Hi Ladies,

I know everyone was aggravated by the cliffhanger from the last chapter so I made this one extra, extra long. I hope everyone is appeased by Edward's vengeance for Bella in this chapter, but this story is far from over.

Once again, I am putting a TRIGGER ALERT for this chapter.

Warning- Violence, Sexual Abuse, and Rape.

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Chapter 22

Trigger Alert

Edward-

Jasper made quick work of cutting the security box to the house and Emmett jimmied the lock. The deadbolt popped in the silence, the knob turning under his large fingers when he twisted it. When the door cracked open, I glanced down at Bella, noticing her pale cheeks turning ghostly white. With a reassuring squeeze of her fingers, I leaned down until my mouth was next to her ear. "Where are their rooms located?"

Her eyes widened and she took a deep inhale. She was rattled and I didn't blame her. Her pulse was likely pounding in her neck, her heart racing with fear and adrenaline. She shifted closer, burrowing into my side. The trust she placed in my ability to keep her safe sent pleasure soaring in my chest. She looked from the door standing ajar to me, licking her lips nervously. "Charlie's at the top of the stairs, the first door to the left, and John's is the last door at the end of the hall to the right."

Emmett and Jasper didn't waste another second, hearing Bella's direction, they rounded us and headed straight for the stairs. I followed close behind, tugging Bella with me along the way, amazed at my men's ability to stealthily move through the house without so much as a creak of a floorboard. Neither were small men by any means, Emmett's shoulders were built like a bull while Jasper's tall, lengthy form was solid muscle after spending hours in a gym. Stealthily they moved through the house with no detection.

As Bella and I reached the landing, Emmett and Jasper waited at the threshold of the targeted rooms—guns in hand and pointed toward the floor. With a simple nod of my head, they lifted the barrels and stepped into the awaiting darkness. Bella trembled next to me, her shallow breathing echoing in the quiet house. As we stepped into the hallway, I nudged her with an elbow, throwing another wink in her direction. "Don't panic, baby. They already have them."

She threw a doubtful glance my way, her jaw-dropping when we came to Charlie's door. He laid flat on his back with the barrel of a pistol flush against his forehead. I hit the light switch to discover his eyes were the size of saucers, and his hands were up in a gesture of surrender. He blinked rapidly, and a quiver tinged his voice as he frantically searched for understanding. "What the fuck is going on? Who the hell are you?"

Jasper pushed the cool metal of the gun against Charlie's forehead. His skin was already dotted with sweat, the moonlight from the window shimmering off the moisture collected on his brow.

"You don't remember me?" Jasper asked with a note of disbelief. "How disappointing considering we met only a few hours ago. You didn't think I was going to let that shit at the park slide, did you?"

I placed a firm hand on the small of Bella's back, guiding her into the room. "Surprise, asshole. We brought your daughter for a visit."

A lethal smile claimed my lips, loving the way the bastard flinched when he spotted Bella. Nudging Bella behind me, I stepped forward just as commotion commenced down the hallway—telling me Emmett was pulling John from the comfort of his bed—I focused on the prick before me. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt and I gave him a hard yank until he was sitting upright. "We thought we would take you out for a little ride. We have some business to attend to."

"No, no," he whispered, shaking his head, he pinned Bella with a hard look behind me. Panic was apparent in his tone as he fought my hold on his shirt. Still focused on Bella, he spat as he demanded. "What the fuck did you do now? Spewing your stories for anyone who would listen …"

I couldn't hold back, plowing my fist into his mouth, appeased when his lips split and blood gushed from the opening of the wounds. "Watch what you say about my wife." Yanking hard, I pulled him from the bed, not caring that he stumbled and his knees hit the floor. Charlie's pained grunt only slightly appeased the smoldering rage burning like hot coals in my chest. Forcibly I pulled him to his feet, watching blood trickle down his chin. "One more word to her and I will shatter each one of your teeth with a pleasure you've never seen."

I threw a glance at my wife, her eyes were lit with fear, yet her head tilted as she studied her father. Boldly, she confronted him. "I told you and you didn't do anything. You acted like I was the problem…"

"You think I would believe a little tramp selling herself for a few bucks over my brother?" Charlie wanted to know, spitting a mixture of blood and spit to the carpet. There must've been shock in Bella's expression because he continued, "Oh. Do you think I didn't know where you were? I have eyes all over this city—something your husband should be aware of before he brings Hell to his backyard."

