Unbelievable is the only word that comes to mind when looking at the location that was selected to hold our game of craps. To think that, with my social standing, I am with these lowlifes, in a cow barn, gambling. What a heinous place to hold a game. From the looks of it, it is blatantly clear that they don’t clean it often. Looking around at the lunkheads who showed up, I have the feeling that my take of this evening’s game will be considerable. There is the police commissioner’s son, Jeremy, who I know for a fact was a horrible craps player, but he had deep pockets. I remember that the other two boneheads had been at a few games that I held, but I wasn’t exactly familiar with the tall blonde fellow who was standing by the barn door. He looks familiar, but I’m unable to place him. Perhaps it was at another game I was at and am too tanked up to remember. By the cut of his suit, he is well-to-do, and I plan to roll him before the night is over.
“Welcome gents, pass the hooch, plunk down your money, and let’s get this game started. It is an eagle buy in and 12-bit per game.” I commanded. I needed to weed out the ones with money and those who didn’t.
“Ah, James, those are pretty high stakes.” Jeremy whined.
“Come on, Jeremy, I know your pockets are heavy with your father’s money.”
“Hmm. All right, let’s play.” Jeremy groaned.
A few hours later, I couldn’t believe what was happening. Instead of winning, I was losing and losing big. The blonde fellow, who said his name was Jazz, was winning almost every game. He was an oddball, asking questions about my family and if I had a girl. I told him that I was to be betrothed to one Miss Alice Masen. The thoughts of Alice always made my thoughts drift to having a good grind with her.
I had no more money and the pot was one of largest I had seen in awhile. I knew if I could stay in, I could finally make some money. Reaching into my vest pocket, I pulled out my grandfather’s pocket watch. “This here, gentlemen, is a gold watch.” I said, placing it on the pile.
“That is not money. You wouldn’t be trying to hoodwink us, now would you?” Jazz asked, pushing the watch back to me.
“It is better that money. This watch is worth more than the bet.”
“I can’t use that.” Jazz barked.
“I don’t care; this is my bet. Roll the damn dice.”
Jazz picked up the dice; when they stopped rolling, I couldn’t believe my eyes. He had won yet again.
“You no good four flusher, you cheated!!” I yelled. That had to be the reason why he was winning so much.
“No, I did not, but if you want a chance to win it all, I have a proposition for you.” Jazz said.
Knowing that I needed some way to make the money back, and seeing I had nothing else to bet with, I was willing to do anything. “Sure, state your terms?”
“If you win, you get all my winnings. But, if I win, you break off your betrothal to Miss Alice Masen.”
“Why would you be concerned about my betrothal to Miss Masen?” I asked.
“It is none of your concern. Those are my terms; do we have a deal?”
A chance to win a load of money or chance to lose Alice. Well, she is only a woman and there will always be someone better that will come along. “Deal.” I said, holding out my hand. After a firm handshake, I was ready to win.
The dice was rolled; to my utter amazement, I lost again. In one roll of the dice, I had lost all my money, my grandfather’s pocket watch, and now Alice. My father is going to kill me. I went to get up, but my pant leg was caught on a nail under the table and, as I jerked to try to get it loose, the lantern overturned and landed on the hay. The flame of the lantern caught the hay on fire and in a matter of seconds the fire began to spread quickly. I was trapped and the flames were descending upon me. Looking up, I noticed that everyone was rushing out of the barn, leaving me to fend for myself. In their rush, they didn’t even pick up the money or my pocket watch. If I could get loose, I could still have the money. I yanked and pulled on my pant leg, but to no avail. The smoke and heat was becoming unbearable. My eyes were watering, I couldn’t stop coughing and my clothes were on fire. Blackness fell.
Edward’s main concern was to escort Isabella to safety. After just a few minutes of seeing the fire, he knew it had already grown in size and was growing more quickly by the minute.
“Edward, I am worried about my parents.” Isabella cried.
“I know you are, my dear, but your mother is at the hospital, which is on the other side of the town and your father is an experienced firefighter.”
“I understand, but I am still worried.”
“Let me get you to a safe location.”
They began walking toward the east end of town and with every step the reddish orange glow of the flames grew brighter and brighter. The smoke was swirling around them, as the wind began to blow. The streets were filling with panicking people, who were fleeing their burning homes.
Edward knew he needed to get Isabella to safety, but couldn’t tell where that was in the chaos. They continued down Canal Street, but, as they neared, Edward noticed that all the buildings were on fire. He quickly pulled Isabella aside, and headed down Adams, but, it, too, was engulfed in flames.
Isabella began to cough from the smoke, so Edward pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. “Place it over your mouth and nose.” he implored.
“What (cough) about (cough) you?”
“I will be fine, I need to take care of you, my dear. Please allow me to do that.”
Placing the handkerchief to her mouth, she gave him a nod and gripped his arm even tighter. He stopped and looked around, trying to find the best way to get them out of the fire. Edward couldn’t believe his eyes; down the street it looked like a tornado, but it was engulfed in swirling flames, devouring everything in its path. It was blowing from one side of the street to the other, catching all the buildings on fire. Finally, Edward could see that down Adams Street it looked clear and he knew that it would lead toward the courthouse, where they could hopefully find safety. “Come, let’s go this way.”
Edward made sure that he had a secure hold of Isabella’s arm as they rushed down the street. A large puff of wind dislodged Edward’s hat; as he looked around, he saw it flying down the street towards the fire. He knew there was no way he was going after it. As he looked over at Isabella, he noticed her once beautiful green dress was now more black than green. Even the lace was covered in dirt and soot. He loved this dress, so he would take the first opportunity to replace it. The future Mrs. Masen would not want for a fine garment to wear. As they rushed, they passed Mr. Rodney’s shop. Edward stopped to look inside; he could see flames in the back of the shop.
“Isabella please wait here, I must check on a friend.”
“Edward, please be careful.” She cried.
“I promise, just remain here until I return.” He said, bringing her gloved cover hand to his mouth and kissing it sweetly. Edward tried to convey his love for her with his eyes. With one more kiss, he let go of her hand and was touched when she pulled it up to her chest. Quickly opening door to the shop, he was hit by a huge plume of smoke. He covered his mouth with his hand and proceeded into the shop. Looking around as best as he could for Mr. Rodney, hoping he was not here. Just as he was about to leave the shop, he saw a foot poking out from behind one of the chairs. He rushed over to discover Mr. Rodney lying unconscious on the floor. The fire was quickly moving closer and closer to them, and Edward knew he needed to get Mr. Rodney out of the shop. Grabbing him under his arms, Edward dragged him toward the front of the shop. Just as he neared the door the back wall collapsed onto the spot where he had been lying. Suddenly the door opened and Edward was able to drag him out and onto the sidewalk.
