Alright my lovelies, tonight is Edwards POV on the last chapter.

I am not going to ramble on, you all know that I love you, and you all blow me away with your love!

Stephanie Meyer is the queen of all that is Twilight!

EPOV

I am sitting here in Zafrina's drinking a scotch, nervously bouncing my leg up and down while raking my hands through my hair. I look over and see Jasper sitting at another table in the dark corner to the left. In the dark corner to the right sits Emmett. Jacob, Sam and Seth are mixed in the back of the house keeping in the darkness so that Bella doesn't see them. Erik and his sister have gone back home because Erik has classes still.

I can't fucking thank that man enough. He found my Bella when my men and I couldn't. As far as I am concerned, I will be forever in his debt. He and his family will be well taken care of.

My phone chimes, letting me know that I have a text message.

Boss, you gotta calm the fuck down. You are drawing attention to yourself. Get it under control. We got this, she isn't going to get away from us. ~Em

I'm fine! Stop worrying about me and focus. ~ E

Dude! You are bouncing like a fucking crack addict, and you are about to pull your damn hair out by it's roots. The bouncers are checking you out man. Cool it! ~Em

What do you propose I do fucker?! I am fucking dying here knowing that she is just backstage. ~E

I know. I know. But you gotta chill dude. Stop shaking your damn leg, leave your hair alone. Take a deep fucking breath and RELAX! ~Em

Are you really telling me to breath fucker? ~E

Just do it! ~Em

The lights dim and the DJ starts the music. A very tall African American woman takes the stage in very small boy shorts, a circus ring leaders jacket, top hat, and boots. She introduces herself as Zafrina. She does her opening monologue and sets up the first song; Marilyn Monroe's Diamonds Are a Girls Best Friend starts, girls in rhinestone micro mini dresses take the stage. My eyes are scanning the stage trying to find Bella.

The first chorus is over and then the next set of lyrics hits.... Tiffany's!... Cartier! Black star Frost Gorham Talk to me Harry Winston tell me all about it!And there she is. Perched on top of a mans shoulders, dripping in fake diamonds. She is...fuck! She is stunning. Her hair is down and wavy. As the lyrics progress, she joins the other girls dancing in unison, giving coy smiles to the audience. The song ends, and the dancers are in their final pose; I get a good look at her. She is smiling, but she isn't. It is her fake smile. The smile she puts on when she doesn't want people to know how upset she is. It kills me to know that I am the reason behind her fake smile.

I let out the breath I have been holding and glance over at Emmett and Jasper. Jasper gives me a look, asking if I am OK. I nod, letting him and Emmett know that I have it under control.

The next dances go by in a blur. I really only pay attention to when Bella is on stage. She has been in two of the following four numbers. The stage is dark, but there is a silhouette of a dancer center stage. I know instantly that is her. She is in her pointe shoes. I can tell by the way she is standing. A slow, breathy voice comes over the speakers. 'It's not so easy loving me It gets so complicated All the things you've gotta be'. She creeps to the front of the stage on her toes. Her body molds to the lyrics, as they express her emotions. Legs stretched to their limits, arms extended to almost painful degrees. Her toes skimming the stage and she pours her heart and soul out through her movement.

As the song ends, she elegantly crumbles to the floor. The spot light hits her face, and before she hides her face in her legs, and I see the tears. I try to stand, but strong arms hold me back down. "Boss, no! You can't!" I hear Jacob whisper to me. I don't know how I manage to stay put, but I do. It is torture. All I want to do is wrap her up in my arms and hold her as she cries. I want to stop her tears. But, I have to be patient. I tell Jacob I am fine and call the waitress over for another scotch. It's intermission, so the lights come back up.

I sit drinking my scotch waiting for intermission be over, I see a guy approaching my table and I see Emmett and Jasper stiffen, and I feel Jacob move closer to the table. "Are you Edward Cullen?" He asks in a hushed tone.

I look up at him, taking him in. He is the dancer that was carrying Bella out on stage during the opening number. "Why do you want to know who I am?" I ask back.

