Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Five

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

Chapter 145

This waking up bullshit not knowing where I am is really starting to piss me off. Not to mention, my arms and legs were sore from being stuck in the same position. I also had to pee thanks to Sulpulcia's poison water. I was still covered by the duvet cover and I didn't want to ruin it. "Please, I need to use the bathroom," I croaked, sounding sick and hoarse. I shifted, trying to look around the room.

The door opened with a bang and a livid Alec walked into the room. He threw off the duvet cover, cursing whomever put it on me. He released my arms and legs, scooping me into his arms. "I'm only doing this since Sulpulcia threatened my position in the organization," he snarled. Tossing me into the bathroom, he reached into his pocket and threw me a pair of clean black underwear. "You run, I kill you. Are we clear?"

"Yeah," I sniffled, moving stiffly to the toilet. He stood at the doorway, his back to me. I glowered at him as I stripped out of my ruined panties, tossing them into the garbage. I quickly relieved myself and pulled on the fresh pair of underwear. They covered more than my peach thong, thankfully. But I was still nearly naked. "Can I get some more clothes? I appreciate the panties..."

"No," Alec responded coldly. "I'm already going to get my ass kicked for giving you those. James and Riley were getting some sort of sick perversion looking at you in your tattered, soiled underwear and it was disgusting to watch. Sulpulcia gave me these. It's the last act of kindness you'll get until you die."

"Thanks," I deadpanned. Alec growled, hitting me across the face. I went flying, hitting my head on the counter of the sink. My brains rattled and I fell to my knees. Blood trickled onto the floor from a gash on my temple. Alec picked me up, carrying me back to the room and slamming me onto the table. He reattached the handcuffs really tightly and stalked away. He paced in the darkness before stomping back to my table.

His face was right in front of mine as he screamed in my face. "You're ungrateful and deserve everything they do to you," Alec yelled before he left the room, slamming the door shut. Tears began to leak out of my eyes. My body was screaming for its release. My soul was shattered.

I wanted to die.

Save me, Edward. Please, come save me. Help me! Prottetore, I need you! I'm sorry for saying that I hate you. I'm sorry for everything. I'll do whatever you want...just find me! PLEASE!

Those thoughts scared me. Edward... Il mio tesoro, il mio angelo, il mio prottetore, il mio amore... Yes, he worked for an agency that was going to bring down my family, but he never held any malice toward me. He was always quiet, respectful and loving. I had thrown back the words I declared to him the night before, saying that I hated him. Mio amore. Seeing the light flicker from his eyes saddened me. I was the first person besides his mother that he opened up to and I threw it back at him.

I truly did deserve what they did to me.

I was more of a monster than Aro or my father.

I ruined the one man who I loved...truly loved. Il mio amore...

Save me, Edward. Please, come save me. Help me! Prottetore, I need you! I'm sorry for saying that I hate you. I'm sorry for everything. I'll do whatever you want...just find me! PLEASE!

"Just end this now," I sobbed brokenly.

"Nah, that would be too easy," came the evil voice of James. "I see that Alec gave you his present. He always had a soft spot for nice pair of tits and deep brown eyes. No wonder he was all over Renata. Slutbag. It's a shame that he had to die. He was an amazing assassin. This little betrayal," he gestured to my panties, pulling on the elastic at the waist, "cost him his life. Sulpulcia is next."

"Don't hurt her," I whimpered.

"She's already hurt. Aro is reminding her of her place as his wife," James sneered. "A refresher, as it were. She needed to know who she was married to and not who she loved."

How did they know that she was here?

My eyes widened and I looked around the room. I was unable to see anything since I was held to a table underneath a bright light. My guess that there was a closed-circuit television and camera linked to this room. It made me sick that someone was watching me as I lay in my own filth. James grabbed my face and he began his ritual. My wounds were reopened and he pleasured himself. His release covered my chest and face. Some of it was even near my eyes and he wouldn't wipe it away. When he was done, he added a new part of the ritual. He smoked a cigarette, using me as his ashtray. The smell of my burning flesh made me sick and I threw up violently. "Oh, poor Isabella," he sneered. "You're not going to look your best when you see your daddy..."

A pin prick was felt on my neck and I slipped back into unconsciousness.

A/N: Hint of the reveal in this chapter. You'll hear more next chapter. I still keep my promise of no rape. Please don't flounce...