Isabella was immediately beside me. He said a silent prayer that he had gotten to him in time. Mr. Rodney’s face was black with soot, but Edward didn’t see any evidence of burns anywhere. He suddenly began to cough and take in deep breaths.
“What happened?” He whispered roughly.
“Mr. Rodney, the city is on fire, as is your shop. I am so sorry.”
“Mr. Edward, it is only wood; you got me out, and I will be always grateful for that. Thank you, son.”
“You are welcome, Mr. Rodney. We need to move quickly, the fire is growing.”
Mr. Rodney sat up and, when he did, he saw Isabella standing behind Edward. “Is this the young woman you are courting?” He asked as Edward and Isabella began to help Mr. Rodney stand. “Yes it is. Mr. Rodney this is Miss Isabella Swan. Miss Swan, this is Mr. Rodney, the best barber in the city.”
“Glad to meet you, Mr. Rodney; I believe my father comes to you.” Isabella said as she held onto Mr. Rodney’s arm.
I looked around and saw that we needed to proceed post haste. “We need to leave now. Mr. Rodney do you have anywhere to go?”
“Yes, my sister lives on the eastside. I will make my way to her house.”
“Are you sure you are able to walk?” Edward asked, worried about his health.
“I should be. Thank you again for rescuing me son.”
“It was my pleasure, please be careful.”
“I will try. Miss Swan, a pleasure.”
Edward offered his arm to Isabella and they hurriedly continued down the street toward the courthouse. Edward looked back over his shoulder to see the fire had grown so large. The weather had been so dry, that the fire was able to devour everything in its path. Edward became worried that they might not make it, but he didn’t want to share those suspicions and worry Isabella.
As they came upon the courthouse, Edward saw it was ablaze. Fire was bellowing out the windows and through the roof. A small brigade of firemen were trying to douse the fire, but Edward could see there was no chance in saving the building.
“Oh, Edward, the courthouse. What will I do now for a job?” Isabella cried.
“Don’t worry about that now.” Edward said, trying to comfort her. If he had his way, she would never have to work again.
Then, suddenly he heard his father’s voice. “You are a group of incompetent men. Put out this fire.” He bellowed in his uppity demanding tone.
Edward heard a loud cracking noise and looked up to see the courthouse bell that was positioned on the steeple of the courthouse begin to fall to the ground. The firemen ran for cover, but his father just stood there ranting and raving at the firemen. With a mighty crash, the bell fell on top of him.
Edward and Isabella stood there, momentarily in shock at what they had just witnessed. The firemen, who, moments ago, were being berated by father, were now running to his aid. They removed the bell from on top of him as they ran across the street to assist, but it was too late, his father was dead. Edward quickly turned Isabella’s face into his chest to protect her from the sight of his father’s dead body. All he could hear was her constant chant of, “I’m so sorry, Edward, I’m so sorry.”
“You kids need to get to safety.” One of the firemen shouted to us. We glanced towards the courthouse, which was now fully engulfed in flames. Edward quickly gathered Isabella, and, together, hurried further down Adams Street. But as they were leaving they heard someone yell out.
Edward turned and saw Emmett running towards them.
“Isabella, oh thank God you are okay. Edward, thank you for taking care of her.” Emmett said as he looked Isabella up and down, making sure she was truly okay.
“It is my pleasure. What is the news of the fire?”
“Not good, not good at all. The fire has jumped the river and we just found out the waterworks building is on fire. If we can’t put it out, we will be without water; if that happens, God help us all.”
“Have you heard anything from father?” Isabella cried.
“The last report was that he was with a large brigade fighting the fire on Dekone Street.” Emmett answered, with a worried look upon his brow.
“We are trying to get over to the hospital to check on Mrs. Swan and my mother as well.” Edward said.
“Please check on Miss Hale for me. When the alarm sounded, I had to leave her at the restaurant not far from the hospital. She was going to go to the hospital to see if she could help.”
“Oh, Emmett, we will find her and keep her safe.” Isabella answered.
“Thank you so much. I will come find you when I can, I promise.” Emmett promised.
“Emmett, we need you.” A fireman yelled.
Emmett turned and quickly returned to his brigade. Edward looked down at Isabella and could see that she was crying. Pulling her into his arms, he held her close trying to reassure her. He know that it went against decorum, but this was not a normal situation. “He will be fine.” Edward said, trying to reassure her.
“I am so worried that I may never see my father and brother again.” She sniffled
“I promise you that I will do everything I can do make sure you are all reunited.”
As they continued down the street, they saw that the fire seemed to be everywhere; the heat and smoke was overwhelming. Edward knew he needed to find them shelter, but somewhere that would hopefully withstand the fire. He glanced along the street until he saw it, St. Michael’s Church.
“Isabella, we have to seek shelter. Let’s go into the church. The bricks should protect us.”
“That, and God.” Isabella said.
NOTE: This chapter is about the capture, torture, and death of Aro. If this effects you in any way, I would avoid reading this chapter.
Daniella Canalis dressed for her part as the enticing doctor making a house call in a black pencil skirt and a white silk blouse that wrapped snuggly around her more than ample breasts, like a present waiting to be opened. She had styled her long brunette hair in a chignon.
Her combination of both professional and sensual would entice any virile male to immediately want to play patient to her doctor. According to the operations plan, Daniella’s appearance would cause Aro to be so distracted, that it would prohibit him from suspecting that anything was amiss. She was simply a doctor responding to his call. The extraction team was in place and prepared. As soon as Daniella gave them the signal, they would immediately implement the extraction. Edward and Bella were making their own preparations, because they had a surprise for Aro. Daddy Dearest was in for a very rude awakening.
Daniella was carrying a black leather medical bag containing the standard items one would find in a doctor’s kit, as well as the items needed to carry out the plan. A secret compartment within the bag contained her 9mm, zip ties, and a syringe filled with Propofol, just in case Aro became suspicious and decided to put up some resistance. Edward and Bella had instructed that they wanted Aro to be as coherent as possible, so he would be aware of what was happening, as well as feeling the pain. The extraction team had already prepared syringes of adrenaline in order to revive Aro if he passed out from pain.
