"Do you want coffee or tea?" I asked Emmet when I walked into the kitchen. He was already up. Obviously. The words 'lie' and 'in' did not exist together in Emmett's mind. I even got up a few days ago at seven o clock in the morning to see if I could beat him, but there he was, as always, on the white leather living room sofa, that was directly attached to the gorgeous white and black marble kitchen. The whole house was open plan and on one floor.

He always had a swanky laptop in front of him and a stupidly huge amount of notes haphazardly flung across the coffee table. I'd tried to have a sneak peak over his shoulder a couple of times, all I saw was scribbles of illegible handwriting and some photos. Of what?

I didn't see.

The first time I ended up pulled over the back of the sofa and face planting the cushions before Emmett gave me a stern lecture on "sneaking around". Which was entirely uncalled for as he wasn't exactly being secretive about what he was doing! it is the worst kind of torture having answers to everything literally staring you in the face every morning but not being able to get to them.

Why he couldn't do it in his bloody room, I don't know! Maybe he enjoyed seeing me tormented.

The second time was more of a warning, he hadn't even turned around and acknowledged me, just snapped his hand back to gently grasp and tug my wrist and say my name in that gorgeous rumbling voice of his, which is even deeper when he's giving reprimanding you. Hell I might just attempt it again if he said my name in that same way. But for some reason Emmett doesn't seem like the kind of guy to let me get away with it three times.

"Tea please". He seemed to like to alternate between the two.

I knew how he took it now, strong and black, same as his coffee. This guy was man all the way through. We'd been here for just under two weeks now. Where here was, I honestly couldn't tell you anything except, in the middle of a fucking forest. I am so sick of trees. If I don't see another tree in my whole life I will be an extremely happy girl, nothing would make me more happy than to live the rest of my life in treeless bliss.

Oh Don't worry, I'd tried prying answers out of Emmett, but this guys will is as rock hard as his abs, I "didn't need to know" or "the less you know the better". I'd exhausted all those arguments by day three and now just get on with it.

But today, today I was feeling rejuvenated, more like the old Bella, who didn't take crap from anybody. Who, most of all, never gave up. I know, that's what got me into this mess in the first place. Snooping at the Cullen mansion, to try find out the families secrets hadn't ended so well and it had taken me these past twelve days to work through everything that had happened, and all that I'd found out, and finally feel a bit better.

So I made Emmett his tea…

An hour later I was sat at the coffee table trying to decipher Emmett's appalling handwriting while he peacefully snoozed next to me. How long he'd be out for I have no clue! It was mean, I know okay! I should probably listen to the guy who's trying to save my skin. But I am so sick of not knowing what's happening. This is my life. I deserve to have answers, like why I was knocked out by my fiancée and held captive in a dank basement, and of course chased by a psychopath with a penchant for murderous glares, mocking behaviour and metal poles? I'm sure if you'd come across the sleeping pills in the bathroom the thought would at least of crossed your mind.

So, so far, I could tell he was making travel plans for me. By the looks of it, he was favouring places with more bloody leaves and wood.

No. Way.

He wasn't going to chuck me on a plane, with no answers, and leave me to a life of solitude in a wood, like some kind of twisted red riding hood. Maybe if it was Paris or somewhere I could go along with it, but seriously? I am not going to hide away in the trees with all the birds and monkeys. He could fuck right off.

Anyway moving on…

"Ah!" Now this was interesting…

This supposedly looked like a Plan B. Something about Edward and forcing abdication. So this was some kind of Empire, and Edward was in charge, or at least going to be, but in charge of what? There was a list of names, none of which meant anything to me, about five people had the surname Black, including "Billy Black", I wonder if that's the drivers last name. I remember him telling me his name was Billy, but I guess it wasn't exactly an unusual name.

"Now that's interesting" I murmured to myself. On another sheet was a few names I recognised.

Carlisle Cullen

Esme Cullen

Edward Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Jasper Whitlock

Rosalie Whitlock

Charlie Swan-

Charlie?! Why the hell is my Dad's name on here?!

Isabella swan

What on earth…? Why was my name on here? Why, if Jasper is Edward and Emmett's brother,does he have a different surname? Shush, Bella, that's not important, maybe he has a different mother or father? But even so, you'd have thought in this sort of family, he would still have the Cullen's last name? Why is dad on this list?

I shoved the list aside and kept scouring through the papers. There wasn't much that really made sense. There was a list of addresses and other names associated with these. They wasn't any individual names, each address seemed to be related to families. There was a handful of papers that looked like blueprints to buildings, one of which was named "Arms 1" and then there was a second and third of these, another named "Import 1" and there was several of these. Now I've told you before, I am not an imbecile. Arms and imports together, I'm guessing the Cullen's family business wasn't something as innocent as floristry or department stores.

