A/N: A massive thank you to my rock, Sherry xx
After the visit from the FBI, I had camped out in the family room, avoiding Edward. I spent most of my time watching the ID channel. I was looking for creative ideas of how to get out of my present predicament. Stabbing Edward in his sleep seemed like the best idea, but I wasn't sure if I could actually pull it off. I wasn't sure I could ever take a life, not matter how much they deserved it.
I was currently in the middle of a 'Wives with Knives episode when Edward walked in. "I think it's time we talked," he stated, standing beside me.
I knew it would be only a matter of time before he came and sought me out, but I wasn't interested in anything he had to say.
Infuriated by my silence, Edward walked over to the TV and turned it off. "I ordered dinner, it's on the dining table."
"I'm not hungry," I muttered.
"God you can be so fucking stubborn at times," he hissed. He took a deep breath and grabbed his hair in frustration. "Please," he begged. "You haven't eaten a significant meal since Monday. Come and have dinner with me."
"Did your minions tell you that?" I asked, staring at the blank screen. "They would know, after-all, you had them spying on me, following my every move."
"Don't antagonize me," Edward growled. "What's done is done. We can't change that. Can we please just have one civilized conversation without the childish spats? I'm sure you must have things that you want to say to me."
I had plenty of things that I wanted to say to him, but I didn't think he would appreciate any of them. Curiosity got the better of me, I wondered what he had to say. So, I got up off the couch without a word and walked through the living room. The dining room table was covered with various containers. It looked as if Edward had ordered one of everything.
"I wasn't sure what you would like. So, I ordered a few things for you to choose from," Edward said, with a big smile on his face. He looked pleased with himself. As if a few containers of food were going to make up for everything he had done.
I didn't say anything. I just sat down and, picked up one of the containers. It smelled heavenly and my mouth was watering. God, I was starving.
"I'm taking you out Friday night," Edward said, as he took his seat. "I need you to be on your best behavior." He paused, as if he was waiting for me for me say something, when I didn't he continued. "We're going to a bar called Succubus. It's my Uncle's place. We usually meet there every Friday night."
I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say. Was I supposed to be grateful that he was taking me out? Didn't he realize that I didn't want to go anywhere with him? I settled for a simple question in the end. "We?" I asked, wondering who he was referring to.
I sighed. If the rest of his family were anything like Jasper, then I didn't want to meet them. "I don't want to go," I said, shaking my head, but I knew he wasn't giving me the option.
"It's not about wanting, Bella," Edward said sternly. "The sooner you ease into our way of life, the better, and the sooner everyone knows you are with me, the safer you will be."
"Are you saying that I'm not safe? That someone would want to hurt me!?" I screeched. "I don't understand. Why the hell would anyone want to hurt me? I haven't done anything."
"I put you in danger the moment I met you."
I stared at him, unsure what to say. I wasn't convinced he was being serious. Perhaps, he was just playing mind games with me, trying to scare me into being afraid to leave the apartment. Wasn't that what psychopaths did?
"There is no need for you to be scared. I promise I won't let anything happen to you," he said, as he ate away at his meal. He was acting as if all of this was no big deal, but then, I guess it wasn't to him. . He was a criminal after-all, and I bet killing came naturally to him.
"I never asked for any of this," I mumbled.
"I know. I'm sorry, but I couldn't stay away from you, even if I wanted to. When I saw you in the club I knew I had to have you."
"I'm not an object to be possessed," I glared. The sooner he realized that, the better.
"Of course not, and I don't plan to treat you as such. I want you to be my wife, Bella. I want you to learn to love me. I want to make you happy."
I had to hold my laugh in at the last comment. If he wanted to make me happy he was well off the mark. I was far from being happy, and if this was how he treated some he wanted to marry, then I never wanted to find out how he treated his enemies.
"I want to go home," I whined. If he truly cared for me, then he would let me go. Wouldn't he?
"You can't. I won't let you go!" he snapped. "I can give you everything you ever wanted. If only you will let me."
"Everything, except my freedom," I said, as I got up to leave. I suddenly wasn't feeling hungry and I certainly didn't want to sit with him any longer.
"We're not finished," Edward barked. "Sit down."
Too pissed off to care about his reaction, I marched towards the door. Edward caught up with me before I reached the hall. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. "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," he sighed. "I want you to start showing me respect. Stop swearing and back-talking, and no more knives or trying to escape," he ordered.
"And if I don't?"
"Then, I'm going to spank you."
"No!" I screamed. "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 shouldn't have spanked 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 proceeded to roll up his sleeves. "So what's it going to be, 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 spine, straight to my core. I didn't want to sit back down and listen to what he had to say, but I didn't want him touching me either.
Edward cocked his eyebrow at me as he waited for my response. He seemed to be enjoying my torment.
I sighed in defeat and went back to my seat. Edward sat down in his, looking rather smug. "Tomorrow I will have the boys bring over your things. It should help make you a little more comfortable here, and if it pleases you, you can pick one of the spare bedrooms. We won't share a bed until you are ready."
