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This is the sequel to Dark Velvet. This part of the story will be full of angst and drama. There will be moments where you will want to murder Bella and there will be moments where you will want to cry along with her and the same can be said for Edward.
I hope you all enjoy the second part of Edward and Bella's story.
I made it inside of the street, don't ask me how I made it in, I couldn't tell you. Maybe Ronnie dragged my ass in, or maybe I dragged my own, I don't know and I don't give a fuck. I felt empty, hollow, there was nothing left for me, she had taken it all with her.
Alcohol was good now, I welcomed it as it burned my throat, because it made me feel something. As I stumbled into my office, I opened a few drawers until I found what I wanted. I made a line and snorted the white powder, it too felt welcoming.
"So, this is what you're going to do; sit here, snort cocaine and drink yourself to death, snap the fuck out of it," Ronnie yelled.
"Leave him alone," Victoria said. She was always on my side no matter what I did.
"I have nothing left, so drinking myself to death sounds pretty fucking good to me," I said, taking another swing from the bottle.
"I told you this would happen. How long did you think you could have lied to her for? You should have left her alone months back," he said, taking the bottle out of my hand and smashing it into the corner.
"I couldn't leave her alone, it was never an option," I said.
I did want to leave her alone, especially after I found out who she really was, but there was something there pulling me in her direction. When I would look at her, touch her, there was something that would hold me captive, refusing to let go and I didn't want to let go. I think...No, I know I've always loved her, it just took me a fucking long time to realise that was what I was feeling for her was just that, love.
Maybe if I would have told her sooner, maybe if I was different she might of stayed, might have heard me out. But, what could I possibly say that could make any of this better. I killed her parents and then I married her. She was right, we...I should have killed her all those years ago, it would have been better.
Now that I think about it, she had me captive back then too. I couldn't kill the little girl who looked at me with such trust in her beautiful brown eyes. This may sound wrong, but I now realise that I didn't fall in love with her now, I fell in love with her all the way back then. God, I am such a sick bastard.
"Are you two going to tell me what the fuck is going on?" Victoria asked.
"No, but you can go and call Aro tell him to track her phone, we have to find her," Ronnie said.
"You told her." I pointed an accusing finger at him.
"Do you think I'm that fucking stupid," he raised his brow.
"How did she find out?"
"It had to be Caius."
"He was not allowed in, security was made well aware of that," I yelled.
I jumped out of my seat and started pacing the floor back and forth threading my fingers through my hair, I got a sudden charge of energy.
"It's a large property Ed, if he wanted to get in I'm sure he found a way."
I stormed back to my desk and started opening drawers. Pulling out two pieces, one I tucked in the back of my pants and the other I held.
I grabbed the keys for the 4x4 and stormed out.
Ronnie was hot on my trail. He jumped in the passengers seat.
"Slow the fuck down. What are you going to do, just go in there like you are now? You're going to get yourself killed. Take a few fucking deep breaths and calm the fuck down," he said.
"There is nothing that is going to stop me, I put this off long enough. I should have done it months ago. No more waiting, that fucker dies tonight," I said through clenched teeth.
Caius's death made me feel better, but it wasn't nearly as satisfying as I had imagined it would be. There were more deaths than planned. There was Lucia and the housekeeper, unfortunately for them, they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and then there was Tony and Carlo, but nobody gives a fuck about them.
All the news reports were calling it a massacre. So I may have gone a little bit over board. No guns were fired, but one by one they all had their throats sliced opened, not my usual method, I prefer to keep things clean, but somethings can't be avoided, and by the end of it all, Ronnie and I were standing in a mass pool of blood.
After it was all done, I drove the stolen Honda an hour and a half out of the city limits and set it ablaze, along with our clothes and the file I had on Bella.
As news of Caius's death broke out, I became the head of the family, everything was now mine.
At the funeral, members from other families, as well as Caius's inner circle acknowledged my new title, they toasted to me and kissed my hand.
Some would ask about my wife, where was she? How come she did not attend the funeral?
My mother saved my ass then, telling everyone that Bella had caught a very nasty virus and was too unwell to even lift her head from the pillow.
The gullible wives all believed my mother, and the next day Victoria had called to tell me the house had been swarmed with flowers and chocolates, get well cards and balloons.
No doubt that the wives had all been instructed to play nice so that the husbands may get on my good side.
I haven't been home in weeks, since kitten left. I can't go in there anymore, everything reminds me of her. Her smell; the floral fragrance that was unique only to her lingered in the air, on the pillows and sheets in the bedroom.
