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"Richie loved to use 22s because the bullets are small and they don't come out the other end like a 45, see, a 45 will blow a barn door out the back of your head and there's a lot of dry cleaning involved, but a 22 will just rattle around like Pac-Man until you're dead."
Vincent 'Vinnie' Antonelli
Previously...
The call ended and I wondered what the hell was going on. There was no way the person who took me was a woman, yet it was obviously a woman on the phone.
It wasn't my mother and it wasn't Kate, but the voice still sounded slightly familiar.
I searched my clothes and the room for my cell before giving up.
My brain kept playing the voice over and over in my head as I took the quickest shower of my life and slipped on the black yoga pants and black long sleeve hoodie.
Where the fuck was Edward or my dad or my bodyguards?
I know I sneaked out, but weren't they supposed to be like ninja trained?
I turned on the small lamp on the nightstand and sat in the chair in the corner waiting.
I don't know for sure what I was waiting for.
Edward?
My dad?
Someone to rescue me?
Perhaps all of them.
Some time had passed before the metal lock on the door tumbled and it swung open revealing more light than I cared for, shadowing a curvy figure in the doorway.
"Hello little Isabella." A shrill voice greeted.
Edward's POV
I whipped into Charlie's driveway not giving a fuck if anyone saw my car. It's not like I wasn't over there all the time to see Isabella anyway.
Usually, I went through the pleasantries of knocking and blah blah blah, but I wasn't fucking with that tonight.
I kicked the door open to a startled Charlie jumping out of his chair.
"Oh, it's you." He gave a small laugh and started to sit back down.
I crossed the room quickly and pulled my gun from my jacket, pushing the barrel into his forehead.
"We need to talk, pig."
His face lost a shade of color as he stared at the chrome pointed directly at his brain.
"Wha-what's going on?"
"Is there more than one reason why I would bust through your door and hold a gun to your head?" I smirked at him.
He swallowed and held his hands up in surrender.
Charlie wasn't stupid enough to think I would play games with him.
"Since you're not so talkative, I'll jumpstart this conversation. Thanks to Heather recording everything, I know what the three of you had planned.
So, give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your fucking brains out right now." I pushed my gun deeper into his skin.
"It would kill Isabella. Look, I'll- I'll drop it against your family. I swear. Just let me live. Isabella doesn't get hurt, and her sibling gets a father."
"Not good enough." I smiled at him.
Instead of pulling the trigger, I reared back and pistol-whipped him as hard as I could knocking him out and sending him to the floor.
I would kill Charlie, but not in the house Isabella slept in.
I hurriedly tied him up and killed the outside lights so none of the neighbors would notice me dragging him to my car. I put him in the trunk and headed downtown to one of the warehouses. I knew at least two of them would be empty tonight.
I dialed Aro.
"Hey man-"
"Get off my sister, and meet me at the spot."
"I'm not even on Esme right now, we're at the hospital. Everyone has been trying to get in touch with you. Emmett woke up." He spoke lower so I knew where my parents were close by.
I had tons of questions for my brother, but King Pig had to be dealt with now.
"I'll be up there soon, but I need your help now."
"I'll get away. See ya in twenty."
Isabella's POV
"Are you ready for something to eat?" The familiar blonde asked sitting a takeout box on the counter.
"Roxy?"
"You do remember me!" She whirled around in mock surprise, her skirt flaring out.
"I do." I replied in a relaxed tone. Inside my nerves were all over the place, but I was trying to keep calm until I could figure out what the hell was going on and a way out of here.
"I assume you're wondering why you're here?" She asked in a placid tone as if she was asking me about the weather.
"Yes."
"Well, that's for me to know." She grinned, "You should eat, you have to be hungry by now."
As if I would eat anything you gave me...
"Actually, I'm not. When do you plan on telling me why I'm here?"
"Soon. I'm sure Edward will be coming for you shortly. Things will get interesting soon enough." She smiled and sat down at the little table in the corner.
The smell of the food made my stomach growl, but I refused to eat anything she gave me.
Roxy opened the box and picked up a couple of fries, tossing them in her mouth.
"Your father's little indiscretion has caused a lot of trouble in my life. Did you know that?" She raised her eyebrows at me.
I said nothing, confused by her comment. How would anything with my dad cause her trouble?
"You're very quiet, Isabella. Is something the matter?"
Other than you kidnapping, no.
"I don't understand how anything pertaining to me or my father would relate to you."
"You're with a Volturi, and you're father is now having a child of the Denali family. My father feels that will cut him out of all business deals, that it will unify the two families. He's made a lot of his money doing side business with made men." She explained picking up another fry.
I didn't like where this was headed at all. I shifted in my seat.
"Relax, I did you a favor by grabbing you before my father had the chance."
"What do you mean before your dad had the chance?"
"I don't like you or any of your little friends, but I will do what I need to to get what I want. My father had plans for you and Charlie. I got to you in time, however, I don't know if your father will be granted such a fate. I was hoping my own father's stupid behavior would result in his own end so I could get my inheritence and get out of here."
"So you plan on killing me?"
"Only if I have to, you're worth much more alive than dead. You have no idea how much you mean to Edward, do you?"
I was beginning to. I would never doubt his word again, if I got out of this mess.
"So what is your plan? It seems like you're wasting a lot of time sitting in this hotel room with me."
