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After the visit from the FBI, I had camped out in the second living room, avoiding all things Edward. I had spent my time watching the ID channel; I was looking for ideas of how I could get myself out of this predicament. Stabbing Edward in his sleep seemed like a good idea, but I wasn't sure I could pull it off. I didn't think I could ever take anyone's life, even his.

I was in the middle of a 'Wives with Knifes' episode when Edward walked in. "I think it's about time we had a talk." I knew it was only a matter of time before he came looking for me, but I wasn't interested in anything he had to say.

"I have nothing to say to you." I said turning back towards the TV.

Edward sighed; he walked over to the TV and flicked it off. "I have ordered in dinner, it's on the dining table."

"I'm not hungry." I muttered.

"God you're so stubborn." He snapped, before taking a deep breath. "Please just come and eat something, you haven't eaten a proper meal since Monday." He came over to me and reached out for my hand.

"Did your minions tell you that?" I mumbled.

"Bella, please don't antagonize me. Can we just have one civilized conversation without any playground spats? I'm sure you must have something you would like to discuss with me."

"Fine." I snapped as I got up off the couch, and knocked past his hand.

I made my way through to the living room; I heard his footsteps echoing after mine. When I reached the table, I found it covered with a variety of containers. "I wasn't sure what you would want, so I ordered a few things for you to choose from." Edward smiled; he looked pleased with himself as if a few containers of Chinese food were going to make up for everything he had done.

I didn't say anything.

I sat down at the table, picked up one of the cartons, and grabbed a fork. My mouth was watering, everything smelled so heavenly.

"I'm taking you out Friday night," He said as he took his seat. "And I need you to be on your best behaviour." He paused, as if he was waiting for me to have an outburst, and when I didn't speak he continued. "We're going to a bar called Succubus; it's my Uncle's place. We usually meet there every Friday night."

"We?" I asked—curious as to who else he was referring to.

"My family."

"I don't want to go." I said shaking my head. If the rest of his family were anything like Jasper, then I didn't want to meet any of them. What did he expect me to do when I got there anyway—play the happy little homemaker? That wasn't likely.

"It's not about want, Bella." Edward said sternly. "The sooner everyone knows that you are with me, the safer you will be. Should someone try to hurt you they will not only be attacking me, but my family."

"Should someone try to hurt me?" I screeched. "Why the hell would anyone want to hurt me?"

"I put you in danger the moment I met you, Bella."

I was speechless, was he trying to mess with my head, or would someone try to shoot me the moment I stepped outside? Would someone try to kill me just to get to him?

"You don't need to look so scared; I won't let anyone hurt you." He said before tossing a piece of food in his mouth. He was acting as if someone threatening my life wasn't a big deal.

"I never asked for any of this." I mumbled.

"I know, and for that I am sorry, but when I saw you in the club I knew I had to have you."

"I'm not an object to be possessed." I glared at him. The sooner he realised that the better.

"Of course not, I want you to be my wife; I want you to love me … I want to make you happy." If this is how he treated someone he was supposed to care about … that he wanted to marry, then I never wanted to find out how he would treat his enemies.

"I want to go home." I pleaded. If he truly cared for me, then he would let me go.

"I can't, I won't let you go." He snapped, slamming his fist on the table. He took a deep breath as if to calm himself. "I can give you everything you ever wanted."

"Everything, except my freedom," I spat. I got up to leave; I couldn't sit here with him anymore.

"We're not finished here, sit down." He ordered, pointing to the chair.

I ignored him and headed towards the lobby. Edward got up and came after me grabbing hold of my wrist and spinning me around. "That's another thing I want to talk about, punishments."

"What? Do as I say or we kill your father?" I snapped.

"No. I won't hurt your father, Bella …" He sighed. "I want you to start showing me respect. I want you to stop with the swearing and back chat, and no more knives or trying to escape."

"And if I don't?" I asked, trying to yank my arm free.

"Then I'm going to spank you." He said, clutching onto my arm tighter.

"No." I yelled at him. "Don't you dare put your hands on me."

"It won't be like the first time, I promise. I lost my temper, and I should never have hit you that hard." He reached up to touch my face, but I jerked my head away. "But it will sting Isabella."

He let go of me and took off his suit jacket. He then proceeded to roll up his selves. "So what's it going to be Bella, are you going to be a good girl and sit back down or am I going to have to spank you?"

A shiver ran down my body and into my core.

I didn't want to sit back down and listen to what he had to say, but I didn't want him spanking me either. Even if the thought of it did something to my body I quite didn't understand.

Edward cocked his eyebrow at me as he waited for my response. He seemed to be enjoying my torment.

I sighed in defeat and sat back down in my seat. Edward also took his seat, looking rather smug. "Tomorrow I will have the boys bring over your things, it should help make you a little more comfortable, and if it pleases you, you can pick one of the spare bedrooms."

I was beginning to suspect he had a split personality's, and I never knew what side of himself he was going to show next. The thought of having my own room and all my things here with me for the remainder of my stay might make being here more bearable. At least until I got the chance to run away.