"Alright, I already know who you are Edward. We went to the same fucking school in New York!"

What the fuck! "You went to Bayford?"

"Yes, we didn't exactly run in the same circle of friends. But, who didn't know who Edward Cullen was. I'm Peter."

"Nice to see you again Peter. Is there something that I can do for you?"

He hesitates for a moment, "I know that Bella," he points to the stage, "is your Bella that you used to talk about all the time."

My heart started to beat faster and I started to take a few deep breaths. "How do you know Bella?"

"You just seen me dance with her!" He says bluntly. "Listen, she's been in hell. Pure, anguishing hell. For months we had no clue what the hell was going on. Then finally, she told us everything." He takes a deep breath, looks around the club and finally sits down. "Just fucking tell me that you are not with that Tanya chick."

I look down at my scotch, and them pull my eyes back up to meet his. "No. It turns out that the...baby...wasn't mine." I sighed.

"Good." He said, sliding a piece of paper across the table to me. "Fix her Edward. She is to amazing of a person, and too good of a dancer to be here. She is going to be something great." He stands, looking around the club once more. "I have to get back and finish the show. It usually takes her about an hour to leave after the show. The front of the building will require a key to get in, but, from what I remember of you and your family...getting in shouldn't be a problem for you." He starts to walk away.

"Hey!" He turns and looks at me. "Thank you. I'll take care of her, I promise."

"I know you will. I remember you always talking about a Bella in school. I always thought whoever she was, she was pretty lucky to have a friend like you. I am glad I finally got to meet her." He says with a smile. "Just take her out of here. Zafrina is a great woman, and this club is amazing, but it isn't for someone like Bella. She is too good for it." He nods at me with a smile and walks away.

I give the sign to Emmett and Jasper that we are leaving and we all meet out front. I tell them about Peter and what he gave me. Jazz has his phone out and begins a GPS search and locates it. It isn't too far from the club, walking distance actually.

In about ten minutes we were at her building. At least the front door had a lock on it, protecting the actual apartments. Other than that, I can say that I was not happy that Bella was living in such a unsafe looking building. It was surrounded by alley's and seedy looking buildings. I really don't like this place.

"I'm glad I taught little B some self defense moves. It looks like it could come in handy here, if the need came up." Emmett mutters while Jasper keeps fidgeting with his phone, keeping an eye out while I pick the lock. I get it opened in less than three minutes.

Once we are inside I take the paper out that Peter gave me. Apt. 2B. Looking around I see that the bottom floor is A's, so we make out way up the stairs to the second floor. We find 2B and I crouch down and begin to pick the lock to her door. This one isn't as extensive as the first and I am in in less than a minute. Again, not liking this place more and more.

Once inside my nostrils are greeted with the smell that is Bella. Strawberries, with a hint of freesia. I inhale deeply before I take a second step in. Walking in, we are met with a very modest couch with a throw, and coffee table that has a few stacks of books on it. There is another table that is holding her iPod home system, as well as a few more books. That is it. No TV, or computer that I can see. Some dingy looking curtains hanging on the windows. I can tell it is a dump, but I can see Bella's keeps it as clean as the oldness of the apartment allows her.

I make my way down the small hall way and glance in her bathroom, it is typical Bella. A green bath curtain hanging around the shower, the same color green bath mat and matching towels make the small bathroom look homey.

I walk into her bedroom. To say I am shocked is an understatement. There, sitting on the floor, is a mattress. Just a mattress. No frame or head/foot boards, no box springs, just a mattress. A small dresser drawers is in the corner. Next to the mattress on the floor is an alarm clock along with a picture frame of mom and dad, as well as a picture of Bella and I from when we were in high school. She was a freshman and I was a senior. We look so young and carefree. Both laughing and smiling at the camera, while I hug her from behind.

I rub my hand over my face and walk out of the room. I can't believe she is living in a place like this. I am the reason that she is here. As I reach the living room my anger is bubbling over. I turn to the wall and throw a punch. Yelling out my frustration as I connect. Frustration with myself for letting this happen, frustration at Tanya for fucking with my life, and frustration with Bella for leaving and not trusting me to make it right.