Charlie's eyes were lit with a sly gleam as his gaze left Bella to connect with mine. His mustache twitched with a hint of a smile. "I know about the shipment you received on the third of May. I know about the firearms you are responsible for disbursing from Chicago to Detroit. With one email of the mountain of evidence I've collected over the last year, I could bring you and your organization to a quick and timely death."

If Charlie thought he could blackmail me into forgetting the grievances against Bella he was sadly mistaken. My lip curled with a sneer of my own, meeting him head to head. "In an hour you won't be able to send shit. You won't see the bright light of day until I say so—perhaps never. You would be wise to swallow your empty threats before I cut your tongue out." I tsked under my breath as I studied him closely, pleased with the grimace wiping his smug expression off his face. "Actually, keep fucking talking because I would love to sever your tongue …"

I would've continued, but Bella's hurt gasp stopped me as she stepped forward to face off with Charlie. Bella's lip curled even as tears filled her eyes. "You knew I was living on the streets? You knew and did nothing?" I could hear the heartbreak in her voice, and it renewed the rage burning hot in my gut. She whispered, "How could you believe that asshole over me? There are pictures …"

With a bravado I admired, Bella turned and stomped from the room. I heard shit hitting the floor and I knew she was searching for the pictures she'd told me about. I pulled Charlie forward, and with a few hard tugs, I had him in the hallway. Emmett stood there holding John by the scruff of his neck, his fingers turning white as he dug hard into John's flesh.

The motherfucker responsible for my wife's humiliation and shame stood ten feet away. I assessed him from head to toe. The prick had to be over six feet tall and close to two hundred pounds, and a child would have no hope of fighting a guy of his stature. Every muscle in my body tensed, the urge to rip him from limb to limb too much to bear, leaving me shaking with restraint. I was doing a pretty good job of maintaining the need to shred him with my bare hands, and then, he started talking.

"What the fuck is going on? Charlie, do you know these assholes?" John hissed, staring at his brother. The sound of rustling coming from his room could be heard in the hallway. He inclined his head in the direction Bella had disappeared, his skin dropping several shades when a door banged against a wall and the rummaging continued. He pretended ignorance, his gaze meeting mine before sliding to Charlie's. "What the fuck is she looking for? I told you your daughter had a few screws loose, Charlie."

The mention of Bella had all my hair raising, and the restraint I'd applauded myself for having evaporated into a cloud of smoke. My throat rumbled with an animalistic urge to protect the woman who'd taken my life by storm.

We needed to leave the house, but I wanted to beat the shit out of this guy so bad it was eating my gut, yet I didn't want to leave any evidence behind. I stared at the weasley-looking prick with intent, the corner of my lip lifting. "You and I have some things to discuss." His pupils narrowed into pinpoints as he returned my gaze. "I can't wait to get you alone. You will be begging to be sent to prison."

His teeth ground together, stupidly puffing out his chest like he wanted to go a round with me. "I don't know what kinda shit she filled your head with, but if you want to go, we can go."

Impulse took over and the anger to hit this prick dictated my next moves. Seeing red, I forgot all about Charlie, moving down the hall until I stood with my nose pressed into John's.

John was two inches shorter, which left me looking down at him with menace, my top lip curling. "I could rip your face off with my teeth, you sick fucking prick." Grabbing two fistfuls of his shirt I slammed him against the wall, effectively knocking the breath from him. "I would love to taste the coppery essence of your blood on my tongue, and if I wouldn't spread evidence all over the walls, I would do it. But you will get yours, I promise you that. When we get where we're going I will give you a chance for the fight you're asking me for."

When Bella appeared in the doorway of his room, her attention darted from John to me. Pleasure mixed with shock claimed her features. Just for her, I slammed him against the wall again before stepping back. She held an envelope in her hand, waving it in my direction and I watched John's face turn a sickly shade of green. Bella gloated as she waved it again with a satisfied smirk. "That's right, John. I have all the evidence right here. I hope destroying my life was worth it."

