Chapter 17 Camilla’s Pov
When the training was over, I wobbled over to my room and immediately hopped in the shower.
I really don't think I want to continue training again. Fuck!
Santiago didn't go easy on me and I had dull aches all over my body.
I took my time to wash my hair and exfoliated my body. I stepped out of the shower, wrapped myself up in a towel and quickly dried my hair with a spare towel. My hand pressed on the door handle and I emerged from the bathroom into the bedroom.
My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I saw Àlvaro sitting on the edge of my small bed, his sleek black handgun in his hands. My fingers gripped tightly onto my towel as I backed into the wall, confusion written all over my face.
Has he decided to finally get rid of me?
“What are yo—”
He stood up from the bed, stretching out his tall frame. I've always known how much taller he is than me but at this moment, I felt even smaller especially with that deathly glare in his eyes.
My heart was beating so fast in panic.
Why the fuck was he holding his gun?
He walked towards me and cages me between the wall, his eyes dark as he stared me down. Tight jaw. Heavy chest. Narrowed eyes.
“Are you pleased with your little performance?”
I had no single idea what he was talking about. My face scrunched up in confusion. “What?”
He pinned me to the wall with force. I could literally hear the pounding of my heart. I was genuinely scared for my life.
“Earlier.” He snarled. “You were being flirty with Santiago.”
My eyes widened again in confusion. Flirty? I straightened my spine and stared him directly in the eye. “Flirty?”
A loud thud sounded next to my ear as he landed the gun directly next to my head. I flinched at the noise and I let out a low scream.
What the fuck is wrong with him? Didn't we just come to an agreement earlier today?
“Don't fucking play with me.”
This is it guys. This is where I die.
I sucked in a loud breath. “I was just doing what you wanted me to do.” I say through gritted teeth.
He let out a little laugh but there was nothing funny about the sound. “You wanted to do him?”
How dare he.
My hand raises to push his shoulders but he doesn't bulge and neither does the gun that's pointed at the wall beside me. Anger washed over me at the thought that he would dare suggest something like that to me. I decided to fuck with him too.
“Maybe.” I grinded out.
His eyes flashed with rage and his nostrils flared up. He pulled the gun back from the wall and rested the cold metal tip on the edge of my jaw. I let out a small gasp but this time, it wasn't fear. It was something else. It was my body submitting to a thrill that it didn't quite understand.
My eyes fluttered shut at the shameful thoughts I was beginning to have. They never stop. They never fucking stop.
“Maybe?” He grumbled, studying the action of his gun against my flushed skin.
I should be cowering in fear and pleading for my life but instead, I twisted my head towards the gun and a boldness, a boldness I never knew I possessed surged through my soul and I opened my mouth at the angled gun. “I wanted to do this to him.” I whispered under my breath.
I licked the front of the barrel with my tongue as I kept my eyes glued to Àlvaro. His eyes are beyond dark. They almost seemed possessed.
I was still trying to figure out how this situation went from zero to a hundred so fast.
“You're a fucking crazy bitch.” He heaved, clenching his jaw.
I straightened my spine and pulled my face away from the gun. I still held onto my towel desperately.
Slowly, I dragged my gaze down his body, to his chest and then his trousers. “What? Should I have done it to you instead?”
I almost don't recognize my own voice with how seductive and teasing it was. Hell! I don't even recognize myself. I don't know what I'm playing at but I don't want to stop. I can't stop.
It's far too much fun to mess with the boss and besides, he started this.
Àlvaro pulled away from me, shaking his head like he'd been snapped out of a trance. He lowered his gaze and looked to the floor. I couldn't read his expression.
Without another word, he backed out of the room, leaving me flushed against the wall, clutching my towel to myself.
“What just happened?” I muttered under my breath. I pressed a hand to my forehead and I felt myself burning up. I closed my eyes and rested my head back on the wall as I exhaled a long sigh.
I slid down from the wall onto the ground and tears burned down my cheeks as I silently sobbed.
What the fuck am I doing?
