Still Bella's POV (age 17):
Without another word, I walked out of the room and went to my room to change.
My mind fought a war with itself as I pulled off the cream colored blouse and navy blue slacks, before pulling on the black cargo pants and combat boots before I slowly braided my hair, and began making my way towards the door.
Just as I reached the door, I felt my phone begin to ring.
"What?" I answered shortly, feeling annoyed at the situation we found ourselves in.
"I got her out. The girl in there is Horacio's actual daughter, she was caught helping a human trafficking ring kidnap girls from a mall. She was the bait and fisher." Seth replied.
Come again?
"Her name is Jessica, married to a guy who works within the rings…" Seth replied before hanging up.
Jessica, why did that name sound so… Oh!
Realization made a smile appear on my face as I realized who I was possibly dealing with.
Well, now I don't feel so bad about that bitch dying. Call it a payment to society. One less scum to worry about.
I could feel a relieved smile spread as I slowly exited the room.
Relief seemed to be short lived, however, as I slowly made my way back to where I knew everyone had gathered.
The feeling of relief suddenly replaced my anger and disgust at those people. Those poor girls must have been scared out of their minds.
The anger made me suddenly want to go find the bitch and tear off or out all of her extensions. Hair, eyelashes, nails, all her fake assets. You name it she probably had it. I wouldn't put it past her to have breast implants either.
My sperm donor always did say to me that anything within my enemy's body could be made into a weapon, you just have to know how to be creative. FYI, my egg donor also advised me that it is best to also turn off your mind and emotions.
I realized I would have to do just that. Even if the nightmares came back to haunt me later. This seemed like a good reason to do so.
As I walked into the room, I avoided everyone's gaze, trying to mentally prepare myself instead, while choosing to go sit back down, and locking my gaze on the floor in front of me. It had worked for a while, until it didn't.
I could feel someone's gaze boring into the side of my head as I sat there staring at my feet submissively. After a while I couldn't handle it and looked up.
I locked eyes with Anthony, who anxiously made his way over to me. I barely managed to blink before he pulled me onto my feet. One moment I was staring up at his eyes. The next, I found myself pulled flush against his body as he held me in a fierce hug.
His arms felt like home to me, as his cologne invaded my nostrils. My body immediately relaxed at his touch, and I hated myself for it.
Whenever he held me like this, he always pulled back slightly, and always caused us to get lost in each other's eyes. Somehow communicating wordlessly as we did.
Jasper always said it's unnerving to see this exchange, communicating by only looking at one another. Edward always replied that he'd never experienced that because he hadn't met the right person yet.
"Isa, you don't have to do this." Anthony finally whispered into my hair.
I had to do this in order for our plan to work. I need it to. It was the only way to get Lauren out of here and into safety. To her life of freedom, she of all people deserved it.
"You promised you wouldn't do this." I whispered, avoiding his gaze.
He technically did. He had promised me, before we made the Giuramento Di Amore that he would always agree with me, even if it was stupid and dangerous. So far, all he's done is disagree with everything I say. Or counter it. He was starting to piss me off. And I wouldn't hold myself responsible if I did something rash if his ass kept pushing it.
That wasn't what was bothering me at the moment. Something else was. Thanks to some accident I lost a good part of my memories for a good while. I knew I was given false information shortly after, and that Jasper helped me regain a lot of the real memories. Yet something still felt like it was missing. Like I wasn't whole or something.
Somehow that thought was unsettling. It became more so, when the thought was blurred by a weird image of Edward and me watching movies in a movie pillow fort, while we took turns drawing pictures on each other's arms with a black sharpie and blue and red pens.
When had this happened? And why the hell was I remembering this now of all times to remember?
I blinked back into the present to realize that I was still staring at him like una stupida idiota. ( Like a stupid moron)
"No, I didn't." He said, shaking his head at me. "Isabetta, I'm not going back on my word. I promised to protect you. I won't be able to do that if this clause is activated." He clarified, the corner of his full lips twitching as if fighting a smile, despite the situation.
Of course, that's what he's trying to do.
Why did he always have to get so overprotective? Why does he have to doubt my ability to protect myself? Do I look that fragile?
I ignored the imploring look he gave me, before sighing in exasperation. "I can do this. I need you to trust me." I responded, looking up into his mesmerizing deep green eyes, willing him to under.
The need was growing, I needed him to trust me. Without his trust or support I felt oddly out of balance. And I didn't like it.
It was like I was on a tightrope about to fall off, if I lost balance on the rope all hell would break loose.
