Finding Isabella

| 7 - Alexi |*

*There will be a slightly steamy moment at the end of this chapter.

Waking up to find mio amore gone was upsetting, but hearing everything she said, especially about Christian not being my kid, that was a knife cutting through my heart. I can feel my jaw twitching in anger, and I'm sure she can see it, but there's no point in hiding it.

"We're not talking about this," she argues. That's not going to work for me.

"Whether Christian is mine or not, I will care for you both. But I need to know who I need to kill for touching my girl."

"First of all, I'm not yours. Besides, he's already dead." She says it like it doesn't matter, but it does. She slept with someone else.

"I haven't even hit on a woman since the first time I met you," I try to stay strong, but my voice comes out hoarse and whisper-like. "I know we weren't exclusive and that we had a weird relationship, but I love you, and you just moved on that fast?" 

"It's not like that. Like I was telling Calum, I have lived completely different lives. The reason I don't want to think of the other possibility is because it wasn't a relationship."

"Then what was it?" I ask, but she just looks at the floor in silence. "I need an answer, Bella. Please." My voice sounds desperate; I'm begging at this point, but this woman has the power to break me completely, and I need the truth from her. Just once, I need the truth.

"I had to seduce him, so I could get close enough to assassinate him, and he orgasmed before I killed him," she says.

"What?" her brother asks, joining the conversation again. "You killed someone?"

"I've killed a lot of people," she deadpans. "Like I told you all, you don't know me. I worked as an assassin for years, and that was just one of my personas. I've taken out people in power like it was a video game set on easy mode."

"So who was the guy you killed?" I query.

"The other possibility for Christian's father?" she asks, and I confirm with a nod.

"It was the Mexican president at the time."

"That was you?" Jess exclaims. "Everyone was trying to figure out who did that and how they did that. Holy fuck, Isabella!"

"Who the hell was behind it? Who hired you?" Calum asks.

"His wife. He was abusive and when she found out she was pregnant, she reached out to me. She didn't want to subject a child to his violence. She's actually a very sweet woman; she was just stuck in a bad position."

"So it might be him because of the timing. I mean, that happened like five days after you disappeared," I say.

"Exactly. I'm pretty sure Christian is yours, because of the green eyes and the thick black hair. He shares a good amount of features with you. But it's not genetically confirmed. And honestly, I just don't trust you, Alexi."

"I would never fucking hurt you!"

"You can't guarantee me that. And like I said, I don't want Christian in this life!"

"So being on the run is better? Never settling down, never having a single moment of peace, that's better?"

"I don't know!" she exclaims, frustrated. "I just, I haven't stayed in one place since before the car crash. I don't think I could even if I wanted to."

"Let me help you, amore. Let me care for you and our son. I know he's mine, and we can get a DNA test if you really want to, but I know he is, because you and I are meant for each other. Let me protect you and spoil you and heal you. I miss you."

She sighs and looks up from the floor to meet my eyes, biting her lip anxiously. Just as she's about to answer, Christian yells for her from upstairs, and she doesn't waste a second before she bolts to his room. I sit down in one of the chairs at the table with a defeated breath releasing from my lips.

"I know you've done some pretty fucked up shit," Calum says, "but everyone in our business has. Including my sister, apparently. She will come around. I can see how much you love her. Thank you for taking care of her."

"If only she would let me take care of her again," I laugh sardonically.

The padding of footsteps gets louder as Christian approaches the room, holding onto Marcus' hand.

"Where's Isa?" Calum asks.

"I think she went to change and find clothes for Christian. I saw her take her bag into the room Alexi stayed in last night. Also, sound carries through the air vents from this area into my bedroom." Marcus looks at me, "maybe you should go talk to her."

"Thank you," I say with a nod. Walking fast, I get up to the bedroom and take a hopeful breath before opening the door.

She's in the middle of changing, her leggings are pooled on the floor in front of her and my shirt covers her like a dress, but her bare legs are enough to make me groan. Closing and locking the door behind me, I keep my eyes on her and stalk towards her.

"Alexi," she warns with a breathy voice. My eyes flicker from her body to meet her stare.

"You look beautiful in my clothes, mio amore. And if you don't stop looking at me like that, I will fuck you right here, while everyone else is downstairs eating pancakes."

A gasp falls from her lips, making me smirk. "Alexi, don't come any closer to me."

"Tell me, tesoro, when you fucked that old, ugly president, did you cum?"

"What?" she asks quietly, her eyes wide like a baby deer.

"When you seduced the Mexican president, you said he came, right?" I ask and she simply nods in response. "What about you? Did you get your own release?"

"No."

"That was such a quiet response that I don't think I even heard it. Tell me, amore. Use your words and tell me that he didn't make you cum. I know he didn't."

"He didn't," she says meekly, without meeting my eyes. I missed her submission in the bedroom, it's truly a lovely gift. I keep walking to her until I'm within reach and then grab her waist, turning her and pulling her in. She lets another small gasp slip through her perfect lips when her back meets my chest. "You're still shirtless," she observes, still whispering.

"You just noticed?" I ask teasingly. "Now use your words like a good girl and answer my question," I say, leaning down and letting my breath hit the back of her neck.

Her response is soft and quiet again, "no."

I grip her waist tighter and brush my lips against her neck. "No what? Say it."

"No, I didn't cum. He didn't make me cum," she whimpers.

"See, that wasn't so hard." My tone is patronizing, but the slight shudder that runs through her is encouragement to continue. "But I always made you cum, didn't I?"

Her voice is small and innocent again when she speaks,"yes."

"Words, tesoro."

"You always made me cum."

I can see the blush running across her cheeks and can't help but imagine painting her other set of cheeks red with handprints. "We used to have so much fun together. Your whimpers, moans, screams, they're like music to my ears. I miss that. Don't you miss that?"

"Yes," she says shakily, letting out a quiet, breathy moan after the word.

"Do you want to have some fun?"

"Yes. God yes. Please, Alexi." She leans her head back against my chest, giving into me completely.

"What are your safewords?" I need her confirmation before I touch her.

"Red for stop and yellow for slow down. Now touch me."

"You don't make the demands here. I think you forget who's in charge," I say as I wrap a hand around her throat. "Don't worry, I'll remind you."