Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Forty-One

Twilight...not mine (sigh). **Graphic Violence Warning**

Chapter 141

BPOV

"Bella, I was born Edward Masen. Everything I told you was the truth. I only...omitted the fact that I was adopted by Carlisle and Esme," he cried. "Everything else was true. The touch, my feelings, us..."

"There is no us," I said, punching him harshly across the jaw. He fell to his knees. His nose was bloodied and he was panting heavily. He looked up at me and the sadness in his eyes nearly shattered me, but I didn't care. Pistol whipping his temple, he fell to the ground in an unconscious heap. I stepped over him and grabbed my bag from the couch. Finding my phone, I dialed Emmett.

"Bambina, it's too fucking early," he grumbled.

"I don't fucking care. Pick me up," I spat. "Edward and I...we're through." I lied to my cousin. I didn't want him to know that Edward was a fed. Part of me still cared for him and if Emmett knew, he'd kill Edward. I didn't want Emmett to go to jail for killing a federal agent or some shit like that.

"Where are you?" Emmett asked wearily.

I gave him the address of a diner across the street from Edward's apartment and stormed out of his dingy, ratty, shithole apartment. I hadn't even realized that I was a sobbing, uncontrollable mess. My heart was damaged and irrevocably broken. I was so crazed that I didn't realize that I was being followed. A beefy hand wrapped around my arm, turning me harshly. "About time you were alone, bitch."

I felt a sharp prick in my neck and blackness settled over me...

My eyes fluttered open and I found myself in a dark room. I was strapped on something hard and cold. "Hello?" I croaked. "Anybody there?"

There was no response. Tears welled up in my eyes, falling down my face freely. Everything that I had known to be true, was a lie. Edward wasn't Edward. I was trapped in a cold, barren room and no one was here to help me. I struggled against my restraints, but it was fruitless. The handcuffs around my wrists and ankles were tight. Struggling would only damage my skin. "Somebody, please? I need to go to the bathroom!" I shouted.

My brain was in a fog. I was cold and my bladder was ready to explode. More tears slid down my cheeks. I don't know how long I lay there, but I couldn't wait to anymore. I ended up peeing on myself. It was warm at first and then grew very cold, giving me the chills. My sobs were loud and no one was coming to help me.

I eventually cried myself to sleep, feeling ashamed and gross from soiling my jeans. However, when I fell asleep, I dreamed of Edward. His soft voice was calling to me, promising to find me. My heart wanted that, but my head? Not so much.

When I woke up again, I heard voices outside of the door behind me. It was still dark in the room. The smell of my tears, urine and fear filled the tiny space. It was a sickening stench. The door clicked open and heavy footsteps filled the room. "Someone couldn't control the bladder. What a pity," said a low male voice.

"I asked for help," I bit back, turning my head toward the voice. James Cacciatore sneered at me. "Figures you'd be involved."

His sneer grew deeper and he backhanded me. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," he snarled. "You would be wise to keep that smart mouth shut. If not, I'll give you something to shut it up. Would you like to suck my cock?"

"I'd rather eat shit and die," I spat back. "If you put that thing in my mouth, I'll be having a cock sandwich."

James paled, backhanding me again and then punching me in the stomach. I moaned as his fists pummeled my belly. He ended his assault, glaring at me angrily. I tried to curl up, but my restraints prevented me from doing that. "It would be in your best interest to keep your attitude in check. The next time you run your mouth off, you lose an article of clothing. It gets cold in here at night. I'll be back, Isabella," he crooned, slapping my face. He left the room, slamming the door shut.

"Wait?! What do you want with me?" I screamed.

The door opened again and another set of footsteps walked toward me. Riley, his face pulled into an evil sneer, held up a syringe. "You'll see in good time, Isabella," he growled, plunging the syringe into my neck. Blackness swirled around me and I was down.

A/N: And we're back to Bella. I'm going to warn you again...her batch of chapters will be filled with violence. The Volturi do love their torture. The explanation of Bella's abduction will come. I promise. Leave me some...

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