“I am ready to go in.” Daniella said, making one more check for her silent alarm that was part of her watch and that the camera contained in her necklace was sending a live feed to the waiting team.
“Affirmative. Proceed to the target, commence the operation. I want that fucker to start suffering. Extraction team, standby for signal.” Elizabeth smirked.
Affirmative responses were received from both Daniella and Diego, the extraction team leader.
Danielle exited the townhouse and got into her rented red Audi S5. The extraction team was following her in a white panel van. The van was carrying a specially designed container for moving Aro, a medium size wooden crate that had been specially fitted with sharp metal stakes protruding into the crate every six inches from the top to the bottom on all sides. Diego designed the crate based on a medieval torture device, the Iron Maiden.
Danielle arrived at the hotel and walked through the lobby and directly to the elevators up to Aro’s room. Taking a cleansing breath outside of his room, she put her game face on, and knocked on the door.
Aro had been on pins and needles all night until the desk clerk called and informed him that the doctor would be up first thing in the morning. He had hoped, when he woke up this morning, that things would be back to normal, but he was the complete opposite. His situation was rapidly deteriorating. As he was showering this morning, he noticed that his dick was still limp, and no amount of jerking, or gripping, helped. He also became panicked when he saw large clumps of hair falling from his scalp as he was washing his hair. It was no wonder that he was ecstatic when he heard the knock on the door. Remaining ever suspicious, he looked out the peephole and gasped at the stunning woman who was standing away from his door holding a doctor’s bag. Was this his doctor? “Who is it?”
“I am Doctor Canalis. The concierge called and said you had a medical emergency.” Daniella said.
Removing the locks, Aro opened the door and stared at the woman before him. She had to be one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. “Please, please come in.” Aro cooed.
“Thank you. Good morning. Are you Arturo Cygnet?
“Yes, yes I am.”
Aro led Daniella into the sitting area and motioned for her to have a seat on one of chairs while he sat on the couch.
“So, tell me, what is going on, Mr. Cygnet?” Danielle asked.
“I am having some serious issues, doctor. First, my hair has started falling out in huge clumps and my dick is limp.”
“My dick is limp. It won’t get hard.” Aro groaned as he waved his hand towards his crotch, as if the doctor didn’t know where it was located.
Daniella cleared her throat and looked at Aro Volturi, mentally acknowledging that his hair and dick would soon be the least of his problems. “Sir, it is well known that men your age sometimes experience periods of erectile dysfunction. Has this problem occurred before?”
“NOT ME!” Aro yelled. “I have never ever had a problem with getting or keeping an erection. So there has to be some other reason.”
“Calm down, Mr. Cygnet; let’s review your medical history and see if we can find the cause of the problem.” Daniella was preparing to ask the basic medical questions when Aro reached over to the table and picked up the two four inch thick folders full of his medical information. When he left Seattle, it was the first thing he took out of his safe, knowing that he would need medical attention at some point. “Here is my complete medical file.”
Daniella took the files from Aro and tried her best to maintain her role and not laugh. She had been made aware that Aro was a hypochondriac. As she flipped through the sheets, she was amused by the things that he complained about. “I see you have had several health issues over the years.”
“Yes I have. My numerous health issues are directly linked to the genes I got from my father.”
“I see you are on a drug and vitamin regimen. Let’s get your vitals and I can get a better picture of what is going on, sir.” Daniella removed the stethoscope from the bag and checked Aro’s heart rate, while taking his pulse. She then applied the cuff from the portable blood pressure machine, and check his blood pressure. “Well, sir, everything seems to be normal; since you have stated that you never experienced this type of predicament before, I would like you to try a topical steroid cream and see if it helps.” Daniella pulled out a box containing various medications in pill form, liquids, and creams. They wanted it to appear that the “doctor” had medications stocked in the bag, so that Aro would not question her having the cream readily available.
“Has it worked in the past for other patients?” Aro worriedly asked.
“Yes, sir. The steroid cream has multiple uses, and has a high success rate for temporary erectile dysfunction. Now one of the side effects is a slight case of a burning sensation when first applied, but that should subside rather quickly.”
“If this helps, a little burning is well worth it. And, when this cream works, I would love nothing more than to show you just what a hard cock can do, doctor.” Aro smirked, thinking about all the erotic things he could do to the good doctor.
Daniella swallowed down the bile that wanted to make an appearance, and tried to keep up appearances, because she really wanted to pull out her gun and kill this sick bastard. “Okay, Mr. Cygnet, please stand and drop your pants for me.”
“With pleasure, my dear.” Aro said, licking his lips at her.
Daniella reached into the case and pulled out a pair of latex examination gloves and the tube of cream. When she righted herself, she came face to penis with Aro’s limp, lifeless dick. Swallowing back another bit of vomit that was trying to make an appearance, she put on a smile and began putting on her gloves. She wondered what the surveillance team was thinking, as they had an up close and personal view of Aro’s limp, hairless dick. “Mr. Cygnet, as I said earlier, this might cause a slight burning sensation, but that is totally normal.”
“As long as it corrects my problem, I can take a little pain.”
Squeezing on a large quantity of the cream onto her fingers, she rubbed it all over his lifeless dick and then squeezed another large amount and coated his testicles, ensuring every inch of his privates was coated with the cream. He was going to be in a hell of a lot of pain. “Okay, that should be sufficient. Please put your pants back on, sir.”
Aro licked his lips and grabbed Daniella’s left arm tight. “But, wouldn’t it be easier if I left them down? Because, as soon as this cream does its job and I am hard, I plan to ram it into that tight pussy of yours over and over again, until you cry out my name in ecstasy.”
Danielle had enough of this asshole and she needed to put him in his place. Rearing back with her right hand palm side up, she thrust it with all her strength into Aro’s nose, immediately hearing the satisfying crunch of his nose breaking. Take that, you fucker she thought.
“YOU BITCH!” Aro screamed, letting go of Daniella’s arm and holding on to his bloody, broken nose and falling back into the chair with his pants around his ankles.
Daniella quickly and smoothly reached into the bag and grabbed the specially made zip ties they had designed for Aro. Instead of the usually smooth surface, these had hard sharp teeth cut on the inside that would dig into the captive’s skin. She quickly circled behind Aro, pushed his head down and grabbed his wrists and placed the ties around them and pulled it tight. “Shut up, you sick bastard.”