I pull back and let another punch fly, and another, and another, until there is are holes in the wall. I feel hands on my arms as I pull back for another. "Come on man, get it together. We are here now. It's time to make it better. Focus on that, not what happened." Jasper says.

I look at him and nod. Checking out my hand. It is scratched up, but nothing bad. "We'll put some ice on it when we get back to the hotel." Emmett says from next to me as he checks it out too. "It doesn't look broken."

"I can't stay in here anymore. I'll wait for her out on the steps." I say, as we let ourselves out. "You two stay out front, but hide so that she doesn't see you when she comes home. I want to talk to her first, but I need you out front in case she tries to run again."

They nod and walk out the front door. I sit on the steps and wait.

I check my watch. The show should be long over by now, and she should be here soon. I just want to hold her in my arms again. To feel her arms around me, her head on my chest, her hair tickling my nose as we cuddle up for the night. I just want her back.

I don't know how long I have been sitting there lost in my thoughts, when I am pulled away from them when I hear the clicking sound of the lock turning. My heart starts to race. I hear feet come in and walk to the right. I glance over and see mailboxes.

It's her. She is getting her mail. I inhale deeply. I just want to bury my nose in her hair. She gets her mail out and starts to walk to the stairs. I brace myself. Suddenly she slows her walk and she looks up at me and our eyes lock. Those eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes that I have missed so much. I see the mail slip from her hands. "Bella." I breath out. I stand, wanting to close the distance between us.

That's when I see it. Panic. There is panic in her eyes. FUCK! "Bella, no! Don't run! Just give me a chance to explain." I plead with her, slowing walking down the stairs. Before I know it, she is taking off to the door again. I see Emmett stop her, but soon she is ducking under his arm and running around him. Jasper is my last fucking hope. I make it to the door and there is Jasper running down the street after her, with Emmett following him.

"I'm going around back! Try to cut her off!" I yell out. I pray to God that Felix, Sam, and Jacob are near and can help close in on her. I told them to place themselves near by in case this happened.

Running around back of the buildings I just run. I keep running. I see Felix running at me from the other direction, and then there she is. Running up from an alley she must have cut down. She looks in my direction and tries to run the other way. Thank fuck Felix is there and grabs her.

She is fighting him. 'Please, for the love of all that is holy don't let her go' I silently plead with Felix. We all meet up at the same time, fucking winded. I can't fucking breath. Thank fuck Felix has her safe. Damn, she can run! We have covered a lot of ground. I bend at the waist trying to catch my breath when I hear "Hey Boss!"

I look up to see Bella as given up and now has her eyes closed as she cries, laying limply in Felix's arms. I run over to her and pick her up and hold her in my arms, I instantly bury my nose into her hair. Heaven. I think to myself. It is pure heaven to have her back in my arms. "Grazie a Dio ti ho trovato. Ho così perso in questi ultimi cinque mesi. Oh, la mia Bella. Non sono mai lasciarti andare di nuovo." [Thank God I found you. I have been so lost these past five months. Oh, my Bella. I am never letting you go again.]

"Get the car I yell out." I see Felix take off to get the car. Sam and Jacob are on high alert and already have their guns pulled. Obviously not liking the area either. Emmett and Jasper draw their guns now too as they take the lead in front of Bella and I, while Sam and Jacob take up the rear. We walk down the alley and by the time we reach the end Felix is there with the SUV.

I get inside with Bella, holding her on my lap, not willing to let her go. "Let's go to the hotel." I tell Felix.

"We will take the other SUV and meet you there." Jasper says before he closes the door. As soon as the door closes we are moving.

"Oh, baby." I say, stroking her face. "Please wake up baby. Let me see your eyes. I've missed you so much." I tell her. I just pull her close to me and hold her. Taking in the feel of her in my arms. I will make this better. I will make her see, I will bring her home.

So...did you like Edwards POV? Let me know what you think. Tomorrow, the showdown between Edward and Bella.