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WARNING: This story contains mature themes and is intended for mature readers.

ANTHONY CULLEN

"You can't fucking listen, can you," I spat as I pushed her back into the apartment, this time locking the door. She tripped and fell at my feet like the pathetic excuse she was. Her nose was bleeding all over my floor, making one fucking mess.

"Garrett, go take care of the security footage from the hallway and stairwell," my brother said.

I didn't want to hurt her, not today, not now. I had big plans for her and she had to fucking go and ruin them. I can't do anything with her damaged.

Looking at her crying on the floor at my feet, it tugged at me, it made me feel something somewhere deep in me, and I hated her for that, I hated her for having this effect on me. She's nothing but a traitor's daughter, a pawn in game. I should feel no sympathy towards her.

I kicked her in the stomach once more, but it only made me feel like shit watching her in pain. She didn't cry out, the only sound was her soft sobbing and that angered me more.

I grabbed her hair, forcing her head up, forcing her to look at me.

Somewhere in the room, I heard Alice's horrified gasps.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut," Jasper said.

"Anthony, let go of her now," my brother said.

I dragged Isabella back up to her feet by her hair. I turned her into my arms and held her firmly. "You pull another fucking stunt like that again, little lamb, I was nice this time, next time you're going to beg for death," I said, pushing into Edward's arms. He caught her easily and buried her head in his chest, making his white shirt a mess with her blood.

"Esci. Cosa c'รจ di sbagliato con te?" He said.

"Me?" I yelled. "What the fuck is wrong with you? This is my house and I'm not going anywhere."

"Testa di cazzo." He shouted, making Isabella jump back from his hold. He picked her up and carried her out of the room.

I took a moment to calm myself down. Taking a few deep breaths, I went to the kitchen sink and washed my hands of my little lambs blood.

"Take all those bags to the bedroom on the left," I said to Jasper.

Jasper nodded, scooping up the bags from the dining table, Alice was quick to follow behind him.

"You, stay here," I told her. "You're a what? Beautician, hair stylist? What?"

"Yeah, I am," she said.

"I got a job for you."

"Okay," she said, but her reluctance was clear.

"If you open your mouth to anyone about that bitch, things are not going to turn out so well for you and your little family," I warned.

"I'm not an idiot, Mr. Cullen, but her face is everywhere," Alice said, playing with the hem of her sweater.

"That's what I want you to do. I want you to make her unrecognizable," I said.

"Alright, I can do that. Right now? I don't have any of my things with me."

"No, she's not in any condition today," I smirked. "I'll have someone pick you up tomorrow and bring you back here."

I walked around Alice and opened the closet by the front door, pushing the little fake wall behind the coats and taking out a handful of cash. There was at least ten grand there, and I handed it all to Alice.

"I want you to buy her some things," I said.

"But we already did," she said.

"I want you to get her some formal dresses, and I want you to get her one of those ballerina things," I said.

"Ballerina things?" Alice gave me a strange look.

"You know, those shoes, and those dress things. I don't know what they're called Alice, you've got two girls, shouldn't you know this stuff?"

"You mean a tutu? I can do that," she nodded.

"Let me know if you need more," I said, motioning to the cash in her hand.

"Oh no, this should be more than enough," she said. "Can I ask you a question, Mr. Cullen?"

"What?" I sighed impatiently.

Alice hesitated, chewing on her lip. She was nervous. What the hell did she want to know?

"What are you going to do with her?"

"That's a stupid question," I said as Jasper reappeared. "If she says one fucking word, you're both dead," I told him.

"Don't worry about Alice, she knows better than to open her mouth," Jasper assured me.

Alice better keep her mouth shut, but I knew she would. Alice is afraid of my family and I know Jasper will keep her in line, after all, it would be a shame if anything were to happen to their two little girls.

DINY

I had left Edward with my little lamb back at my apartment. The image of her bloodied face was embedded in my mind. It was all I could see, all I could think about. It was driving me crazy because I felt bad, I felt like a monster for what I had done to her, yet she was the one that ran away.

