Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

Chapter Fifteen

Tristan

Fuck…

I can’t even bother to ask myself what the hell is wrong with me.

There’s no point.

Maybe I’ve lost my mind with worry over Dominic, or I really am consumed with lust.

Nah… even I can admit it’s neither of those.

Yes, I’m worried as fuck about Dominic, but I won’t use that as an excuse for my actions. Neither will I say I was consumed with lust and couldn’t think straight. That makes me sound like I’m no better than an animal.

The answer is simple: I want her again. I want to fuck her again. That’s why I was able to tell her as much.

I’m not supposed to cross that line again and I keep taunting my fucking self.

Hearing those moans fall from her lips and her willingness for me to eat out her pussy drove me crazy. I had to do it. I needed to do it like I needed oxygen.

I did it knowing my mouth won’t be enough.

I wanted Isabella from the first time we met. Maybe well before that when I first looked at that picture of her. I was so focused on the plan to take her that I wasn’t really thinking of my internal desires until I was.

It was the day in the park when we spoke. That was the defining moment for me when things changed. It was when I realized there was something about her that drew me in.

That look in her eyes I recognized got me good. Now I’m like a fucking schmuck who’s struggling to focus.

I walk to my room and head to the shower. I throw off my clothes and turn on the cold stream. Once I get in, I let the water run over me while I jerk off like a fucking teenage boy. I can’t remember the last time I had to do something like that, but I can’t walk around pitching a fucking tent with Candace around.

Even if she weren’t here, and it was just me and Dominic I wouldn’t do it either because he’d know exactly what was up with me. I don’t want to explain any of the feelings I shouldn’t have for Isabella, and I doubt he’d understand.

My attraction to Isabella is completely different to Massimo and Emelia’s relationship.

Emelia is Ricardo Balesteri’s daughter. Before we knew what Riccardo was up to, Massimo played his cards right in a plot to destroy him to get him back for what he did to our family.

We knew the bastard was broke and he had to borrow from us. Massimo took Emelia as payment for the debt and made the man sign over his assets to him.

When I could see he had feelings for Emelia well before any arrangement was made it was me who encouraged him to love her. I encouraged him to see her for who she was and not the enemy’s daughter.

It would not be the same thing for me because Riccardo is not Mortimer Viggo. Mortimer is guilty of too much and many have suffered and are still suffering because of him.

I really do need to get back my control over the situation. That is what I need to do and that’s why I decide to stay away from Isabella the next day.

While I do some company work, I watch her through the camera on my phone and see that she takes sips of the water we bring her but doesn’t touch the food.

I wondered if she thought it might be poison but then I realize it wasn’t that. She literally doesn’t want to eat. Candace and Dominic alternate taking her food, each to no avail.

I have a meeting with Massimo after breakfast and then I’ll go in and see Isabella again. It’s pissing me off that she’s not eating. She won’t be able to keep it up. The days are passing and the clock’s ticking. We’re nowhere close to where we need to be, and we don’t know where to begin to find Mortimer.

I carry in the laptop we’ll be using for the conference call.

I make my way inside the kitchen and meet Candace’s disapproving glare.

“Good morning to you too,” I say sarcastically.

She rolls her eyes at me and pops a slice of bread in the toaster.