“That hurts, let me fucking go, you bitch! Do you know who you are messing with?” Aro seethed, his teeth grinding together tightly.
Suddenly, the door opened and in walked Edward and Bella, guns drawn and pointed at Aro. “Well, well, well, look who we have here. Daddy Dearest.” Bella chuckled. “Looking a bit under the weather, I see. Nice job, Daniella.”
“You fucking whore, let me go!” Aro yelled. His nose was fucked up and bleeding, his wrists throbbed in pain, and he began to feel an intense burning sensation on and around his dick; as the seconds ticked by, the pain was increasing. “What the fuck is going on? What the fuck are you doing in my room?” He tried to turn around to see the doctor; then he yelled out, “My dick is on fire, make it stop.”
“Oh no, no, that won’t be happening.” Edward smirked. “This is only the beginning Aro. Il dolore è solo voi a partire fottuto maiale. (The pain is just starting, you fucking pig). ”
“Fuck you. Fuck all of you. Let me fucking go!!!!!”
Edward laughed a devilish chuckle. “Don’t swing that way. I love my wife’s pussy too much. Now, this is what is going to happen, we are taking you back to Seattle in first class accommodations. Your sick ass is going to pay for all the pain and heartache that you have inflicted, not only on my family and your own family, but on the O’Leary family as well.
Aro tried push through the extreme amount of pain his was feeling to get a grip on the situation. He was at a fucking loss as to what fuck he did to the O’Leary family. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about, motherfucker. I have never done anything to the fucking Irish.”
Edward stepped up and threw a punch, whipping Aro’s head around. “You fucking killed and dumped the body of Lisa O’Donnell, daughter of Peter O’Donnell of the O’Leary Family. Sound familiar now, cocksucker?”
“What do you care what happened to the whore?”
Bella rushed forward and hit Aro over the head with the butt of her gun. “Don’t you ever call her a whore again! That young girl was a beloved sister and daughter, and you took her life and discarded her like a piece of trash. For that, your fucking death will be drawn out and extremely painful.” Bella growled.
Aro spit blood all over the front of Bella’s blouse. “Fuck you. You are nothing but fucking mistake that should have trickled down your mother’s thigh, bitch.”
Edward punched Aro’s jaw so hard, he caused several teeth to fly out of his mouth. “You will not speak to my wife like that, you fucking monster. You are not fit to be in her presence. The only mistake in this room is you. The fact that you are still breathing is only temporary, and something I plan on correcting very fucking soon.”
Edward turned to the team members who had followed Edward and Bella into the room. “Get him ready for transport and get the cleanup crew in here.”
“Yes, sir.” Jack said with confidence and pleasure. The cleaning crew was the best in the business. Not only did they remove all physical evidence, but also electronic evidence. When they were through, there would not be one fraction of a millisecond of video left of Aro or any of the Cullens. Their trip to New York would be non-existent and new video and pictures would reflect the whole family in Seattle for the entire time.
Bella turned back to Aro. “See you in Seattle, motherfucker. Have a nice trip.”
Edward smirked and took Bella’s hand and walked out of the room. Their vehicle was waiting and the entire family was in the process of making their way to the airport to board the plane. Emmett and Seth had been with Edward and Bella as they took Aro captive and Jasper and a large security team made sure the rest of the family arrived to the runway safely.
Daniella helped the team get Aro prepared for transport. The first order of business was to tape his mouth shut. Daniella inserted a ball gag before applying the duct tape over it. They all were getting sick and tired of hearing his moaning and groaning. Fucker was an annoying shit. The specially constructed five foot by five foot wooden box was brought into the room. If he moved in any direction he would be impaled by the metal stakes, which just gave the team a warm happy feeling. After Aro was placed in the box and the lid was nailed shut, they loaded him on a cart and wheeled out to the van.
Jack was driving the van and made sure to hit every bump and pothole between the hotel and the airport. Yes, he was one evil sucker and he loved his job. He was still full of rage for Aro; he had been the unfortunate one to locate the suitcase and Lisa’s body, and so any pain that he knew that Aro was feeling made it just a little sweeter. Soon, they arrived at the airport and he drove the van to the cargo hold of the airplane. The team rolled Aro’s temporary coffin out of the van and placed him into the cargo hold. The ride to Seattle was going to be cold and noisy and every minute of displeasure that Aro endured would be just one second of pleasure to those who had been touched by his cruelty.
Edward and Bella had boarded the plane and the family was very interested in how the extraction had went and if everything had gone as planned.
“We are very pleased with how the Coven team has performed throughout this operation. Their precision, dedication, and success are admirable. We will be proud to promote this team to other families who will need the services of the best assassination team in the world.” Edward proudly announced. “Aro is currently in a box in the cargo hold. The Seattle team has the warehouse all set up and currently have Michael Newton in a cage awaiting our arrival.”
“Fucking Newton. I can’t believe he was that stupid.” Carlisle murmured. “Did you find Jessica?”
“Not yet, but we are continuing our search.”
“When are Sean and Peter going to arrive?” Esme asked.
“Actually they left about an hour ahead of us. Since we needed to take care of loading up the extra dead weight.”
“What? Aro’s dead already?” Esme squeaked.
“No, Mom, not yet, he will be wishing for death before that mercy is granted.” Edward smirked.
Elizabeth was sitting toward the back of the plane with her laptop open, but, instead of going over the information concerning the cleanup crew’s progress, she was daydreaming about Sean O’Leary. How had this man managed to get under her skin so quickly? She had tried to distance herself from him, but, every time she did, her heart physically ached. Thinking back to all the conversations they had, she began to think that perhaps she had been too overly critical of Sean. Maybe, just maybe, she could open up more to him. He had said he would be there for her and she knew that she would need someone strong to lean on during Lisa’s funeral. Because, as much as she wanted everyone to think she was holding it together, in reality she was barely functioning. Damn Irish sweet talker. She really had missed the Irish brogue; every time he called her lassie, her heart would skip a beat. She was so afraid that she was going to be hurt again, but she knew that if her sister had been here, she would tell her that the great treasures are those that you endure some pain for. For the first time since this trip started, she actually allowed herself to smile. Now she only hoped she hadn’t pushed him to far away; she was going to allow herself to open up to Sean’s advances and see where it took them.
