Page 3 of Tristian (The Doherty Mafia)
Elsie, who worked with Aldo, managed to escape along with Davey. She saved the day. The night. If she hadn’t made it out with our nephew in time, we weren’t sure to what extent we’d’ve pushed the battle to. It was about to get very bloody and very messy, fast.
Elsie called Brendan and we went and picked them up. While Brendan took his family home, I was stuck with the chick who claimed she’d ran away from Aldo Baron and his clutches. She claimed she’d so far been forced to work for him against her wishes. That she had looked for a way out and when she saw a kid was being held prisoner, she was determined to save him and do something.
So she did.
Since we met Elsie, she hadn’t spoken much. I brought her all the way from their hiding spot to my apartment and she barely spoke a word. Granted, it was an awkward situation. She had to spend the night on my couch, and maybe she didn’t trust me either.
I just wanted the family to quickly figure out what we’d do with her so she didn’t have to live here anymore.
Because even though Elsie Harlow barely said a few words to me, I knew I wanted to fuck her, and it wasn’t going to end well for anybody.
She had long dark hair, silky smooth like a curtain that’d never tangle. Her skin was olive and flawless, reminding me of warm sunny Mediterranean beaches. Dark brown eyes, a tiny waist and a big juicy butt. But it didn’t seem like she knew how sexy she was. How her curves made my cock throb.
The way she swung her hips when she walked…
And now I had to do everything in my power to not undress her with my eyes. How much longer was I supposed to keep it in my pants around a chick like her?
“So, none of you trust me?” she asked, crossing her arms over her big tits. I pushed my hands deep into the pockets of my pants, hoping she wouldn’t notice my boner.
I was cursed with having a boner around her constantly, which was a pretty fuckin’ painful way to live your life, in my opinion.
“I don’t know what to think of you,” I replied and she shook her head.
“So I have to convince you now?”
This was the first time she displayed some kind of emotion. It was anger. She was mad at me and mad at the world, even though none of it was my fault.
Brendan had a point. How could we trust this chick we knew nothing about? She claimed she’d made an escape from Aldo’s clutches and rescued our nephew in the process, but how did we know she wasn’t working as a spy for him? Maybe this was Aldo’s plan all along—to infiltrate our family by pretending to have rescued a family member.
After all the shit Aldo had pulled recently, we couldn’t put this past him, in an attempt to win the war. He was willing to kill, destroy and betray anybody who stood in his path, with a Doherty being the prime target of his violence.
“Convince me of what?” I challenged Elsie.
She had her lips pursed tightly together.
“You and your family don’t trust that I’m telling the truth, right? You think I’m lying. That I’m working for Aldo and just trying to trick you guys into trusting me and giving me information?” Her shoulders heaved while she tried to reel in her anger.
She’d hit the nail on the head, so all I could do was shrug.
I went over to the bar in the corner of the room and grabbed two cans of beers from the fridge.
“Yeah, you’ve summed it up pretty accurately,” I replied.
Elsie’s nostrils flared. When I offered her one of the cans, she rejected it.
“What do I have to do to convince you my life is in real danger? If Aldo Baron or his people find me, they’ll kill me?”
“You could start by telling me everything that’s happened to you so far. Every detail,” I said.
“I wouldn’t know where to begin.”
“The less you tell me, the more suspicious I become.”
Her eyes filled with tears but she quickly blinked them away.
“I think I’ll need that drink after all,” she said, grabbing the can out of my hand.
Three
Elsie
If I had to be honest with myself, I’d have to admit that trusting Tristian or anybody from his family was a pretty bad idea for me. If there was anything the past few months had taught me, it was I couldn’t trust anybody. Not even my own family. Not even my own father.
Tristian stared at me while I gulped down most of the beer in the can. I didn’t usually drink much, in fact, I rarely ever touched alcohol. I wasn’t sure why imbibing that quantity of beer seemed like a good idea to me at the time. Wasn’t that what they did in the movies? Liquid courage?
