bullets and bouquets

13

"Can I lift your shirt?" Carlo asks Isla. She sits straight up on the bed for the check-up. The girl looks fearfully toward Sadie.

"I can do it," the redhead offers.

"Okay, you don't need to take it all the way off, I just want to check her abdomen and back," he informs her. Sadie nods and approaches Isla slowly. She makes eye contact and Isla nods, giving permission. She lifts Isla's bloodied pajama shirt up halfway. She remains uninjured on her torso, "Okay that's good. How about your leg, this is ripped?"

He moves his hand toward the cloth, but she jumps, "Don't!"

He retracts his hand and Sadie looks at her, "Can I?"

"No!" she says.

"Are you hurt? He can help. And I'm right here," Sadie tries to help.

"No, please," she whispers

"We have to. Please, Isla," Sadie begs. Isla begins to cry, looking away from the mafia boss.

"I couldn't stop her, I couldn't stop her..."

Isla moves the cloth over, showing the botched tattoo. Sadie reads it, knowing it says 'mine'. She becomes furious but calms herself down because Bianca is dead and it wouldn't help the situation. Carlo examines the tattoo, ink, and her own blood staining her leg.

"Can... can we remove it?" Sadie asks him. Isla looks up a little, not expecting the redhead to react that way. She was afraid Sadie wouldn't want her anymore, now that she's been 'marked'.

"I can call Francois, he can be here in two hours," he offers. Sadie looks at Isla.

"We can put you under and you won't feel a thing," the redhead offers. She then pauses, "or you can keep it if you want."

"No.. no..." Isla replies immediately. She looks to Carlo, "I want it off."

"Okay, I'll call him. Do you have any other injuries we should know about?" he asks.

"No."

"Are you sure?" Sadie asks, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm sure. She didn't hurt me anywhere else," Isla assures them, telling the truth.

"Okay, go clean her up. I'll make the call," he leaves the room and Isla sighs, wiping her eyes.

"Come on," Sadie grabs Isla's hand lightly. The brunette allows her to lead her out of the infirmary. She limps slightly as they walk out. Instead of going up to the second level, where Isla was taken from, Sadie takes her to her personal bedroom. She doesn't blindfold Isla, so the brunette looks around at the mansion she's been living in.

Once inside the bedroom, Sadie sits Isla down on her bed. She wanders to her wardrobe, finding clean clothes for the brunette.

"Do you want to change in the bathroom?" Sadie asks, handing the clothes to her.

"No," Isla answers.

"Okay," the redhead replies. She turns around out of respect. Isla begins changing, although she doesn't care if Sadie looks at her. She changes shirts but winces when she gets to her pants.

"I can't," she cries. Sadie turns around to help.

"Sit, sit," the redhead ushers her. Isla complies, wincing, "Tell me if I need to stop."

The brunette nods as Sadie begins to pull her pajama pants down. Isla winces but nods for Sadie to keep going. She lifts the cloth carefully over the area where Bianca tattooed her.

Once it's over the tattooed area, she is okay. Sadie drops the bloodied pants to the ground.

"We should try and clean off the blood," Sadie suggests.

"Okay," the brunette whispers. The redhead goes to her bathroom and grabs a washcloth. She gets it damp and returns to her bedroom where Isla sits.

"Tell me if it hurts," she says. Sadie's hands shake as she wipes away some of the ink and blood. She's never been this careful with someone. She wipes the girl's skin as lightly as she can and jumps when she winces, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay, keep going," Isla sniffles. Sadie continues, cleaning the surrounding area. The redhead puts the washcloth aside, looking at the sweatpants she laid out for Isla.

"Do you want me to..."

"Please," Isla whispers. Sadie nods and grabs the sweatpants she gave to her. She begins to pull them back over the girl's legs.

"Can you stand?" Sadie asks. Isla nods and lifts herself from the bed. The redhead remains kneeled in front of her, pulling the sweatpants up the rest of the way. Sadie then looks up at Isla.

"Thank you," the brunette smiles slightly. The mafia boss stands up.

"I'm so sorry this happened. I should've made Trent guard from the inside... I just didn't want you to freak out cause he had a gun... and I——"

Isla kisses her lips once again. Sadie shuts up.

"We don't have to talk about it anymore," Isla says.

"But.. but.. you got kidnapped," the redhead replies.

"Not like I haven't been kidnapped before," the brunette points out. Sadie frowns, "Look, I don't know about you, but I'm happy with you. I'm so glad you rescued me because you're all I thought about."

"Really?"

"Yes, because I knew you would save me.... and I know we started off on the wrong foot, mainly because you kidnapped me, but I'm willing to give this a try..."

"You are?" Sadie's eyes widen

"If you want to," Isla nods. The redhead nods and Isla kisses her again. Sadie holds onto the brunette's face with her hands.

"I won't let anything bad happen to you ever again."

"Like you said, it's a risk. And it's a risk I'm willing to take," the girl says. She leans up and they kiss again, this time with Isla pulling Sadie in for more.

"I-Isla..."

"Please.. help me calm my nerves..." she says pulling her face away barely. The two stand almost nose to nose when Sadie nods. They return to kissing, which Sadie enjoys but is still worried about Isla. She doesn't know if this is right, keeping Isla. Of course, she wants her to stay, but she remembers this is partly the reason she didn't date before. Gangs will use the people they love against them and Sadie doesn't want that for Isla.

The redhead's mind empties of any thoughts when the brunette spins her around, pushing her to the bed. The redhead sits down and Isla slowly gets on her lap. The brunette holds onto Sadie's face as they make out, slow and intimate like they've been apart for too long.

Sadie places her hands on the girl's hips lightly, not wanting to hurt her leg even more. She wants to please Isla but doesn't know if this is the best time. The redhead moves her kisses from the girl's lips to her jawline and down to her neck.

The brunette tilts her head back at the mafia bosses' tenderness. Sadie's hands start to trail upwards on Isla's sides. The redhead gives Isla a hickey and the brunette gives out a soft moan in response.

"Sadie..." she breathes out heavily.

"Yes?"

"Should we be doing this?" the girl asks. Sadie stops kissing her and looks Isla in the eyes.

"We can stop," the mafia boss says, not wanting to push Isla.

"Well... I want to... but what about this?" Isla motions towards the tattoo, "Don't wanna have to stop in the middle of something to get this removed."

Sadie looks down at the tattoo, then at her watch before smirking, "I can make it quick."