Great.

I sighed and put my head into my hands. Somehow I'd gotten involved with an heir to some kind of underground crime family. Bloody brilliant. I'm unlucky but come on!

But this time, I think this is more than a random unfortunate coincidence. My Dad is somehow involved in all of this…no way.

I took the list of our names again and stood up, pacing around the coffee table, trying to wipe the thought from my mind. My Dad is a good man, not a dirty cop, there's no way he's mixed up in this willingly…is there?

I'd only known my father for four years. My mum had abandoned me when I was a small child and I'd been in and out foster homes my entire life. When I'd turned 18 I was given information on my situation, including my birth fathers name and I'd tracked him down. He'd had no idea I'd existed, up until the moment I'd planted myself on his front door step and introduced myself. What if I didn't really know him at all?

I had even more questions now, I'd thought this would give me answers, and it has in a way, but the few answers I've gained have led to more and more riddles.

I whipped my head around when I heard Emmett groan on the couch.

He was stirring…shit.

I quickly ran into my bedroom and got a book out, best to pretend for now that I'd given him his tea and gone back to my room, oblivious to his nap.

"Fuck!" I whispered. Annoyed with myself. I'd taken the bloody list in here with me. He can't notice the one piece of paper gone can he? There's hundreds on there! Just calm down, put it back later. Yeah? When?! He never leaves those papers on the damn table. I felt my heart rate pick up when I heard the couches leather creak and folded the piece of paper and tucked it into my romance novel.

"Bella?"Emmett shouted from the living room. I could have done with some more time, I'd gotten through less than half of the papers. I should have gone through the damn laptop first!

"Yeah?" I yelled back, and mentally slapped myself. Squeaky voice Bells, tone it down! Jesus.

"You okay?" He shouted.

"Yeah, sure, fine. I'm fine. Why?" Okay. Bit better.

He didn't reply for a few seconds.

"Can you come here a sec'?" His deep voice seemed to echo around the place. Jesus…okay. Composure Bella. I put the book into the bedside drawer and got up. Quickly giving myself a shake and a few calming breaths and made my way into the living room.

"What's up?" I asked his back. He was sat up now. Hunched over the laptop. He turned his head and looked me over, still hunched over the table, he chucked his head at me.

"Come here." Ooookay.

I walked over to him and stood next to the couch. See, normally, the person standing over the sitting down person, tends to have the upper hand. It's one of those weird human power play things, you know like when businessmen shake hands? The one with their hand on top is normally the higher ranked individual? Or the one with firmer grip? Well not in this case…I may has we'll have been in a zoo, all caged up and on display the way he was looking at me.

"What is it?" I tried to seem inpatient. Crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows.

He kept looking at me, it made me really nervous and uncomfortable, so I shuffled my feet and looked out the window.

"How long have you been in your room for?" He asked.

I looked back at him and he had his hands clasped, dangling between his knees.

"I don't know…an hour? Why?" I consciously loosened the grip I had on my arms, God this is stressful, this lying malarkey.

He looked down at my arms and narrowed his eyes slightly as if in deep thought, then he smiled up at me. "No reason." I blinked and turned back to my room, slowly breathing out of my mouth, I must have been holding my breath.

"Bella?" His voice was right in my ear and I screeched and jumped a mile, backing away from him and turning around.

"Damn it Emmett! What the hell is wrong with you?" I crossed my arms again and tried to slow my racing heart, puffing out a breath.

"Do you like writing?" He asked randomly. What sort of question is that? A bit off topic…

"No…why?"I asked, blaring suspicion, in my voice.

He took a step towards me and grasped you hands, tugging them away from my body and turning them palm up.

"You know I purposefully use a watered down fountain pen. It takes the ink a lot longer to dry." He murmured, running his hands over my black smudged finger tips. My eyelids fluttered shut and I sighed in surrender.

Busted.

He took hold of my chin and turned my face upwards. "What did you use?" He asked quietly.

"W-what do you mean?" I had to clear my throat of the damn frog that was stuck there.

His gaze darkened. "Don't play stupid. What did you use to knock me out?" He was losing patience.

I looked down "sleeping pills…" I murmured.

"Where are they?" He was weirdly calm. I thought he'd be fucking furious. If I knew he'd be this calm I'd have just kept trying to sneak a peek. Though I doubt that would have given me much information. "Go get them."

Normally, I'd have thrown a hissy fit and told him to get them his damn self, but I'd rather not push him into getting mad.

