Chapter 67 Camilla’s Pov.
The last three days have been a whirlwind to say the least. I slept, tried to keep up my energy and then slept some more. I can still picture Vincenzo on top of me in my mind. I can still see the light leave Rizzo's eyes. I can see the way Àlvaro stared down at me in horror and fear.
All of it.
It hurts to remember. It hurts to relive.
But my body just won't give me a break.
Àlvaro slipped into his bed later that day and tugged me to his body. I never took him much for a cuddler but he didn't let me go all night. He pressed kisses to my face, my neck, my shoulder. Everything to remind me that I was here with him and nowhere else.
He was different this time around because he sure as hell didn't act like this when Sergei's minion tried to kill me. He didn't even sleep in his room at all.
I've barely said two words since I came back. It's taken a while to adjust and find my voice after what happened. It's not that I didn't want to talk. I was just afraid that I'll crack and fall into a depressive spiral.
There's a whole lot of work to do more now that Vincenzo was still out there. This war wasn't over and that shit scares the fuck out of me.
My stomach churns and a part of me can't help but blame Àlvaro for all this.
If he had just left me…
If he hadn't kidnapped me…
If I wasn't forcefully brought into this life…
I would've still being a naive college virgin and things with these rivals of his might've played out differently but now, I was a fucking murderer, a mafia bitch and basically a pawn in this whole dirty game.
I brushed aggressively through my wet hair as I stared back at myself in the mirror of Àlvaro's room. The room I've been staying in for the past three nights.
“Knock, knock.” I was surprised to hear Chloe's voice behind me as she tapped the door at the same time.
My eyes flicked to her reflection and I smiled widely at her, surprised she was even allowed to be here.
“How are you feeling?” She asked, taking slow steps inside the room.
I feel like everyone was just walking on eggshells around me.
“I'm okay.” I shrugged.
“Just okay?”
“Just okay.” I clarified.
I dropped the hairbrush on the table just in time for Chloe to wrap her arms around me. “I was scared to death, Cami. I'm so glad you're alright. I was so worried when we couldn't find you.”
“I know. Santiago told me.”
“What are we doing here, Camilla?” She asked but I had no answer for her.
She soon cleared her throat and then pulled back. “I contacted Angela and Lola.”
My head whipped to her so quickly I almost snapped my neck. “You did what?!”
“Shh! I did it secretly. No one knows.”
“Why the fuck would you contact them? Do you want to get us all killed?”
“Killed?” She chuckled. “After what Àlvaro just went through to rescue you, you think he'd kill you? Kill us? Oh please. I know your relationship with them isn't the best but I thought you were going to die. I thought they had a right to know.”
“What did they say?” My throat clenched, refusing to acknowledge her first statement.
“They're worried about you, Cam. They're worried about us but I already assured them that we were safe.”
“Right.” I nodded and turned back to the mirror.
“Cami, they're really worried about—”
“Can we not talk about them?”
“Cam.” Chloe called softly. “You do what you want to do. I just want you to know that I'm here for you.”
My lips pressed together and I hum. “Yeah. Where's Àlvaro and Santiago?”
“They went to check on Anthonio.”
“How's he?” My heart skipped a beat. I heard he was shot in the leg and I completely forgot.
“Santiago says he's recovering. He's okay.”
“That's good.” I exhaled a breath of relief.
Àlvaro's Pov.
“We got something, or rather, someone.” Santiago spoke as we walked through the dark hallway leading to the basement. We had just got back from checking on Anthonio. “Some of the men caught him lurking around the hood.”
I clenched my jaw as dark thoughts raced through my mind. I had no doubt who this person works for.
That fucking uncle of mine wants a war? Oh, I'll bring him a war just fine.
My blood was rushing furiously through my body. The adrenaline was building inside me as my hands ached from need to hurt someone.
I entered the room with a bang. About five of my men were already in the room, guarding a man tied to a chair, almost unconcious. His eyes were so swollen and red that they were almost closed and his face was covered in blood. His chest rose and fell slowly and his face showed how much pain he felt with every little move he made.
My men must've done a number on him before we got here.
I took off my coat throwing it on the nearby table, buttoning my sleeves. “Leave us alone.” I spoke up and just seconds later, the room was empty, leaving me alone with Santiago and the pathetic man in front of me.
I got down slowly on his level, trying so hard to silence my desire to end his life right here and now. The man looked up at me slowly.
“I see my men have done a number on you but we don't need to make this more ugly than it already is.” I said. “If you're smart enough, maybe you'll get out of here alive.”
He shook his head, coughing. He was having a hard time looking at me because of his swollen eyes. “I have nothing to say.”
I chuckled darkly, seeing the fear written on his face but he was trying so hard to hide it.
I pulled out my gun and saw the gaze on his ugly face freeze, looking less unconcious now and in more fear for his life.
“Do you know who I am?”
“You're Àlvaro Castillo.” He stuttered in fear, not taking his eyes off my gun which I calmly held in my hand, not taking my eyes off his face.
I nodded in agreement. “Now, I have another question.” I pulled the safety for a split second, loading the gun which caused his breathing to quicken. “Do you know how many lives I've taken with this gun?” I muttered, pointing the gun to his forehead.
He closed his eyes as sweat formed on his forehead from fear. “Why do you think I can't make you one of those people?”
He was making sounds, mumbling something under his breath. I pressed the gun further into his forehead. “Either start talking or I swear I'll put a bullet through your fucking skull. Who the fuck do you work for?” I yelled as I rested my finger on the trigger.
“Your uncle! Vincenzo.” He cried, still trembling from fear.
I wasn't surprised when he confirmed my suspicions. My uncle should've thought twice before starting this war with me. I was built to kill and destroy people since I was a fucking kid and I'll be more than happy to end up in hell for killing and torturing who dares to go near her.
“He sent you to spy on me? Why? Where's he? What's he planning?” I asked through clenched teeth, loosening my grip on the gun.
“I don't know anything, I swear.” He said, shaking his head vigorously. “They just paid me to come check out the area. I swear I'm telling you the truth. Please let me go. I just want to go back to my family, please.”
A normal person would feel something looking at this helpless man begging for his life just to be with his family but I'm not a normal person.