A/N: I want to thank Twilightzoner who beta'd most of this story and helped me through a lot of the gunplay ;))

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1. Marked

I pulled up to the abandoned warehouse and parked the Volvo. After a brief glance around, I checked what was written in my Blackberry to make sure it was the correct place and the address corresponded.

The building was in obvious disuse, broken glass from shattered windows littered the pavement below, which was cracked and a dull grey. Yellowed weeds fought their way out out of the crags as they tried in vain to reach any semblance of sunlight. Toward the back of the parking area - I couldn't even call it a lot since it was more rubble than not - there were several abandoned cars, which looked as if they had been used as someone's residence. The door of one stood ajar, a crusted blanket hung out like a lolling tongue. The whole place had an air of abandonment so thick it almost choked you.

What the fuck is Aro up to? I thought frowning.

Looking toward the entrance of the building I recognized James and Laurent's cars. If the old man decided he was going to knock me off, I doubted he'd invite an audience. That's just not how you did things when you ran the underbelly of the city. He would have hired out a hit and had someone take care of me. Aro would never risk getting his hands dirty, not anymore, and not with so much talent at his disposal.

Even still, I made sure I was locked and loaded. If it came down to it, I would be ready. The .45 in my shoulder holster was checked, the clip was in and everything was in working order. I did the same for the smaller .38 in the ankle strap under my dress slacks. Reaching behind me I grabbed my suit jacket and shrugged it on once I exited the car, keeping it unbuttoned. Aro liked his men to look sharp at all times.

Walking towards the rusted metal door, I wondered again what I was doing here. I guessed I would get my answer soon enough. Opening the door, I removed my sunglasses, tucked them into the inner pocket of my jacket and waited for my eyes to adjust before taking a tentative step forward. The door had opened to a long corridor, and I heard voices up ahead. I walked quietly toward them until it opened up into a large room.

"Edward, my boy!" Aro called out, gleefully clapping his hands together. "Finally, you arrive. I was wondering if you would make it."

"I would never turn down a personal invitation from you, Aro," I said, inclining my head in a show of respect. My eyes flicked towards James and Laurent who were lounging around in metal chairs beside a table. The table was near a sturdy looking metal door that had a sliding panel set about five feet from the floor and a thick bolt which was currently engaged.

Aro beckoned me towards the door. He slid the panel aside silently, so I could look in the room. It was dingy and dark with just one bare light bulb. There was a chair and a cot as well as a bucket in the corner. A dark haired girl sat on the cot with her back to the wall. Her knees were drawn up, arms holding them tight and her forehead lay on her knees. She hadn't noticed that I was looking into the room.

I slid the panel shut and turned to Aro. "Who is she?" I asked in a business like tone. I felt nothing of the sort.

"Her name is Isabella Swan."

"Why is she here?"

I hadn't gotten a good look at the girl, but she didn't seem the type to be messing around with the mob.

"She's my insurance policy," Aro said dismissively.

Suddenly, things clicked into place. Swan. As in Charlie Swan, the small town sheriff who was being subpoenaed to testify against the family, and who could make sure Aro and his two brothers went away for a long time.

"You kidnapped a sheriff's daughter?" I hissed, grasping Aro's arm above the elbow. Aro looked down at my hand and raised a white brow. I immediately let go, remembering who this was.

"We will hold her until after Sheriff Swan testifies and has a lapse of memory."

"And then what?" I asked, trying not to sound horrified. It's not like I hadn't seen my fair share of unsavory acts, but this was an innocent girl, not a mob hardened criminal.

Aro merely shrugged his shoulders, and I narrowly kept from throttling him. I ran my hand through my hair and turned my back to him. Putting my hands on my hips, I took a few deep breaths to gather some composure.

"So, why have you called me here?" I asked, turning around.

"I wanted to offer her to you," Aro said, eyes sparkling merrily. I tried to keep my face from showing that I thought the old man had finally lost his ever-loving mind.

"Offer her to me," I asked, "as what?"

"As a gift! To show my appreciation of all you've done for the family." That's it, I thought, he has lost his mind.

"Thank you, Aro. I am honored, but I feel I must decline." I smiled thinly and turned on my heel to leave. I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

"Such a shame. She's a pretty girl. I guess I could always just let James and Laurent have a go at her instead." That stopped me dead. I could hear the men making lewd comments behind me, and I gritted my teeth together.

"You do not touch her," I told the two clowns menacingly. They shut their mouths quickly enough.

