Chapter 137 Àlvaro's Pov.

Chapter 137 Àlvaro's Pov.
Two weeks later.

“Well, I'm not just here to congratulate you on your engagement. I'm afraid I brought bad news.” Santiago said from where he sat across from me at a restaurant in Italy where we met up.

“Good. I like starting my day with bad news.” I replied sarcastically, crossing my arms over my chest. I already knew that something might be wrong for Santiago to be here so early in the morning just to congratulate me on my engagement. He could've done that over the phone. It was ten in the morning and I wanted him to get over whatever the fuck the problem was so I can get back to my fiancée.

Santiago straightened his suit before giving me that familiar look signaling that I must've messed something up.

“Looks like your stream of enemies is not ending anytime soon.” He began and I laughed at his choice of words.

Tell me something I don't know.

A lot of people hated me because of the power I possess. That's one of the reasons I had to bring Camilla and my unborn child all the way over to Italy for their own protection.

“I'm sure it's nothing that can't be fixed.” I shook my head, my mind elsewhere. “We can sort it out the easy or the hard way.”

“You killed Dmitri Veklov's brother.” He muttered, a bit disgruntled. “I doubt you can fix that with negotiations.”

“We'll fucking go the hard way then.”

Santiago sighed, slapping his forehead before running a hand through his hair. He seemed like he's fucking done with me.

“You're going to be a goddamn father soon, I thought you got wiser, you idiot.” He muttered and I could barely hide my smile even though he practically just insulted his boss. “Violence is not the solution in this situation. You fucking killed his brother.”

“I'll kill anyone who tries to take Camilla away from me.” I defended myself. “His death is completely justified.”

It's true, at least in my mind. I don't regret killing Afanas Veklov. The boy was too good for the life that his brother kept trying to push him into and they made the mistake of trying to take Camilla away from me. Dmitri Veklov himself caused his brother's death by trying to arrange a marriage between his brother and my girl. Sooner or later, he was going to get killed. I just did him a favour.

“He's promising a war, Àlvaro.” Santiago replied with a serious look. “He wants you dead.”

“Well, he should fucking get in line.” I grinned at him.

“Rumors going around is that after Afanas Veklov's death, Dmitri made his own son Atlas Veklov the legal heir after him.” I furrowed my eyebrows at his statement. “When Atlas Veklov is fully grown, there will be a war.”

I couldn't help but to laugh out loud. If Dmitri wanted to scare me, using a little boy to do it sure sounded like a fucking joke especially when he's just an illegal bastard birthed from one of his whores he fucks behind his wife's back.

“This must be a joke.” I said as I got up from the chair. “Just lead the fucking negotiations.” I ordered Santiago. “I trust your judgment and if dmitri hasn't learnt his lesson and it doesn't happen with negotiations, it will happen with blood.”

Santiago nodded, apparently giving up trying to talk sense into me. Better for me though. I had no interest in talking about this shit anymore.

I gave him one last look before putting on my jacket and living the restaurant. I have a more important person to be with right now.

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I walked into the house with a big idiotic grin on my face, knowing that I would find ny fiancée probably glued to her mother's waist talking wedding preparations.

Ever since I flew them into Italy to surprise Camilla, Camilla’s mother, Marisol, insisted on being with her daughter here in Italy while Leonardo took the opportunity to spend some much needed time with Hector as they traveled back to Spain for Hector's senior year of high school.

Honestly, I loved Marisol's company. She's like the mother I never had.

I got a new family because I bagged the right girl. I'm the luckiest idiot in the world. I could live a thousand more lives and yet I'd never deserve for a girl like Camilla to be mine.

“I'm home baby.” I spoke louder so she could hear me as I took the jacket off my shoulders but there was no sign of her or her mother anywhere in the large house.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. Camilla always greets me whenever I get back home and her mother was always loitering about but there was no sign of either of them now.

“Camilla? Marisol?” I called out their names, my voice worried as I walked around the house trying to find them.

“In here!” I heard her call out and my heart calmed down. I could breathe easier now after hearing her voice. I started walking towards the direction I heard her voice from.

It came from one of the rooms closer to ours, a room I had never entered before but as soon as I did for the first time, I froze in my tracks.