Àlvaro was a monster. He had killed several times in front of me. He had probably killed hundreds of people. He wanted me to know he was a monster. So why am I still blinded by desire?
I cried for those he had hurt.
Fuck! I cried for myself. For my family, my friends. I had no idea what they must've told my friends.. or maybe Chloe, Angela and Lola just didn't care enough.
I cried because I had no idea what I was doing. I had let my guard down numerous times around him. I wanted to believe that there might actually be more to him. But there wasn't.
He was a monster.
And monsters never change.
Àlvaro's Pov.
I can't remember the last time I laid in bed past seven AM. The action felt severely alien to me but I clearly needed it after what happened yesterday with Cami and my gun. Fuck! I'll never be able to look at that gun in the same way ever again.
She's confident, I'll give her that. But I didn't think she was downright crazy enough to put my gun in her mouth. A gun that could've been loaded, that could've been off its safety latch.
But when she did–O God. Those eyes lit up like a fucking Christmas tree and she watched me with desire in her eyes, playing with me, toying with me.
I hated that she circulates my mind at the most inconvenient of times.
I don't even know why I went into her room with my gun between my hands. Seeing how carefree she was with Santiago stirred something inside of me. I guess my mistake was assigning Santiago to train her. I should be the one doing that.
My head is fucked. It has been since I was twelve years old and somehow, she had managed to make it a thousand times worse.
I quickly showered and headed downstairs to meet up with Santiago. We agreed to a day at the warehouse because being out there makes us more productive and I know that I can get more paperwork done that way.
Damien was still cracking down on the blackmailer and I know that he has more information about Dante's phone. I hoped those details would lead us straight to whoever has it out for me.
“Cami will be coming with us.” I said to Santiago but he didn't look so pleased.
I couldn't go back now. I made a deal with her that she could sit at my meetings.
“Look boss, I don't think it's safe for her to be mixed up in our business. She's the last thing we need at the warehouse. We don't need any more fucking distractions for fucks sake.”
He sounded like he cared. A little too much and I eyed him suspiciously.
“Well, she's coming.” I snapped.
When Cami finally made her way downstairs, she avoided my gaze at all costs, completely ignoring what happened between us yesterday. She smiled at Santiago and the action irked me.
Maybe there was something going on between these two.
I quickly shook off the thought because rage threatened to blind me.
A part of me just wanted her to look me in the eye because I needed something other than those desire filled gaze to leave my memory. But yet, she won't bring herself to even glance in my direction. She's wearing nothing more than a jumper and a pair of leggings.
We headed out to the garage and took one of the cars off to the warehouse. Throughout the drive, she was oddly quiet but I chose to ignore it.
When we got to the warehouse, I greeted some of the workers on the way in as they dealt with our external clients. I headed upstairs to the main office and pointed to Cami where she could sit at the far end of the room.
I worked in silence for about thirty minutes until I saw Cami stretch her hands up above her head out of the corner of my eye.
I guess she was equally as bored because there was nothing for her to do. I was seriously reconsidering getting her a phone. As she lowered her hands, she turned in my direction, catching my gaze from across the room.
For a moment, we both just stared at each other like we were staring into oblivion. She narrowed her eyes but I didn't shift mine. I kept my focus on those eyes.
Santiago entered the office, snapping me out of my trance. My fists tightened on the desk as I turned to him. “Damien is gonna be late.”
“Why?”
“Usual nonsense.”
I grunt out an inaudible response as I glanced back down at my laptop.
A knock sounded at the door and we all turned our attention to the sound. “Come in.”
The door opened to reveal one of my workers, panicked.
“Boss.” He pants. “He's here.”
I stood up from the desk and Santiago and I instinctively reached for our guns.
“Who?”
A tall figure emerged behind him, dark hair and those deadly eyes. “Hello Àlvaro. How lovely it is to see you.”
Blood surged through me aggressively. It took guts to come to my territory without an invitation especially when the person is a well known enemy but this Russian scum, Sergei, just waltzed in with two of his men behind him without a care in the world.