"Now, Edward," Aro chastised, "if you do not want the girl…" he shrugged again, and I contemplated putting a bullet in his head, right then and there. Cappo be damned. I knew this was a test of my fealty to the family and resented it completely.

I shrugged out of my jacket and holster, handing them to Aro, retaining the weapon in my ankle strap as a precaution. I strode towards the metal door, sliding back the bolt and pulled it open. The girl jumped and screamed slightly. Her eyes were puffy from crying, and her fair skin turned a whiter shade of pale at my approach. She scrambled into the corner as I stood watching her.

"Please, don't hurt me," she whispered, as large tears fell from her eyes.

I clenched my jaw, set on my task. I had to rape this girl, with Aro to witness. I turned towards the door and noticed the panel was only slightly open. That would make this infinitely easier.

"I'll do anything you want," she begged. "Just please, don't hurt me."

"Anything?" I asked raising an eyebrow. She nodded quickly, not quite understanding what I wanted from her. "Well, that should make this easy. Lie down on the bed," I said in a cold voice.

Comprehension flared suddenly in her eyes. She shook her head and skittered back further into the corner. I went to the bed and grasped her shoulders, dragging her forward.

"NO!" she screeched and flailed her arms at me ineffectually.

"You said, anything," I grunted, still pulling her towards me. "Now, lie down!' I backhanded her, angling the blow so that it would merely stun her into submission and not hurt her. She fell back to the bed, and I climbed onto it, shoving her knees apart so that I was in between them.

Luckily she was wearing a skirt, and I placed my hands under it, ripping the flimsy underwear she was wearing. Aro liked dramatics; he would enjoy this part of my show. The girl started to struggle and kick against me as I pulled my shirt out of my pants before undoing them.

"Stop! Please, stop! Oh God, please!" she sobbed as I lay my body on top of hers. She rained blows against my shoulders and scratched at my face, aiming for my eyes. I had to give her credit; she wasn't going to make this easy. I grasped her hands and raised them over her head holding them in one of mine.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I yanked her head to the side and she gave a scream as I pushed my hips hard against her. Good, that was nice and loud. Aro would think she had just been penetrated.

"Listen to me," I hissed in her ear, "I'm not going to rape you. But you have to pretend like I am." With that, I bit on her earlobe and she screeched again, mostly in surprise, but I mimicked another thrust at the same time. Once she realized I wasn't going to force myself on her, I felt her body go slack.

"Scream, God damn you!" I whispered, as I tightened the hold on the fistful of hair and gave her head a shake. "Fight me, for fucks sake!"

The girl finally realized that I had to make this performance convincing, and she came back to life. She bucked her hips as if she was trying to throw me off her body and pulled at her wrists, which were still locked in my hand above her head. She screamed and screeched at me and then finally started sobbing out of pure fright of her situation.

I continued to thrust my hips against her. I had merely undone my slacks; my back was to the door so Aro hadn't seen that my cock was still in my briefs. Luckily for the girl and me, because while I was merely simulating having sex with her, the friction was making me hard. I tried to keep my mind on the imminent danger we were both in, but that, combined with having a woman's writhing body under me, only exacerbated the situation.

Feeling what was happening, the girl's eyes snapped open and locked with mine. The fear in them was obvious. She most likely thought that since I had risen to the occasion, I might just stop acting. I gave an imperceptible shake of my head and then pretended as if I was reaching climax. The girl just lay there, whimpering, tired from all of her struggles.

Letting go of her hands, I rose to my knees and lowered her skirt gently. She rolled over onto her side and faced the wall. Her shoulders hitched and her whole body shook. She was still very scared and had every right to be. I wanted to reach out and comfort her, but that wouldn't have looked right. Instead, I made a big deal about doing up my pants.

My shirt hung out in front to hide the fact I still had an erection, and I prayed no one would notice. Stooping down, I picked up the remains of the girl's underwear and threw them at Aro as I walked out the door. He caught them one handed and smiled. He still had great reflexes for a man his age.

"I've marked her," I said, "Now she's mine." I turned to glare at the two clowns sitting against the wall, scowling. I knew no one would dare touch her now, she would be safe.

"Looks like the girl has marked you as well," Aro chuckled, pointing to my face. I reached up and felt three distinct gouges down my cheek.

I grabbed my gun and jacket and left the warehouse. Yes, she had marked me. I'd had no clue just how much.

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