Page 134 of Captive Bride

Tristan

I have my princess safely back in my arms.

It’s like I can fucking breathe again.

The thought of spending my life without her had been too great a burden to bear. Now, her safety is my number one priority, like never before.

Fuck the family name.

Fuck honor.

Fuck everything I once thought I had stood for.

Isobel was right to begin with. We should’ve just escaped. Even if it meant running forever.

As long as she would be safe with me, I think I can do that.

Or can I?

The idea of getting my ultimate revenge is still on my mind. Yes, the Governor is dead. She helped me to accomplish that.

But what about her father and that rat’s nest of a family?

I feel like making the Capulets pay for everything they did to us. The entire fucking family.

It’ll take some long-range planning, but it will be worth it. Most of all, I just have to secure Isobel’s future.

I don’t want her to run forever. I want her to be safe with me.

I get her inside the penthouse, already feeling much better having her under my watch in a place I can control.

I have guys everywhere—more guys than ever before. And Merc and Benny and I go about planning our next move.

“I’m gonna go change, considering I technically died in this,” Isobel says, trying to crack a joke.

I don’t blame her. She’s been through so much tonight. We all have.

And I feel like I have to fucking pinch myself to realize that she’s still alive and that she’s still mine. I will never let her go again ever.

I feel responsible for what happened, and I’ll be damned if it repeats itself.

I go to her and kiss her on the cheek.

“Okay, baby. Go take a shower or something and relax.”

Then, I pull her close to me and kiss her deeply. I’m never going to waste a fucking second with Isobel.

She’s my treasure, and I’ll always treat her as such.

In the meantime, I go back to Merc and Benny.

I walk over to the bar and pull out a very special bottle of scotch.

“You guys, I think we should crack this open. You fucking saved us tonight. Without you, Isobel and I would be dead. You’re like my fucking brothers, and I’ll never be able to repay you.”

Merc comes over to me and examines the rare bottle. “It’s okay, Tristan. We would always do that for you, you know that. We ride and die together. In the meantime, I wouldn’t mind a drink.”

“Of course, man, you got it. We can drink this while we plan our next move.”

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