I was beginningto suspect he had a split personality. I never knew what side of him was going to show next. One minute he was harsh and then the next he was soft, as if he was trying to win me over. The man was giving me whiplash.
I didn't let him know, but I would appreciate having my own things here. It would make things a little easier for me, at least until I had another chance to escape.
"When I can trust you, you will be able to take trips outside the penthouse by yourself, but you will always have one of my men with you for your own safety. Until then, you will only leave the penthouse when you are with me."
He made it sound as if there wasan army of assassins outside waiting to kill me. I figured he was just trying to scare me. "I want to go back to work, college and I want to see my friends," I stated. "I want my life back," I mumbled. You know the one I had before you came along.
"No," Edward said, shaking his head. "It's out of the question."
I sighed. Was he ever going to let me do anything?
I did the final check on my hair and makeup before I went into my underwear drawer and pulled out Agent Black's card and slid it inside my bra. I wasn't sure if I would even get a chance to use it, Edward probably wouldn't let me out of his sight, but I wanted to keep it on me should the opportunity arise.
I headed out into the entryway, the sound of my heels clicking on the wooden floor caught Edward's attention. He came out of his office and smiled. "You look beautiful Bella," he said, leaning in to place a kiss on my cheek. I tried to flinch away, but I moved too late. His lips landed on their intended target, making him smile.
I hated that smug smile, and I hated the way he looked. He looked far too attractive for a psychotic criminal in that navy suit, with the crisp white shirt and is cologne … ugh! I knew that I was going to have to work at hating him and constantly remind myself of who he was and what he had done.
Edward took my hand. He entangled our fingers and pulled my hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles. "I hope you plan to behave yourself tonight, Isabella."
I didn't answer him. I wouldn't make any promises.
When we arrived downstairs, Garrett was waiting for us by the car. He nodded in Edward's direction when he saw us, then hurried to open the backdoor. Edward ushered me inside and then joined me in the backseat.
I wasn't looking forward to this. In fact, I really didn't want to go, but Edward didn't seem to care what I wanted. I just knew this was going to turn out to be a disaster.
"What are you so worried about?" Edward asked, eyeing me.
I laughed like he had asked a stupid question, because to me he had. "We're going to a mafia bar," I stated. It may be the normal for him, but for me it wasn't. I didn't want to be in a room full of criminals, especially ones who were going to be drinking and carrying guns. That wasn't exactly a good mix.
"Everything will be alright," Edward said, patting my leg. "No one will touch you, you're with me." He didn't seem the slightest bit concerned, and that did nothing to ease my worry.
When we arrived at the club I was hit was a wave of nausea. I would have done anything so I didn't have to go into that place, but Edward was determined. He climbed out the car and offered me his hand. I ignored it, of course. You would think he would have expected that move by now. He leaned into the car, glaring at me. "Take my hand. Now," he snarled.
I didn't want to make him angry. He was unpredictable when he was angry. So, I tried pouting at him instead. "I feel sick. I want to go back to the penthouse."
He didn't buy it. "No," he hissed.
"Please," I pleaded. I could feel my eyes begin to fill with tears.
Edward sighed. He slid into the car and turned to face me. "Nothing is going to happen to you here. You're safe here." He stared deeply into my eyes for a few seconds. I wasn't sure what he was looking for, but whatever it was he must have found it because he climbed back out of the car, holding my hand and taking me with him.
Succubus wasn't what I had been expecting. The front windows were blacked out, and there wasn't even have a sign. You wouldn't have known the bar was there unless you were looking for it. The only indication that there might be something inside was the doorman standing outside.
After seeing the outside, I expected the inside to be rundown and dreary, but I was wrong. The walls were decorated in a rich cream, with cold accessories to match. All the furniture looked new, and there were loads of tables and chairs all around the room. There was even a large stage on the left wall, and the bar was at the back of the room. The club was filled with people, it was practically buzzing. I felt incredibly intimidated.
Edward squeezed my hand. I presume it was supposed to reassure me. It didn't. He led me to a table in the far right corner. At the end of the table were three women, none of whom I recognized. The oldest of the woman saw Edward and jumped up to her feet. She looked extremely pleased to see him.
"Edward," she said as she pulled him in for a hug. Edward kept his hand locked with mine the whole time. When she pulled away, her eyes fixed on me. "Who is this?" She asked with curiosity.
"This is Bella. Bella," Edward said, gesturing towards the woman. "This is my mother, Esme."
Esme grabbed me, pulling me into a hug. "It's so nice to meet you, Bella," she whispered into my hair.
"It's nice to meet you too," I mumbled awkwardly, unsure what to say. His mother definitely wasn't what I was expecting. She seemed too nice to be his mother. Did she have any idea what her son was like?
"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. What did she mean finally, and did she know that Edward was keeping me against my will?
