her face stays in the public eye, you know that, Anthony."
"So we fucking kill her, dump her body on Swan's doorstep. Or I don't know, we have plenty of places to hide her underground. Someone like her, she could bring in a lot of money."
Our family, we had our hands in all sorts of dealings, some that even those in our life find questionable. My father, yes, he was involved in trafficking and his business didn't stop in New York, he branched out on an international scale.
It would not be my first choice for getting rid of the girl, but it was an option, something to consider.
After a nearly two and a half hour drive, the car came to a stop in front of the estate.
I climbed out of the car first. Anthony helped get the girl out.
I carried her up the stairs and took her into my old bedroom. Anthony pulled back the covers and I gently laid her down. My brother grabbed a pillow and put it by her side, resting her injured hand on it.
"You don't look regretful," I said, in fact, my brother looked proud of the damage he had done to the girl.
"She is Swan's daughter. She has the blood of a traitor in her. She deserves far worse, and she will receive worse than this, brother, regardless if you join in on the fun or not," my brother said, as he ran the back of his fingers along the girl's face. "I'm going to have Jasper pick up the doctor."
DINY
Dr. Capresi, was an old man in his early seventies. My father never had much patience with the man. If he weren't from my mother's side of the family, and if it weren't for her insistence, Capresi would have been gone a long time ago.
"Oh my," he gasped. "That's...That's the missing girl."
"Shut the fuck up. You're not here to talk. You can do your job in silence," Anthony said.
"My apologies, Mr. Cullen."
The doctor didn't have much of a choice but to use a makeshift splint that he propped her wrist on and bandaged up. I guess it will have to do. We don't have any of the equipment necessary to make her a proper cast or splint, we couldn't very well walk her into a clinic or an ER.
"That's the best I can do. I manipulated the bone into the right position, but without an x-ray I can't know for sure if it is correct," Capresi said, rubbing his hand over his forehead.
"If it does not heal correctly, the bone will need to be rebroken and set into place again."
"I'm sure she'll heal just fine. Thank you for answering our call doctor, especially at this late hour," I said.
On the bed, Isabella stirred. She moaned softly and shifted her body. Her eyes fluttered open gently before they went wild, almost popping out of her head.
Anthony, myself, and the doctor eyed her with caution. She lifted her body up trying to move further away from us, but without realizing what she was doing, she put her body weight on her injured hand.
"Don't do that, Isabella," Dr. Capresi said.
"You know my name," Isabella said.
"Sweetheart, I think the whole city knows your name." He smiled. Isabella looked up at him with pleading eyes. Capresi was a God fearing man. He had no problem pulling bullets out or stitching up mafiosos, but Capresi knew that this girl was an innocent party and the pity was written all over his face.
"How did this happen, your wrist I mean?" He asked her.
"Time for the doc to leave," my brother said, clapping his hands.
"Yes...of course," the doc stuttered. "But, please, if there is anything she needs I am only a phone call away."
Anthony looked at me, and I looked at him, it was a silent agreement, an understanding. Damn it, it was too cold outside to dig a grave, but the doc really had it coming.
I sat beside Isabella on the bed, but she scooted away from me as best she could.
"How are you feeling?" I asked. She said nothing. "Are you hungry?" Still she said nothing. "I expect you to answer me, Isabella. Shall we try this again?"
She stared back at me with confused eyes, her brow knitted together.
"Why do you care?" She asked, her voice so quiet it was barely audible. But she did have a point, in a way. Why did I care? She was my brother's problem and as long as he kept her hidden away and out of sight, why did I care about her well being?
"That doesn't answer my question," I said.
"I'm fine," she mumbled and lied to me.
"Where are we?" She asked, looking around at her surroundings.
"Somewhere," I said.
She sighed. She looked down at her wrapped up wrist and started chewing on the inside of her cheek. Her eyes became red and watery, but she was doing her best to keep herself in check.
I cocked my head to the left. It was light outside now, although the sun was covered by clouds and the rain hadn't stopped.
