Chapter 122 Àlvaro's Pov.
I kissed her lips again, feeling the salty taste of her tears but that didn't stop me. I kissed her again and again and again knowing that this might be the last time I'd ever hold her in my arms.
If she wasn't here, I would've given orders to my men to shoot everyone here until there's no person left alive in this fucking building. But while she's here, I can't do that. I can't put her at risk.
“It's going to be okay, baby.” I whispered through a smile and something I never believed could ever happen, happened. A fucking tear fell from my eye as I watched my girl collapse in front of me. “But you have to go. Do it for me.”
She shook her head again, locking her grip around my waist even more, making it even harder to leave her.
Camilla kissed me again and I felt the salty taste of her tears on her sweet mouth, making the kiss more bitter and somehow harder to break. Her whole little body trembled in my arms and I just pulled her even closer.
When she pulled back, resting her forehead on mine, her teary eyes fixed on mine, her hands caressing my cheeks as if she wanted to remember every inch if my face. My heart sank to the ground with regret.
I could hear her whispering that everything would be fine again and again. I don't know if she was telling it to me or herself. I just kissed her again until we were both out of breath. Like it was our last kiss.
Camilla’s Pov.
My friends often used to say that when you're in love, you don't think straight. Your mind is too consumed by thoughts of another human being that you're ready to put them first. To save them even if it meant losing yourself.
And I guess they were right because there's nothing I wouldn't do, nothing I wouldn't sacrifice to save Àlvaro. I'll even sacrifice myself for him. For the father of my child and the love of my life.
I smiled, memorizing his beautiful eyes before turning to look at Leonardo who was looking at us with disgust written all over his face. I held my head high, even through tears.
“I want to make an offer.” My voice echoed through the space, causing my father to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Oh please, let's hear it.” Vincenzo said with a laugh. I wish this man was dead already for everything he had done to me and to Àlvaro.
I turned my attention to Leonardo before speaking. “You want me, right, father? This is all because of me?” I asked out loud and he didn't even hesitate before nodding, his gun still loaded and ready. “Then I'm coming with you. I won't fight it. I'll do anything you ask of me.”
“Camilla.” I heard Àlvaro's husky voice behind me but as soon as I looked at him, he fell silent. When I returned my attention to Leonardo, he seemed to be considering my offer.
“I'm waiting to hear what you'll ask in return for your submission.” He said, his eyes challenging me because the last thing I want is to leave this place with him.
I swallowed hard before finding the strength to speak again. “Let Àlvaro get out of here alive and unharmed.”
Laughter rang out in the room, causing me to swallow loudly. “I will stay away from him. I'll never see him again and that's a promise.” I continued, interrupting their laughter.
But I had one last thing to say.
“But if you kill him, you'll never have me, dad. I'll never forgive you for killing the father of my child and believe me, I'm gonna have my revenge for that.”
“What?” The voices of Leonardo, Vincenzo, and Àlvaro echoed through the quiet space in unison but somehow only Àlvaro's voice mattered.
I turned to look at him with a sincere smile even through tears and my heart beating faster against my chest. I wouldn't forgive myself if indeed this was the last time I'm seeing him and he doesn't know the truth. His face was in bewilderment, his thick lips were slightly open. He looked like he had just been punched in the gut.
I touched my stomach and he followed that movement with his eyes, realization hitting him all over again.
“I'm pregnant.” I whispered but I knew it was loud enough for every other person to hear. “I'm carrying your child.”
In a split second, he went from shocked to soft to so dark that death would be afraid of him. A flame flashed through his eyes, ready to burn the whole room to ashes. It was as if another Àlvaro appeared in front of me. A darker, merciless Àlvaro that made me shiver.
I looked at my father to see him no less shocked with his mouth opened. Anthonio and Vincenzo as well both in disbelief.
I looked at Àlvaro again but his gaze was no longer on me but on someone or something behind me before nodding, his eyes black and his jaw clenched tightly.
Before I could process what was going on, two men were pulling me towards the exit of the building, protecting me with their bodies like shields. Everything happened so fast.
I heard Àlvaro's high commanding voice saying, “FIRE.”
And then bullets fired. Guns echoed but it was already too late. They took me out of the building and put me in a jeep, driving off as fast as possible.
I screamed, cried, and pounded on the door but nothing, until they put a towel over my face and everything went black. I finally relaxed into the seat.
Àlvaro's Pov.
In seconds, the abandoned building turned into a battlefield and now that I know Camilla is safely away from her and nothing was stopping me from burning this building to the ground along with all my enemies in it.
I was pushed to the ground by some my men, protecting me with their lives as bullets pierced the silence in the space. I knew they were trying to protect me. I could see men dying in front of my eyes but I don't want to fucking hide. I'm thirsty for blood. I'm thirsty for a fucking revenge.
Leonardo's soldiers were too busy trying to take out my men. Meanwhile, I spotted my precious uncle trying to peel his skin off like a fucking coward again, climbing the stairs unnoticed as always.
No. Not this time dear uncle. We're not even yet.
I loaded my pistol, tucking it into my jacket before running after him. Bullets were flying everywhere. The building was lit up like a fucking Christmas tree but my only focus was getting to my uncle. I forgot about Leonardo, Anthonio, and everyone else. I'll deal with them later.
I didn't need much effort before I caught up with him and knocked him down on the ground just as he was climbing the stairs to the second floor of the building in an attempt to escape, leaving his men to lose their lives for him as he always does.
That's him. He doesn't care who dies and who he has to sacrifice as long as he saves his own ass.
At that moment, I thought about when Camilla told me that she was pregnant with my child. I didn't know how to react for the first time in my fucking life. I looked at her, wanting to find some sign that this was a fucking setup but her eyes were too pure, showing nothing but the fucking truth.
Then everything in me flipped upside down. Damn it! I didn't even have the time to kiss her, hold her in my arms and let myself feel happiness that my woman is carrying our child.
Fuck!
I felt out of this world, like the luckiest motherfucker in the universe but it was dulled by the fact that I know that my fucking uncle was yet again putting not only the only woman I care about, but also my heir in danger. That shit unlocked a new Àlvaro in me that knew absolutely no mercy.
I pinned Vincenzo to the ground, my hand grabbing him by the throat, feeling him suffocating around my grip, my body pinning him to the ground. There was no way out, not matter how much he waved his hands in the air, trying to push me off. He knows it because I could see with each passing second how the life was leaving his face and his eyes began to fill with fear.
I drove my fist in his face again and again and again until my knuckles were painted with his blood and his face was barely recognizable. I must've given him more than fifty blows, each accompanied with a reason and yet they're still not enough to pay for all his sins. The fucker was still breathing even though it was painful for him. He still has some fight left in him.
Well, I'm going to change that.
“You fucking piece of shit.” I slammed his head into the ground as he coughed up a large amount of blood. “All your life, your men fight your battles. People suffer and die because of you, you fucking coward.”
“Àlvaro.” He barely managed to spit through blood as I punched him in the face again. I may have knocked out a few of his teeth but I don't care.
When I was done punching him, Vincenzo was a bloody wreck beneath me, barely breathing and fighting for every breath just like he deserved.
I looked down at him with disappointment as I spoke. “We may share the same last time and have the same blood running through our veins but I cut myself away from you. I'm not your nephew.” I said with an even voice as he was almost unconcious.
“Don't do it.” He barely found the strength to say as he watch me pull the gun out of my jacket. “Please.”
Pleasure flooded my body hearing my uncle begging for his life. He never did in all these years of causing chaos. It's damn good to hear him begging me for mercy.