Repaying the Mafia’s Dept

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.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

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.

“Good, you can come outside with me,” I tell her, and her eyes widen slightly. “I’ll show you around.”

“Thanks… I’d like that,” she agrees, and I can seeshe knows something has changed between us. I think she also knows I want more, whatever that more may be.

Walking out into the woods feels like walking in my back garden.

I usually go to the beach, avoiding venturing to the other parts of the island that I’d been to with Alyssa. Today isn’t like that.

The memories exist, yes, but like a wisp of smoke they evaporate into the air and what I see is the beautiful woman walking next to me absorbing the scenery. Her face lighting up at everything. The sight of the house, the beach, the whole setting.

I thought she would like the miniature rose garden so I Ieave that for the last part of the tour. It leads to what I think is the most beautiful part of the island-the waterfall.

When we get there I’m as taken with the beauty of the surroundings as I was when I first bought the place.

The view is breathtaking, and so is she.

“My God… this is so beautiful,” she smiles, and reminds me of how she was at the club. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

“It’s a beauty.”

She looks around at the hummingbirds and gasps, moving closer to them.

She turns back to me and smiles wide.

“Where are we Tristan? There’s no way you can withhold such information from me now. I just want to know because it feels like paradise.”

I smile back at her and decide it wouldn’t hurt to share some information. She deserves to have some idea of where she is. “It’s considered part of the Bahamas. But it’s a private island.”

“Yours?”

“Mine.”

“I’ve never met anyone with their own island before. It’s cool. So now I know I’m in the Caribbean. I like it here.”

We sit by the bank and suddenly we’re talking. We’re talking like we aren’t the people who left the house. We don’t talk about our situation, just our surroundings. I talk about the island and she tells me about her job.

Then it starts to rain. And as the rain falls it washes away the persona we’ve created for the last few hours.

I swear I look up to the sky and when I look back at her there’s a shift in the mood that calls to the part of me who wants her again.

It’s raining but still bright and her eyes give her away again.

I reach out and cup her face and she closes her eyes like she’s savoring the feel of my fingers on her skin.

It’s a light rain but it only takes seconds for it to drench her t-shirt, making the fabric cling to her gorgeous breasts. The points of her light pink nipples become more noticeable and she sees me looking at her.

I can’t look away, no more than I can stop myself from tasting her. I wanted more the other day. I still do.

I’ve never stopped wanting more of this woman and the look in her eyes is a tell that she wants me too.

I reach for her left breast and stroke over the huge swell, watching in delight as the nipple pebbles just from my touch.

The taut peak points toward me, begging to be sucked. There’s no fucking way I’m gonna see tits like this and not indulge myself so I do. I lower my head and take the pleading nipple into my mouth, sucking through the cotton of her t-shirt.

As her nipple hardens further, so does my cock.

I run my hands over her soft, silky skin, pulling her closer so I can suck harder.

Wanting to feel her soft flesh in my mouth I lift the hem of her t-shirt and tug at the cup of her bra, so the nipple pops out. When I return my mouth to her bare skin, I nearly blow my load.

She moans and it’s all I can do to control myself.

I stop because if I’m going to venture down this forbidden path, I’m doing it properly.

“Come here,” I say to her and she comes closer to me, leaning in to receive the kiss I’ve been dying to give her since the last.