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WARNING: This chapter contains mention of rape and violence.

ANTHONY CULLEN

My father could be an irritating bastard when he wanted to be, even locked away, he still he still found a way to piss me off.

As Rosalie has suspected, they gave our father fifteen years with parole after ten.

The mighty Carlisle Cullen was to call Sing Sing his home for the next decade and a half, unless Rosalie could build a strong enough case to free him. Funny that Aro had a sudden change of mind and decided to help my sister anyway he could.

I waited for my father outside in a small courtyard located on the south side of the prison.

I didn't expect anything less, my father was who he was and regardless of where he was, he was still treated like a king.

He had his own private cell. He was sleeping on a ten thousand dollar mattress instead of cheap foam. He was eating steak and drinking Moėt. It's all about who you know, the connections you have and the information you have on people and using that information to get those people to do what you want when you want. As it just so happened, Sing Sing's director had a certain sexual preference one that my father helped him not only fulfil, but also hide from the public eye. It was the director's turn now to look after my father, after all, we wouldn't want that sort of information leaked to the press.

"Anthony, mio figlio," my father called out.

I turned in his direction, this is the first time I've seen him since the trial.

He was my father, yet he wasn't.

I had always been accustomed to seeing him as a well kept man. He was always clean shaven, always in a suit, and his hair was never out of place. It was a shock for me to see him in such a state, with stubble on his jaw, his hair, while neatly combed it wasn't his style, and his tailored suit replaced with a cheap jumpsuit.

"You look like shit," I said, hugging him and kissing him on both cheeks and his hand.

"It's good to see you too, figlio," he chuckled.

"Mom's upset with you. She threatened to go as far as to get a court order to see you," I said.

My father had made his intentions loud and clear, he had refused to allow my mother any sort of visitation. That didn't go down well at all with my mother, in fact, in all of my twenty-nine years, I have never seen her that angry.

My mother could be quite the scary individual when things didn't go her way. My father, for my whole life, I had never known him to refuse her anything.

"This is no place for her. She needs to stop with these childish antics," he said.

"She's your wife, and she misses you. What harm could it possibly do if she were to visit?"

"Your mother is pure and I will not taint her by allowing her to step into a place like this, no matter how much it pains me."

"It's not fair to her for you to make that choice," I said. It was an easy decision for him to make while he was locked behind these gates, because he couldn't see the consequences, whereas the rest of us had to see our mother in that state.

"Enough about your mother, Anthony. I only have thirty minutes with you," he said.

"Why are we out here?" I asked, readjusting my scarf, it was below freezing out here, but my father appeared as if he didn't even feel the cold.

"It is safer to talk out here, no one will be listening in," he said, pulling me by his side. With his arm around my shoulder, he leaned in close to my ear.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" My father whispered harshly.

"What are you talking about?" I said, playing dumb. But I knew better, that would not be something that would work on my father.

"Don't play this game with me, figlio, io non sono stupido," he hissed in my ear.

"What is your fucking problem," I said, pushing him off of me.

"Lower your damn voice." He pulled me back by the collar of my jacket, trapping me in a vise grip. "Your brother informed me of the girl's condition and your treatment of her."

"Don't give me this fucking bullshit, I didn't do anything you wouldn't have done yourself," I spat. He was a fucking hypocrite. If he were in my shoes, Charles's daughter and Charles himself, well they would be dead already.

"She's a child, Anthony."

"That's never stopped you before," I challenged.

"Don't take that fucking tone with me. Because of you, your mother was arrested, your sister also. You brought them into my home. They destroyed mine and your mother's home, the one place that I had kept them away from," he said, wrapping his fingers around my neck.

"I didn't do anything you, yourself would not have done. I did exactly what you taught me to do," I yelled, not giving a damn who could hear us. I got right into his face. He had no right to judge me, hell, he should be thanking me.

"You taught us, you always fucking taught us. Never let those who betray you, never let those who have crossed you go unpunished. Find their weakness, exploit it and bring them to their knees.

I did this for you, for our family. Look where you are, look where you are now all because of that traitor. A king belongs in his castle and not in trash," I said.

He let go of me, pushing me back, my shoes slipped on the ice covered ground but I caught myself well. My father looked deadly, myself, my brother and sister, had never spoken out of line to him, I had never lost my temper at him before, but he deserved it, he deserved a lot more.

"Then kill her already," he said, in a calm, yet deadly serious voice. "You've had your fun, Anthony, now get rid of her."

"Get rid of her? Kill her?" I threw my head back laughing. "Oh, mio padre, what I have planned for her, what I have planned for Charles. Death is far too easy for the pain he has brought to our family. I am not going to kill the girl or Charles, but I will watch him kill himself."