It did not matter what room I was in, I could still smell her, feel her everywhere. I could not even climb in my own car after Jasper had picked it up from John's.
Ronnie's main priority was to find Bella at all costs, however, that had not been going as well as I had hoped. He informed me that the GPS locator in her phone had been disabled and Aro was unable to establish a location. I wondered when she had found out about that?
I messed up. I messed up big time and I didn't know what I could possibly do to make it better again.
She means everything to me, and yes, it took me a long time to admit to her that I loved her, but she told me I was too late. I can't be too late, I'm going to find her and somehow make all this right, I have to.
I'm sitting at a table at After Dark, somewhere tucked in the back. This is where I've been for the past couple of weeks and when I'm not here, I'm at my apartment in downtown.
I had my coke lined up in three neat lines and a bottle of vodka in my hand. This is all I can do, this is the only thing that numbs my pain. When I'm high I don't feel, when I don't feel I can function, I can get things done and I had a shit load to do now that Caius was gone. I had people wanting to see me almost everyday for sit downs. Caius had a lot of shit that we weren't aware of and now I was left with it all.
Dad, as much as he never wanted any part of this business, has taken over all that stuff for me, him and Jasper, until I get my head together, if I ever do.
Jasper has been smart enough to keep that short thing away from me. The last time I saw her she hit me with a bat, not that I can blame her, Nonna actually cheered her on and took a swing herself.
"Well, there's a face I haven't seen in awhile."
I knew that voice all too well.
"Tanya, sit down."
"Coke and booze, either you're celebrating or trying to forget, and seeing as you're here all alone, I'm going with the latter," my ex submissive said.
She was always too smart for her own good, and was always getting punished for it too.
"What's the matter, married life not all it's cracked up to be?"
"What are you doing here Tanya?" I asked, snorting one line.
"I'm in Chicago visiting family and thought I'd drop in and say hi," she said with a shrug.
"Hi," I said. "How did you know I got married, it wasn't exactly made public."
"Please," she scoffed. "The women in this place have been in mourning since your wedding day." She laughed.
"I haven't noticed," I said. Everyone has been acting the same as they always do, nothing was out of place.
"I'll be honest, I was hoping I could meet the woman that managed to tie you down."
"Tough luck, and we are no longer talking about my wife anymore," I said, doing the next line.
"What are you doing here all by your lonesome self?" she asked.
"I'm not lonely anymore," I say, giving her a smirk.
She smiles back, and I can feel her hand travel up my thigh underneath the table.
I really don't have to drag Tanya back to my office, because she comes more than willingly.
She want's to kiss me, touch me, but she knows I don't allow that, and now I have her bent over my desk.
"Please punish me, sir. I've been so very bad," she purrs.
It's funny how once her pleas used to turn me on, now they just make me sick.
Seeing her bent over like this, like she has been so many times in front of me, naked and ready used to made me mad with want. Tanya is an attractive woman, and any man would be stupid to turn her down, but I wasn't even hard, and this all felt so wrong.
Her skin was bronze, not Ivory, her hair was blond, and not the luscious brown I love, her eyes deep blue and as cold as ice, not warm chocolate.
"Get up, put your things back on," I said, threading my fingers in my hair and pulling. What the fuck was I doing?
"Edward," Tanya said, a little taken back by my request.
"Please, just leave me alone, go."
There was a loud knock banging on the door.
"Ed, you have till three to open the door, or I'm gonna tear it down," Ronnie shouted.
Tanya hurried to put her panties back on.
She pulled her dress over her head and smoothed it out.
I opened the door just as Ronnie was getting ready to kick it in.
"What the fuck were you two doing?" he asked, eyeing the both of suspiciously.
"We were talking, is that a crime?" Tanya said.
"With the door closed?"
"Some things are better discussed in private. I did not realise that was a crime," Tanya challenged Ronnie.
He looked at her suspiciously. He was not buying that nothing happened.
"You had your private discussion, now fuck off," he said, holding the door wide opened for her.
"It was good to see you, Edward, if you need anything call me."
Ronnie slammed the door after her then turned back to me, one of his hands wrapped around my throat, he turned us around slamming my back into the wall.
"You fucking shit, you fucked her," he said through clenched teeth.
"I didn't," I said, trying to breathe.
"You have me out looking for your wife, and you're here fucking the ex," he said, his grip tightening.
"I didn't fuck her."
"You are fucking pathetic," he said, realising the death grip around my throat. "Get yourself cleaned up, I found your wife."
"WHAT," I shouted.
