Page 15 of Tryst


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“Don’t…fucking…touch…her,” Alex seethes through his teeth.

“Get the fuck off me, man!” Ian yells, a tinge of fear in his voice, as he tries to fight against Alex’s hold.

Leaning his face even closer, Alex’s words are quieter but equally as irate, “And don’t you even think about fucking talking to her like that again.”

“Get what you need,cerecita,” Alex’s words are softer toward me as he continues to press Ian to the wall, “I’m not leaving you here with this piece of shit.”

Ian has never laid a hand on me like that before, but I also don’t want to stick around to see if he’ll do it again. In my room, I quickly shove some of my clothes into a duffel bag. When I return to the living room, Alex still has Ian pinned to the wall. Alex is leaning in and quietly saying something, to which Ian looks terrified.

Alex decreases the distance between the two of them, “Do we have an understanding?”

Ian merely rapidly nods his head to answer.

“Good boy, Ethan,” Alex firmly taps his hand twice against Ian’s face.

“Are you ready?” He turns to me while pulling his wallet from his pants.

“Yes,” I nod my head at him.

Courtney still sits on the couch, refusing to make eye contact with me. Alex walks to the table in front of her and drops a wad of money, “That should cover Isabella’s portion of the rent until the lease is up. Someone will be by to get her things.”

Taking the duffel bag from me and grabbing the suitcase, he puts his free hand on the small of my back and guides me from the apartment.

I manage to contain myself until we are outside of the building. But once we step out onto the city streets, I am completely overwhelmed with emotions and unable to contain my tears any longer. They flow down my face.

“What the hell am I going to do?” I cry out as Alex pulls me against his chest.

“Shhhhh,” Alex wraps his arms tightly around me and strokes my hair. “Everything is going to be fine.”

“How can you say that?” My cascading tears dampen his shirt, “I can’t stay here. I have nowhere to go. And I barely have enough money to make a deposit on a new place. I’m going to wind up back in Connecticut with my parents.”

“Get in the car,” his voice firm, yet tender, “you have somewhere to go.”

ten

ALEJANDRO

The majority of the time I spent meeting with Eduardo and Andres on the flight was occupied running through various scenarios of what to do with Isabella. More correctly, how to get her to come home with me instead of leaving her at the apartment with her ex-boyfriend and former best friend.

When I heard two voices on the other side of the door, Ian and Courtney pretty much took care of that for me. I knew there was no way in hell she was staying with the people who continued to betray her. She deserves better than that.

She will get better than that.

My control almost went out the window when Ian dared to lay a hand on her, let alone when she cried out because he had hurt her. I could have fucking gutted him. After my conversation with that little limp-dick, it is very unlikely he will ever lay a hand on another woman again. He will definitely never dare to even look at Isabella ever again.

At least, that is assuming he wants to keep that useless cock between his legs.

Isabella might not realize it now, but I’m taking her exactly where she was going to wind up anyway.

I want her with me.

And I always get what I fucking want.

Turning toward her when we stop at a traffic light, I notice she still has the remnants of her tears on her face. Using my thumb, I gently wipe the wet, smudged mascara from her cheeks.

“Alex?” There is a tremble in her voice, and she hesitates to continue.

“I’ve got youcerecita,” I place my hand on her thigh and grip it lightly before turning my eyes back to the road as traffic begins to move again, “I’m going to make sure you are well taken care of.”

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