DINY

It had been several weeks now since I had been to the estate, several weeks since I hadn't seen her. Jasper and James were always with her at the estate. James gave me a daily report on her. Her wrist had healed and the cast was ready to come off. We'll see if Capresi did a good job of putting her wrist back in place or if it would need to be rebroken.

The twisted part of me wanted her to not have healed properly, only so I could have the satisfaction of breaking her bones, the satisfaction of hearing her scream and seeing her cry. But the sensible side of me knew that I needed her fit and not damaged. I had big plans for Isabella tonight, and I needed her in perfect condition. My plan for her, Charles should be receiving his special instructions right about now. I smiled at the thought, I wish I could be the one to see his face, to watch it fall and crumble into a million pieces, but I could be patient, I could wait until later.

"What the fuck are you smiling about?" Edward asked.

"I have a plan for the little lamb tonight." I smirked.

"Plan?"

I suppose it was time to let the brother in on the plan.

"I'm taking Isabella tonight," I said.

"Taking her where, Anthony?" Are you out of your mind? Do you want to risk someone seeing her?" He said, taking his eyes off of the road.

"No one will see her, give me some credit, brother."

"What the hell are you up to, Anthony?" He demanded. It's frightening at times how much Edward can sound like our father. He has the same tone, the one that left no room for arguments, that tone that demanded respect, that tone that let the enemy know there would be hell to pay if respect and order were not given. But I'm his fucking brother, his blood, and his right hand.

"I thought it would be a nice gesture if Charles were to see his daughter." I shrugged.

"And why exactly would we do that?" He asked, his tone lighter, he liked my idea.

"Because we can."

I filled Edward in on my plan, right down to the last detail. James would be the one to do it, along with Garrett because Jasper would not have the stomach to go through with it.

My brother, well he wasn't exactly sold on the idea of raping the girl. But I need this to be over and done so I could finally put her to some good work.

The estate was quiet. I stayed outside, taking out a packet of cigarettes and lighting one up. My mother would kill me if she found out I had smoked inside the estate.

Edward went inside ahead of me, but just as quickly as he disappeared inside, he came back out dragging my little lamb in tow.

From where I stood leaning against the car, she looked as pale as the snow on the ground. Her skin had no color to it and she looked as if she were hyperventilating. Her entire body was trembling.

Edward had managed to somehow calm her down, although I didn't hear what he had said to her, I wasn't close enough.

I wondered what the hell was going on? Why hadn't Jasper called me, told me about this?

I took the bags out of the trunk and followed them inside.

They were sitting in the hall room by the fireplace, Isabella on the sofa and Edward kneeling in front of her, James and Jasper stood in the doorway.

"Can you please tell me what happened?" he asked, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. It was funny to me how she didn't flinch away from his touch, she even let him hold her hand.

"Nothing," my little lamb mumbled.

"That didn't look like nothing. Come on, Isabella, tell me. Did one of them do something to you? Did they touch you?" My brother asked, motioning to Jasper and James. I waited for her answer, ready to put a hole in one of them or both if they laid a hand on her.

"No," she said.

"Then what had you trembling like that?"

"It was my fault," James said.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" I said, aiming my gun at his head.

I didn't look at Isabella, but I heard her loud gasp. She must have gripped my brother's hand pretty tight for him to let out a hiss of pain, but he didn't let go, he didn't pull his hand away.

"Anthony, put the gun away," he said, calmly.

"What did you do to her?" I ignored my brother. James was a dead man.

"He didn't do anything," Isabella said, jumping up.

I stared back her dumbfounded that she had the courage to jump up and defend James.

"He said it was his fault," I said, pressing the barrel against James skull harder.

"He didn't. He thinks it's his fault, it's not," she said, trying to move, to come to me or to James, I don't know what was going on in her head, but Edward didn't let her go.

"You're going to have to explain that o me," I said. "Or else he's as good as dead."

"No, please. We were talking, only talking. I asked him some questions and my mind…" she trailed off.

"What sort of questions did you ask him?"

"Boss," James said.

"I didn't fucking ask you to talk, I asked her a question, answer it little lamb."

"I asked him about his childhood and he asked me about mine. We talked about family and I guess, talking about mine...I haven't thought of them in a long time," she said. I was surprised by her calm, I was surprised she hadn't lost it again. I was surprised she was able to look at me and lie to my face. Talking? Talking about family doesn't cause a fucking panic attack.

"You're lying to me, little lamb and that's a very, very big no-no." I spoke to her as if she were a child, right now though that was exactly what she was acting like, a child who thinks that their lie will go unnoticed.

"I'm not," she cried. "I swear, he didn't do anything to me. We talked, all we did was talk."

"Has this ever happened before?" Edward asked, looking between James and Jasper.

"No," James said.

"Fine," I said. "We don't have time for this. Let's get that cast off." I kneeled down beside her.

"You're going to do it?"

"Don't you trust me, little lamb?" I winked up at her.