"How did you find her," I asked, grabbing a bottle of water. I poured it over my head hoping that the cold liquid would wake me up.
"I've been keep track of her for weeks, Edward," he said.
"You told me her tracer had been disabled?"
"Why the fuck would you do that? You've known where she was for weeks and you kept it from me."
"I thought I could trust you, and you do something like this to me," I said grabbing for my gun.
"You going to shoot at me now," he said taking steps towards me. "She needed the time away from you, hell, I still don't think she's ready to face you."
"Then why are you telling me where she is now."
"Because she's about to do something really stupid," he said, snatching the gun out of my hand. I didn't fight him, I let him have it.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, needing to sit down.
"I've been talking with her cousin. I called her today and Bella has an appointment tomorrow to have a...procedure done," he said, scratching the back of his neck.
"Is she sick, what's wrong with her?" I asked panic settling in. Something's happened to her, she's hurt, she's…
"She's having an abortion," he said "Gina has been trying to talk her out of it, but her minds made up, she doesn't want the baby. I have a flight set up, we leave in an hour. Her cousin gave me all the details of where they're going tomorrow, if you want to go and stop her, everything has been arranged, if not then stay here, fuck your whores and snort your coke, maybe its better this way."
It has been four weeks since I arrived in New York. My cousin Gina was more than happy to let me stay with her, she also promised to to breathe a word to anyone that I was here, for which I am very grateful.
Today is my first day alone. Gina had to go into work, which left me in an empty apartment all alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that I did not want to have. It's a lot easier for me to not think about anything that has happened the past couple of weeks, things were great over Christmas and New Year's because Gina as here to keep me company, but today I am all alone in her apartment, and while she lives in the middle of Manhattan, the silence in-between these walls is threatening to eat me alive.
My thoughts are all over the place again, thinking about things I do not want, things that I have pushed to darkest corner of my mind and locked them there.
I made myself a cup of tea, and for the first time in week, I turned on the TV.
There was not much on beside the morning shows, what did I expect it ,was only seven in the morning. I settled on Good Morning America only because the remote slipped from the armrest of the couch and onto the floor and I was too lazy to pick it up.
I sat and watched, not paying attention, but thankful for the sound the TV provided, until I heard that name.
"The FBI has revealed gruesome details about the Cullen Family Massacre," I heard the newsreader on TV say.
My head snapped up and my brain paying full attention to what was being said. Family massacre, more than one. Who? What happened?
"It has been four weeks since the bodies of underworld boss, Caius Cullen, his wife, two security personnel, and Mr. Cullen's housekeeper were found in their home by couple's 16 year old daughter. This morning the FBI and Chicago PD have revealed that the death does not appear to be related to Mr. Cullen's ongoing war with the De Luca family, who were first suspected to be at fault for the massacre. This appears to be the work of armatures, quite possibly a home burglary gone wrong, Detective Andrews said, he also said that on the night in question a maroon 1992 Honda prelude was seen parked outside Mr Cullen's home. Police are calling for anyone who may have any information to come forward."
I felt sick. There was no doubt in my mind who was responsible for Caius's death, but why kill his wife, as well and the housekeeper in such a horrific way?
My stomach felt uneasy and I couldn't stop what was about to happen.
I made it to the bathroom with no time to spare, hunching over the toilet, I emptied the contents of my stomach, or what little there was of it.
Hearing about Caius's death is not what has made me sick. I know what it is, and Gina knows what it is. She bought me a damn test, but I refuse to take it because if I do, then all of this will be real and I was not ready to face that yet.
# # # #
Two weeks had passed, I finally got the courage to take the test, well that, and Gina rather forced me to pee on it.
There was really no point in taking it. It confirmed what I already knew. How could I have been so stupid?
But I was on the shot…I never went back to the doctor; I was too busy, school, wedding, everything thing, it must have slipped my find, fuck.
I can't have this…this thing. I don't want it. I don't want anything that has to do with…him. I know what I have to do, what I am going to do.
"Bella, please think this through," Gina said. She came with me to the clinic. We were in the waiting room. I was filling out all the paper work.
"You said you will support me no matter my decision. Well, I've made my decision and it has to go."
"But it's your baby too, not just his, you'll be killing a part of yourself as well."
"It's not a baby, it's a thing and it has to go. I want it out of me…I want, it has to go," I said, as I handed the receptionist back the completed paper work.
I don't want this thing in me a second longer. I don't need this in my life, I don't need a constant reminder of him.
"Tell me what he did Bella, we can talk about it, we can figure something out," Gina tried.
