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

EDWARD CULLEN

The underground, a safe house so to speak. This where our men, our people come to relax, to get away from the outside world or to do their business, deals would sometimes go down here and a lot of money was traded.

Of course, only the select knew about this place. To get into the underground, one had to be a made guy, a high ranker, for men who have proven their loyalty.

No one knew of the existence of the underground, not the NYPD, not the FBI, not even our enemies. This was our safe haven, our hideaway, a place where business could be conducted without having to look over our shoulders.

My father had his own room here, as did my brother and so did I. It was in this room that I have been all day. After visiting my father this morning, his words still weighing heavily on my mind.

"You cannot demand respect if you do not follow tradition and fulfill your duties as a Don."

My new duties, my responsibilities required me to tie myself down, to have a wife, a family.

It was a ridiculous notion given the century that we live in, but tradition was tradition and family honor was family honor.

We could not appear weak. Others had already tried to invade, to take us when news broke of my father's incarceration. But their plans quickly failed when we retaliated just as strong as ever, but that did not mean they would not continue to try.

As I now lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, I thought of my father's wishes. They were wishes that I could not and would not go against. My father even assured me he had the perfect wife waiting for me. Heidi was the daughter of a respectable family friend back in Italy. She would make the perfect wife, he assured me. She was a twenty-two year old who had been raised into this life. She would know her role well, she would know when to keep her mouth shut, she would know not to ask questions. She did not even have to love me or I her. All that was needed was for her to carry my last name and maybe one day, pop out a kid.

That was a role and a responsibility I did not want, but I agreed to, and by the end of the week, my soon to be wife will arrive.

Sighing deeply, I stood up and got out of bed. Taking my tie off and rolling up my sleeves. I needed to find my brother. I knew he would be here tonight, we had business we needed to take care of.

I headed down the hall and into our father's office. It would be easier to track Anthony down on camera than to have to search for him everywhere.

Every area of the underground was monitored, including the bathrooms. We could never take any chances.

I found Anthony easily in one of the private areas, but what I saw made my blood boil. He was not alone, three others were with him and so was she.

He had brought the little bambolina with him here.

They were all seated around where she stood in the middle of them. I could not see her face, she was not facing the camera. I turned the volume on, wondering what the hell Anthony was playing at now.

"Do not make me repeat myself," Anthony said.

Isabella's head slumped down. Her hands came up, slowly peeling her dress off of her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. That was when I saw red and before I knew it, I had stormed out of the office and towards them, banging the door down. All four of them jumped up when I came into the room, but she stayed frozen in her spot, her hands covering her chest.

"Out, now," I said.

"You're a party pooper," Anthony said.

"GET THE FUCK OUT, NOW," I yelled, watching as the other three men jumped to their feet and hurried out of the room.

"You as well," I said to my brother.

"Fuck no," he said.

"Che diavolo stavi facendo con lei?"

"Lei e una puttana," he spat back at me.

"Sei un idiota. Hai dato il suo nulla?"

"I gave her something to loosen her up a bit," Anthony admitted.

"Cosa le hai dato?" I asked. This was a new low, even for Anthony.

"I gave her a few shots. Don't worry, I didn't poison her."

"Put your clothes back on, fiorellina" I said.

She hesitantly bent down to retrieve the dress pooled around her feet, but Anthony grabbed her arms.

"Don't you dare," he told her.

"Stop this now," I warned.

Anthony was never one to listen, even our father had difficulty with him at times. He turned Isabella around in his arms. She was facing me. Her eyes were glassy and her cheeks bright red, the blush spread all the way down her neck to her exposed breasts. A mixture of her innocence and alcohol combined, making her look absolutely stunning.

Anthony's thumb danced across her navel. She shivered in response from his touch and that made me angry, that he was the one causing that reaction out of her.

"Look at that, brother. My, my, my, have you ever seen anything so sinful?" Anthony said, sweeping her hair from one shoulder to another. He kissed a trail down her neck. She closed her eyes, as a single tear slid down her rosy cheek.