The Cullen family put all thoughts about what was going to happen once they arrived in Seattle to the back of their minds. It was the first time since Aro’s escape that they were breathing a sigh of relief. Edward and Bella sat as close as possible on one of couches in mid cabin. They were relaxed, cuddling with each other, and whispering in hushed tones. “Are you sure you are ready for this?” Bella asked.
“Oh, baby, I can’t wait.” Edward said as picked up Bella’s delicate hand and kissed each knuckle sweetly.
“Okay. I was scheduled to have the shot on Friday, so I will cancel the appointment. But you do know it may take some time before anything might happen, right?”
“Yes, but we’ll have a fuck load of fun practicing, literally.” Edward joked as he then wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her even closer.
Esme watched her son and daughter, yes, daughter, not daughter-in-law; Esme felt as though Bella were the daughter she never had, but always wanted. As she watched them, there was something about the way they touched and looked at each other and then it hit her, they were talking about a baby. Was Bella already pregnant? Was she going to be a grandmother? “Carlisle.” Esme whispered.
Carlisle leaned closer to Esme. “What is it, my love?”
“Look at them. I think our family is going to be getting larger.”
“Really.” Carlisle answered, not really questioning his wife’s intuitive nature.
“I think so. Oh, Carlisle, that would be so wonderful.” Esme cooed.
“It really would be, but, sweetie, let them come to us.”
“Oh, I will.” She promised, but she was already thinking of themes for the nursery.
The rest of the trip was uneventful and the security team kept an eye on Aro with the mini camera that been installed in the box. He was in a lot a pain. Even though he was gagged, one could tell he was screaming out in agony. When the plane touched down, the ground team was ready to take Aro to the warehouse, where his torture would continue until his ultimate demise. After the team left, the family disembarked the plane and headed into the limos that were waiting for them. The family would be staying at the Cullen Estate while Aro was being dealt with, but Edward, Bella, Carlisle, Jasper, Emmett, and Seth would be in attendance for each and every hour of torture he was to receive. Michael and Tony would be attending, along with Sean, Peter, and Elizabeth. Several members of the Coven team were going to assist as necessary and help with keeping Aro conscious. Alec had decided he did not want to be there as his father was being tortured, but elected to stay with his mother and Maggie. Even though Aro was a demon, who possessed a black and evil heart from hell, he was still his father and, as much as he hated everything about him, he just couldn’t be in the room when he was killed.
The Cullens and Volturi arrived at the warehouse and were met by Sean and Peter. Elizabeth had ridden in with the Coven team which had arrived before everyone else to make sure all preparations had been made and everything was in order. Edward and Jasper had given them a list of tools that they would be needed.
Before walking into the warehouse, Edward pulled Bella to the side of the door. Over the years, he had participated in numerous tortures and killings of those who had wronged the family. He knew that, once he set foot through the door, he would need to be in a different mindset. He would no longer be the loving, caring man that Bella knew, but the hardened, unforgiving Don of the family. But Bella would also need to turn off her emotions and walk in as the Donna of the family. The man that was tied up might be her biological father, but she could not, at any time, show any weakness for him.
“Baby, we talked about this. When we walk in we need to be in the right mindset. Once we step through that door, we must rid ourselves of our compassion, hell, our humanity.” Edward implored. “Do you think you can do this?”
Bella knew what was about to happen and she had been preparing herself mentally for this all week. “Edward, I have considered everything that man has done, everything he could do if left to survive, and I am also aware of how I need to perform during this time. I need to see this to the end. I will see it end, and I can handle it. We are doing the world a favor, and I am looking forward to starting our future without his shadow. We need to do this for our family.”
“Okay, love, I just wanted to make sure you are ready. Let’s get this over with. I love you.”
“As I love you.” Bella said, reaching up and placing a kiss on his pouty lips.
Edward turned back to the group, who were standing by waiting to enter the warehouse. The Don and Donna would enter first, according to protocol, and others would follow in a sign of support and loyalty. Edward opened the door and the smell of piss and blood flooded his nose. The Don side of Edward relished in the smell, because he knew that the smell was an indication of fear. He also knew the smell of death would soon be joining them. Making their way down the hallway, they entered the main room where the Coven team had both Aro and Michael Newton suspended from meat hooks. Michael was stripped naked, his feet were tied by ropes and his legs were stretched as far as possible. The welts on his sides and back indicated that the team had gotten a few good shots, providing him a preview of the real pain he was about to receive.
Located in the middle of the room were two metal surgical tables, accompanied with side tables, which contained the specific instruments that Edward had requested of the team before they departed New York. The floor was concrete with sewage drains located under each table. There was a hanging spotlight over each table and metal restraints built in at the throat, ankle, and hand locations.
Edward nodded to one of the team members, Kevin, to bring Michael forward using the pulley system the meat hook was attached to. Michael was gagged, but the muffled sounds emanating from him, clearly demonstrated that he was unhappy.
“Mr. Newton, since you are not at liberty to speak, simply nod yes or no for the required answers. Do you understand?” Edward started with the questioning.
Michael nodded his head yes.
“Good, good, Mr. Newton. Do you know why you are here?”
Michael shook his head in the negative.
“Well, Mr. Newton, perhaps I should refresh your memory. Strength of the family, like the strength of an army depends on the loyalty of its members. You have not been loyal to the family. In fact, you tried to steal from the family; for that, the sentence is death.”
Michael eyes grew wide as he heard what Edward said. He didn’t know how Edward had found out about him trying to hack into the system, but he must have underestimated the security that little shit Alec had designed.
“Newton, your downfall is that you were thinking with your dick and not your brain. Wrong head, man. Jessica was sent to seduce you by that asshole over there.” Edward smirked, pointing at Aro, who was also hung up by meat hooks, which were pierced through his shoulders and his collarbone, with his shoulder bones supporting his weight. “Take Mr. Newton down and strap him to the table.”
Jack and Kevin came over and loosened the rope and allowed Michael to drop hard on the cold hard concrete floor with a loud thump. Chuckling, they removed the ropes around his ankles and yanked him dragging him across the floor to the table. Picking him up, they threw him on the table and strapped each wrist and ankle. “Ready whenever you are, boss.”
Edward took off his jacket, tie, and cufflinks and began rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt. Turning to Jasper, “Did you bring my little friend?”
“Yes, Boss.” Jasper smirked as he reached into his jacket and pulled out Edward’s favorite knife.
Newton was screaming and writhing on the table, trying to figure a way out of this, but, of course, the gag was not allowing him to give the excuses he was thinking up.
