bullets and bouquets

12

"Well, well, well, it's Sadie Sink, in the flesh," Bianca smirks. Isla sighs into the gag, relieved that the redhead has shown up.

"Yup, it's me. Don't cream yourself," she says.

"You're not funny, Sink," Bianca seethes.

"Okay, well, we could talk about it. Cause I think I'm hilarious actually," Sadie says with a devilish smile, "why don't you let her go and we can talk, just us two?"

"No," she says.

"Why not?"

"Cause, I'm starting to like my little one," Bianca runs the gun down Isla's face. The brunette's eyes close and Sadie stops herself from attacking Bianca.

"Okay, well, we can talk without her," Sadie suggests, "Not like she can add to the conversation anyways, you gagged her."

"Yeah, because she wouldn't shut up," Bianca answers. The redhead grows tired of the playful banter.

"Okay, what am I here for?" Sadie asks.

"Well, I want you dead and I want her now too," Bianca smirks.

"Okay, well, if you're gonna kill me just kill me," Sadie says. Isla's eyes drop.

"What?"

"Go ahead," Sadie shrugs. Bianca becomes confused.

"What about my little one here? You don't care about her?" the gang leader asks.

"Nope," Isla's heart pangs. Sadie feels so guilty, but she needs to do this to keep Isla alive.

"You're telling me... you don't love her?" Bianca smirks.

"Nope. Not my type," Sadie lies.

"Then why did you buy her clothes?"

Sadie frowns, "So you've been spying on me you sneaky bitch."

"Yeah, explain now, or I shoot her," the gang leader threatens, pressing the gun to the brunette's forehead.

"No need to do that. I bought her the clothes so she wouldn't snitch when I returned her," Sadie lies. Bianca squints at her.

"Right..."

"Yeah, she's all yours," Sadie says. Isla's eyes become panicked and she nods her head 'no'.

"Well, did you hear that little one? Sadie gave you to me," Bianca turns to see her. Sadie watches, unknowing of what to say. She needs to stall long enough for snipers to set up. Denmar should have started relaying to Weston when she went up. She isn't sure of how much time has passed, but if she can stall long enough, they will take her out in a second.

Bianca smirks, getting an idea, "Well, you wouldn't mind... if I... had a little fun with her?"

Sadie's heart drops but she keeps a straight face, "What?"

"If I.. have a little fun with her? She's mine now," Bianca smiles. She moves her hand down to Isla's chest.

"You can't do that, she doesn't consent," Sadie stalls.

"Oh, she'll consent," Bianca threatens. She turns to Isla, gun pointed at her, "Wanna have some fun? Or not?"

Isla just cries.

"Answer me!" Bianca shouts. Isla begins nodding 'yes', although she and Sadie both know the truth, "Good girl."

Sadie looks down, "See, she consents?"

"You're forcing her," Sadie argues.

"Why do you care? You gave her to me," Bianca taunts, knowing she's getting on Sadie's nerves.

"Because that's rape," the redhead fires back. Bianca then points the gun at Sadie.

"Well, you're not gonna stop me."

Bianca pushes Isla back down in the chair. She begins to tug at Isla's pants while keeping her gun on Sadie. She hears Isla's whimpers and closes her eyes. The redhead hopes that the snipers are ready.

"Isla's not gay!" Sadie shouts. Bianca stands up straight, away from Isla.

"So what? I don't ——"

A bullet breaks through one of the windows in the room, killing Bianca. Isla screams into the gag, some blood splattering on her. As soon as Bianca hits the floor, Sadie rushes to Isla.

"Isla! Isla!" she pulls the gag out of her mouth. The brunette sobs loudly as Denmar and some other men come into the room.

"Give me your knife!" Sadie demands. Denmar pulls one out of his boot and gives it to the redhead who then cuts the rope tying Isla's hands together.

"I thought you weren't coming. I thought you were going to leave me," Isla sobs, wrapping her arms around the mafia boss. Sadie pauses for a minute, not remembering the last time she's had a hug.

"Prepare a car for us," Sadie says. Denmar nods and says something into his walkie.

"Thank you... thank you," Isla cries. She lays her head on Sadie's shoulder, getting Bianca's blood on her work clothes, but Sadie doesn't care.

"Let's get out of here..." Sadie says softly. She tries to remove her arms.

"Don't let me go..." Isla whispers, holding the redhead tight, "Please..."

Sadie pauses once again, butterflies in her stomach.

"Okay.. okay," Sadie lifts the girl up from the chair, carrying her. Isla whimpers and Sadie doesn't know it's from the botched tattoo on her leg. The brunette buries her face into Sadie's shoulder, her red hair covering her face. She doesn't want Sadie to see the tattoo and doesn't mention it even though every step sends fiery pain through her leg.

The redhead carries Isla down the eight flights of stairs to the ground floor. The brunette lies her head next to Sadie's neck and the redhead feels every tear run down her skin. Once outside she says, "I'm gonna put you in the car."

Isla lets the mafia boss put her into the SUV, this time on a seat. Sadie then climbs in and sits next to her.

"Let's go!" Sadie orders. The driver begins to head back towards the Estate, the other cars following. Sadie wraps her arm around the brunette, "I'm so sorry."

Isla doesn't answer, just cries.

"I'm so sorry, Isla.." Sadie says again. She turns to the brunette. Isla, out of nowhere, kisses the redhead on the lips, "I..."

"I like you. I like you a lot. I'm sorry I freaked out the other day," Isla says hoarsely. Sadie's eyes widen.

"Don't even worry about that, I don't care about that," Sadie says, "I just want you safe."

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not," Sadie grabs her cheek, looking into her eyes, "You're safe now."

Isla hugs her, crying. She's obviously traumatized and Sadie knows that. They arrive at the Estate ten minutes later. The sun begins to rise as they get out of the car. Carlo is waiting inside the Estate's infirmary.

"Here, let's get you checked out," Sadie says. She carries Isla into the mansion, just like she did before with Isla's legs wrapped around her. She still hasn't seen the tattoo, it just looks like Bianca ripped her pants. She sets the brunette down on the hospital bed.

"Injuries?"

"None that I know of," Sadie replies.

"Okay, I'm gonna just do a check-up," he says. He begins to wheel Isla away, to the infirmary room where all medical supplies are.

"Wait! Don't leave me!" Isla shouts. He stops as Isla reaches out for Sadie.

"You can come with," Carlo says. The redhead grabs the girl's hand and begins to help roll her down to the infirmary.