I don't know why I was being so cocky. She could kill me at any time, and no one knew where I was. I didn't think she had it in her, I guess. I had spent the last several months with hardened criminals, and Roxy seemed like a spoiled rich girl trying to get her way.
I was thankful she saved me from her father, but I would never tell her that. She could have just warned us.
Stupid bitch.
"It's not time wasted, trust me." She smirked and walked out.
The door shut and locked behind her. I listened to her heels click down the hallway and when I didn't hear them anymore, I picked up the phone and tried to dial out. I got nothing.
Please let Edward show up soon. I prayed.
In the meantime, I looked around the room for anything that could be a weapon.
Rosalie's POV
Before Elizabeth arrived, Emmettino had a talk with Emmett about what he was and wasn't allowed to do. He wouldn't look at me the entire time. My anger had subsided, and I would wait until we were alone to ask all of my questions.
"What would you like me to cook for you?" Elizabeth asked stroking Emmett's face.
"You don't have to cook anything, Ma. Just get me out of this place." He grinned at her.
"Carlisle said you have to wait a few more days." I eyed him. I was ready to have him home, but not at the risk of his health or life.
"What does he know?" Em joked.
"He did go to medical school." His mother scolded.
"Alright, I'll stay for you. The women in my life..." he rolled his eyes.
The next few hours were spent with everyone in and out visiting. I couldn't wait to get my man alone and get some answers.
Emmettino must have known this because he made Elizabeth leave with him.
I mouthed 'Thank you' to him on their way out and he nodded.
"Can I get you anything? Are you comfortable?" I asked Emmett straightening out his cover.
"I'm good."
"That's good." I reached out and smacked him in the side of the head.
"What the fuck was that for?" he grabbed his head.
"The meth. The lying about the meth. The meth. The hiding something from me. The meth. Oh, and the meth."
"Rose, I don't-"
"Can it. Your family has dealt with your dealer, and I know your father spoke to you about staying clean. I want to know how long and why."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"We can get through this together. I love you, Emmett! I need to know and everything will go back to normal. I'll go back to planning our wedding."
"It wasn't long, a few months. The coke wasn't cutting it anymore, and I needed a pick me up. I'm sorry I kept it from you. I swear to you I'll stay clean."
I couldn't find anything in his eyes that went against what he was telling me.
"Deal." I leaned up kissing him. It was the first time in a couple of weeks that his lips pressed back against mine. It felt wonderful.
"Ho bisogno di te." (I need you.) He whispered huskily.
"I'm right here." I looked at him questioningly.
"Ti piace questa ..." (Like this...) He pulled up on the bed until I was straddling him.
"Sei sicuro?" (Are you sure?)
He grinned and pulled my hips down, grinding me against his erection.
"Taci, piccola." (Be quiet, babe.) He grinned at me pulling my skirt up, bunching it around my waist. He hooked his fingers in my panties pulling them to the side as I yanked his covers down. He entered me in one deep thrust that left me seeing stars.
I rode him fast and hard. It had been too long, and I couldn't get enough of him. I leaned my head back, biting my lip to keep my cries of passion under control. Emmett thrust up to meet my every movement. My whole body felt like it was on fire as he pulled me against him, shoving all of his cock into me.
I couldn't hold it in anymore. As the screams started escaping my lips, Emmett placed his hand over my mouth to shut me up. I bit onto his hand and grinded against him wildly as I came undone.
Emmett bucked his hips against me until I felt his cock pulsated within my walls.
I collapsed onto his chest, taking deep breaths.
"It's good to be back." He whispered against the shell of my ear.
"Mmm hmm..." I mumbled not moving. I fell asleep on his chest, all remains of doubt or guilt washed away.
Mary Alice's POV
"Are you okay?" I asked Carlisle as he crumpled on the couch next to me.
"Yes, love. Just worn out."
"Would you like me to make you a drink?" I rubbed his shoulder.
"No, you rest. I just want to sit here with you and enjoy the moment. We only have a couple of months before the baby gets here."
"I've been thinking about names." I told him continuing to massage down his arm and back up.
"Yea?" He looked at me with a newfound alertness. For all of his mood swings and assholeness in the past, the baby always perked him up.
"I like Melania."
He watched me for a moment before speaking.
"Just the one name? You haven't thought about anything else?"
I shook my head and kissed his cheek.
"I like it."
"I'm glad. I wasn't giving you a say anyhow." I grinned snuggling into his side.
We were watching whatever was on tv and basking in each other's company when his phone started ringing.
"What?" He answered in an ill tone.
His eyes went wide as he sat up.
"Are you sure?"
He was nodding his head and throwing out 'yea's' before he jumped off the couch.
"What's wrong?" I stood up following him to our room while he rummaged through the closet for a fresh suit.
"I don't want you to get to upset because of the baby, but Isabella has been taken and I have to go help Edward get her back."
"What?" I cried out.
"It will be okay. We'll take care of everything. I don't want you to worry and do not leave this house. I don't want you out of your guys' sight."
"Okay." I nodded. I felt faint. I laid down on the bed. Everything that kept happening, all the from bad to worse was catching up with me and no matter how many times Carlisle said not to worry, I was going to worry, especially with my best friend being kidnapped.
He gave me a deep, brief kiss before heading out.
I still couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. I would just lie here and rest for a while.