Emmett pulled John back so Bella could squeeze by without touching him. In her hand, she held an old, wrinkled manila envelope. I let go of John, tucking her under my arm when she hurried to my side. "I have them," she whispered, her hand curling into the front of my shirt as if she never wanted to let go. Wet tracks from her tears stained her cheeks, her nostrils fluttering as she attempted to hold her emotions at bay. "I want to make Charlie look at them."

Emmett and Jasper made quick work of binding and gagging our captives. Once Charlie and John were satisfactorily secured, they were shoved toward the stairs. When John attempted to drag his feet, I planted a booted toe into the back of his knee. Grabbing him by the hair, I yanked him back until my mouth was near his ear. "Walk. Or I will cut your fucking legs off."

With a muffled grunt, he hastily moved forward. My hand cupped the nape of Bella's neck, my attention going back to my wife. I gave her neck a couple of firm squeezes before pulling her into the crook of my arm. "Anything you want, princess." I gestured for Emmett and Jasper to lead the way, following close behind as they pushed John and Charlie down the stairs. "Any special requests for these two?"

Bella straightened her trim shoulders, and she held her head high. Clearing her throat, she nodded, "I would just like them to experience everything I did." She sniffled, the sound ripping at my gut as she repeated, "everything," in a whisper.

"That can be arranged, princess." I scanned the neighborhood as we stepped out into the night. It was relatively quiet and no lights lit the surrounding windows. Thankfully we'd accomplish this mission without any witnesses. Even if there were witnesses they wouldn't dare speak out against me.

Emmett and Jasper shoved the men into the SUV guns pointed at their heads. Pointedly, I said, "Take them to the shipyard. Put them in trailer forty."

I waited for them to throw John and Charlie into the back before turning my attention back to the woman at my side. She clutched the envelope in her hands like a lifeline as I guided her to the car, and pulled the seatbelt across her chest. Her scent was too much to resist, and I pressed a kiss to her forehead, letting my fingers glide over her jaw as I breathed her in. The mild scent of vanilla wafting on a warm summer breeze. In a hoarse whisper, I said, "It will all be over after tonight. You won't have to think about either of them ever again."

"Are you going to kill them?" She wanted to know, her eyes watery when they connected with mine. She nibbled nervously at her bottom lip, the plump flesh turning a delicious shade of red.

I froze in place, searching for a clue as to how she wanted me to handle this situation. The thought of killing them was strangely unsatisfying. Their crime's didn't warrant a quick death—they deserved far worse than a quick mindless bullet to the brain—more like hours and hours—perhaps days or even years—of humiliation and torture. "I'm not sure they deserve something so instantaneous. I prefer if they have some time to reflect on their sins." My top lip curled as I fixated on the road ahead. "No, I'm not going to kill them."

Ideas littered my thoughts as I pulled my gaze away from Bella and rounded the car. I dropped into the driver's seat and started my car, I followed close behind Emmett, sorting through a million possibilities. Drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, I glanced at Bella to see how she was truly holding up.

She was unlike any woman I'd ever met. Most women in her situation would be a blubbering mess, probably freaking out and sick with the possibilities. Rather than the panic I expected, she sat calmly staring out the windshield. The tears she'd cried earlier dried on her cheeks, each one a map of the heartbreak she'd endured. I reached for her hand, and she didn't even hesitate, folding her fingers within my own.

Despite whatever fear she'd been feeling, her chin thrust forward at a stubborn angle, her lips set in a firm line. "How are you holding up?"

Her tongue slicked across her lips nervously, and her hand squeezed mine in more of a reflex than a gesture. Her slight shoulder lifted in a quick shrug, her voice barely audible, "Everything. Nothing."

She seemed to sink into deep consideration, and then, her gaze collided with mine. "I'm numb. Everything is moving in slow motion. I feel like for the first time in years justice is about to be serviced, and it's surreal." She shook her head. "I never thought to see the day that John was scared."

On impulse, I raised her hand and pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles. Pride and a weird sensation trickled into my chest, robbing me of words. I wasn't familiar with the warmth flooding my body with every look in her direction. Shoving the confusion away, determination and conviction replaced the turbulent emotions, turning my tone harsh as I said, "You will see it tonight, princess."