I stalked over to them. Standing in front of them, I wiped her tear away. She opened her eyes, meeting mine, they shone with a mixture of fear and something else, something more.

"How long has it been brother since we have had any fun together?" Anthony asked.

"Too long," I said, hoarsely.

My brother reached over and grabbed my hand, lifting it up and placing it on Isabella's breast. Her skin was soft in my rough hand. The smart thing would have been to pull away, to remove my hand from her, to take her away and let her be, but right now, I wasn't a very smart man and Anthony was right, the little dolcezza was absolutely sinful and I wanted to corrupt her in every way possible.

It was a need, a surge, something that snapped in me. I let it go, I let loose. Moulding her breast with my hand and taking her nipple in between my fingers, rolling it around. I watched her bite her lip. I watched the many emotions dance across her face. Anthony had intoxicated her for this very reason.

She stared back at me. She was enjoying what was happening, yet trying her hardest not to. She had no strength to fight and if she did, I wondered if she would?

I grabbed a hold of her face and brought my lips to hers, hovering there, guarding her, waiting for any sign that she would reject me. She put her hand on my chest, her fingers fisting the material and pulling it towards her. That's all I needed. I crashed my lips to hers, licking, biting at hers, begging her to open her mouth and to let me in.

I felt Anthony pulling her away from me. I looked up at him as he walked back with her, her fingers never letting go of my shirt.

His legs bumped the desk. With one hand, he pushed the contents off and lifted Isabella up and placed her on the desk.

Maybe realization had finally hit her of what was happening or maybe the effect of the alcohol was wearing off. Her breath hitched when her butt came in contact with the cold surface of the desk. She went to shut her legs, but Anthony stood in front of her, pushing her knees apart and standing in between them. I walked around the desk and stood behind her. Grabbing her hair in one hand, I rolled it around until it was threaded perfectly through my fingers.

"Anthony," she whispered in a harsh breath.

My brother was running the back of his fingers up the inside of her thighs, until he stopped right there. He looked up at me and winked, slipping his fingers inside her panties. Her whole body tensed and she tried squirming away.

"Calm down, little lamb, I promise you'll love this," my brother said.

"Please don't." She cried.

"Shh."

Anthony rubbed her, looking from me to her as he did. He took his finger out and brought it to his lips, sucking on it and moaning loudly.

"You taste fucking sweet," he said, kissing her on the cheek.

I couldn't take this anymore. Her whole body became stiff and she started to shake almost violently, breathing very hard.

"Non piu," I said, pushing Anthony away from her.

"She's a fucking tease," he said. "She needs to fix what she started."

"Get out now. Go and get her some water," I said. "And give me your jacket."

"Questa è una stronzata," he yelled, throwing his jacket at me. "She's a fucking traitor, she needs to pay and you're treating her like this."

"GO!"

I picked up Anthony's jacket and put it over her shoulders. "Put your head between your knees and take deep breaths," I said.

She shook her head, trying to push me away. I grabbed her hands firmly in one hand and pushed the back of her head down to her knees with the other.

"You need to calm down or you are going to pass out," I said.

"I...ca...can...t...bre...a...th…" She stuttered.

I drew out my own deep breath and kneeled next to her, releasing her hands. I cupped her face and made her look up at me.

"Do what I'm doing. Breath in, breath out, come on," I said, as she imitated my movements. "There you go, good girl. Better?" I asked, watching her breathing even out and return to normal.

She shook her head. "Please let me go," she begged.

"You know I can't do that, fiorellina," I said. "It's not that easy."

"I won't say anything. I'll lie and say someone else took me, please," she cried, breaking my heart with each tear that fell from her eyes. But this was what is was and she was stuck here. Her only escape would be death and I won't allow her to die, no matter what. I'll admit, there is something inside of me that's drawn to her, something pulling me closer to her, begging me to protect her, to take care of her. But I know I can't have her.

"Let's get you some clothes, fiorellina."