Her face was priceless, a mixture of anger and fear danced across it. She was afraid of me. Her eyes went wild when I flipped open the sharp knife. Her chest heaved up and down very fast, she looked as if she were about to have another one of those damn attacks.

Edward stood behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders, he started trailing his fingers up and down her arms.

I tightened my jaw, I saw red. I was insanely angry and my hand began to shake while I still held onto the knife.

How dare she relax into my brother's touch. How dare she lean closer to him and seek comfort. Edward was no better than me, he was every bit the monster I was, oh if only the little lamb knew.

I stared her directly in the eyes, she didn't look away from me, she didn't blink. Her bottom lip trembled. She tucked it in between her teeth, biting down.

I had no control over the groan that escaped my lips. How was it that her little and simple action affected me so?

I put the knife down without giving it a second thought. I brought my hand up to her face, she flinched just like I had expected her to.

I ran my thumb over her lip, releasing it from it's prison. She had bitten down so hard, she had made herself bleed.

I smeared her blood over her bottom lip and licked my own.

My brother eyed me with curiosity, he made no move or said no words to stop me.

With that, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought my mouth to hers. Her lips were soft and her breath warm, yet she was as solid and felt as cold as stone. She made no move as I ran my tongue over her bloodied lip and licked it clean.

I let out a feral moan, The taste of her was like nothing I've had before. She was an experience I've never had, and I wanted more of her and I hated myself for that and it made me hate her even more that she could have this effect on me.

I pulled away from her and pushed her with force into the sofa as she let out a pained cry.

"Get the fuck out of here," my brother said, angry. He couldn't be angry with me, he had no right to be. "Now," he yelled.

DINY

Edward had given James and Garrett strict orders, to make it look real without harming her. James wasn't happy about it and he had refused to have any part, at first, but persuasion can be a son of a bitch and if he and Garrett valued their lives they would do as they were told.

"lei avrà un altro attacco di panico," my brother said, avoiding speaking in English, so our little lamb would not understand.

"She'll be fine," I said.

"e se lei non è?"

"We'll deal."

Isabella was seated between my brother and me. Garrett and James were in the front.

Edward had sent Jasper to collect Charles. It would be Jasper's only job, he did not have the stomach for what was about to take place.

Isabella sat in the middle with her hands in her lap wringing her fingers together. With her head down, she sounded as if she was struggling to breathe.

"Idiota," my brother said, looking at me.

Edward put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards him. "You need to calm down, fiorella. You're going to pass out again," he said.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked.

"Don't worry about that."

"Please, tell me something, anything. Why am I here?" She said, fighting against Edward's hold. I put my hand on her thigh and her whole body immediately went stiff.

"Cazzo, non toccare la sua," my brother said.

"Fuck you," I spat.

"Questo non è una richiesta , è un ordine del cazzo , Anthony," he said with a deadly stare.

A fucking order, now he was throwing out orders. I gritted my teeth together. My fingers dug into Isabella's thigh, I knew I would leave a bruise on her skin, maybe even draw blood.

"Last warning," my brother said.

This was bullshit, him pulling this crap on me. A fucking Don my ass. It should be me in his position. I should be the one in charge, the Don, the one taking over for my father.

I removed my hand, noting the imprint my fingers had left, that was sure to bruise.

I watched my brother in complete astonishment as my anger grew to a new level of high. The way he comforted her. The way he stroked her back and her hair, and kissed the top of her head. But it was her reaction that made my blood boil to new temperatures.

How was she so accepting of him? To let herself be touched by him, innocent as the touch may be, if it were me offering it to her, she would have been a frightened mess, hell, she would have had another panic attack.

But I had to laugh at how stupid she really was, to lean on my brother like that, to accept his comfort. Between the two of us, Edward came off as the nice guy, but the truth was anything but. The difference between him and I, I didn't put on a mask, I didn't hide my fucked up ways. If Isabella only knew what my dear brother was about to walk her into...Well, she would not be as accepting of his comfort.

Edward and I had acquired this old factory warehouse about eight years ago, and since then it has come in pretty handy.

My brother had a bit of a twisted sense of humor, turning a room into what looked like an interrogation room. He did it all including the double window, which would be perfect for tonight's event, my little lamb, she would not be able to see her father, but oh the view Charles will have.

"No one is going to hurt you," my brother said.

"Why am I here then? What are you going to do to me?" She asked in one breath.

"All you have to do is go and stand in that room."

"Why? What's in that room?" She asked again.

My brother sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

"You ask a lot of questions, gattina. I'm trying to be nice here. Either you get in that fucking room or I'll put you in there myself and I don't want to do that. I don't want to hurt you, gattina, but you are making it very difficult," Edward said. He opened the door for her, gesturing for her to step in.

She was fighting a losing battle and she knew it, she had no way out.

