Isabella stirred from her deep sleep as she felt Bishop's hand trail up and down her tattoo. When she opened her eyes, he was laying on his side watching her.
"We are all broken, that's how the light gets in," he said reciting in his deep voice, the words inked down her back, surrounded by tattooed broken mirror pieces. "Is that how you see yourself, Belita, broken?"
"We're all broken, one way or another," she said softly.
"What broke you?"
"My father's death," she replied, "it was the first thing that shattered me."
"Lo siento," he said as he took a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear, allowing him access to her cheek, to caress it.
"For some odd reason, this tattoo is what prevented me from getting revenge on the man that killed him."
"How did it happen?"
"Drunken trucker who walked away from the accident without a scratch. Even if he went to jail, I never felt there had been justice. He went back to his family and life whereas mine was forever shattered."
"Is he still in jail?"
"He got sentenced to 25 years but as he was a first offender, he was able to get paroled after 20, on good conduct."
"You didn't argue the parole hearing?"
"I didn't have a chance to. My mom didn't tell me until it was done. She went and said that God had told her to pardon him for his sins."
"You didn't see things the same way."
"No. If it had been up to me, I would have killed him. Feeling the rage fill me, I looked for a way out and one day, I came across this quote from Ernest Hemingway, and it had all its meaning."
"I don't think you're broken," he said leaning in and kissing her shoulder, "I think you've survived everything God has faced you with. I told you I see a strength within you I've ever hardly seen in anyone. That light that you let fill you, is what makes you extraordinary and fierce."
His phone rang and he removed himself from the bed in search of his jeans. He took it out of the pocket and took the call as he shot a glance at his watch, seeing it was almost 8 in the morning.
"Yeah?"
He looked at Isabella and pressed his lips together, knowing that the call would put an end to their intimate moment together, thing he didn't want. She noticed and slid out of the bed to gather her clothes from off the floor as he continued to listen.
"OK. I'll be there in twenty," he said as Isabella dressed in front of him. "Call the others."
He dressed and walked over to her. "I'm sorry, club business I need to tend to."
"You don't need to apologize. I should head home to shower and change before going back to the hospital. I also need to talk to Samuel about sending him to Arizona earlier than planned. He doesn't need to be a witness to all of this."
He kissed her and watched as she headed for the door.
"Belita," he called out to her, "there's something I need to know."
"What is it?"
"Am I stepping on Angel's toes with what we did last night?"
"Is this your way of asking me if I still have feelings for him?" she asked frowning.
"No, I think if you did, you would never have let me approach you or make love to you last night. I'm more worried about his feelings for you."
"I don't know Bishop," she replied shrugging, "I've never let him believe there was anything possible between us. If he feels that way, that is his problem."
Bishop reached her as he shook his head. "If he still feels that way about you, and he finds out, it becomes a club problem."
"You want to keep this between us, is that it?"
"Just for a little while."
"As if that's going to stop Angel from feeling what he feels." She sighed as she dug her eyes in his. "Look, if this is going to be a problem for you, just pretend it never happened," she said as she walked out into the corridor.
He reached her in two big strides and pinned her against the wall, his body pressing against hers, the bulge in his jeans against her core. "Do you really think I want to forget what we did last night? I don't and I can't. My entire body is already yearning for yours, and I know you feel it too. Your mouth, your tongue, your skin, and scent are intoxicating, I can't get enough of you."
His mouth vigorously claimed hers as his tongue pushed through her lips in search for hers. He wasn't lying, now that he had gotten a taste of her, had been inside of her, she was like a drug he craved for. He knelt before her, removed, and tossed her sneakers off. Then he grabbed the hem of her thong between his fingers and ripped the fabric in two then did the same to the other side. He stood back up, pushed his pants and briefs from around his hips, releasing his pulsating cock from its confinements. He then wrapped his strong arm around her waist and lifted her off the ground. As he aligned, his once again fully erect shaft, with her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her nails in his back as he took her wildly against the wall. With passion, desire, and anger mixing into one, both succumbed to their roaring orgasm in record time.