"When I feel as if I can trust you then you can start to take trips outside of the apartment without me, but you will always have a bodyguard with you, for your own safety." He made it sound as if there were an army of assassins outside waiting to kill me. Was he trying to scare me so I wouldn't want to leave the apartment?

"I want to go back to work, and college." I demanded. "I want to see my friends. I want my life back." You know the one I had before you came along, I added silently.

"No, it's out of the question." He shook his head.

I sighed, he had all the control and didn't seem willing to compromise. I had to find a way around him.


I did the final check on my hair and make-up before I went into my underwear drawer and pulled out Jacob's calling card. I slid it inside my bra. I wasn't sure whether Edward would stalk my every movement or if I'd get to move around on my own at the bar, but I wanted to have the card with me should the opportunity arise.

I headed out into the lobby; the clicking of my heels brought Edward from his room. He smiled when he saw me. "You look beautiful Bella." He said, placing a kiss on my cheek. I flinched away a little too late.

I had to admit Edward looked extremely handsome in his navy suit, and his cologne made me feel hungry with lust, but it wasn't enough to make me forget who he was.

Edward took my hand in his; entangling our fingers, he pulled my hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on my hand. "I hope for your sake you can behave yourself tonight Isabella."

I didn't answer him as he led me into the elevator. I did plan to behave as long as I didn't see a chance to escape. I knew it wouldn't be a smart idea to anger him in a room full of gangsters.

When we arrived downstairs, Garrett was waiting for us by the car. He nodded his head to Edward and hurried to open the door. Edward gently pushed me inside the car, before sliding in behind me.

"What are you so worried about?" Edward asked, eyeing me as I fidgeted with the corner of my dress.

"You're making me go to a mafia bar, how do you expect me to act?" It worried me that we were going to a bar where it was more than likely that every person in there would be carrying a gun, and most of those people would be drinking alcohol; it didn't make for a good mix. I was worried about what would happen when people got drunk and started to fight.

"No one will touch you, Bella." Edward said patting my leg. He didn't seem concerned.

A few minutes later the car stopped, and Garrett opened the door. At that moment, I felt as if I was about to be sick. Edward climbed out and offered me his hand. I ignored it. Now that we were here, I really didn't want to go inside. I would happily go back to his apartment if he let me.

Edward leaned into the car. "Take my hand, now." He said bitterly. I could tell he was annoyed that I wasn't 'behaving'.

I didn't want to make him angry, so I tried pouting, and giving him the sad eyes. "I feel sick, can't we go back?"

"No." He snapped. "Now take my hand."

I could feel tears begin to well in my eyes. "Please." I pleaded with him.

Edward sighed. He slid in the car and pulled me to him, placing a kiss on my head. "Nothing will happen to you." He pulled back and looked into my eyes. I wasn't sure what he was searching for, but he must have found it.

He climbed back out the car, holding onto my hand and pulling me with him.

The bar wasn't what I had been expecting. The front windows were blacked out, and the outside door had no sign above it; you wouldn't have known it was there unless you were looking for it. There was a doorman standing outside, who pulled the door open for us, and Edward led me inside.

After seeing the outside, I expected the inside to be run down and dreary. How wrong was I? The inside was decorated in a rich cream and gold color and looked extremely well maintained. There was a stage to the left of us, and the bar was up against the back wall. Tables and chairs were spread around the room and every one of them was filled with patrons. There had to be at least a hundred people in the room. Who knew there were so many gangsters in New York?

I was extremely intimidated.

Edward squeezed my hand and led me up to the back of the bar towards a large table in the corner. I felt nervous, and I didn't have any idea what Edward's family would be like, or how they would treat me.

Sitting at the end of the table were three women. The oldest woman saw Edward approach and jumped up to her feet. "Edward." She smiled, pulling him into a warm embrace; he kept his hand locked with mine the whole time. When she pulled away, her eyes fixed on me. "Who is this?" She beamed.

Edward smiled proudly. "This is Bella. Bella, this is my mother, Esme."

Esme wrapped her arms around me. "It's so nice to meet you Bella."

"It's nice to meet you too." I mumbled awkwardly, not wanting to be rude. I wondered if she had any idea who I was, or if she even knew that Edward was keeping me against my will.

"I'm Alice." A voice squealed beside me. I turned around to see who had spoken, and was engulfed in a set of tiny arms. "I'm so excited to finally meet you." She screamed.

I looked at her confused. I had no idea who she was, but she obviously knew I who I was.

"This is my wife, Alice." Jasper said, stepping up behind her, and placing his hand on her shoulder. Alice looked up at him, beaming with love. I eyed the two of them as they stood there together, looking so happy, but I didn't understand how she could love someone who was so cruel, so heartless. It was only the other day, when Jasper had threatened to kill my father.

Jasper leaned over and placed a kiss on my cheek, I cringed. "You look lovely, Bella."

I saw Alice give him a confused look. I hope he had trouble explaining that one to her, asshole!