The two lamps on the bedside provided a warm glow that reflected off of her face. I could see her properly now, up close, I could see the fading bruising around her head. She looked so lost, so tiny, and so fragile.
I felt bad for the girl, but the way things were, were just the way things were.
I hadn't agreed with Anthony at the beginning. Taking Charles's daughter, it was a risky move at a time when we didn't need any more attention.
But hearing of Charles's current state, I had to hand it to my brother, he did good, Charles was a mess.
From my sources, he had moved into his office, he had started opening up old case files, looking for a link, or anything, anyone that might lead him to the person that took his daughter.
Philip Dwyer, a connection of mine in the FBI, has informed me that the NYPD have no direct evidence to connect any of us to he girl's disappearance, even though Charles insisted it is all Anthony's doing. Sam Uley is focusing the case elsewhere and Charles doesn't agree with that. He has asked the FBI for help, but they are on the same page as the NYPD.
"I need to use the bathroom," Isabella said.
I nodded, helping her off of the bed. I was surprised she let me, although I think she was too scared to refuse my help.
"Umm...Can you…" She trailed off as she stood in front of the toilet shifting from foot to foot.
"No, I can't," I said. There wasn't a chance she would be left alone here, not that she would get far if she tried to escape, but I wasn't in the mood to chase after her.
"Please," she begged. She looked mortified.
"Isabella, I'm not leaving this room. You either pee with me here or you can hop from foot to foot, I don't care," I said.
She moved around the bathroom, turning the sink on before she went about her business. She flushed the toilet. I stood with my back to her not wanting her to feel any more uncomfortable than she must already feel, but I could hear her struggling to put her pants back on.
Fuck it, I thought and before I could stop myself, I helped her pull her pants up.
"Thank you," she mumbled, her face was beet red, she looked as if she had just finished running a marathon. I thought it was attractive, a woman who could still blush, that was something I hadn't seen in a very long time. The color suited her, red suited her, it complimented her skin, it made her stand out.
"Let's get something to eat," I said.
"I'm not hungry," she said, although her stomach didn't seem to agree with her, if the noises it was making was anything to go by.
"Humor me," I challenged.
I called James and told him to run into town and bring us all back something to eat. I spoke in Italian, not wanting Isabella to understand what I was saying. I also asked James about the doc, he said Jasper and Anthony were taking care of it as we spoke.
"You're Italian," Isabella said.
"I suppose I am. But that's none of your business now is it," I said.
She hesitated, for a long moment it looked as if she was having a debate with herself. She sighed, her good hand wrinkling the sheets through her fingers and sighed again.
"Whatever you want to ask, do it already," I said.
She swallowed nervously. She looked up at me, directly in the eyes, she didn't blink.
"Why am I here?" She asked.
I found it an odd question. Hadn't Anthony told her? Was she not aware of her father's job? Or had she just never made the connection? Did she not recognize us? Did she not watch the news or read a paper?
"Mouthy little thing isn't she," my brother said. Whatever he and Jasper had done to the doctor, it looked as if they had a little more fun than they should have. His white shirt was splattered with blood and he hadn't bothered to wash his hands.
"What do you say brother, maybe we can put that mouth of hers to better use?" He smirked.
The poor little thing, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I don't know what frightened her more, Anthony's proposition or his bloodied hands and clothes?
Anthony set his eyes on her. He began unbuttoning his shirt as he stalked towards the bed where Isabella was seated on. She didn't move, she didn't even blink. She stared back at my brother, breathing deeply as if she were about to have a panic attack. Anthony crawled on the bed and moved up her body until he straddled her lap. I watched with my arms folded across my chest, as my brother proceeded to scare her.
"You've never been with a man, have you, little lamb?" He asked, trailing kisses down the side of her face. "Good, you're all mine," Anthony whispered.
"Anthony," I called out, deciding I should put the poor girl out of her misery.
"Edward wants to have fun too," he winked. "Come join us, brother."
"Go and clean yourself up," I said.
"You're no fun," he said, pouting at Isabella.
"And when you are finished. I've booked you in to see dad, he requested you."