I never told her what Ed…he had done, or why I ran away from Chicago, and she didn't push for answers. I left John and Mary a note explaining that I needed to get away and I had taken my car from the garage and left his on the driveway. I hated to do that to John and Mary, I hated to leave like that without so much as an explanation, or a hug goodbye, but if I would have stayed, he would have come home and…I can't talk about him anymore. Every time I allow myself to think about him, my chest hurts and I feel as if I'm being suffocated.
"There is nothing to figure out Gina, this is what I want."
"Bella, listen to me, you are going to regret this, maybe not right now but in time you will," she said, squeezing my hand.
"Maybe I will, but right now, this is what I want."
My name was called and I was led into the examination room. The nurse told me to take my clothes off and slip on a gown and that the doctor will be in shortly.
I did as I was told and then I waited. Ten minutes had passed and no one had come, what could be taking so long. I was growing impatient and angry.
I kept looking down at my still flat stomach and my anger only grew. I wanted this damn thing out of me already, and they were taking their sweet fucking time.
The door opened and I turned around letting out a big sigh.
"Finally," I said under my breath.
However, my eyes landed on something, someone I never expected to see again.
His green eyes were filled with pure rage as they kept going from my stomach to my face.
"Put your clothes on," he said, his tone laced with the same rage that his eyes held.
It took me a moment to realise that he was actually here standing before me. I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't imagining all this. Each time I opened my eyes, his would become more intense, more furious.
"Are you fucking deaf, Isabella? I said put your clothes on," he demanded, but he made no move toward me.
After my initial shock wore off, I found myself getting angry as hell. Who does he think he is to demand anything from me?
"What are you doing here," I asked. Okay, so I realised I didn't sound half as angry as I was feeling, but so many thoughts were running through my mind right now. I'm having a hard time trying to sort them all out.
How did he find me?
Why is he here?
If he's here does that mean that he knows?
"Put. Your. Clothes. On. Now."
With each word, he would take a step in my direction.
I wanted to back away, run away from him, and run as far as I could, but my feet refused to acknowledge what my brain was screaming at them to do.
Finally, he was right here in front of me, eye to eye, our noses almost touching.
His scent hit me like a ton of bricks. It invaded my senses and made me weak at the knees. My mouth was dry and my breathing uneven. I felt lightheaded, dizzy as the room started to spin with me. Spirals of blue and white circled around me until finally I was in his arms, crushed to his chest.
Why did I miss his hands on me?
Why did I have to miss him so much?
"Kitten, shit, don't pass out on me," he said, holding me steady.
I felt us moving, him lifting me off the floor and sitting me on the bed.
"What's going on in here?" an unfamiliar voice asked.
"Nothing. I'm taking my wife home," Edward said.
"No," I said. I didn't want to go with him, as much as I missed him, I couldn't. I came here for a reason, and I'm not leaving till it's over and done with.
"Sir, please leave the room," the voice said. Understanding came to me that it has to be the doctor. Great, where was he twenty minutes ago?
"After my wife is finished dressing."
The doctor looked down at my file and back up, his eyes flickering between the two of us.
"Miss Brandon, is this man your husband?" he asked.
I nodded, not sure, that I could verbally admit that I was married to this man.
"Miss Brandon," Edward scoffed "It's Mrs. Cullen."
"Will you get the fuck out already?" Edward said, turning to him. As he did, his sweater rose up and I could see the cold metal of his gun around his waist.
I don't know why I did it, but I reached out and pulled his sweater to cover it up. He turned and gave me puzzled look till he realised what I had done.
"That's it, I'm calling security," the doctor announced.
"And tell them what? I'm having a conversation with my wife, go ahead."
"To me, sir, Miss Brandon looks very uncomfortable by your presence," he said digging out a phone.
"Motherfucker, do you think anyone cares what you think?" Edward said, with that dark chuckle of his.
"Have it your way, sir."
The doctor left, slamming the door behind him, although something told me he wasn't going to be gone long, and when he comes back he'll likely have company with him.
"I'm not going to ask you again, put your clothes on or I will drag you out of here in nothing but that poor excuse for a gown."
I believed him when he said that, because I know firsthand what he's like when he doesn't get his way, but this is one of those situations I won't let him win. He can threaten, he can say and do whatever he likes, but I need this, and no matter what I will not leave here today with this thing still inside me.
"I have an appointment and you're wasting my time," I said, folding my hands over my chest. "May I suggest you leave before the doctor gets back, because there is no doubt he'll be back with security. We wouldn't want you to end up in handcuffs, now would we."
"Hmm," was the only sound he made.
