Beauty & The Biker (15 page)

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,

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.

If you liked this story I hope you leave a review online, I love all feedback and hearing from my readers.

Thank you for your support,

Glenna,

xxooxx

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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