It didn't matter what I felt, because I had big plans for Isabella. She thinks she can have an effect on me, she thinks she can warm me up. She's no better than her traitor father, in fact, she may be worse. She thinks she can make me feel, she doesn't know that I don't feel.

"What are you so deep in thought about?" My mother asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about," I said.

"I always worry about you, Anthony. What's going on with you? You've been different these past few weeks, you're not yourself."

"I'm fine, I promise," I said, kissing her cheek. "I'm thinking about dad. I'm waiting for Rosalie to come up with something, anything so we can have him back," I lied. My mother was very good at reading people and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she didn't buy what I had said, but she also didn't push further.

"Uncle...Wait, which one are you?" Sofia asked, running into the room.

"I'm the bad one," I said, and my mother smacked my chest with the back of her hand.

"You are not bad, Uncle Anthony. You're a good boy," little Sofia said, playing with the candy bar wrapper she had in her hand.

"Is that so?" I laughed.

"You're a teddy bear, Uncle Anthony, a super duper, extra squishy big teddy bear," Sofia said, running up and wrapping her little arms around my neck, I didn't hug her back.

"I am not a fucking teddy bear," I said.

"Anthony, watch your language," my mother scolded.

"Please get her off of me."

"Shut up, Anthony and hug me," Sofia said.

Finally the little brat let go of me, when she realized, no matter how insistent she was, I was not going to hug her back.

"Nonna, where's nonno? I miss him," Sofia asked.

""He misses you too, sweetheart," mom said.

"But where is he? Mommy and daddy won't tell me."

Talking about my father was hard on my mother, even after all these weeks she still hasn't come to terms with what's happened.

"Nonno, had to go away on a business trip," I said.

"Business?" She frowned her little brows.

"Yeah, you know, like when your daddy has to go away sometimes to work. Well, that's what nonno is doing right now. But nonno's business is taking a lot longer than he thought."

"But he'll be back soon, right?"

"Yes, he will, I promise," I said, as my mother glared back at me.

"Good," Sofia smiled. "Because my new piano teacher is not as good as nonno and she smells too." She scrunched up her little nose.

My niece was an incredibly beautiful child. She was outspoken and smart and I almost feel bad for Emmett when she grows up.

Sofia looks so much like Rosalie, and right now, Sofia's mother was on my last nerve.

"I'm going to find your mother," I said.

Rosalie was in our father's office with Aro, who had insisted he help her work on her case.

Aro, who was now wheelchair bound, had become very compliant and even admitted, he should have done more during the trial.

"Have you two figured something out yet?" I said.

"I'm not a damn machine, Anthony. These things take time," my sister snapped.

"You've had almost eight weeks, Rosalie. How much fucking time do you need?"

"Anthony," Aro said, wheeling himself around to face me. I saw the fear and anger in his eyes as he faced me, the man who crippled him and put him in a wheelchair for the remainder of his days. But Aro got what he deserved, in fact, he should be thankful that he was able to get away with his life after the things he had said.

You see, people think that words are just that, words. Why attack someone when no actions have been done?

Why wait for action? Aro may have only spoken words, but words plant ideas into people's head, and those ideas turn into actions.

"Your sister is right. This could take some time, a year if not more."

"A year? A fucking year?" I yelled.

A year, maybe more. We didn't have a year. Our father didn't have a year. He could not spend a year or possibly more in that filth.

"What the hell do you want from me, Anthony?" Rosalie yelled back. "I'm doing the best I can with the information I have. It takes time to build up a case. We want to prove that the NYPD obtained their evidence illegally through Charles. We need to make sure that we have a solid case, that there are no loop holes, no surprises, and that takes time," she hissed.

"Sorry," I said. She was right. She couldn't rush things, that's how mistakes were made. We needed to make sure we had all of our bases covered, there was no room for errors. I could wait a year. I could be patient for a year, and then I would convince our father that I was the better choice to lead, not my brother.