He took his coat off. I was quick to jump off the bed but not quick enough to escape him. He threw his coat over my shoulders and wrapped it around my body, from one pocket he pulled out a scarf and secured it around my neck. I couldn't help but inhale the sent that the scarf offered. It was purely Edward, and again it invaded all my senses reminding me of how much I had missed him, but I can't let him do this to me.
His eyes bore into mine for the longest time, he was searching for something, what I don't know, but I don't think he found it.
"How can you even think of doing something like this?" There was no hiding the pain in his voice, and his eyes became red almost as if he were about to cry.
"I don't want this thing in me," I said through gritted teeth. Damn him for making me feel sorry for him.
"This is my child, our child," he said stretching his palm over my stomach.
The hurt in his eyes was replaced with his stone cold look.
"And in half an hours' time your child will be nothing more than medical waste," I said with a proud smile on my face.
The door burst open, my head turned to see Ronnie. Edward never took his eyes off me.
"Hey there, sweet cheeks, long time no see," he said with a fucking smile that I wanted to wipe right of his face.
"Fuck you," I said.
He held his hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt by my words.
"Ed, we gotta go, security is on its way up."
"Oh, would you listen to that, well you better run along then," I said.
Edward growled, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"Ronnie, grab her clothes and the cousin from the waiting room," Edward ordered.
I pounded my fists on his back screaming for him to put me down, but it was no use.
Ronnie grabbed my clothes and then Gina too as we passed through the waiting room.
People were staring at us as we passed in horror, yet none of them made a move to stop this and help me, stupid morons.
Edward put me in the backseat of a car, he climbed in next to me, and Gina was on the other side effectively trapping me between the two of them, Ronnie climbed in the driver's seat.
"Did you tell him I was here?" I asked Gina.
"No, come on Bella, you know I wouldn't do that," she said, grabbing my hand.
"Sweet cheeks, your phone has a GPS locator on it," Ronnie said.
"My phone has been turned off ever since I left Chicago," I said.
"I may have opened it," Gina said.
"I wanted to know if you were really okay. I called John and Mary from your phone told them that you were okay and you were with me. They wanted to come down, but I told them not that you needed some time to yourself, they're really worried about you. You just up and disappeared, Bella."
"We didn't need the phone to be on. Bella. The tracker works if the phone is powered or not," Ronnie said.
"So, if you knew where I was this whole time, why didn't you come earlier, why now?"
"The thing about that, sweet cheeks, I knew where you were but that fucker back there didn't. I figured you needed your space."
"So why did you decide to tell him now, why are you two here now?"
"I called you yesterday and your cousin answered, she told me what was going on," Ronnie said, looking at me the rear-view.
"You told you me you didn't say anything," I said to Gina.
"I had to do something, you were about to make a big mistake, Bella," she said.
"I don't believe this, I trusted you."
"Don't be mad at her, sweet cheeks, she's only looking out for you and the baby."
"There will be no fucking baby, do you all understand that. I am going to get rid of this thing, and then I am going to rid myself of all of you."
Besides me, Edward gripped my hand to the point of pain, it took everything in me not to cry out.
"Drop Gina home, and then were going to home." Edward said.
"I am not going anywhere with you," I spat at him.
"Don't fucking push your luck with me, kitten. I'm controlling my temper, but I swear to God I'm about to fucking lose it, and you're going to be on the receiving end," he said.
"Fuck you," I said.
He grabbed my jaw roughly, making me stare into his blazing green eyes filled with rage.
"Watch your fucking mouth."
Two hours later, Gina was dropped off home. Edward and Ronnie came up to make sure I packed my things. I did not, Edward did it for me. I have not said a word to him since the car ride, and I don't plan to. He cannot do this to me, he cannot control every aspect of my life, and what goes on inside my body. He lost all right to do that the moment I found out the truth.
The truth still hurt, and it stung to think about it. It made a gaping hole in my heart knowing I had betrayed my parents, my brother, by not only sleeping with, but also marrying the man that killed them, and now I'm carrying his monster inside of me.
When Edward announced we were headed to the airport, I was excited, because airport security is so tight, now all I have to do is scream help, and I know I'll be taken away from him.
My excitement was short lived when Ronnie pulled onto the tarmac alongside a private jet. I sighed, frustrated. Damn it, there goes my escape plan.
"What's the matter, kitten, you thought I would take you through the main terminals, you thought you would have a chance to escape," there was no hiding the smugness in his voice.
I stayed silent, knowing I did not have a way out of this.
"You left once, but you will never leave again."