I cock my gun at her and Cy grabs my shoulder. “We might need her breathing.”
He has a point but doesn’t mean I like it. This bitch betrayed me. I let her into my fold and it was all a ploy for my inheritance. The girls getting fired or quitting were being tricked into going to Goldoni willingly, with false promises of making a quick buck. No more. Tonight I take Goldoni out and put an end to this shit for good.
I give Cyrus directions and turn my attention to waking up Gabe. I don’t like him but we need his help. If I know anything, I know the warehouse will be guarded. And we will be ready.
Smacking at Gabe’s cheeks I yell at him to get up.
“You done knocked him the fuck out,” Cyrus observes.
I pinch his nose closed and clamp my hand over his mouth to stop his breathing. His eyes pop open and I let go as he struggles to breathe.
“About time you joined us. Now, Rain, you get to make yourself useful for once. How many men are at the warehouse that are armed?”
“I’m not telling you shit.” She spits at me.
“Have it your way. Cy, pullover. Bitch can walk.” I don’t have to worry about her calling and ratting me out. Cyrus already confiscated her phone. By the time she reaches civilization it will be morning and I’ll be buried balls deep in Isa. Cyrus gets out and makes her walk the opposite way a few feet before deserting her. Good riddance.
I fill Gabe in on my plan as Cyrus continues to drive to our destination. He will go in first to do a head and gun count, while seeing if he can get his eyes on Isa. We will communicate via text message, but should anything go wrong, he is to shoot first and ask questions later. Tim and the others are meeting us, but I don’t know if they will get here in time.
I can’t go in blind and if I lose Gabe, well, it’s no sweat off my back. Pretty boy doesn’t mean a fucking thing to me. We drop him near the gate with two guns. He is a Marine; he can make do.
Cyrus and I get into position and wait for the rest of the Sinners.
I am about to give up on Gabe when a text comes through from him.
Prettyboy: One dead outside looks like the man who took Isa - 3 gunned inside saw Isa get taken to a room. I think I can get to her unseen.
Must be Briggs. Serves the cocksucker right.
Tris: Don’t make a move wait for me.
He doesn’t respond. If he does something stupid and gets Isa hurt, I will kill him without second thought.
“Let’s move,” I whisper tapping Cyrus on the shoulder. There isn’t time to wait for anyone else.
We move quietly through the trees and make our way to the hidden side door that I’m not sure even Goldoni knows about. At least I hope he doesn’t. I need the element of surprise on my side.
Backs to the wall we make our way down the dark hall. Three shots fire. The urge to run in with my own gun blazing is gnawing at me, but Isa can’t afford for me to be stupid. Cyrus and I make it to the end of the hall. A tall blonde comes running past us screaming. I instantly recognize her as one of the dancers who Rain claimed failed her drug test.
Cyrus holds up three fingers and then points to the dead goons on the ground. Pretty boy is good. I take back what I said. I could use a guy like him in my fold if he didn’t have a thing for my woman.
An old man is standing in the middle of the room wearing a confused expression, pulling up his pants. Cyrus tells him to get lost and shoots at his feet. He pisses himself as he tries to run. His pants fall to his ankles exposing his old wrinkled pecker.
Damn! Old age can be brutal. He gets his piss soaked pants up and darts for the door. Smart man.
I kick in the first door I come to and see long dark hair shadowing a head that is bobbing up and down on a fat man’s cock.
A lump forms in my throat. I jerk her backwards by her mane with one hand, while my other has my gun aimed at this bastard’s crotch, unsure of what I will do if she holds Isa’s face.
My eyes cast down as she gasps in shock. Ariala. Thank fuck.
“Get out of here or I will blow off your dick,” I threaten the man with a deflated hard on.
He scrambles from the room, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Stay here,” I order Isa’s sister and go to the next room. There is no point in questioning Ari, judging by the track marks on her arms, it’d be pointless. She is wigged out.
The door won’t budge and I can hear Isa scream on the other side. Cyrus joins me and we kick it in together. The frame snaps as the door splinters from the hinges. With my adrenaline pumping through my veins, I rip the damn thing the rest the way off.
Pretty boy is on the floor with a pair of scissors in his leg.
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.”
I swallow hard and nod. I’ve never been more nervous in my all my life. I follow her up the stairs to the bathroom and I run the water while she strips. She is so damn beautiful inside and out.
“Isa,” I start to speak but she cuts me off.
“No, Tristian I am going to do the talking.”
“Okay, I’m listening.” I undress waiting for her to say what is on her mind. Waiting for her to tell me how sick I am and how she never wants to see me gain, even though she is here with me now. She could still be in shock. I can’t believe she pulled the trigger.