"This is my wife," Jasper said, stepping up behind her, and placing his hand on her shoulder. Alice looked up at him with a smile that I could only describe as pure love. Jasper stared back down at her equally memorized, which confused me. I didn't understand how she could be so in love with someone so cruel and heartless. I mean it was just the other day that Jasper had threatened to kill my father.
Jasper leaned in and placed a kiss on my cheek. "You look lovely, Bella."
I glared at him, which lead to Alice giving him a confused look. Jasper just laughed, making me glare at him harder.
Edward pulled me away after that 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 towards me. I shook it and smiled at her, even though a voice in my head was warning me to stay away from her. She looked so cold and bitter and incredibly fake.
"Come," Edward said, yanking at my arm. "I want you to meet my father." He pulled me towards the head of the table where a group of men were talking. Emmett was the only one I recognized. As we walked closer my eyes locked on the man sitting at the head of the table. He was glaring at me like I was a piece of shit on his shoe. "What is she doing here?" he hissed.
I immediately stopped walking. Edward flinched and pulled me close to his side. "She's with me."
"She has no right to be here!" the man shouted, banging his fist on the table.
"She's my fiancée. She has every right to be here!" Edward roared back. "What's your fucking problem?"
A blonde-haired man stood up, putting himself between them both. "Why don't we all calm down?"
"No!" Edward looked ready to lose his shit, I tried to take a step back, but he wouldn't let me. "I want to know what his fucking problem is."
"I don't like when you bring outsiders into my club," the man stated.
"You know who she is," Edward growled. "You're just being a fucking-"
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and turned around to see Jasper looking at me with apologetic eyes. "Go to the bar with Alice," he said, motioning to where she was waiting for me. Jasper leaned in and whispered something into Edward's ear, getting him to let go of my hand. "Everything is going to be okay," he said, as he took me over to Alice. It certainly didn't look like everything was going to be okay. I really didn't understand why Edward had brought me here if he knew this was how things were going to go. Jasper pulled a stack of money out of his pocket, and handed it to Alice. "Get Bella a drink." He placed a kiss on her head and then went back to where the men were still arguing.
Alice linked arms with me and started towards the bar.
"Who was that?" I asked her, glancing back at the shouting. Emmett was now holding Edward back. I could see Edward flapping his arms around as he shouted. He looked seriously pissed off. I dared a glance at the other guy, the one who was offended by my presence. No one was holding him back and if anything he seemed to be egging Edward on, like he wanted him to hit him.
"That's 'Ez the Gouger'," Alice said, laughing, drawing my attention back to her.
"Apparently he likes to gouge out eyes," she shrugged.
I stopped walking and stared at her. That was definitely too much information.
"He's the boss," Alice said, dragging me along. "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."
When we walked up to the bar, several men moved out the way, creating us a space. I was surprised by that action. "A vodka and diet cola for me," She said to the bartender and then turned to me. "What do you want?"
"A white wine."
She smiled at me and then passed on my order.
"Where's the restroom?" I asked. I could use a few moments to myself, away from the intense atmosphere.
"To the left and down the corridor," Alice replied. "Do you want me to come with you?"
I shook my head. "No, I've got it."
I entered the restroom and turned on the faucet, lightly patting the cool water on my neck, trying to calm my nerves. This place was too much for me. This life was too much for me. I wasn't used to all this drama and craziness. I enjoyed having a simple, quiet life, where nothing exciting ever happened. I would give anything to have that life again.
When I left the restroom, I spotted a pay phone in the corridor. It would have been the perfect opportunity to call Agent Black, but I didn't have any money.
"Hey," I shouted at aman walking past. "Do you have a quarter?"
"Sure sweet cheeks, have several," he said, whilegrabbing a handful of change from his pocket and placing it in my hand. He looked pretty drunk. I was sure he had no idea who I was, nor cared why I wanted the money.
"Thanks," I whispered, heading over to the phone. My heart started racing as I pulled out the card and dialed the number. I had no idea what would happen if I called Black, but I knew what would happen if Edward caught me.
I held my breath as the phone on the other end began to ring.
"Hey, who are you calling?" someone asked from behind me, making me jump.
I turned around to see Alice and quickly hung up the phone. "No one." I was sure my face looked guilty as hell. I just hoped she wasn't going to push the issue.
"There you are," Edward called from the end of the corridor.
Double shit! I quickly put my hands behind my back. I hadn't expected him to come looking for me so soon. I prayed that Alice wouldn't tell him anything.
"What's the matter?" Edward said, eyeing us both.
I started panicking. I couldn't lie for shit. "Nothing," I said, shaking my head.
Alice tugged the card from my hand. I turned to look at her, alarmed. "Shall we go?" She asked, smiling up at me.
I nodded, unsure what else to do. Was she going to show Edward the card and tell him what she caught me doing?
I walked along the corridor toward Edward, when I glanced back I saw Alice rip up the card and toss it in the trash. I was shocked by her actions. She was helping me. Maybe she knew what I was going through? Maybe this had happened to her too?
A/N: Thanks goes to SunFlowerFran & CristinaN who worked with me on the old version of this chapter.