The shipyard was a secluded area my family owned where we conducted the majority of our business. It was tucked close to Lake Michigan on the south side—Nothing big, nothing fancy. Generally, it was a little scab in the hood that wouldn't draw unwanted attention. Whatever law enforcement knew of the location, Carlisle handled with a little donation, and they turned a blind eye, acting as if they were unaware of our dealings.

Fifteen to twenty train cars littered the dimly lit property. I pressed the brake behind my brother's truck as Emmett punched in the code at the gate, a light in the guard shack flickering when Roland's head popped into view.

Roland was part of security that patrolled the lot, once he spotted Emmett, he waved him through. A single raindrop splattered across my windshield as I pulled past the gate, staying a foot away from the SUV. Weaving through the containers, I drove up next to trailer forty.

Bella's wide stare darted around, taking in our surroundings, yet from this vantage point, all she could see was a row of empty train cars. Her lashes fluttered when Emmett and Jasper drug John and Charlie from the SUV, her dad hitting the pavement on his knees. His cry of pain penetrated the closed-off cab of the car, the whites of Bella's eyes making an appearance as shock and pleasure mingled in her gaze. My thumb brushed across her knuckles drawing her attention away from the scene unfolding before her.

Concern was evident in my voice as I cautioned her. "Are you sure you want to be a part of this?" I'd seen far stronger people lose their shit over this type of punishment. As much as someone thought they were prepared for the vengeance they believed someone deserved, they usually couldn't stomach the gruesome nature of the events that would follow. "I can have Jasper take you home. You can …"

Urgency tinged Bella's tone and she shook her head, her gaze never wavering from mine. "I've waited for this since I was a little girl. Whatever is about to happen," she said, gesturing to her father and John as they were shoved into the trailer, "I can handle it. I promise, Edward."

"If you change your mind—," I began before she cut in repeating herself.

"I can handle it," she vehemently stated, her nostrils flaring, her gaze bouncing between me and the entrance of the trailer. "But if I change my mind I will have Jasper take me home."

If there had been any doubt in her tone, I would've had Jasper take her straight home, yet my wife surpassed my expectations once again. Eager to get started, I opened my car door, saying, "Let's get this started."

Large drops of rain picked up a rhythm as we stepped out of my car, pinging off the rusted metal of the train car, its beat pulsing around us as we approached the entrance, matching our footsteps. It complemented the mood perfectly as we walked inside, and I pulled the large metal door closed behind us. Once the latch clicked in place all sound outside ceased to exist.

I flashed a devious smile in the direction of our reluctant captives, gesturing toward the roof. My growl vibrating through the hollow container, "You hear that silence? Rain is pouring from the sky, yet you can't hear it." Charlie's brow pinched together as he tried to understand what I was talking about—which only inspired a broader smile from me as I tucked Bella next to my side, pleasure filling me as I explained. "What that means is, this train car," I waved my hands indicating the space around us, "is completely soundproof. You can cry. You can scream until your voice is hoarse, and not a soul outside of this rusted heap can hear you. So," my pearly whites splaying widely, as I continued, "I encourage you to scream until your heart's content. Screaming can be a great release."

Charlie's bulky form shuddered, and John's went rigid. I pointed to the lone chair and desk in the corner. Grabbing Charlie by the scruff of his neck, I forced him forward and shoved him into the chair. "Your daughter has something she'd like to show you." I got down in his face until my nose skimmed his cheek. "You're going to sit there for as long as I deem appropriate and look at them."

With Emmett's help, I secured his struggling form to the chair. Once he was locked in place, I ripped the gag from his mouth, loving the pained grunt as the duct tape yanked at his mustache. Standing tall, I glanced over my shoulder, urging Bella closer. "Come on, princess, make sure he sees each fucking one of those pictures. That's all he will be seeing for a while."

I knew Bella didn't want me to witness her humiliation, and so when she stepped forward and opened the envelope, I turned my attention to John. He visibly trembled as we squared off. "Jasper," my voice rumbling throughout the trailer as I turned to my gunmen, "cut him loose. He wanted a fight at the house and I'm going to give him exactly what he wanted."

As I spoke, I shrugged free from my jacket before going to work on the buttons holding my shirt together. As I pushed the buttons through the eyelets, Charlie's horrified gasp drew my attention to the corner. His dark gaze jogged from Bella to his brother, his lips tight as anger and resentment blazed to life, his hoarse, disbelieving whisper cutting through the empty space. "It was true? You did this to my daughter? I trusted you. How could you? She was just a kid."