I get into the tub and she gets in after me settling between my legs with her back against my chest as the warm, soapy water fills up around us. We relax for a minute, and I cradle her head against my shoulder, planting soft kisses along her neck.
“Talk to me Isa, why did you shoot Goldoni?”
“I’ll get to that, but first, you need to know that I remember everything. All of it.” I tense unsure of how she feels about what we have shared. “Most of all, I remember what you have been unable to forget. It wasn’t your fault Tristian, and I don’t blame you or hate you even a little. I love you. I loved you then, even if it was wrong. But more than that I love you now.”
Her words hit me like a shot to the heart. She continues to talk telling me about the accident she lost her memory from, the one that killed her Lita, Iris. I’m trying to follow what she is saying and listen to her story, but inside my head I am twelve years old and my father is yelling at me.
He caught me kissing Isa. “That’s not the way you do it boy. A real Vandacamp uses his tongue. Give her the tongue Tris.” Isa is staring at me, her hand is shaking in mine. “Go on boy don’t be a pussy. Do it.” He snarls, curling his lip up at me, in an angry scowl.
Scared of what he will do if I don’t do as he says, I look to Isa, searching her eyes for permission. Isa nods at the question behind my dark eyes. So I kiss her again this time putting my tongue in her mouth.
“That’s good son, real good. Now take your clothes off both of you.” We both freeze at his words.
I shake my head not wanting to remember further. But the memory won’t stop.
My father takes off his belt and shoves Isa out of the way before striking me with the metal buckle. “I said undress both of you!” he growls, hitting me again, repeatedly.
Isa begins to cry and she throws herself over my frail body. Her tears wash over me, washing away my own pain. I hate to see her so upset. “Don’t hurt him. I’ll do it,” she cries sitting back up wiping away her tears on the sleeve of her dress.
“No Isa, don’t,” I beg as she removes her favorite white dress.
“Shut up boy!” My father barks. “Now take off his pants,” he orders her.
Isa does as he asks and he undoes his zipper after she pulls my underwear down.
“This is what you do.” He takes his penis in his hand and begins to rub it.
“Rub on him until his looks like mine girl. Go on.”
Isa’s hands are shaking and she begins to cry as she touches me. I grab at her hands yelling for her to stop. I don’t want her to do it.
“Pathetic boy, you ain’t no Vandacamp.” He takes my hand and forces me to touch Isa where I shouldn’t with his hand as a guide.
“Her privates are called private for a reason,” I whisper as Isa and I both cry. “I will kill him for this Isa I swear it,” I whisper quietly in her ear, afraid he will hear.
“I’ll help you do it Tris,” she promises back.
After the first time he had us doing it often, even when he wasn’t around. It was mine and Isa’s secret.
The sloshing of water and Isa grabbing my face to wipe away my tears brings me back into the here and now. “Don’t give that bastard anything more that doesn’t belong to him Tris. I am yours and you are mine. Nothing can change the way we feel about each other. NOTHING. Not then and not now.”
I twist away from her. “You should be disgusted by me Isa. I’m sick and I don’t deserve you.”
“I decide who or what is good and right for me, Tristian. I had a choice back then and I have one now. I chose you and I will choose you every time. I love you! End of story.”
She cradles my tattooed face in her hands and presses her mouth to mine. Her tongue sweeps across my lips. She straddles my hips and I can’t help from growing hard at her touch. Her hips roll against me and the water splashes onto the floor.
“Take me to bed Tristian and show me and everyone else that nothing can stand between us. It never could.”
I follow her from the tub to my bed and give in.
“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
Dear Reader,
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bsp; I hope you enjoyed Beauty & The Biker. It is my own special twist on my favorite fairytale Beauty and The Beast, with mention of two of my favorite characters Jack and Sally, from The Nightmare Before Christmas.
When I set out to write this book I came across a picture for Rick Genest, known as Rico The Zombie Boy, it was his look and his touching story that inspired me to create Tristian.
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About the Author
Glenna Maynard is a Kentucky native with a passion for romance best known for her bestselling romantic suspense novel I'm with You and The Black Rebel Riders' MC series. When she isn't arguing with the voices in her head or drinking reader tears, she enjoys watching classic TV shows with her two children and longtime leading man.
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Other titles from this author:
The Masquerade Series
Beautiful Strangers
Beautiful Liar
Beautiful Lover
The Shattered Heart Series
Blackened Heart
Wicked Heart
Amazon Best Selling Romantic Suspense
I’m with You
The Suffocation of Katie (Cooper’s Religion book 1)
Beauty & The Biker
The Black Rebel Riders’ MC Series
Grim The beginning
Rumor
Baby
Striker
Romeo
Heart of a Rebel
A Rebel Love
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