Beauty & The Biker

Goldoni has Isa, one arm is hooked around her waist, and the other hand is holding a gun to her temple. Motherfucker.

“If I pull out the scissors, he could bleed out,” Cyrus tells me assessing Gabe’s injuries.

“Take him and Ariala, get them out of here. Goldoni is mine.”

Cyrus gives me a chin lift, helps Gabe to his feet, and supports him enough to get him out of the room.

“Tristian. Bidding is over. Isa is bought and paid for,” Goldoni brags smugly.

“Let her go. This is between you and me.”

“Don’t think so Tris. This is between me and my what did you call her…pet.” Goldoni fires a warning shot clipping my left ear.

He’s going to pay for that.

Isa is eerily calm. “It’s okay Tristian, I want to go with him. You can go.” She looks straight in my eyes, giving no hint of emotion, as if she is as dead inside as I was for the years before she came back into my life.

My heart falls to the floor she can’t mean that. “Isa?”

She grimaces and turns into Goldoni. “Take me home with you. You said you can get my dad the best medical care and make sure my family is taken care of. I accept your terms. You let Tristian and my sister go freely and I’ll do anything you want.”

“Okay.” he smiles. “That wasn’t so hard, little pet. It’s all just business Tris. You understand.” He kisses the top of Isa’s head and I lose my cool.

I don’t think I just shoot clipping him in the shoulder. He drops the gun and Isa wrestles from his hold. She picks up the gun he dropped as he clutches his shoulder.

Isa runs to my side and Goldoni laughs. “Go ahead Tristian. Kill me.”

“Shooting you is too easy,” I say unsure of what I will do with him, but whatever I decide it will be long, drawn out, and extremely painful.

“Easy but effective,” Isa says as she pulls the trigger. Goldoni’s eyes are wide with shock with a single bullet hole between them.

“I had it under control.” I take the gun from Isa’s trembling fingers. “We need to get out of here.” I kiss the side of her shock stricken face.

Isa doesn’t say anything. She steps out of the red heels she is wearing and slides the slip of a dress from her body.

“What are you doing?” Has she lost it?

She takes her white dress from the table and pulls it over her head. “Take me home Tristian,” she says finally.

“Sure, I’ll drive you to your Papi.” I swallow hard not wanting to let her go, but if letting her go is what she needs I have to give it to her.

“Not to Papi. I want to go home with you,” she says clutching my arm.

I tuck the extra gun in my waistband and pull her into me. “I fucking love you princess.”

She stares up at me with those doe eyes and says,” I love you too Tristian.”

Isa fusses over my ear but it was just a graze, nothing serious.

Sirens blare in the background as the rest of my crew shows up to clean up and pay off the police. I put Cyrus in charge of fabricating a story. I know he will put a good spin on this shit.

**

Isa is silent on the drive to the mansion. There is so much we need to discuss. I know she remembers, but does she remember everything? Am I going to lose her forever now that I have just gotten her back?

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When we get inside the house she surprises me. “Take a bath with me and we can talk. I have a lot to say to you.”