Beauty & The Biker

Goldoni takes her by the hand and places her in the hands of the second man. Trying to be sly I watch them from the corner of my eye to see how they leave. I’m gravely disappointed when they go into one of the rooms the other girls came out of.

One by one, the girls, including my sister, disappear into a room. Three bidders and myself remain. I step forward ready to get this over with. Goldoni holds his hand up stopping me.

“Sorry gentleman, bidding is over this one is special, and she belongs to me for now.” His mouth curves into a wicked grin as he sees the distaste on my face.

The men appear displeased but leave without a word.

Goldoni takes my hand and leads me back into the room I was in earlier.

“Have a seat Isabella.” He gestures to the chair, pretending to be friendly.

I smile politely. “I’d much prefer to stand.” There is no way he is going to put his greasy paws on me.

He takes a seat on the desk, appearing smug. His dark hair appearing wet under the glare of the track lighting. I imagine he was handsome in his youth. When he smiles there is the hint of dimples, suppressed by his bloated appearance.

Goldoni is a large man with broad shoulders and a protruding gut. His dark eyes rake over my body.

“Come to me Isa,” he demands.

I shake my head, hugging my torso. “Why am I here? I want to speak to Tristian.” I need to stall him. I need to buy Tristian time. He’ll come for me, I know he will.

He sighs, wiping his hand across the back of his thick neck. A large vein pulses near his Adam’s apple. That’s where I will stab him with my scissors, if he touches me.

“Tristian sold you to me. He’s not coming to the rescue.”

“I don’t believe you.” I stand firm. Tristian may have had unconventional ways for showing me his true feelings, but I know deep in my heart tha

t he loves me. He always has, we share a soul.

“Believe it or not, doesn’t change the circumstances you’ve found yourself in. Now come to me Isa. I’m not a patient man and I always get what I want,” he demands growing more irritated with every passing second.

Hurry up Tristian.

“You can’t have what isn’t yours to take, and I cannot give you what doesn’t belong to you. I gave myself to someone years ago, and until I am reunited with him, I will no longer be whole.” Tristian is my one, he’s the piece of me that I’ve been missing.

“That’s sweet Isa, but you are wearing on my patience.” He raises from the desk, and I slide my fingers up the back of my dress to retrieve my crummy weapon. But it’s the only defense I have. Sometimes a girl has to save herself.

It happens so quickly. Goldoni grabs me by my waist. Gun shots ring out from the other side of the door and I plunge the scissors into his neck, hardly grazing him. It always worked in the books I read.

He wipes at the scratch on his neck and laughs before pushing me to the side as the door swings open. Gabe.

My eyes widen in shock as he tackles Goldoni.

Chapter 24

TRISTIAN

Looking at Gabe’s GPS I know exactly where Isa is. Goldoni has her at his dummy corporation on the highway. He isn’t as smart as he thinks he is. I know where his secret entrance is. My father sold the property to him about six years ago.

Rain is running her mouth from the backseat while pretty boy snores.

“You are so dumb. Isa is long gone by now with all the others. I can’t believe you never figured it out Tris. The girls who fail their drug test. They don’t get fired. I offer them an opportunity to make better money. Only they don’t know they’ll never see a penny. Goldoni sells them to the highest bidder.” She laughs, cackling like the evil bitch she is.

Turning in my seat I slap her on the mouth. “Shut up bitch.” She laughs louder throwing her head back and wiping the blood from her mouth.

“I wish I could have seen Isa’s face when Goldoni told her you sold her to him. I bet she won’t be so pretty after he fucks her.”

I cock my gun at her and Cy grabs my shoulder. “We might need her breathing.”