"Will you?" I asked him, looking into his eyes as he looked into mine.
As he decided I felt my eyes move to the rest of his face, despite the slight scars that showed he once had acne, I couldn't help feeling attracted to him. He would always be handsome to me. Even if he hid it under that scruff.
Before he could respond Iliana walked into the room, and looked towards us.
"Patatino, se non hai intenzione di aiutarti, non ostacolarti." She said firmly. "You will either support her decision or leave the room. Immediately." She ordered, giving me the hairy eyeball.( *term of endearment meaning little potato, cause of his acne*if you aren't going to help, don't stand in the way.)
I almost winced internally at the firm tone she used, as he winced before me.
He sighed,turning to look at her. I could see the debate in his eyes. With a sigh of defeat he turned back to me. "My faith in you is unbreakable, amore." He uttered, before leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Just be careful, dolce mio." He whispered. ( Love / My sweet)
I smiled up at him in response, before I felt his arms drop. "I will, caro." I replied, smiling up at him, before I jumped up and pulled him into a tight hug. I don't need to buy it feels right to do so.(Dearest)
I then slowly made my way to my older brother, smirking. "Fratello." I say. (Brother)
"Sore, you do what you have to do. Remember, to tuck your thumb in if you are going to punch her." He advised, teasingly. (Sis)
"Will do." I replied, amused.
Jasper shook his head amused before he pulled out something from his back, a gleam in his eyes. "Isa, if you're hellbent on going down there to get your hands dirty. You'll need these." He said, with a wink, as he opened a small box.
'Brass knuckles? Fuck yeah!' I thought, excitedly, as Jasper snickered at my excitement, knowing how I tended to work in these situations.
Also realizing that he was replacing the set that was stolen in Brooklyn a while ago. He winked at me again before giving me a nod before moving away.
"Thank you." I whispered, unable to hide the smile that appeared on my face.
"Sorellina, before you use those, might I suggest that you start by doing what she did to you. Give her a taste of who you really are and what you can truly do. I know you are more than capable of doing so, you used to mop the floors with us. That puttana shall be a piece of cake." Aro said, pinching my cheek lovingly, causing me to frown at him as I swiped at him, causing him to chuckle. ( Little sister/ bitch)
Aro always was the awesome, always supportive older brother type, but was an ass too.
"Asshole." I murmured as someone else walked over to where I stood.
"Be careful, Itsa." Carlisle said before pulling me into a quick hug and stepping back.
"I will." I softly said as he moved away.
It was as if they were all getting ready for the worst. I wasn't that useless but of course they didn't know that yet.
Knowing Seth has got Lauren away safely meant that I can now take my revenge out on this bitch, one I knew definitely deserved the fate waiting for her.
I knew this could go two ways, but I hope that I made my message clear. Nobody fucks with my family and lives to see another day if I had anything to say about it.
I hoped that my actions today didn't result in an all out war. But if it did I would definitely be ready for it. Not too many people cared about Horacio and his family, our allies had made that clear a long time ago.
"Mia cara ragazza, be true, be strong, and be fierce." Nonno Lesandro said, hugging me and kissing my forehead. (My dear girl.)
"Grazie, Nonno." I replied, hugging him back. (Thank you, grandfather.)
Just as I was about to walk out of the room, when Senior suddenly appeared before me.
I tilted my head in wonder as I stared at the older version of Edward. His father. The head of this family. The man who held your life in his hands, and you wouldn't even know it if he willed it so.
"Dolce ragazza, you must remember not to do it for your love to the famiglia, but for your honor. That puttana, mistook your loyalty for weakness, she spit on your honor. Your famiglia's legacy." He said as I winced in response. "If you are unable to follow through with your vendetta, we will understand. We will love you either way. Just remember, dolce, this is your choice. It always has been." He expressed, as he handed me a brand new Beretta m9, along with an extra magazine, winking at me.
Score! Fuck yeah, a new toy!
"Grazie, padrino. Ci vediamo presto." I replied, gratefully, as I got teary eyed at the gesture.(Thank you, godfather. I'll see you soon.)
Excitement bubbled within my veins as I made a mental note of everything I could do with these weapons.
I was ready to end this bitch and send her straight to hell where she belonged.
"Are you ready, tesoro?" Elizabeth asked. (Dear)
I rotated my shoulders, cracking my neck before I looked at her.
Show time!
"Sono pronto, andiamo." I reply, tucking my new toys out of sight. (I'm ready, let's go.)