Camilla was standing in the center of the large room, painted in blue and decorated to the last detail. She was smiling widely, her cheeks flushed as she waved her arms around. Marisol was also in the background, smiling mischievously.

“Surprise!” They both screamed, still laughing. I still can't get over how fucking beautiful Camilla is while pregnant with my child. Her pregnancy was gradually getting advanced but I didn't think it was advanced enough for a baby shower at this time but who cares? It's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.

I was so blinded by the beauty of my fiancée that it took me a moment to fully grasp what she was trying to tell me. Everything was blue. Blue walls, the decorated room with baby bed.

Realization hit me and my eyes went wide staring at Camilla.

“It's a boy, my love. We're having a boy.” She screamed as she walked over to where I stood, her eyes watering and I was almost on the verge of passing out at her feet.

I completed the distance between us, taking her into my arms without saying a word as I pressed her tightly against me. I could feel her laughter vibrating against my skin, her heart beating against mine. I could feel her love, her happiness, her tears. I could feel everything.

I couldn't hide the big smile that settled on my face as I buried my face in her neck. We're having a boy. Damn, I'm the luckiest motherfucker in the world for real.

I looked over at Marisol who was already shedding happy tears too and she mouthed ‘congratulations’ with which I replied with a ‘thank you’ but I quickly shifted my attention back to Camilla. She was the only one I had eyes for at this moment.

“I love you so so so much.” I repeated over and over again as I kissed her lips and she pressed against me, playing with my hair.

“I love you too.” She whispered back, kissing my forehead and I leaned into her touch. “I love the future we'll create together.”

“With our baby boy.” I said, grinning like an idiot.

She smiled, caressing my cheek and pulling me even closer to her.

“He's going to take over the world.” She muttered against my forehead and I nodded.

“Damn right he will.” She laughed back at my words. “He's a Castillo after all.”

Camilla took my hand, placing it on her gradually protruding belly. In a second, everything disappeared and only this moment existed. Only the both of us existed. Some people will say she's making me weak but I have no problem admiting that I'm weak as fuck for this woman.

“Our little family.” She whispered with a smile as she looked down at our entwined hands.

She and the little man growing in her belly are the only weaknesses I know. And damn, it's so worth it.

“I can't wait for you to give birth, and after you rest a little, I'll make this belly grow again.”

At that point, Marisol cleared her throat from behind us. “Okay, I think that's my cue.” She laughed as she walked out of the room.

I was so lost in my fiancée’s eyes that I had completely forgotten that her mother was also in the room with us.

“You're impossible, Àlvaro.” She laughed as she playfully slapped me on the chest. Well, they might think I'm joking but I'm definitely not.

I kissed her again. I'm sure I'll never get enough of her kisses. I'll never get enough of her.

I pulled her close, allowing myself to look around the room properly this time.

“You did a great job with the choice of decorating the room, baby.”

“Thanks. My mum helped out though but I was sure you would like it.” She answered confidently and I laughed. She's so beautiful and so mine.

“You've got me wrapped around your little finger. Of course I'll like everything that you do, chica.”

She laughed again but it was the damn truth. I'm down bad for her that if the old Àlvaro could see me now, he'd laugh in my face because he wouldn't believe that I'd ever be like this for a woman. But this is the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life.

“And when I think about the fact that I couldn't stand you at the beginning.” She murmured, squeezing my cheeks. “You fucking nearly killed me but you were so hot and after the way you touched me that night at the bathroom, I knew I wanted to sleep with you.”

“You had such dirty thoughts about me?” I said in a mocking tone as I arched my eyebrows at her and she slapped me in the chest again, cheeks flushed.

“Well, here we are now.” She murmured, pulling me even closer and I rested my arms on her waist.

“I'll forever be grateful to your friends for dragging you to the club on that fateful night.”

She laughed, pulling me closer to her by the neck. “Shut up and kiss me, Castillo.”

“Yes ma'am.”

And that's what I did. I kissed her until we were both out of breath and our lips were swollen. Soon, our clothes were flying around the room and she started moaning my name.

This woman has me, all of me. Until my last breath, she has me.