I grunted unsatisfied with his sudden concern. I tossed my shirt and jacket to the side. Hissing, I pinned him with a hard stare. "You chose to believe your brother over your daughter. You didn't even blink before kicking her out. You and John are about to get exactly what you deserve."

Emmett stepped away from the table where Charlie was forced to sit, a blank expression covering his face as his skin paled. I knew by the hollowness in his eyes that he'd seen some of those pictures. My gut twisted and my lip curled, my rage renewed. "Em, get Big Willie on the phone. Tell him he can bring a couple of friends if he wants. Maybe a skirt … some makeup. Whatever his pleasure is."

Understanding crossed Emmett's face, his lips set in a grim line as he dug his phone out of his pocket. His harsh tone tickled my ear, yet I'd already turned my attention back to John. "Do you like fucking with little girls? Helpless people, who don't stand a chance in defending themselves against a man of your size? Does it make you feel powerful to know the fear you're responsible for? The horrible memories that last a lifetime?"

Walking closer, I shoved him hard, knocking him a step back. "Come on, tough guy. You wanted a fight at the house." Tapping my finger against my jaw, I presented him with a chance to get in a jab. "Come on, pussy. Show me what you've got."

John didn't think twice, and with a flare of temper, he rushed forward slamming his shoulder into my gut.

The voices faded in the trailer. Emmett's conversation with Big Willie faded, and Charlie's curses seemed to come from another dimension.

Red. Red. All I saw was the red filling my gaze.

As his shoulder connected with my abdomen, I wrapped my arm around his throat and planted a knee in his gut. My arm tightened around his neck until he was choking for air, his shallow gasps music to my ears. I flew into a blind rage, my knuckles connected with his cheek knocking him to the floor. My knuckles split, the burn from the cuts instigating my growing anger. When he fell to the floor, I planted a boot to his ribs, relishing the sound of bone snapping.

I would've kept going. I would've killed him right there. Flashes of him sitting next to Bella's bed in the middle of the night, her frozen form unable to move from fear inspired another few rounds of bone-jarring assault. I felt fingers close around my bicep and I struggled to break the hold. Emmett's voice penetrated the fog, snapping me from the moment. "Save some for Big Willie. We want this bastard conscious when he gets here."

It was only the promise of the days and hours of torture the bastard was about to endure that managed to pull me away. Backing away, I glared at John as Jasper and Emmett tied him to the hooks hanging from the side of the car.

Burgundy blood dripped from my knuckles as I inhaled a sharp breath. Wildly, I looked around the car trying to make sense of everything around me. All I wanted to do was keep beating that bastard until he couldn't draw breath. It wasn't until soft fingers landed on my chest, and Bella's bright green eyes stared into mine that I came back to reality.

Surprisingly, there was no fear in her eyes. I expected her to be horrified by my display of rage, yet a slight smile tipped her lips, her fingers petting down the center of my chest. She traced a line between my pecs, placing the flat of her hand against my heart as it threatened to beat out of my chest. I stared intently at the pale complexion of her fingers, watching as they moved in time to each breath I took. Finally, her hand left my skin, cupping my cheek, and my teeth ground together to cool the fire consuming me.

When Bella drew my face to hers, and her nose nuzzled my lips, my eyes flashed to hers and all the anger bubbling in my soul seemed to dissipate. "Thank you, Edward. No one has ever done anything like this for me. I don't even know how to repay you."

Her lips parted, gaping as she stared into my eyes. She looked like she was trying to find the right explanation, yet sometimes words weren't needed. I dropped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her against my chest. She didn't care about the blood splattered on my skin or the smears of red staining my fingers as they brushed her cheek. Her lashes fluttered, her irises turning a deep forest green, and a flash of something unfamiliar sparkled in her gaze. Stroking her cheek, I smiled, "Oh, but princess, we are far from done."

Before I could say anything further, Charlie's sharp tone cut through the moment, stealing my attention from my wife. "Bella." He was shaking his head with tears glittering in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I should've …"

My hands shook as I gripped Bella's shoulders and set her back. Stomping over to her father, I planted my fist in his mouth, relishing the sharp sting of his teeth as they cut into my knuckles. "You don't get to be sorry, you piece of shit. You kicked her out onto the streets without so much as a backward glance."