"Andiamo, dolce bambina." Elizabeth said, smiling at me as she led the way down the hall toward the entrance of the basement. (Come on, sweet girl.)
I hadn't noticed until now, but they had both changed out of their normal slacks and silk blouses, and open-toed kitten heels, and were now wearing simple cotton, black t-shirts, army green cargo pants, and black sneakers.
Much like I was.
"Pull your hair up, tesoro, blood isn't easy to get out of your hair. Smell wise, I mean." She mentions, smoothing down a nonexistent wrinkle on her shirt.
I nodded, reaching back to braid the tresses away from my face, remembering the time I had forgotten to pick up my hair while doing a job, and had to wash my hair for over two hours. Even then I debated cutting it shorter because of the disgusting smell. I didn't, but entertaining the idea was amusing.
I noted neither of them had their hands bare. They both wore cheap metal, chunky rings. Not just any rings, the thick kind that took up half your fingers. And what's more amusing, is that they wore them on most of their fingers, under thick black leather gloves.
Smart move on their part. It was a great way to keep their DNA off the evidence, should it become evidence anyway.
The thought almost made me laugh. But I stopped it before I gave myself away.
As the thought came to an abrupt halt as we finally reached the entrance of the basement.
Yet, I smirked as I cracked my knuckles, and rolled my head on my shoulders as I followed them down the concrete stairs and through a long narrow passageway.
"Brace yourself, dolce. The sight can be overwhelming." She warned, as we finally reached the door leading down to the basement.
I knew the smell all too well as we slowly made our way down.
Elizabeth slowly turned the lock on the doorknob and pushed the thick oak door out of the way. A familiar staircase was revealed as the door moved on its hinges, slowly, making a soft bang as it hit the back wall of the stone and cement-paved hallway.
We slowly descended the concrete steps into another hallway. Elizabeth leads us deep into the hallway before heading straight towards what looked like the end of the hall.
I watch as she pushes one of the rocks back, to reveal yet another hallway. The same hallway Jasper and I visited plenty of times over the course of the last few months.
"Brace yourself, it might reek in there." She said, grabbing a scarf before handing me one.
Oh yes, how could I forget the horrible, putrid smell of stale body odor combined with blood, piss, and shit that lingered in the air. Along with the smell of stale cleaning supplies.
"Just in case." She murmurs, wrapping hers around her neck.
Nonna Illiana and I both followed her suit, wrapping the scarf around me twice before swallowing thickly and bracing myself to the putrid smell.
She grabs a set of keys by the door and unlocks the thick metal door.
Upon pushing the door the familiar foul stench was released. No matter how many times I smell it, I still feel the same revolution as the first time. Immediately penetrating my nostrils, causing me to slightly gag and quickly pull up the scarf tighter around my face.
"Calmati, breathe through your mouth, dolce." Nonna Iliana advises. (Calm down/ sweet)
I nod in response, following her instructions slowly inhaling and exhaling through my mouth. It made things worse because I could now taste the foul air in the back of my throat, but I ignored it as I normally do.
As we walked in two guards stood in the room as the familiar nasally voice hurled empty threats at them.
Oh, this was just too good. Fate truly is a fickle bitch. Or maybe it was her sister, Karma? Either way, it played her right into my waiting hands.
"You are all going to pay for this! My father is going to make you all pay!" She screeched at the top of her lungs.
I quickly realize the guards are both women. Making the sight better. What makes it all the more better is who they are… my trust and loyal acquaintances. Sometimes this life was too amusing.
"Your father...and your mother, for that matter, will be taken care of soon enough." Nonna Iliana says, from the entrance, slamming the metal door shut behind us.
"W-what? M-my parents? What the fuck did you assholes do to my parents?!" She screeched, attempting to stand up, causing the bitch to jump only to be shoved back into her seat by one of the guards.
"We haven't done anything to them. But your mother will be the first of them to go, then it will be your idiotic father, though now, it seems you will be the first to go." Elizabeth said, as she lowered herself onto the chair in the corner.
Her expression shows unreadable emotions as an undercurrent of the calm, bored one she wore.
Nonna Illiana handed me a pair, as she too slipped hers on. "Tell me child, do you know who we are?" She asked solemnly.
The stupid girl stared at her as if Ilian didn't have her life in her hands. "You're—You're the Cullens. You and your family are very powerful, and rich, one of the richest families in the country, if I am not mistaken. You're also in all the social circles. And very important members of this county. It's where one wishes and can only hope to be." She stated, scoffing as if the predicament she was in, didn't matter.
