bullets and bouquets

21

"The bullet went through her shoulder. I removed some remnants and patched her up," Carlo radios to Denmar three hours later. Isla perks up in her chair. After eating, Isla wanted to sit outside on the patio and get some fresh air.

"Is she awake?" Denmar asks.

"She will be, in a minute or so. You can bring the Missus in," he responds, knowing what Denmar was asking for. The servants are not allowed to refer to Isla by her name in the same way they are not allowed to call Sadie by her name. They are allowed to call Isla 'Miss' or 'Missus'. Anything else could bring termination from the Estate.

"Copy, we'll be there soon," Denmar responds. He puts his walkie back on his belt and stands up from his chair. Isla follows him back into the mansion and to the infirmary. Servants are cleaning diligently in the hallway towards the garage. Lyle and Cinna carry dead men to the cellar for disposal.

Denmar opens the door and Isla walks in, finding Sadie in a bed. Her shoulder is bandaged up and an IV is hooked up to her arm.

"Sadie..." she gasps. The redhead barely wakes up.

"Isla..." Sadie cheekily smiles. She's coming off of anesthesia.

"Your shoulder..." the brunette comments.

"Oh.. this?" the redhead cocks her head down towards her bandaged shoulder, "don't even worry about this. That thing went right through me."

"She's a little loopy, but should recover without problems," Carlo says to Isla. She nods.

"I am not loopy," the mafia boss frowns. Carlo pulls a popsicle out from behind his back to prove his point, "Ooo! Popsicle!"

She takes it from the medic's hands, happily eating like a child. Isla smiles.

"When she's finished, you can take her to bed," Carlo informs the brunette.

"I'm not tired!" Sadie objects. Carlo smiles at Isla.

"Yes, of course, Madame," he jokes. He leaves the two alone. Sadie finishes the purple popsicle, the food coloring staining the skin around her mouth.

"Ready?" Isla asks.

"Ready for what?"

"To go to the room," the brunette smiles.

"I'm not tired, Isla. I don't want to go to bed," the redhead frowns.

"You don't have to, let's just go lie down and relax," she suggests. Sadie huffs.

"Okay," she slowly gets out of bed, her arm in a sling. Isla grabs the IV cart and wheels it next to Sadie. Once inside the bedroom, Sadie lies down in her spot in bed. Isla goes to the bathroom and comes out to her girlfriend passed out in bed. She smiles to herself.

"I'm not tired!" Isla mimics Sadie as she gets into bed.

The next morning, Carlo comes in to check on Sadie.

"How are you feeling, Madame?" he asks. Sadie, still lying down, groans.

"Not great. It hurts like a bitch," she answers.

"Scale of one to ten?"

"Seven."

"That's expected. Take this," Carlo hands her two pills and a glass of water, "painkillers to help. I'm going to leave them here. You can take them every four to six hours."

"Okay," she answers.

"No managing business for a while too," he instructs.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," she huffs. This is not the first time she's been hurt. When she is, Denmar takes the lead but still goes to Sadie before giving out orders.

"Good. I'll check in later today," he packs up his medical bag and leaves the bedroom. Once the door is shut, Isla snuggles up to the redhead. She kisses the mafia boss on the cheek.

"Do you need me to get you anything?" she whispers before kissing the redhead's cheek again.

"I need you to get me out of this bandage so I can have you," Sadie whispers back lowly. Isla closes her legs together, feeling wet between them.

"Why don't I please you?" the brunette suggests, moving one of her hands down to Sadie's thigh.

"No," she objects, "I want to have you."

"Your shoulder, Sadie," Isla objects. Sadie brings her mouth to the brunette's neck, "Sadie... you can't... you're injured..."

"I have another hand," the redhead breathes. Isla gets goosebumps from the mafia boss as her right-hand slides down to her thigh. She gasps and Sadie whispers, "is this okay?"

"Yeah... I just —-" the brunette stops when she feels Sadie's hand slide down into her pants, "I don't want you to hurt yourself.... ah.."

Sadie's finger pushes into the brunette as she finishes her sentence. Isla's hands grab the redhead's shirt, holding on for support. The mafia boss pulls the girl over with her finger still inside her. Isla slides over Sadie's thigh, facing her and allowing the redhead better access.

"Don't worry, cara mia, I'm not the one who's going to be sore," Sadie whispers as she slides another finger into her girlfriend.

"Ah... Sadie... Oh," she moans. She rocks with the curl of Sadie's fingers, riding them, "ooo, mmhm."

"Kiss me," the mafia boss orders. Isla leans down, doing as told. With her bent over, Sadie pushes further, making the girl's back arch. She moans into the kiss, but the redhead keeps her mouth on hers.

"Faster," Isla whimpers. The redhead complies and Isla's breathing begins to match Sadie's pace, "Oh... Sadie... Uh.."

The redhead keeps kissing the brunette, to distract her from the penetration. Although, Isla can't help but tilt her head back from how much she likes the feeling of Sadie's fingers inside of her. Her hips buck with Sadie's wrist. The mafia boss moves her mouth to the girl's neck, giving her a small bite.

"Ah... fuck..." Isla curses, feeling the redhead's teeth on her neck. It hurts... but in a good way. The girl's legs being to shake and she whimpers.

"You're almost there..." Sadie mumbles, not letting the girl slow down.

"Don't stop," Isla whispers. The redhead's fingers work their magic and within the next twenty seconds, Isla orgasms. She breathes heavily, sitting up with Sadie's fingers still inside of her. She tries to pull Isla forward, "what are you doing?"

"Cleaning up," the mafia boss says.

"I can't sit on your face, Sadie. Your shoulder," Isla argues.

"Then lie on your back," she reasons.

"I think I just have to use a towel for now," the brunette says. She goes to move off of the mafia boss' lap, but the redhead grabs her arm.

"Either sit on my face or lie down, 'cause I'm not letting a towel do my job," she growls. Isla almost orgasms again from the sternness of Sadie's voice. The brunette slides off and lies on her back, legs spread, "That's my girl."

Sadie carefully lifts herself up. Isla helps make sure she doesn't hurt her shoulder when settling in between her legs.

"Uh.." Isla moans when she feels Sadie's tongue on her sensitive skin. The redhead cleans up but doesn't stop at that. The brunette begins to squirm, "Sadie?"

"Hmm?"

"I... I thought you were just... cleaning up?" she starts to breathe heavily.

"If you listened the first time, I would have stopped after cleaning. Now lie still."

***

Later that night, police find the body outside of the rest stop, "Call the ambassador, get the Rhodes on a plane... tell them we've found a body."