Chapter 68 Àlvaro's Pov.
I'm fucked up in so many ways and the only time I feel something cracking in me is when I'm with Camilla.
She makes me forget about all the horrible things I've done in my shitty life. I believe I'm a better man when I'm with her.
I shook my head, coming back to reality. “It's a shame you know so little.” I sighed in disappointment. “But still your information was acceptable.” I muttered as I stood up, turning my back to him.
“Okay. Can you let me go now, please?”
I heard his soft voice behind me and I turned back, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
“Let you go?” I asked mockingly.
“You said you would let me go if I told you what I know and I did.” His words was getting higher as he spoke.
“Did I?” I tilted my head to one side, still holding my gun and he nodded. “Well too bad.”
I saw how his face dropped after my words and his body shook all over again.
“You should've thought twice before getting your ass into this business and even working on the wrong side.” I sighed. “The information was acceptable but still not enough to let you live.”
I pulled the trigger and watched as the bullet pierced his skull killing him in an instant. His lifeless body collapsed on the chair and blood began to fall slowly from his wound, making a pool of blood around him.
In a way, I showed him mercy because I gave him a quick painless death. It could've been way worse but I believe it was fair in exchange of the information he gave me. At least I know for sure now that my uncle still has a sinister plan up his sleeves.
I put on my coat as I turned to Santiago.
“Clean this shit up.” I said and he gave a curt nod before I stalked out of the room.
I dialed a number and after a few rings, the person on the other side picked up. “I want you to put more security around the houses and even in the neighborhood, around the club. Everywhere.”
I know my uncle will do anything to get Camilla but this time, I'm going to be prepared for him.
Camilla’s Pov.
People say that every new day is a new beginning, a new chance in life.
I used to look forward to every new day even while not knowing what it was going to bring me. When I first moved to Miami, I always felt excited, free, happy and ready for whatever the day was going to bring with a smile on my face.
Now, this joy has been taken away from me.
Before I was kidnapped and forcefully brought here, I looked forward to each new day with impatient and an open heart. I tried to live my life like any young person my age, that's why I even allowed myself to be dragged to the club by Chloe, Angela and Lola in the first place.
I've always tried to do what makes me happy since my father's death and that was one of the reason I left Spain for Miami.
But all that changed since Àlvaro stumbled into my life.
It's been more than a month since my rescue from Vincenzo's den and depressed was a minor word to even describe what I was feeling right now.
It was almost like it was when I was first kidnapped.
I was being watched and protected by even more of his men like I was some expensive art work locked up in a museum for no one else to look at.
I've barely even seen Àlvaro and I suspected that he was probably avoiding me but for what?
He still wouldn't let Chloe just live in the same house with us, only just allowing occasional visits. I was depressed, angry, and I just needed a way to let off some fucking steam.
I needed Àlvaro more than my female ego was willing to admit because even though I knew he was everything I should dislike in a man, I can't help how I feel around him.
The whole situation was just fucked up.
I was lost in thoughts, lying on my bed in lingerie and a white t-shirt. I had since stopped sleeping in Àlvaro's room.
Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door.
I thought it was probably Chloe coming for one of her visits so I told the person to come in. The door slowly opened and the very devil I was thinking about peeked into my room looking as hot as ever with his messy hair. I was surprised he even bothered with knocking. That was so unlike him.
I tried not to notice how much his gaze affected me the way it landed on my bare legs, or the way he coughed lightly.
He was acting so weird with the way he was avoiding my eyes.
“Yes?” I spat as I sat up on the bed, angry because I cared. One day, he was all over me screaming about how he'd always protect me, the next, he's avoiding me as if I was the plague.
“I just want to let you know that I'm going out tonight.” He spoke in a deep voice, still trying to avoid my gaze.
Hasn't he always been out? And why did he feel the need to tell me about this?
“I have something to take care of. Santiago will be here just in case you need something.” He continued.
“What? No!” I responded. A confused look appeared on his face. “I want to come with you.”
“I just got you back from my uncle, Camilla. I can't risk you being seen outside anymore.”
“It's been close to two months, Àlvaro and I'm bored out of my mind. I won't get in the way of anything, I promise.” I said, walking towards him but he tentatively took a step back. “Take me with you. I'm tired of being locked up in this stupid house. Even Chloe gets to go out when she comes to visit me.”
“Most people would be more than happy to spend their time indoors if they had gone through what you went through.”
“Well, I guess I'm not like most people. I'm stronger than you think Àlvaro.”
He looked down at my body, his gaze darkening before he sighed and murmured, “Damn right you're not.”
I had this sudden urge to take his face in my arms and kissed his lips but I ignored it.
“Okay chica. I'm giving you ten minutes. If you're not ready by then, I'm leaving without you.” It was clear from his voice that he didn't like the idea of me accompanying him but I tried to ignore him and focus on the fact that I was stepping out of the house.
“I need five.” I smiled widely but he just rolled his eyes and walked off.
For the first time in weeks, I felt this rush of excitement that I hadn't felt in a long time.
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“You didn't tell me where we were going to.” I asked as Àlvaro held the car door open for me.
The ride here was a short one and painfully boring because Àlvaro chose to ignore me, looking at his phone with a serious look the whole time. As many times as I tried to start a conversation, he just replied with a word, visibly not wanting to talk.
What the fuck was wrong with him?