Jessica acted as if she wasn't in any danger. Of course, she was wrong. Iliana Masen, if anything, is the most dangerous of all of us. She was like a Dionaea, or better known as a fly trap, slowly luring her prey and killing them when they least expected.
Sadly, I hadn't had the honor of seeing her in action, until now, that is.
"You have one part of it right. You see, there is a reason we are all-powerful, and rich...and that is because my family is feared. We are the essence of your fear. The very reason why so many families respect us." Nonna Iliana states, calmly.
We all watch expressionlessly as the blood drains from her poorly made face, and gulps nervously.
"If anything happens to me, people will notice." She tried, her calm voice beginning to waver.
"You are one of many puttani, who think they can fuck their way up the social ladder. A cheap replication of a beautiful unique masterpiece. If we do away with you, no one will miss you or notice your absence..." Elizabeth says in disgust, glaring at her.
Jessica gulped, began to look nervous, well that is, before her fishy eyes landed on me.
"What is that bitch doing here?!" She screeched, glaring at me.
Before any of us could register what was happening, Elizabeth was out of her seat and across the room. She backhanded Jessica so hard that fell sideways with the chair to the ground with a dull this and a groan. "Get her up. Now." Elizabeth ordered, pacing.
Jessica's groans were heard as she laid on the concrete floor. One of the guards quickly picked her up, setting her and the chair up again.
Elizabeth quickly yanked on a fistful of Jessica's hair, causing her head to snap back forcefully, before Elizabeth bent down to speak close to her face. "That young lady you just insulted, is Isabetta Swantorini, my goddaughter, and you will respect her in my presence or the presence of any other family female member, you got it, puttana?" She spat.
"Elizabetta, that's enough. We can't allow you to have all the fun, can we now?" Nonna Iliana said, as she grabbed something from the table. "Isa, what is it, she did to you? Can you give us all a demonstration?" She asked me, curiously.
I had the deep satisfaction of watching as the blood drained from the stupid bitch's face, as she turned to look at me, inquisitively.
Her eyes flashed with anger as she realized who I was.
Jasper and I had had a few run-ins with her and her husband. They, of course, always did the cowardly thing and sent their men to shoot at us, always escaping as they did.
It looks like their luck ran out though. Jasper informed me that he and our men had finally managed to apprehend them on the outskirts of town.
The thought of their terrified expressions made me want to laugh.
An angelic smile spread on my lips, as I looked over at her, I nodded vigorously before practically skipping over to her side, happily. The leather gloves were bulked due to the brass knuckles.
I scanned the objects on the wooden table. Only a few of them caught my eye. Though there were so many nice shiny toys.
"She caught me off guard. I was in my room, about to get ready for the day when she surprised me. She hit me in the back with one of the breakfast trays, and then hit me while I was on the floor disoriented." I say, remembering the last time I ran into this bitch.
She was pissed that we took down her human trafficking ring, which involved the FBI arresting all her little friends.
She had pulled a gun out at me thinking it would deter me, it didn't. When she pulled the trigger and the bullet hit me in the left shoulder, she proceeded to punch and kick me before she ran away.
She made a series of mistakes that night.
Her first mistake was underestimating me. Her second mistake was thinking I wouldn't find a way to get back at her. Her third mistake was thinking that I would forget.
I remember Jasper found me disoriented in that alley, practically passed out from the blood loss. It left me feeling angry and powerless.
Bitch would find out today exactly who she messed with.
With that thought I quietly move around the room while she is still disoriented. Then went in for the kill.
I could see exactly where Elizabeth had pulled. Sadly, she hadn't yanked hard enough for the fake extensions to give way. I pouted in disappointment.
"What were the words she used? Ah yes, dirty, crossbred twat." I say as I wrapped my hand around her poorly bleached, dried out hair, before I tugged in one hard, swift motion.
"No, not my hair!" She cried out, as it gave way and fell to the floor.
"You'll be losing more than your hair today, so I wouldn't worry too much about losing those fake extensions if I were you." Nonna Iliana commented dryly.
'Use that anger you are beginning to feel.' A voice said as my mind clouds for just a second.
"She said I was a materialistic bitch as she kicked me in the ribs." I repeated as I roundhouse kicked her in the ribs with as much force as I could muster, causing her to cry out louder in pain.
The memory of that night, still fresh in my mind.
"Please. I'm s-sorry." She gasped on the ground.
"Did you stop when she asked you to?" Elizabeth asked mockingly.
"N-no." Jessica rasped out in response.
