Edward POV

I cannot believe this. I made the suggestion to come to Savannah and I am regretting that decision with every breath I take. I could not believe that Bella was here. I expected her to be somewhere in the world after we left, but I was not prepared to see her here. I had not wanted to come back here tonight after we ran into her last night, but I was overruled and told that I could stay at the hotel if I didn't want to come back.

I could gladly admit that watching Bella on stage with her violin was hypnotizing. She was a beautiful vision, even if her dress showed far too much skin for my liking, playing beautiful music and I was entranced. Bella had grown into a woman I was proud of. I couldn't believe that she had such grace and poise.

I had lied to my family the day I had broken it off with Bella. I had told them that Jasper's attack had made Bella realize that as long as she stayed human, she was vulnerable to attack even from within the family. I had told them that once she had come to that conclusion that she had wanted nothing more to do with my family and had asked us to leave her alone and that she wanted a clean break and had refused to even say goodbye to any of them.

My family had nearly broken apart, but with Esme's love and Carlisle's kindness, we only lost one member. Unfortunately for me it wasn't the one I had hoped it would be. I truly missed Alice and I hoped she was happy wherever she was, but I wanted my sister back and I wanted the monster she left to leave with his obnoxious and boisterous friends. I felt like my IQ dropped the longer I spent any time with any of them and I couldn't understand how anyone as good as Alice had been with Jasper for nearly 60 years.

I had been shocked when that heathen Peter had forced Jasper to talk to Bella yesterday before I had the chance, but he had me pinned to the chair so I couldn't move! I'm not sure how he managed it because I didn't hear his thoughts before it happened and what was worse was that I also couldn't get the information I needed out of his head to get out of the hold he had me in! I was even more shocked to see her reaction to him and then place her hands so close to his mouth! He could have bitten her! He could have drained her! I even picked up from Jasper's thoughts that he was amazed that she had done that and that he could feel that she did truly trust him! How was that possible?!

So here I was, in the same bar I was in last night, trying to figure out this little game Jasper and Peter were playing with Bella. What was their end game? What interest did they have in my Bella? What could I do to put a wrench in their horribly laid plans? I wasn't sure, but I would find out one way or another.

For once I was glad that I was the one who could read minds, because I made Jasper and Peter out to be some truly despicable villains that a teenager would find in their silly comic books. The thought, though hilarious, gave me pause because they truly were villainous and monstrous, but unfortunately for me they weren't characters in a book. They were real and I would do whatever it took for Bella to see them as the monsters they are.

That goal might be a bit harder to achieve considering the lap dance my Bella just gave that monster. I can't believe that she would degrade herself like that! I could barely stand her being ogled by the bar patrons while she was on stage, but this! This nonsense was unacceptable! She just mounted his lap like she belonged there and proceeded to sing and moan like a wanton whore and NO ONE stopped her! I honestly didn't expect Jasper to stop her because clearly he wasn't thinking with the head on his shoulders, but I was expecting Carlisle or Emmett to stop her from writhing around on Jasper like that.

Although after looking into their minds, I was appalled to find that not only were they not thinking about removing her from his lap, but they actually found Bella's little show to be arousing! Ugh! I kicked both Carlisle and Emmett under the table and gave a pointed glare to both of them. Carlisle had the grace to at least look ashamed I mean he was ogling his daughter for Christ's sakes. Emmett however, just smirked at me and wiggled his eyebrows. His thoughts were crude and disgusting and I pitied Rosalie for being mated to that animal.

Rosalie herself was unimpressed with Bella, which was nothing new and I had a feeling she would not hesitate to let her twin know what she thought of that little display. Esme…well, Esme was a different story. She was so shocked about what she was witnessing that I couldn't hear anything from her. I knew how she felt.

My mood got progressively worse as my Bella asked that monster of a brother of mine for a dance. I couldn't help my reaction. I replied "A dance? You?" I was appalled that she would bother to ask and ask him no less. Bella doesn't dance. She never has. She hates it because she has two left feet.

Apparently my shocks hadn't quite finished for the evening, because when they started on a traditional Cha-Cha Esme had to shut my mouth with one of her fingers. Bella was dancing! And dancing very well from everything I could see. Then my brother upped the game and started doing tricks and throws with her. I wanted desperately to run up to them, grab Bella, and keep her on the ground. He was going to hurt her if he kept that up!

I was grateful when the music finally stopped, but I was insanely jealous and angry at how close Jasper had gotten to her. His head could not have gotten any closer to her body and I knew from reading his mind that he was certainly enjoying the effect he was having on her. He was imagining putting himself into a similar position with her, but with far less clothing and I couldn't help the growl that escaped me. She was MINE and he couldn't have her! I wouldn't let him.

When Bella asked for another song, I thought that she would pick someone else to dance with, preferably me, but when she told him not to go anywhere, I knew my patience was about to be tested yet again.

Karios…I was unfamiliar with it, but Lindsay and Bella were not. From what I gathered from Lindsay's thoughts, it was a more daring dance piece and she was impressed that Bella had wanted to try it. Tango's usually are daring depending on the type, but Bella seemed to be comfortable with this one. The further they got into the music, the more angry I became. I was beside myself with anger when their faces got close enough to eachother for either one of them to share a kiss, or their bodies moving so closely together that there wasn't a lick of sunlight between them.

She was mine! It was only my body that was supposed to be that close to her glorious curves. My body that was able to move like that with her. I was the only one that could be that close to her without hurting her. Yet here I was, sitting at a table, watching my brother man-handle the woman who was supposed to be mine. I suddenly felt sick. I had to get out of here before I destroyed the whole bar in my rage.

He would pay dearly for crossing me.