Chapter 37 Camilla’s Pov.
I froze up completely when I heard the gun shot.
Àlvaro cursed under his breath as a series of panicked voices erupted all around the mansion. Everything flipped upside down.
Àlvaro almost threw me to the ground in his haste to stand up, pulling out his phone in the process. He began speaking fast spanish demanding to know what was going on.
All traces of lust was gone from my eyes and it was replaced with extreme fear.
"Camilla, we're under attack. You need to come with me."
Was that fear in his face too? It couldn't be because I've never seen Àlvaro Castillo scared and I don't think I'm about to see it now. He got on the phone again and began talking to someone again, asking what the fuck was going on, cursed and then hung up again.
Àlvaro pulled me up to my feet, his hands interlocking with mine as he pulled me out of the room and we flew down the hallway. I couldn't even pay attention to the fact that my pussy juices were running down my thighs, thanks to Àlvaro's tongue.
Just then, another gunshot rang out downstairs, followed by yelling and more shots. Adrenaline and panic flooded through me as Àlvaro pulled me into his room.
He closed the door behind him and turned to me. Just then, it hit me.
"Chloe! Is she okay? You have to bring her here too!"
Àlvaro cursed under his breath in rapid Spanish. I had a feeling he had completely forgotten about Chloe.
"Camilla. I put my best man in charge of Chloe. Trust me, he wouldn't allow any harm come to her. Now as for you, you need to stay in here. Hide somewhere. Under the bed or something. Just don't make yourself known. We're under attack by the Russians. Lock the door as soon as I leave and hide. It's going to be okay. I intend to get back to eating that pussy till you cum all over my tongue."
Trust Àlvaro to still make time for sexual talks even in such dire situation as we were.
His eyes met mine and I could see the longing in them but before I could say anything more, he was gone. I let out a sob. Fear poured through me as I rushed to immediately lock the door. If this was indeed the Russians, I knew for a fact that they weren't joking around because didn't I just get almost killed by one of them some months ago?
Slowly, it dawned on me that I was even more scared of what could happen to Àlvaro than I was of myself. Wouldn't it be in Chloe's and my best interest if he just died? But I couldn't even stomach such a thought.
I let out a small scream as there was an explosion from under my feet. The blast rocked through me, almost making me fall. My breaths were short and jagged by sobs.
Please be okay, Àlvaro.
I shook as I crawled under the bed, hugging the ground like it was my last hope. They were more yelling from under me and I silently began to cry again, clinging to the carpet like it was a life vest in the middle of the ocean.
Àlvaro's Pov.
I see the Russians carry heavy duty rifles and dressed in all black protective gears.
Fuck!
"Kill whatever or whoever breathes spanish!" I heard one of them yell from somewhere down the hall. How did they get in so quickly. Could it be that Dante wasn't the only mole I had?
I pulled my pistol from my jacket and pressed myself against the corner of the wall.
Like hell they were going to take my empire like this.
I peered around the corner, watching as over a dozen men poured into the living room of the compound.
"I need everyone downstairs in the commons now! I need someone on the Chloe bitch and I need someone on Camilla! The rest of you, downstairs now!" I growled into the walkie talkie that is mainly used for situations like these.
I watched as three Russians proceeded down the hall I was closest to. As they came closer, I pushed myself off the wall and shot them all in the heads. Their bodies collapsed to the ground.
I picked up a bloodied body's AR-15 rifle, pulling the strap over my head as I made my way down the hall.
It was getting even more chaotic as gunshots exploded from all over. I caught sight of Santiago and more of our men from around the corner. O ducked as a bullet flew past me, yelling for them to cover me as I crouched away from the ricocheting bullets.
"Down! Down! Down!" Santiago screamed and I quickly hit the ground just as a tiny grenade flew past me. The blast sent wood and glass flying everywhere. I flinched as one of the glasses inbedded itself in my leg.
"Fuck!" I cursed as I aimed my gun ro more of the men swarming inside.
The glass stung into my skin like hand sanitizer in a fewsh wound. I clenched my jaw, watching as Santiago fired at least a 100 rounds at the Russians.
Shots thundered through the house, embedding themselves in the couch in front of us. Stuffing flew in all directions like snow, the air around us was clouded and dusty from debris.
Russian yells flooded through the room as more men filed through.
"Damien! Twelve o'clock!" I yelled as a dark haired Russian scum came running from behind him.
Damien swiveled around, raising his rifle just in time to fire seven rounds into the bastard's head. Blood splattered on the wall behind him as the man flew to the ground.
"Good shot man." I praised.
"Thank yo—"
Bang.
I watched in horror as Damien staggered back, blood appeared on his forehead and he slumped to the ground.
No. Fucking. Way!
These rotten fucks cannot come into my empire and kill my family.
"Russian scum!" I screamed as I stood, firing off my gun, killing two more Russians that were crouching near the wall.
"What the fuck is going on, Àlvaro? Who tipped them off about Mr Afanas? We were as discreet as possible!" Santiago heaved as he reloaded his rifle.
Footsteps approached us before I got a chance to answer. My gun was out of ammo so I pulled out my Swiss knife from my pocket, waited for the footsteps to get closer before I struck out my foot, tripping the intruder.
He was a young Russian man, couldn't be more than eighteen. Almost the same age with the person who attacked Camilla those weeks ago. What's it with Sergei and recruiting children to do his dirty work?
The man's eyes were wild with fright as he fell to the ground. He raised his gun to shoot me but he wasn't fast enough. I shoved the knife through him. He screamed ad blood gushed from his torso.
Two more men came running us. Santiago fired off a few rounds, the men falling to the ground. Then I turned back to the young man still laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, although still alive.
His face was red and beaded with sweat as he clutched his torso with the knife wound in it.
"Do you speak English?" I yelled.
The boy nodded furiously. "Yes, yes. I do. Fuck dude." He groaned. "You fucking stabbed me.
"You're damn right I did. And I'll do a whole lot worse if you don't tell me what the fuck you're doing here in my home. Speak now!"