He makes his way over to the door and I grab the sheet and cover myself.
I watch him walk away, but there’s something I want to know. It’s not relevant to my situation and doesn’t help me in any shape or form, but it’s on my mind.
“Tristan,” I stop him and his hand stills on the door handle.
“Who? Who did he kill for you?” The moment I ask the question I wish I didn’t.
“I can’t talk about that with you. Not you… the devil’s daughter,” he answers, and I feel so bad.
He goes through the door and numbness fills me.
My father is his enemy and so am I.
I don’t think I’ll be able to get myself out of here. He doesn’t believe I’m telling the truth and that look in his eyes just now was raw hatred.
I’m not stupid, I know Tristan wouldn’t have contacted my father like the average kidnapper would for ransom. That’s not the plan. I’m trying to think the way he would. He wants a life for a life.
My father’s life for mine, but Tristan wants to find a man that’s managed to keep himself hidden from the world.
I know my father would never sacrifice himself for me. He’d sooner see me dead than allow that to happen.
He’ll do everything to get me back, just not that.
If we continue as we are there’s going to come a time when I won’t be of any use and Tristan will realize taking me was fruitless.
I don’t doubt he’ll kill me then to get back at my father.
The only way off this island might be death.
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.