bullets and bouquets

8

Isla wakes up to Felipé bursting into her room. She sits up groggily.

"Can I have something other than eggs please?" the girl whines sleepily.

"Of course, how about some crepes? Or Belgian waffles? An English special?" he lists off. The girl stretches with her eyes adjusting to the warm sunlight coming through the window.

"Waffles are fine," she answers. He nods.

"Very well, Miss," he disappears into the hallway, closing the door. Isla turns when she doesn't hear it lock. Then she remembers, she has more freedom on the second level. She gets out of bed and walks toward the door.

For a minute it almost seems like a trick. She stares at the door handle before slowly grasping it. She turns the handle, surprised it actually opens. Once it's open, she goes out into the hallway and walks back out into the living room. Six bags lay spread out on the table in the kitchenette. Isla furrows her eyebrows, slowly walking over to the table.

She nervously peers into one of the bags. Seeing colors, she pulls an item out of the bag. A long-sleeved shirt. She puts it down and begins to pull more items out of the same bag. More shirts, of all colors and types.

She moves on to the next bag, which is full of bottoms: skirts, shorts, and pants. The brunette becomes very confused and looks through the remaining four bags. One for underwear and socks, sweaters and jackets, accessories, and finally, shoes.

The door to the second floor opens, making the brunette jump.

"Shit!" she curses, turning to see Sadie. The redhead smiles.

"I see you've found your presents," Sadie says. Isla's eyes widen.

"This stuff is for me?"

"Of course. You've been wearing the same clothes for a long time now. I figured you would want a shower and change of clothes," the redhead explains. Isla's jaw hangs open, "Do you not like them? I can send for new material."

"No.. no.. no, it's great. It's lovely, just... this is all designer!" the girl exclaims. Sadie furrows her eyebrows

"Do you have a brand? I figured you would like Versace and Chanel, but I guess I shouldn't assume..."

"No... I mean... this is too expensive, I can't repay you," Isla cuts the boss off.

Sadie laughs, "Darling, don't worry about money here. There's no need."

"But..."

"I mean it," she stops the girl from arguing further, "I can send for plain clothes if you insist, but all of this didn't even put a dent in my first checking account."

Isla doesn't answer for a moment, unable to comprehend how the mafia boss is able to afford this. She does start to understand because she's living in a mansion, but she's still starstruck by it.

"No, no, this is great. Thank you," Isla smiles. Felipè walks in with the girl's breakfast.

"Here we are, Miss, Belgian waffles," he presents to her, setting the tray down on the table behind the bags.

"Thank you," Isla says. He bows before leaving the two girls alone again.

"I'll leave you to it..." Sadie says, figuring Isla wants time to herself to eat and look at all the pieces Sadie has picked out.

"Will you stay?" Isla asks as the door opens. Sadie turns, "Please?"

"Okay," the redhead smiles. She sits down at the table with Isla. The brunette begins to eat, becoming acquainted with the schedule Sadie is keeping her on. She doesn't even think about Gianna and her family anymore. She's become slightly brainwashed by the redhead, especially with the lack of technology available to her, "Is it good?"

"Hmm?" Isla asks with her mouth full. Sadie giggles at her, "yeah, it's amazing."

"Good, I will let Felipé know," she says. Isla takes another bite before stabbing another piece of waffle with her fork.

"Want some?" Isla asks, lifting the fork. Sadie's eyes grow wide.

"I'm okay..." she pauses. Isla smirks.

"Are you sure?" the brunette teases. She brings her fork closer to the redhead's mouth. Sadie unconsciously opens her mouth, allowing Isla to put the waffle in her mouth. She smirks at the redhead, "more?"

The redhead opens her mouth again, giving her nonverbal answer to the brunette. Isla feeds Sadie again and soon they are finished with the waffles. The two girls smile at each other, with each one becoming more attached to the other.

Isla gets up from the table and begins to look through the bags again.

"You should try everything on," Sadie suggests, "To make sure it fits. I guessed on the sizes."

"Okay. Should I come out and show you?" Isla asks, knowing what Sadie was thinking already.

"Sure," she answers. Isla takes the bags into the bedroom and begins to put the different pieces on. She comes out in a Versace top, Sadie doesn't say anything, starstruck by the beauty of the brunette.

"Is it bad?" Isla frowns, thinking the silence was because the piece was ugly. Sadie snaps out of her trance.

"What? No, no, it's perfect, I just..."

"Too busy looking at me?" the girl teases.

"Uh, yeah," the redhead admits. Isla blushes and returns to the room. She tries on everything Sadie got her and every single time the redhead couldn't answer for how beautiful she looked. She was almost drooling over the girl.

When she comes out in her last outfit, Sadie's face is bright red and Isla knows that Sadie is into her.

"I, uh... wow," Sadie exclaims like all the times before. Isla giggles and walks over to the mafia boss who sits on the couch in her work attire. Isla makes a bold move and goes to sit down on Sadie's lap. Although the mafia boss quickly reaches for her holster, which makes Isla jump, "I, I'm sorry, it's instinct."

"Is it? Or are you just practicing for the day you plan to kill me?" Isla questions. She's upset with the lack of trust between the two, even though she still is technically a hostage.

Sadie rolls her eyes, "I'm not planning on killing you, Isla!"

"You killed all those other people!" she exclaims.

"That's business!" the redhead argues.

"Murdering people isn't business! It's murder!" the brunette becomes upset thinking about the lives of the people who died. She didn't even know how many men were killed, but she knows that Sadie didn't hesitate in doing it.

"This is the way the mafia works, Darling! If I don't do it, other people will!" Sadie shouts back.

"You're a murderer..." Isla lowly whispers. She begins to think about the gunshots and how clear they were. How loud they sounded even from the basement. Her stomach begins to turn and she turns toward the kitchenette trash can. She throws up again.

"Jesus, fuck!" Sadie exclaims. She goes over to Isla and comforts her again, "Denmar, I need medical on level two."

"Yes Ma'am," he answers on the walkie.

"I... don't want fucking... medical..." Isla seethes bent over the trash can.

"You need medication," the mafia boss answers calmly.

"No, I don't want medication!" Isla turns and pushes Sadie away from her. The mafia boss becomes angry. Although she doesn't want to hurt Isla. She couldn't. She was already too attached. So she just leaves.

The medic returns as he finds Isla sobbing on the floor. She's upset at Sadie, upset at herself for pushing her. She didn't resist medical attention once again but knew that she was probably going to suffer for pushing the mafia boss.

All while this fight was going on, Sadie didn't realize that a certain someone has been spying on them. Especially now that Isla is located on level two, she can see the brunette more clearly.

"I thought Sadie Sink did not have any family?" she asks her assistant.

"She doesn't, that anyone knows of."

"Then who is this mystery girl and when did she show up?"