She stepped into the empty room, my brother locked the door and trapped her inside.

"She's a fucking pain," I said.

"Where's Swan?" Edward asked.

"Jasper's bringing him in now."

My brother nodded and turned his attention to James and Garrett. He drew out his gun, flicked the safety off and pointed it at one and then the other.

"You make one fucking mistake, you hurt her physically in any way, you are both dead," he said.

"Yes boss." They said in unison.

"Oh look who we have here," I said, as Jasper appeared, dragging a blindfolded Charles along. "His clothes and everything else are back at the location," Jasper said.

Jasper had picked Charles up from Queens, he had him blindfolded and arms tied up. He drove him to a location under the bridge where he had Charles change out of his own clothes and shoes. Jasper had checked him to make sure he didn't have any devices attached to his ears, through his hair or down his pants. It wasn't the best job but it was something that needed to be done. With technology becoming more and more smaller, and with the Feds and NYPD always getting their hands on new things, we were not going to take any risks.

Jasper also left Charles's phone in the car under the bridge and had jammed it's GPS signal with a blocking device.

Jasper sat Charles down on a chair and left him. I walked up behind him and slipped his blindfold off, leaving his hands tied.

"Where's my daughter?" Charles asked.

"What, no hello, no nothing?" I said, feigning hurt.

"Where is she, Anthony?" he yelled.

"I did promise you could see her, didn't I."

"Anthony, let's get this over with, I've skipped dinner, I'm hungry," my brother whined.

"What have you two done to my daughter?" Charles continued to yell.

"Oh come on now Charles, we haven't done anything to her, in fact, we have been nothing but nice to her, isn't that right, brother," I said.

"You know," Edward said, stepping in front of Charles, he grabbed his face roughly and forced him to look at my brother's face. "I should put a bullet in between your eyes. You are nothing but a traitor, scum. The dirt on the bottom of my shoe holds more value than you."'

"Kill me, kill me Edward, please. But please let my daughter go, she's not a part of any of this," Charles begged.

"I am not going to kill you Charles. I will not show that sort of mercy," Edward said. My brother backed away from Charles and snapped his fingers at James and Garrett, who nodded and entered the adjoined room.

Edward flipped the switch by the double window, the little lamb came into view, scared and shaking as Garrett and James stalked towards her.

"Oh, what do we have here," I said, smiling down at the piece of scum. "Isn't that your little girl?" I mocked.

"What the hell are you doing to her?" He yelled.

"Shh, watch and enjoy the show."

Garrett grabbed Isabella from behind, he had one arm around her shoulder blades and the other around her waist. He leaned down and whispered in her ear low enough that the microphone in the room didn't pick up what he had told her. He walked back with her until his back hit the wall and James stood in front of my little lamb.

"Look Charles, look at that," I said, forcing his head in the direction of the window, where his daughter stood behind.

Garrett held her firmly while she continued to fight against his hold. James stood in front of her. He forcibly grabbed her leg and hiked it up around his waist. James even made a point to rip her underwear off, throwing it over his shoulder towards the window, that wasn't a part of the show.

The poor little lamb, she did her best to push James, to fight him, but Garrett was built like a tank. A grown man wouldn't stand a chance against him, let alone a pathetic little girl.

"Anthony please, please Anthony stop this," Charles cried. "Do what you want to me. Leave my baby alone, I'm begging you."

"Shh, watch," I said. "Watch your precious little girl become a whore. Look at that Charles."

Charles screamed his heart out, he fell out of the chair and on his knees crying like a fucking baby.

Edward's hands were balled into fists, he didn't take his eyes off the scene in front. One wrong move, if James or Garrett fucked this up, if they touched her, they were dead. Edward had been very clear on his orders, I didn't agree with him but even knowing the truth, I can't help but want to put an end to it and that pissed me off.

When James was done, he stepped back and Garrett let her go. She fell to her knees with a loud thud, crying hysterically. My brother sighed, his face a stone mask, not giving anything away.

"Get him out of here," Edward said.

I grabbed a fistful of Charles's hair and forced him up against the glass.

"You see that Charles, you see your little girl. This is all your fault, remember that," I said. "Jasper, take this piece of crap away," I called out.

Jasper had to drag Charles out of the room, he was a fucking mess. I turned my attention back into the room. James stood by the door, he punched the wall a few times and stormed out of the room.

Edward was kneeling down beside Isabella, holding his hand out, but she refused to touch him.

She stood up on her shaky legs, stumbling a few times. My brother caught her, but she fought with everything in her against his hold.

This bothered me more than it should. I've done this shit before, hell, I've killed people, some guilty, some innocent, but I've never felt like I am now...like trash, worthless, nothing and for what? For her? For the daughter of a traitor? No, she had no right to make me feel like this, like I was the bad guy.