I walked into the bathroom and opened the mirror cabinet and got the small bottle of prescription pills. According to this they belonged to "John smith". I'd snorted when I'd first read that. Original. I went back to Emmett and quietly put them in his waiting hand, and he then pocketed them.

I puffed my cheeks out and exhaled loudly, I felt like a naughty school girl, who'd been caught ditching class.

"Did you look at the laptop?" He asked calmly.

"No" I forced out. Agitated. But I wish I'd bloody done that first.

He took hold of my chin again.

"Did. You. Look. At. The. Laptop?" He ground out more forcefully. He must be really holding onto his temper right now.

"No." I said equally as forceful. Why the hell would I lie now?

He sighed and released my chin scrubbing his hand over his face, as if dealing with a petulant child. Asshole.

"Fuck you Emmett." I growled and turned heel going back to my room. He growled in response, much better than mine, his was a lot more animalistic, more like a bear, where as mine was something more akin to a mouse. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me back to him, so I ended up with my hand planted firmly on his chest. Well…this seems familiar. Last time I was in this position I ended up nearly fucking him against an "employee only" wall of a club.

"Don't test my patience Bella. I'm trying really fucking hard not to lose it at you right now." He carried on, his hand still grasping my wrist, which I pulled out of his hold and used to push against his chest with.

"Oh yeah? How the hell do you think I feel? I've just read a bunch of fucking nonsense, that pretty much implies you and your family are a bunch of criminals! And I was going to marry one of you! How the fuck do you think I feel Emmett?!" I yelled as much into his face as I could, considering he's got nearly a whole foot on me.

He stared at me, his jaw grinding and his eyes hard and nostrils flaring.

"Go back to your room Bella." He ordered.

"I'm not a bloody child Emmett!" But I stormed back to my room anyway, digging into my nightstand and grabbing the romance book before stalking back out again towards him. He looked at my hand, probably a little confused as to why I was going to shove a book in his face. I grasped the front page and shook out the folded piece of paper with our names on and shoved it into his chest. He took a hold of it and unfolded it.

"Why are all of our names on there? Why is my name on there? My Dad's name? Why does jasper have a different name to you if he's your supposed brother and why the fuck does your father, if that's even what he is, need me to marry Edward so badly?" I was now pacing the living room, throwing my hands around everywhere, while demanding answers. I turned around to face him and I could feel my eyes burning with angry unshed tears.

He had gone back to the staring. No anger evident in his face again. Calm.

"I can't tell you that Bella." He stated.

I screamed. Genuinely screamed in frustration. "I can't take this anymore Emmett! What does it matter if I know?! It's not going to change what's happening! Surely it's better I KNOW what I'm involved in than be left in the dark!" I was nearly tearing my hair out and the tears were now leaking from my eyes. I was so fed up of not knowing. "I don't know why I was treated the way I was a couple of weeks ago. I don't think I even know who my own Dad is? Do I? my own father has been lying to me. I can't trust anyone! Why were you even working in the bar that night? You don't need to work! Your house proves that!" His eyes flashed with something and he marched towards me, taking hold of my upper arms and giving me a shake.

"Calm the fuck down Bella. You're going to hurt yourself!" He was right, clawing at my head in frustration, I could feel where I'd repeatedly scratched my scalp. "I want to give you all the answers. Seeing you like this. Of course I do. But you have a much better chance of getting out of this, alive, if you don't know! But now you've screwed all that up because you couldn't see past your fucking curiosity!" He suddenly let go of me and turned away from me sharply taking deep controlled breaths. He braced himself against the wall, looking down at the floor, his back to me. I took my own breaths and massaged the back of my tension filled neck, but I ended up crying again.

"Please Emmett. I understand what you're saying. I do. You're trying to protect me. But I can't go back to my old life now, to my dad, not knowing how we're involved in this. I just want to know, why the man I thought I loved could do the things he did to me. Could send that animal up the stairs after me and not care that I'd nearly had sex with is own brother. I've been with Edward for two and a half years. I've introduced him to my friends and family, I've changed myself for him, I became someone I didn't like, for him, and now that's all gone and I'm in the middle of nowhere, with you, and you're planning on sending me away to try and keep me safe. But I don't even know what you're trying to protect me from. Please. Just tell me something. Anything."

He didn't move. Just stayed still and quiet, braced against the wall. After what felt like forever, he said something that changed everything.

"Your Dad is Carlisle's half brother".

Okay then. So…puzzle that one out for a second. My head is hurting after this chapter. Man it was hard and great to write. So…what on earth is going on? Half brother? I know right…doesn't that mean they're related? Hmmm…you'll have to wait and see I suppose ;) 3 please review if you can, I want to know if this is going in the direction you thought or not? X