I turned my attention towards Edward; I caught him watching me, a small smirk played on his lips.

He pulled me away from them, which I was grateful for, and led me to the woman sitting next to his mother. "This blonde bombshell is Rosalie, Emmet's wife."

"It's nice to meet you." Rosalie said, stretching her hand to me. I shook it and smiled at her, not wanting to be rude. But my first instinct was to stay as far away from her as possible, she looked cold and calculating.

"Come." Edward said, yanking at my arm. "I want you to meet my father." He pulled me towards the top end of the table where a group of men were talking. I recognised one of them as Emmett.

As we walked over my eyes locked with the head of the table. He was a cruel looking man; he made me shiver with fear. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me. "What's she doing her?" He spat.

Edward flinched at the hostile reception. He pulled me close to his side. "She's with me."

"She has no right to be here." He shouted as he stood up, banging his fist on the table.

"She's my fiancée; she has every right to be here." Edward roared. "What's your fucking problem?"

A handsome blonde-haired man stood up. "Why don't we all calm down?"

"No!" Edward roared. I knew he was about to lose his temper, so I tried to take a step back, but he held me to his side. "I want to know what his fucking problem is."

"I don't like when you bring outsiders into my club."

"You know who she is." Edward growled. "Your just being a fucking-"

I felt a hand on my shoulder; I turned to see Jasper looking at me with apologetic eyes. "Go with Alice to the bar." He said motioning to where she was waiting for me.

Jasper leaned over and whispered something into Edward's ear. He let go of my hand, and Jasper walked me over to Alice. "Everything's fine." He whispered in my ear. Well, it sure didn't look as if everything was fine. He went into his pocket and pulled out a stack of money, handing to Alice before he placed a kiss on her head and returned to the shouting.

Alice linked her arm with mine and started leading me towards the bar.

"Who was that?" I asked her, glancing back towards the shouting. Emmett was now holding Edward back. I could see Edward flapping his arms around, he was in full temper mode now. I knew I would probably end up on the receiving end of that.

I dared a glance towards the other guy, the one who gave me the creeps. No one seemed to be holding him back, but he seemed to be egging Edward on as if he wanted to fight him.

"Oh, that's 'Ez the Gouger'." Alice said, drawing my attention back to her.

"Huh?" I looked at her confused.

"Apparently he likes to gouge out eyes." She shrugged.

I stopped walking and looked at her implying 'that was definitely too much information.' How could she possibly be comfortable with this stuff?

"He's 'the' boss," Alice said pushing me so I'd start walking again, "Also known as Uncle Eleazar. He can be a little intense at times, but I'm sure you'll get used to that, after all, you're living with Edward."

As we walked up to the bar a few of the men moved out of Alice's way, as if she was someone of importance. "A vodka and diet cola," She said to the bartender and then turned to me. "What do you want?"

"I don't know… a white wine?"

She smiled at me and gave the bartender my order.

"Where's the toilet?" I asked her. I could use a few minutes to myself; this place was a little intense.

"To the left and down the corridor; do you want me to come with you?" She asked with a concerned look on her face.

"I'll be fine." I turned from her and made my way through the busy bar and down the short hallway.

I went into the restroom and ran the tap, lightly patting some cool water on my neck. I felt as though I might have a nervous breakdown. This was too much for me. I wasn't used to all this drama and craziness. I had enjoyed my life before Edward came along. Sure, nothing exciting ever happened, but I didn't mind that. I took great comfort in everything being planned out, knowing what was going to happen and when, no surprises.

I headed back into the corridor after a few minutes, and my eye caught a pay phone on the wall.

"Hey." I shouted at a man walking past. "Do you have a quarter?"

"Here sweet cheeks have several." He said, smiling at me while grabbing a handful of change from his pocket and placing it in my hand.


My heart started racing at the thought of being caught It would push Edward over the edge if he found me, but I wasn't sure when I would get another chance to use a phone again. I sat the money down on the top of the box and put in a few quarters. I pulled Jacob's card out from my bra and dialled his number. It started ringing, and I held my breath.

"Hey, who are you calling?" I jumped when I heard Alice's voice.

I quickly hung up the phone. "No one," I gulped. I'm sure my face had guilt written all over it. Her suspicious stare didn't help to ease me at all.

"There you are." Edward said from the top of the corridor.

I jumped, quickly putting my hands behind my back. My first and only concern was to hide the card. If he found me with it then I knew he was going to freak, and he already looked wired.

"What's the matter?" Edward said eyeing us both. I was starting to panic, I knew I couldn't lie.

"Nothing." I shook my head.

I felt someone pull the card from my hand and turned, in a panic, to see who it might have been. Alice smiled up at me. "Shall we go?" She said looking between us both.

I nodded. I was terrified she was going to show Edward the card and tell him what she caught me doing.

Edward took my hand and started pulling me along the corridor. I glanced behind me to see Alice scrunch up the card and toss it in the bin.

It seemed I had an ally.

I mouthed a thank you to her, and she smiled.