“Oh, my little friend, I haven’t seen you in a while.” The last time he had seen or used the knife was on the guy who had killed Billy at the docks. “Newton, I am going to tell you how this is going to go down. I am going to cut off each one of your fingers, for trying to steal from me and then I am going to cut out your heart, for breaking the code of the family.”
Michael thrashed around trying to get loose, but to no avail. Edward was pleased that Jasper, who was the keeper of his knife, had made sure that it was razor sharp, so cutting off each of Michael’s fingers was like slicing through butter. By the time he cut the last one off the table, rivulets of blood were running down from where each finger had been sliced away, and made their way into the drain. Edward reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and brought Michael’s face closer to his. “We took you in, we gave you a job that paid you well, you were protected under the family, we trusted you, and this is how you repay us? May the devil welcome you into the depths of hell for your betrayal.” Edward said, dropping Michael’s head and jabbed the knife into his chest and cut his heart out. Dropping the heart onto the table, he turned to everyone present. “Family first.”
“FAMILY FIRST!” Everyone yelled.
Walking back to the table, where all the tools were laid out, Edward picked up a towel and cleaned some blood off his hands. It was not something Edward wanted to do on a daily basis, but enforcing the code of loyalty was a necessary evil and it felt good. “Take Aro down and strap him to the table.”
Jack and Kevin lowered Aro; once his feet were on the ground, they pulled the meat hooks from his body. Aro’s face went deathly white and then his head fell forward. He had passed out from the pain.
“Oh, no, we won’t have any of that shit; wake that motherfucker up!” Edward barked.
Daniella rushed forward with the syringe of adrenaline and jabbed it into Aro’s leg, pumping in a large dose. Aro’s head began to sway back and forth as he began to wake up.
“Once he is strapped down, remove his gag. I want to hear his cries.” Edward smirked.
They carried Aro over to the table and strapped each wrist and ankle to the table. Once secure, they lifted the edge of the duct tape and ripped it from his mouth taking the ball gag with it. Aro cried out in pain.
Edward picked the cat o’nine tails and walked over to the table. “You have boasted that you are a Dominant, but you are not. You don’t put the needs and desire of your submissive before yourself and do not care that you inflict damage to your submissives. As a Dominant of good standing in the community, I am here today to right this wrong. I will be dealing out the punishment for your many sexual transgressions within and outside of the community. Then, I will report to the community that no aftercare was given.”
Edward took a step back and with all his strength, he snapped the cat o’nine onto Aro’s chest. The razor sharp teeth cut into the flesh and, as it was ripped back out for another strike, it tore the skin into deep gashes. With each strike, Aro’s cries grew louder and louder. Finally, after the fifth strike, Edward admired his handy work. The gashes were all over his chest and legs, which were bleeding quite profusely. He smiled down at Aro and then spit on him. “Fuck you to hell for the pain and suffering you have caused, asshole.”
As Edward walked away, Michael Volturi walked up to the table. “You have brought great shame to this family. Your soul is as black as night and I do not consider you my son.” Michael said, and then pulled a black handled knife from his pocket. “You planned and tried to harm my wife, your own mother. That you would even entertain the idea of harming a single hair on her beautiful head is unbelievable, and for that I am going to remove the hair from yours.” Making several quick semicircular cuts on either side of Aro’s head, and grasping a hand full of his hair, Michael yanked it back quickly, removing the scalp from his head. Once the scalp was removed, Michael poured a cup of sulfur over the open wound.
Aro couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think of anything but stopping the pain. The world was spinning and he didn’t know what hurt worse at that point and he just wanted it to end.
“MERCY!!!!” He finally screamed in agony.
“We will show you the mercy that you have so graciously shown your victims.” Edward spat.
Elizabeth walked over to stand beside her father and Sean. As Lisa’s family, she and her father would be administering the last part of Aro’s torture. They walked up to the table, one on each side.
Peter looked down at the bloodied face of the monster who had robbed him of his daughter. “You took away a bright light from this world. My daughter, Lisa, who you abused, and brutally murdered, then threw away like a piece of garbage, had a long life ahead of her. She was intelligent, beautiful, and loved, until she met you. As her father and sister, we invoke the right of revenge.” Peter said, trying to hold it together.
He nodded to Elizabeth, who had been told that she and her father would be sharing in ending the life of the monster who had robbed them of their sister and daughter. It was not a reunion for the two of them, but a common goal, getting justice for Lisa. Picking up the cattle prod she rammed it up Aro’s ass in one swift motion, and turned it on. Aro screamed out in pure agony.
Peter walked around to the head of the table and bent down to Aro’s blood filled ear and spoke, “Che tu possa bruciare all’inferno.” (may you burn in hell) It was an Italian phrase he had asked Edward to translate for him.
He nodded once again to Elizabeth, who yanked the cattle prod from Aro’s ass, as Peter took a piece of barb wire into his gloved hands and wrapped it around Aro’s throat, pulling tightly. The spikes cut deeply into the skin and Aro gasped for air. “Che tu possa bruciare all’inferno” Peter repeated. Aro gasped and gurgled as he choked on his own blood, thrashing about until his eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped upon the table.
Aro Volturi was dead.
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Bound and Dangerous
AN: A big thanks goes out to my support team: my beta, Princess07890/RAH07890, and my pre-reader, dj071688.
I own the storyline for Bound and Dangerous, but I borrowed the characters’ names from Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringements are implied.
Jack stood in the entrance to the room, covered in mud and green slime, with a heavy heart. This was not an enviable position. He felt relieved that he could bring closure to Elizabeth, by finding her sister’s body, yet still wished he was able to provide her with better news. Elizabeth’s face looked so broken; he could tell she was barely holding it together.
Elizabeth cleared her throat, trying to find some semblance of the professional demeanor she aspired to maintain. “Jack, what do you have to report?” The question came in a whisper, her voice breaking with every syllable.
“Elizabeth, I found the suitcase. It is the one Aro purchased. I’m sorry, Elizabeth, our suspicions were confirmed; the body of your sister, Lisa, was within the suitcase.”
All hope, even the smallest shred, was lost as Elizabeth heard the words Jack delivered to her. Her knees began buckle and her breathing was becoming labored. She had anticipated this, she knew just the kind of monster Aro Volturi was, so it was no surprise that this was the result. But, God help her, it was her baby sister. She did not know if it was true if, at the moment of your death, you saw your life flash before your eyes, but she knew that her sister’s life was flashing before hers.
