Chapter 10 Àlvaro's Pov
I turned to leave but then stopped, speaking over my shoulders. “We're going out. I'll send in Santiago to make sure you don't….try anything.”
“I can get ready on my own. I don't need Santiago here.” She murmured.
I turned to fully look at her. “It's either me or Santiago. If it's me, you won't be so pure by the end of the night.”
And with that, I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
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Over an hour later, I stopped outside her door. That little problem of a girl.
I was taking her out to dinner. It was a dumbass idea, I know. But if she's going to be known as mine in this world, she needs to be seen standing next to me. Even in public. I straightened the tie on my suit jacket, adjusted the 9 millimeter in my waistband and pushed open the door and stared.
I've been doing that quite a lot lately but I couldn't help it. I'm a man who enjoys beautiful things.
And the girl in front of me, certainly was a beautiful thing.
She was dressed in the spaghetti strap short black dress that I had Tina pick out for her. Her long hair cascaded around her shoulders.
You couldn't not stare.
She clearly wasn't American. I don't know why I was stupid enough to believe that she was from Canada.
There was some kind of innocence that surrounded her and I hated it. I hated that I was beginning to believe that she was truly a virgin.
She looked so fucking pure and sweet and it made me want to do really despicable things to her body all the more.
“Where the fuck are you taking me, you fucking psychopath.”
Ah yes. I forgot that the moment she opens her mouth, the sweetness is gone.
Anger bubbled inside of me. I couldn't believe how much I was allowing someone as low and stupid as her to insult me.
I pulled the gun from my trousers, walking swiftly towards her and pressed the cold metal to the sweet part of her neck. My left arm snaked around her tiny waist.
“Be careful, chica. You won't be so pretty anymore if you continue to speak to me like that.”
The threat wasn't entirely false. I might actually enjoy torturing her. A waste of beauty perhaps but she shouldn't test me.
I felt her breath hitch and I could tell she was biting her tongue back, probably to refrain from calling me a string of profanities.
I took my arm away from her and she stumbled back. I slid my gun back into my trousers.
“Ponte los Zapatos.” (Put on your shoes.)
Nothing.
She just stood there defiantly.
“Put on the fucking shoes.” I repeated.
She scowled at me and grabbed the shoes.
I could never understand her. One minute, she's cowering in fear before me, and the next, she's standing with her head tall in defiance.
I also noticed that she's still trying to push away her accent even though I knew now that she's Spanish and for some reason, it bothered me.
It was like she was trying so hard to not be exactly what she was.
The second she buckled the other shoe, I grabbed her and took her out the door. I heard her curse under her breath but I paid her no mind as I continued walking down the halls.
Most of my men were gone, scoping out the Russian cartel base. In a few weeks, we would invade their drug import headquarters.
Fuck those Russian scums.
I pulled her through the halls and into the garage where all of my personal vehicles were stored.
I smirked as she stared, her big almond eyes glimmered as she took it all in.
“You own all of this?” She asked slowly and I shrugged.
“Sí”
Ferraris, Suvs, Lamborghinis, Audis, line the walls in my garage.
“Pick one.” I said, tapping my foot impatiently.
She turned back to me, her eyes wide with surprise. “Can I?”
She just unlocked another aspect of her that I didn't quite understand.
“I don't fucking care. Just hurry, Goddammit!”
She pointed at the Audi R8 and I almost smiled.
My favorite car.
“Well then, get the fuck in.”
Camilla's Pov.
Àlvaro was a fucking reckless driver. He was absolute shit.
It was almost as if he felt the rules of the road didn't apply to him. He blew through stoplights and crosswalks. He was a fucking lunatic.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I knew he was gonna be the one to kill me but never did I imagine that he planned to do it by car accident.
My head felt dizzy as I noticed the car began to slow down.
“You can open your eyes now, chica.”
My eyes fluttered open to see Àlvaro staring at me. I ignored his glare as I looked around, the lights of downtown flooding through my gaze. The lights burned through me and I stared at its beauty, and freedom. I glanced back at Àlvaro, wondering if he would be able to catch up with me if I just ran away.
But fuck! He was busy loading a magnum revolver. It was almost like he was subconsciously warning me. He shoved the bullets into the magazine and slid the loaded gun into his jacket pocket.
As he turned to slide the gun into his pocket, I glanced at a long stream of tattoos that coated his neck. The inked lines formed some sort of shape but he moved and they became hidden by the collar of his jacket.
“It's fucking rude to stare.” He said as he glanced at me, his icy eyes taking me in.
His slicked back hair was immaculate. I'm sure I wasn't the only woman who had gone weak with his fingers in them. I couldn't help it then and I sure as hell wasn't doing a good job of helping it now even though I knew who he truly was, a murderer, asshole, motherfucker and the absolute worst.
“Let's go.” He muttered as he got out of the car and I reluctantly followed, still looking for an escape route.
My heart leaped in excitement as I saw two sleek black Suvs pulling up. Freedom!
I glanced at Àlvaro but he didn't seem fazed. “Relax, chica. Those are my men.”
I guess running towards more mafia men isn't much of an escape route.
I took a step towards the road hoping that I could flag down a car. I guess he sensed what I was trying to do because suddenly, his hands were tightly gripping my waist and pulling me into the restaurant.
Inside, I couldn't help but stare. The restaurant was posh and beautiful. It had a waterfront view of the city, the tables were candle lit and the design of the interior was magnificent.
We approached the front where a young woman with dark blonde hair greeted us. Her face was pale and smooth looking, with dark brown eyes and brightly painted lips.
She smiled brightly when Àlvaro approached but her smile faltered when she saw me.
“Mr Castillo, lovely to see you again.” She said as she led us to a private table at the back of the restaurant.
Not even a word of greeting to me.
Rude.
I sat down and immediately froze as I realized how close Àlvaro and I were sitting to each other.
This dinner was going to be a very long one, I thought as I gulped down the glass of wine already on the table.