“I’m not sorry Tristian and I don’t want you to be either,” Isa whispers into my neck, before biting my collarbone. “We are going to have our Happily Ever After.”
“Fuck yeah we are princess.”
Epilogue
ISABELLA
“I have nothing to say to him,” I say reaching the phone back to Tristian after clicking end call.
“He is still your father Isa,” Tristian argues.
It’s been six weeks since I got back the piece of me that was missing—my memory—Tristian. My father knew what Angelo forced Tristian and I to do, and chose to bury the secret. In his version of the truth, Tristian and I were too curious for our own good. But I know, and Tristian knows, his father made us do the things we did to one another. My father can’t accept the fact that he allowed Angelo to buy his silence.
Tristian keeps urging me to talk to Papi, but I have nothing more to say to him. I will see him when I go to visit Ari in rehab, maybe we can talk then. After everything that happened she finally admitted to her drug addiction, and told me how Rain convinced her she could make enough money working for Goldoni in a week, to buy my freedom from Tristian. It was all lies and she fell for it.
Speaking of Rain, she was charged for her part in everything that happened at the warehouse. The paper wrote up a big article about how Goldoni had been abusing her and forced her to aid him in his human trafficking pyramid. Cyrus tells a great story. Rain is rotting away in a jail cell and I’m not sorry about it.
Gabe recovered quickly from his stab wound. He was discharged from the military, and is recognized as a hero for saving my sister from Goldoni. There was another article about him taking out Goldoni and his men to save Ariala. Oddly enough the two of them have plans to go on a date after she graduates from her sobriety program.
Elsabeth came by a few days ago to invite me to her baby shower. We are taking baby steps to become close again. Our father had forbidden her and Ari from talking to me about the past, claiming it would only set me back. I know they are sorry but it doesn’t excuse any of it. It doesn’t make seeing or talking to them any easier, no matter what their intentions were.
We’ve had a lot to talk about and process but Tristian and I are in a good place right now. We’ve been through some messed up things, but we love each other.
Tristian pulls me into his lap by my pearls. I never take them off, they make me feel close to my Lita. His lips claim mine and I melt into him. His tongue sweeps over my lips and my panties are soaked.
“Will it ever stop?” I ask.
“What?” He asks in return.
“Wanting to strip you down, examine your inked body, and lick you all over as I trace your tattoos with my tongue.”
He pulls his shirt off and I move from his lap as he stands to take off his pants.
I shove him to the center of the floor. “Turn for me, let me see you Tristian. Spin,” I demand.
He throws his head back and laughs and it is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. Tristan healthy, naked, and smiling. What more could any girl ever want.
“Told you, you can look all you like princess.”
And They Lived Happily Ever After
The End