A/N: Hey Guys! Welcome back to another chapter of Mafia Memoirs! I just want to thank everyone again for leaving reviews. I really enjoy reading them. As a warning, this chapter is going to contain graphic depictions of rape. If your not comfortable with that, please just hang on till the next chapter. This particular chapter is extremely important for both Bella and Edward's character development as well as their motivations through out the rest of the story. So, for those who do want to read it, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

Chapter 4 (EPOV)

"Jesus Christ Ed! Get a hold of yourself!" I said to myself as I sat practically ripping my hair out in my bedroom. Never in my life have I ever been effected so deeply by another person with a single look. Isabella Swanson was going to destroy my life if I didn't man up and get a grip. But just the memory of her pale,angelic face made me want to haul her over my shoulder and claim her as mine. The poor girl was terrified, and rightfully so. My father was a scary mother fucker. One look into those big doe eyes made me want to wrap her up and protect her from the whole world. God I was an idiot. I needed Tanya tonight to help me regain my man card.

Just then, there was a knock at my door and Jasper was poking his shaggy blonde head through it. "Almighty Zeus requests your presence in his room." he said with a smirk. I smirked back. He must be having issues with Isabella if he needed my help. " I'll just be a second." I replied. I got up off the bed and steeled myself. This wasn't going to be pretty.

When I entered my fathers bedroom, I was surprised by what I saw. There was my sweet Isabella, striped naked, gagged and tied to my fathers bed. Despite the brutality of it, I had never seen anything more beautiful. She was all milky white, unblemished skin. She had perfect full breasts topped with rosy pink nipples that were hard due to the chilly air. She had a small waist and full hips. Her creamy white legs seemed to go on for miles, even with her short height. But what really got my attention is that she was hairless. Everywhere. I'd never seen a chick without a bush before. Her pussy was perfect. She had full plump outer lips and the sweetest pink inside. I shook myself out of my revere then. This was wrong. This was rape. But I couldn't help but notice my dick harden in my pants.

My eyes traveled up to her face. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were flushed as she whimpered through her gag. I tore my eyes away from her face then. I would ignore my guilt and my arousal...this was just business.

I turned my attention to my father, "You needed me pop?" I asked him. His answering smile was crazy, I shuddered a bit. "Yes Edward. I would so like you to help me with our beautiful Isabella". He said. My stomach turned at the thought of touching her, I couldn't defile her that way. "I don't think that's a good idea pop...". Suddenly there was a gun in my face. Oh shit. "I think I'll decide who has the good ideas." my father ground out between clenched teeth. "Stand up by her head and keep her calm while I had some fun.". Sighing, I sat down on the bed beside her head. I couldn't help but reach out and stroke her silky chocolate hair. I had to give it to the old man, she was beautiful.

Isabella turned her head toward me and whimpered as my father ran his hand down her luscious naked body. Her eyes were closed tight, and her hands clenched into fist above her head where they were bound. My father was in his own little world touching her. I couldn't stand to see her so scared. I lifted my other hand, despite my better judgment and stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes even tighter. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Shhh Shhh angel. I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Just close your eyes. I'm here. It will be over before you know it.". She opened her eyes then to look at me. They were big, pleading and trusting. From that moment on, I knew I was in love. That I had to save her. That I would do anything for her. She looked at me like a savior. Her heart trusted me then, even if her mind didn't. I continued to stroke her hair as I shushed her, and to my delight she leaned her face into my touch.

My father spoke then. His free hand running down the length of my Isabella's thigh as he continued to hold me at gunpoint. "Isn't this beautiful Ed?" he breathed almost reverently. "This" not "she". She's a fucking person you asswipe. "The Swedes wax...I've never seen anything more delicious.". I saw red...but I was unarmed and he had the upper hand. I was helpless. My heart ached.

His hand drifted to the soft skin of Isabella's inner thigh, growing closer to her pretty little quim. "Good god." I heard him say under his breath. He shook his head "You'll make me a fine wife Isabella" he said aloud. Wife? She was going to be his wife? The hell she would! She was mine! Even as irrational as my feelings were! Isabella whimpered again and I planted a kiss under her ear as I apologized once more.

My father dropped to his knees between her open legs then and ran his finger up and down her sweet little pussy, "I need a taste of this" he said. He lowered his face between her legs and look a luxurious lick of her from opening to clit as he moaned. He spread her lips then and took her clit between his lips and sucked. Isabella was going wild trying to get away as I tried to calm her. Even though this was wrong, my cock throbbed in my trousers.

My father spread her pussy with both hands as he inspected her sweet little hole. "Come Edward." he said "Tell me how my fiance tastes". The jackoff smiled at me. I planted a kiss on Isabella's forehead as my father stood and once again held me at gunpoint. I made my way between Isabella spread legs and gazed at her. She has the most beautiful cunt I'd ever seen. She was all spread out for me like an all you can eat buffet, even though it was against her will. She was pink, her pussy was dripping arousal despite her reluctance, and her little clit was peaking out from it's hood. Beautiful.

I dropped to my knees and rubbed her inner thighs as I tried to calm her when my father groped her tit with his free hand. I lowered my mouth to her and took a lick through her spread lips. She was delicious. I started lapping at her when I heard her moans. She was gushing into my mouth. I licked that shit up. When I gazed up at her face, she was looking at me with heated eyes as she tried to moan through her gag. My father had his dick in his hand pumping it for all her was worth. "That's it son, make her cum." he ground out. "But keep your fingers out of her, I want her a virgin till we marry.". I looked at my girl again to find her trashing her head back and forth, eyes clenched tight, and moaning. I went at her clit for all I was worth. Licking and sucking up everything she gave me.

Several things happened then all at once. Isabella's back arched off the bed as she orgasmed in my mouth. My father shot his load all over her perfect tits and released his weapon to the floor. I suddenly found my reason for existing. For Isabella's pleasure. I would do anything to make sure she only ever felt pleasure again. Both mental and emotional.

I was lapping at her plump outer lips as Isabella was coming down from her high. I vaguely heard my father leave the room before the guilt set in.

What had I done? I defiled an innocent. I was a monster. I was going to hell. She would never love me the way I love her. I'm a rapist. A million thoughts were running through my head. I unbound her feet and hands and took off her gag. I turned away from her then, not wanting to see the hate and disgust in her eyes. Or her to see the tears of regret in mine. I sucked in a breath as I felt two small, warm, soft hands slide from my shoulder blades to the small of my back. She rested the side of her cheek in the middle of my back before she spoke. "Please Edward, don't turn away from me." she said, as I felt her tear drops soak through my shirt. As strange as it was...she was the one comforting me.