Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Tristan

Damn it…

Although I know I should let her go, I feel like I should go after her.

I’m only not doing so because when my phone rings while I’m here on the island, it’s going to be either Massimo or Nick.

I pick up my phone and see it’s Nick.

I’m almost glad it’s not Massimo because he wasn’t happy the plan with Sacha didn’t work. I also know even though he didn’t question me, he wasn’t happy I believed Isabella.

“Hi,” I say.

“Boss, I’m just checking in. I’ve noticed some senior shadow members arrive to help with the search for Isabella. Just thought you should know.”

“Thanks,” I reply. The sign of senior Shadow members is good and bad at the same time. “Keep watch.”

“You know I will,” he assures me, and we hang up.

I haven’t stopped thinking about what the fuck we’re supposed to do now. The fucking door of opportunity is still there for us to move in with a surprise attack. But we need to know where Mortimer is.

I’m thinking of everything we can do that doesn’t involve plan B. Without a location though I’m at a loss. I keep going around in circles in my mind and that’s the same answer I keep coming up with. I’ve taken time we don’t have to think, and it feels like a waste.

I decide to head up to my room. I don’t sleep for long though. My mind is on Isabella, on what I saw when I stepped into the window of her soul and took more than a peek.

She looked like she needed to be saved. Not from me though. It was the darkness she’s lived in as Mortimer Viggo’s daughter.

When I kissed her, I felt her fears. When she kissed me back they faded away. It was like that hope she wished for filled her and at the same time it filled me too.

I wanted more. More of the feeling, but more of her. I always want more of her and it’s getting harder to resist. Even harder since I know she wants me too.

She gave me a little piece of her soul. A piece of her I didn’t have to take. She gave it willingly and gave me another thirst in the same breath.

Isabella is the last thing on my mind when I eventually fall asleep, and she’s the first thing on my mind when I wake.

I wake with that thirst making me crave her more than I did last night.

It makes me get up and as I make my way to her room, just to see her I think of nothing else. Not how wrong my intentions might be, and not that she’s a woman I shouldn’t cross the line with again.

I stop at the door and for the first time I knock.

When she opens the door, surprise fills her beautiful face.

“Morning,” I say speaking first.

“Good morning. You knocked?”

“Yeah, I came to see how you were.”

“You did?”

“I’m here.”

“I’m okay. I was just getting ready to go outside. Just on the beach. It’s nice out there.”

She glances outside then looks back to me. There’s a light in her eyes that sparkles.