"That's right. You laughed and mocked me… telling me I was unwanted, I always had been." I remember, yanking her by the hair up along with the chair. Back handing her again before I felt my hand close around the brass knuckles.
Her cheek bone gave way under the impact, with a loud satisfying crunch noise, causing her to cry out once more.
She shrieked out in pain, her sobs filling the air.
"In our family, when someone touches what does not belong to them, they lose a finger or a hand.. It really does depend on how severe it was. Tell me, Isa, what hurts?" Nonna asked, slowly taking a set of pliers.
"She kicked my back, and ribs. They're bruised, but I can manage. After she got a good kick in I managed to counter, I got her thigh." I said, motioning her right thigh.
"Gabriella, Natalia, hold her down." Nonna Iliana said, as she slowly approached her.
The guards quickly secure Jessica in her chair, as Nonna Iliana begins using a set of old pliers to rip off all of her nails. Both natural and fake.
Jessica's agonized screams filled the room as Nonna Iliana worked over her.
"Your father stole from us for many years. He was only left alive because I let him live. However, a few months ago, we discovered he and your brother, Maxwell, had been dealing with our enemy, the Volturi. So, imagine how much I regret my decision. Mercy. Such a poor weak decision on my part. I will rectify it today." Nonna Iliana promised as she slapped Jessica's other cheek.
"Maxwell?" She gasped in fear.
"Yes, didn't you know? Your older brother was working for Caius Volturi?" She asked.
"I-I— no, I didn't. I swear. My father told me he needed money so he told me I had to do this. I swear!" She cried.
"Jessica, Jessica, Jessica how can you not know? If you are the goomah of Alec, his eldest son." Elizabeth sneered.
Oh shit! Now, that I had not known.
"What? No! I'm not his mistress! I only fucked him once!" She cried, albeit weakly.
"You're lying! Both you and your mother are the same, both dirty, money-hungry puttani!" Elizabeth said, stabbing her in the leg with a stiletto knife, wiggling it to the side to drive it deeper into her leg.
"Elizabetta?" Nonna asked.
"I'm fine, mamma." She said, backing up as she slowly pulled out the knife.
"Isa, what else did this low life do to you?" Nonna asked, turning to look at me.
I walked back to the table. "She compared herself to me. She thought I got a boob job." I say embarrassed.
"Ah, yes. Your mother was blessed in that too." Nonna said amused.
"They are real?" Jessica gasped, as if offended.
No bitch, the only one offended here is me.
"Yes, they are, I don't need or want silicon enhancements." I replied, dryly.
"You bitch!" She sneers back weakly.
Elizabeth takes a small scalpel and walks over to Jessica. She jabs both her breasts in a quick motion. She then injects a clear liquid into her arm.
"What did you do?" I asked her, curiously.
"I punctured her implants." She states, solemnly.
"The injections?" I asked.
"That is a substance that will make the silicone react. Once the substance enters your bloodstream it'll be long agonizing hours before you die. The entire time you will wish for death but it won't come until we decide." She finally said.
She shouldn't be given a time frame! This bitch deserved to suffer!!!
"No!! She needs to suffer more!" I seeth, remembering as she ridiculed the fact that my sperm and egg donor were murdered.
Suddenly, I felt my vision tint in red. It was as if my mind checked out.
The only thing registering is the fact that she needed to suffer. She laughed at their deaths, and despite me hating those two with all my being, I would make her suffer. No one hated those two more than I do.
I wouldn't waste the time.
I felt as my hand wrapped around a smooth wooden surface. I moved it around testing out the weight in my hands before I walked over to the bitch and swung. The hammer connects with her knee cap, shattering it on impact.
Her agonized cries fed the anger that was burning through my veins, begging to be released. She pisses herself from the pain, adding more to the already foul stench that is permeating the air in the room.
Satisfied that she is now sweating, and sitting in her own filth. I proceeded to swing again with the other knee, hearing yet another satisfying crunch.
"I hope you were satisfied when you were able to hit me because that won't be happening ever again." I said, before walking over to the table.
I was about to grab another tool when I remembered my favorite toys. I don't waste any time. I quickly head back to the bitch only to realise she is passed out.
I slap her trying to wake her up. She doesn't respond.
"I need water." I command, distractedly.
Gabriella quickly moves out of the room only for a moment before coming back into the room with a large bucket of water. I quickly snatched the bucket from her and hurled the water onto the bitch.
Watching as she slowly opened her eyes, "Wake up, princess !" I sneered.
"I-I—" she gasped.
"You don't want to miss all the fun now, do you?" I cooed, letting out a giggle.