I paced away, fiercely growling as I contemplated everything Bella had endured. "You think this is your punishment? That I will beat your ass and his, and let you walk out of here?"

He spit. Blood drooling from the corner of his mouth, he hissed, "What does that mean?"

Mindful of the pictures littering the desk, I slapped the corners, bracing my weight as I bared down on him. "I know a lot of people, Sheriff. More than you can imagine. People all over the world, capable of doing unimaginable things. You and your brother John will experience everything my wife did over the last few years."

When his brow furrowed, I continued, hearing Bella's gasp, "As soon as I leave here, I'm going to make a few calls. Your passport and funds will be collected from your house. A resignation letter signed by you will be sent to your department, and a plane ticket will be bought by you. It will appear as if you have left the country." A satanic laugh left my throat, and I smiled when he gulped. "Only you will be right here, contemplating every single mistake you've made over the last few years while your daughter was struggling to eat."

I would've continued but the ring of a doorbell chimed and interrupted me, the sound echoing throughout the car. I perked up as I grinned at Charlie. "We have some guests. Since you feel so bad about what happened to Bella, you should love this next part. But if you can't appreciate it right now, you will hopefully learn to over the next two years. You won't get a chance to see the light of day before then."

The biggest man I had ever seen stepped through the opening, his chocolate gaze bouncing around the trailer before locking on John. "That him?"

I noted the black duffle bag Willie had slung over his shoulder. He was built like a semi-truck, and dear John wouldn't stand a chance. A couple of guys filed in behind him, their eyes straying to John as well. "Oh, that's him. Feel free to dress him up, and slap some lipstick on him. Get a lot of pictures, hell video tape it for all I care. He's a hundred percent yours."

Big Willie's bright white teeth flashed in contrast to his leathered skin, his eyebrows wiggling with excitement. "I can get on board with this." His deep brown eyes went from mine to John as he licked his lips. "You say he's a pedo?"

When I nodded, his booted feet crossed the metal floor, each step echoing as he bore down on his target. He gripped John's cheeks with hard fingers digging deep and he forced John to look at him. "You get off on hurtin' little girls, huh? We will see how much you get off on me." His huge hand gripped John's crotch, squeezing until he grunted with discomfort. "Don't think we're gonna be gentle either. Ever been to prison?" When John shuddered, Big Willie laughed, "You're about to be begging for those bars."

His harsh cackle filled my ears as I went to Bella's side. Pressing my mouth against her ear, I whispered, "You sure you want to see this?"

Her arm linked around my waist, her hair brushing my shoulder as she nodded. "It might not make sense, but I want to know he's feeling everything I felt."

Jasper and Emmett came to stand next to us, crouching down as they watched Big Willie and his groupies' strip John bare. A pink tutu was placed around his waist while another guy held his face and painted his lips with cherry lipstick. Bella's face burrowed into my shoulder blocking her vision and when Big Willie ripped him from his hook and unbuttoned his pants. His thick fingers gripped John's hip hard, holding him in place as Willie cooed in his ear. "I'm about to tag that ass. When I do, you will be my bitch. Understand? You will get what I give you and you will thank me for it later."

"Bullshit, you disgusting prick," John cried trying to break Willie's tight hold. "I will kill you. I will kill all of you."

I watched intently as Willie placed his cock at John's back entrance without any lube to ease his possession. Tears streaked John's face, his lipstick smeared, resembling the Joker's.

"No. No, oh God," he cried, Willie grunted next to his ear as his friend's hand disappeared beneath his waistband, stroking himself. Piercing cries erupted from John's throat as Willie thrusts hard, entering him in one swift push of his hips.

"Willie." When black eyes flashed to mine, I stared at him intently. "Once you're finished, cut John's feet off. There's no escaping Hell."

His lips pulled back as he grinned. "You mean Judy? He's gonna make a fine bitch."

Satisfied with the assault underway, I guided Bella toward the door with Jasper and Emmett flanking us. Before we stepped out into the rain, I threw a look toward Charlie. "Enjoy the show. You will get a repeat daily."

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