Chapter 38 Àlvaro's Pov.
The man squeezed his torso tighter, his eyes rolling back into his head as he screamed.
"Hey!" Santiago yelled, pulling a knife on him and pressing it into his neck. "I'll fucking gut you open like the pig that you are if you don't start talking."
"мы здесь, чтобы отомстить за афанас—"
"ENGLISH YOU COCK SUCKER!" I roared.
"We're here to get revenge for Afanas. Please man, don't kill me. I'm only eighteen."
Santiago's eyes hardened. "I don't give two shits about how old you are. Now, is that all?"
The boy shook. "Leonardo also wants the girl."
I stiffened. "What girl?"
"The spanish boss's girl. Leonardo doesn't tell me anything. I don't know a–anything else."
Santiago's eyes turned black. "Then you are of no use to me anymore."
He slit the boy's throat and I watched as the life literally crawled out of his body.
"Àlvaro, we have to—"
"YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! GET YOUR SLIMEY DIRTY HANDS OFF ME!"
Camilla.
I flew up in search of her, my gun in hand.
I spotted her across the room. She was being dragged by a man whose face I recognized instantly.
Leonardo.
He held a gun to her head as he held her in front of him. He was using her as a fucking shield to cross the room. He knew none of my men would dare shoot not when there's a risk of Camilla getting shot too.
Son of a bitch.
I glared at Leonardo. The smug little fucker.
"You know, I came for Afanas but I thought, isn't it better to kill two birds with one stone? I wanted this pretty little thing and now, I'm going to have her." Leonardo yelled. His grin was wide and deceptive as he continued crossing the hall.
My body shook with pure undiluted rage. "You'll have her over my dead body, Leo."
Leonardo chuckled. "As you wish." He said and raised his gun but before he could press the trigger, the gun was suddenly shot off his hand and he doubled back, screaming in pain.
I looked back at Santiago who fired the gun and nodded my head at him. Santiago was one of the best marksman I had ever seen.
Just then, Camilla pushed herself off Leonardo and came running to me and I enveloped her in a bear hug.
I walked over to where Leonardo lay writhing in pain, still nursing his hand.
"You messed with the wrong person, Leo. You know, in an alternate universe, we could've been friends but you chose to abandon your spanish heritage like a coward just to lick the asses of these Russian scums. But your biggest mistake was touching what is mine and mine alone."
I handed the gun to Camilla. "Shoot him."
She looked up at me with wide eyes, fear and uncertainty written all over her face and posture.
"I-I-I can't." She mumbled.
Leonardo laughed. The bastard actually laughed.
"She's a fucking whore, Àlvaro. She sucks dicks not shoots gun—"
Bang!
The gun went off before he could even finish talking.
Camilla shot him.
Is it weird that I'm fucking turned on right now?
Seeing her holding the gun still pointed towards Leonardo in her silk nightwear was like a fantasy come true.
My girl.
Leonardo choked on his own blood for a moment before his eyes rolled back into his head and he died.
The gun clattered to the ground and I noticed that Camilla was shaking again. Why the fuck did I even ask her to kill a man when I knew how the first time went?
I enveloped her in my arms. "It's okay, chica. It's going to be fine. You did the right thing."
Camilla’s Pov.
It's been three days since the attack on the compound but the only thing that kept ringing in my head was the fact that I killed a man. Again.
I didn't want to do it but after hearing what that bastard Leonardo was saying about me, I just couldn't help it and strangely, I felt exhilarated afterwards but Àlvaro clearly mistook it for fear when he enveloped me in his arms and whispered those reassuring words to me. Maybe being in the mafia was beginning to harden my heart.
We still hadn't spoken about what he was doing to me in my room that same night before the attack happened. I know he's been busy trying to crack down on the mole he has in his empire since that's all any of his men could talk about. But even when I don't want to think about it, the thought of Àlvaro's long and warm tongue sliding across my pussy has me shuddering.
A part of me has no fucking idea what the hell that was. Were they supposed to do that? I'd have to ask Chloe about that but that would be trickly since Àlvaro was hell bent on separating the both of us.
Even if they weren't supposed to do it, I want it done to me every single day because it felt so fucckinggg good.
The other part of me felt confused because that action felt a little bit too intimate and I know Àlvaro doesn't do intimate. He's a mafia boss who finds me extremely annoying and trust me, the feeling is mutual.
But when he slipped onto his knees before me, that did something to my mind. Suddenly, I'm swooning over a man who still had the power to end my life if he so much as deems fit. But deep down, I know that if Àlvaro comes back for more, I couldn't say no.
I decided to walk downstairs to see what Harriet had in store in the kitchen. As soon as I got down the stairs, I bumped into Santiago.
"You good?" He asked, shoving his gun into the back of his trousers and then straightened out his shirt, sleeves rolled so they flash off his impressive tattoos.
"Yeah." I nodded, suspicious of his calm attitude.
"Listen Camilla, I never did apologize for tweaking your drink back at the trade event. It was just a silly prank. Watching you shoot Leonardo the way I taught you, filled me with so much pride and made me really recognize that you're one of us now."
I blinked several times, still trying to ascertain if this was a dream or I was imagining those words coming from Santiago.
"Are you alright?" I asked, confused.
Who are you and what have you done with the bitch ass Santiago?!
He chuckled. "I can't say I am. I thought you were a handful. Turns out your blonde friend is even more of a bitch than you are."
There you go! Welcome back, Santiago.
I smiled. But speaking about blonde friends...
"How's Chloe?" I asked. "I still don't understand why we have to be separated and can't see each other."
"Àlvaro has his reasons and over the years, I've come to trust and respect him. You should too. As for your friend," I noticed a forlorn look cross his features but he was quick to wipe it away. Woah! Is there a story here? I can't wait to see Chloe so I can bombard her with questions just like she did to me. "Like I said, she's a handful."
Well, at least she's still alive.
He was about to say something when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out to look at the message. "Shit."
I turned to look at him quickly. "What?"
His eyes were still on the phone and he winced softly as if he was in pain. "I gotta go."
"Is everything alright." I asked, suddenly concerned about him.
I was surprised when he grinned. "Trust me, I'm about to go make sure it is."
The fuck?