Memory upon memory assaulted her. When her parents first brought her home, helping her mother take care of her, assuming the role of her mother when theirs had died. Everything that she tried to store as far back in her mind as she could, had escaped and now crippled her completely. She wasn’t going to survive this; she wanted Lisa back. She was so lost in her memories she didn’t hear Sean enter the room. He had come to the townhouse for an update on their operations.
The night before, after Elizabeth had left, he planned to go to his home office and try to get some work done. The family was expecting a shipment of guns next week, and he needed to ensure that everything organized and as secure as possible. The family had received intelligence that the Cortez family from Colombia were putting out feelers to weasel their way into his territory. They were known for their distribution of drugs, but it seemed they wanted to branch out into guns. Sean knew that shit wasn’t going to happen on his watch. After reading over the same paragraph three times, he decided to give up and go for a long walk. He needed to clear his mind. Grabbing his jacket and his nine mil, he placed the gun into his back holster, and took the elevator down to the first floor. The guards on duty tonight were Colin and Seamus. Seamus jumped up from the desk when he saw the Don step off the elevator. Colin was Sean’s personal bodyguard, and was already in step with his boss and best friend as he stepped off the elevator.
“I don’t need you guys tonight. I’m going for a walk, clear the cobwebs, alone.”
“But, sir, that is not advisable.” Seamus responded. Colin remained silent, with a slight smirk on his face. He knew when Sean was in this type of mood; it was better not to push.
“I don’t give a fuck. I am going for a walk and I am going alone.” Sean barked in a tone that would make a grown man piss his pants.
“Yes, sir.” Seamus returned. Colin stationed himself outside the front entrance to the building, but not before instructing Seamus to keep an eye on the monitors.
Sean walked out the door and down the street towards the park. With every step he reviewed every word they had shared, every look, and every touch; fuck, why couldn’t he get Elizabeth out of his head? Why the fuck was that? All the other women he had ever dealt with had never been a problem. As he fucked them, he didn’t think of them again. Even though he and Elizabeth had never had sex, he couldn’t seem to stop thinking of her and longing spending more time with her. But she shut him out. Did she not share the same feelings that he had? Better yet, what the fuck were these feelings? And why the fuck did hurt so much when she left and why was it that he wanted nothing more than rush over to the Cullen townhome, rush in, take her into his arms, and kiss the fuck out of her before he kidnapped her and rushed off to Vegas for a quick wedding. WAIT!!! Marriage? Was that what he was feeling? Was he in love with Elizabeth?
Suddenly, he was faced with a punk ass kid dressed in all black, holding a knife.
“Give me your fucking money or I will cut you, motherfucker.” The kid snarled, shaking the knife in Sean’s face.
Shit, this was not this kid’s lucky day. Sean looked at the kid, his shaking hands, his hold on the knife, and knew he had nothing to worry about. “Really, you want my money?”
“Yeah, motherfucker.” The question made the kid nervous.
Sean reached into his jacket and pulled out his gold plated, pearl handled desert eagle and pointed it in between the kid’s eyes. When the kid saw the gun, his hands shook so badly that he dropped the knife. “You don’t know who the fuck you are messing with. Who do you work for?”
“Jose Lopez.” The kid responded. He wanted to either run, or piss his pants, and not necessarily in that order.
“And that fucking name should mean something to me? Who is the Boss, ese?” Sean barked, knowing that, if the kid was part of a family, he would know what he was asking.
“Roberto Cortez.” He responded with just a little more bravado. He knew that name meant something in this town.
Fuck, this punk ass kid was working for the fucker who was trying to cut into his turf. He needed to send a message to Roberto and this kid was going to do it. “Listen to me very carefully. You listening? I want you to take this message back to the Boss, not Jose, but to Roberto. You tell him to stay the fuck out of the O’Leary turf or there is going to be a lot of fucking bloodshed, and it isn’t going to be Irish blood. Do you have that, ese?”
“Good, now get the fuck out of my face!” Sean said, shoving the kid hard to the ground. The kid jumped up and took off down the street, leaving his knife on the ground. Sean returned his weapon and continued his walk. After hours of walking around the city, he headed back to his apartment with a plan to go to Cullen’s townhome tomorrow and lay his feelings on the line. If they didn’t straighten out where they stood, Elizabeth was going to drive him batshit crazy.
Sean arrived about mid-morning at the townhouse. Maggie was there and told him about the dress she had picked out yesterday. During their conversation, he saw Jack enter through the back door. From all appearances, he had been searching for the suitcase. Jack’s expression said it all; the suitcase was found, and so was Lisa. Sean wrapped up his conversation with Maggie, and went to the command post to find out what was going on. When he entered the room, he noticed all the color had drained from Elizabeth’s face, and her knees were buckling, and she was gasping for air. Her eyes were empty. There was no emotion, no tears, just that blank stare. He had seen this look before, it was not a good sign. As soon as he neared her, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she began to fall backwards toward the table. Running the last few steps, Sean quickly caught her before she hit the floor, cradling her limp body close to his. “Get a damn doctor in here!” Sean screamed.
Edward grabbed his phone and called the Dr. Mallos, who had come with the team on the trip. It had been determined early on that they would have a doctor on all extensive jobs, just in case something went wrong. It was almost impossible for them to go to a regular hospital and it was more cost effective to pay the good doctor a hefty sum to keep the team alive and healthy.
“Let me take her, Sean.” Edward said as he began to kneel beside them.
“No. Get the goddamn doctor in here and don’t even fucking attempt to take her from me.” Sean seethed between his tightly clenched teeth. “She is mine and mine alone and I will kill any motherfucker who tries to take her away from me.”
Edward slowly rose and took a step back. He could relate to the way Sean was feeling; he felt the exact same way every time someone came too close Bella, the rage for his need to protect the woman who was his everything.
Dr. Mallos walked into the room carrying his bag and went straight to where Sean was kneeling on the floor holding onto Elizabeth. He knelt beside them. Sean instantly tightened his hold of Elizabeth and gave Dr. Mallos a look of warning that would kill. “Sir, I am Dr. Mallos, and I need to check Elizabeth out. Do you think you can possibly take her to her room and lay her on her bed? She will more comfortable there.” He said calmly.
Sean rose up and gently carried Elizabeth to her room, with Dr. Mallos following closely behind. He laid her down on the bed with care and willed himself to remove his arms from her. He knew he needed to allow the doctor to do his job, but he didn’t want to lose the connection. Finally, he let go and stepped back allow the doctor to begin his examination.
Edward walked up to Sean and placed his hand on his shoulder. “She is going to be okay. She just found out that they found Lisa’s body.”
“Fuck. I knew they were holding out hope, even if it was clear that she was dead.” Sean groaned. “Where is Aro?”
“We have him under surveillance and they have already begun implementing the plan.”
“Edward, you need to make sure that fucker suffers ten times the pain he has caused.”
“I promise you that he will. I need you to get a hold of Peter; we are flying out tonight for Seattle with Aro.”
Sean turned and looked Edward dead in the eye. “I’m coming, too.”
Edward knew this was more about Sean being there for Elizabeth than it was about getting a shot at Aro. “That’s fine, Sean; I already assumed you would want to be there.”
Bella walked into the room and wrapped her arms around Edward’s waist, needing the connection that they shared, to help ground her during the chaos and tragedy of the news. “How is she?”
“The doctor hasn’t said yet.” Edward said, kissing the top of her head. He loved how she fit so perfectly against his body. Well, fuck, she fit perfectly everywhere.
“We’ve got a situation back in Seattle.” Bella said. “It seems that someone tried to hack into our personal bank account.”
“Fuck, did they get in?” Edward groaned.
“No, Alec’s system was able to keep the person online long enough to back track their web address and turn on their camera of their computer. He got the picture of the person, along with the address where the computer was housed.”
“Great. Damn, Alec is a worth his weight in gold with these programs.”
“Here is the thing though Edward, we know the person.” Bella stated. Edward was slightly surprised that someone that knew them would be so fucking stupid.
“Who was it?” Edward asked.
“Michael Newton and he was doing it from Jessica Stanley’s apartment.”
“That Goddamn motherfucker is dead! Dead, I tell you!” Edward yelled. “I want his ass picked up immediately and taken to the warehouse along with that Jessica bitch.”
“I already sent out the command and they got Michael, but Jessica was nowhere to be found.”
“Fuck!” Edward groaned.
“I have extra guys looking, but the stupid blonde was smart enough to leave everything in the apartment and her car is still in the garage.” Bella grumbled.
At this point, the doctor walked back over to the group. “I have checked Elizabeth over and she is just in shock. She has held in the grief so long that this bit of news pushed her over the edge.”
“When will she wake up?” Sean asked as he looked over to where she was lying and wanted nothing more than to lay beside her and wrap her up in his arms and make all the sadness to go away.
“I don’t know for sure. This is brain’s defense mechanism; when she is ready, she will wake up.”
“Thanks, Doc. We will be leaving in a few hours, so you need to pack and be ready to leave.” Edward said.
“Certainly. She is going to need a lot of support when she wakes.”
“We are her family and we will be here for anything that she needs.” Bella whispered. She didn’t have a sister, but she could imagine what it would be like if something like this happened to Alice. She looked up at Sean; his face said it all. He was in love with Elizabeth. “Sean, why don’t you sit with her until she wakes up? Edward and I have to attend to some business.”
“Thank you, Bella. I promise to take care of her and protect her with my life.”
Edward and Bella walked out the door and Sean took his place beside Elizabeth. He watched her chest rise with each breath that she took. He may be the head of the family, but he believed in God and silently prayed that she would awake soon and allow him to console her through this time of grief. But, he didn’t know if she would. Why was she this way? Women.
As he sat patiently waiting, he made some phone calls. First, he phoned Colin and filled him on what was happening. He told him to contact Peter immediately, and to get with Mackenzie, the family Consigliere, to make the funeral arrangements for the family. With them returning to Seattle with Aro, the arrangements were going to need to be made as soon as possible. They could hold the funeral when they returned. Since he would be traveling with the Cullens, and wouldn’t need additional security, he appointed Colin as acting Don until his return. He brought him up to speed on the different shipments that were scheduled, and told him to get with Mackenzie for any questions. He could call Sean whenever necessary.
When he ended his conversation with Colin, he noticed Elizabeth’s breathing change and eyes began to flutter. A small moan escaped her pouty lips and then her red rimmed eyes opened and stared into his. “What happened?”
“You fainted, lass. I caught you and brought you to your room. The doctor has been in and you are physically fine. He just left the room with Edward and Bella.”
“What are you doing here?” Elizabeth asked. Her heart was shattering into a million pieces; she didn’t have the energy to put up with a man who would in the end break it more.
“I came to talk to you, lass.” Sean said in calm voice. “I thought I would tell you what it is I feel and want.”
Raising up and getting off the bed, she still felt a little shaky, but she needed to put distance between herself and Sean. “What you want? Let me tell you right now, Sean O’Leary, what I want. I want you to leave me alone. I will not be one of your come Saturday night girls and I am sure you don’t want anything else, because I have heard all about your sexual exploits. News flash, Mr. O’Leary, I am not a whore.”
“I don’t want that.” Sean implored.
Laughing a nervous laugh, she continued, “Yeah, right. Mr. O’Leary, leave me alone.”
“But, Elizabeth, I have these feelings for you.”
“Take a damn laxative, then, because you are so full of shit right now. I’m leaving; I have a job to do. See you around.”
Elizabeth said, and then marched out of the room. She walked quickly down the hall and into the nearest empty room. Shutting the door behind her and leaning up against it, she willed herself to calm down. This man always had a way of getting to her. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep him at arm’s length. Finally, she had calmed down enough and continued to the command center. She didn’t need this added onto what she was already dealing with because of Aro.
“Give me an update.” Elizabeth barked.
“Daniella is en route as we speak. The extraction team is already set up and the containment box has been readied and waiting for the target. But we have a situation we need to inform you about. Our tracers indicate that Aro placed a phone call and set up a meeting with someone. He was followed to a club which we traced back as being owned by one Roberto Cortez. Mr. Cortez is currently under contract with Hugo Boss as one of their models, however, he is also known as the head of a Colombian family who is notorious for their drug imports.”
“All right, I want a detailed workup on this Roberto Cortez. Be ready to move to Seattle as soon as the target is in the box.”
Elizabeth was in control again. That is how she would survive for the coming weeks, focusing on the task at hand. She had no time for Sean, nor would she direct her efforts on anything other than the pain and suffering that would soon be inflicted on Aro Volturi. She would avenge her baby sister if it was the last thing she did.
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