Chapter 96 Camilla’s Pov.
“You can't be here, miss Torres.” The huge guard at the door blocked my way before I could enter the room which was guarded by three more men.
“Says who? You?” I fired back, raising my head to meet his gaze. The audacity this man has to tell me where I can or can't go in my own father's house.
“Your father, miss.” He replied under his breath, trying to keep his tone good but I could still see his jaw clenching as he tried to bite back his words.
“I can deal with my father. Your Job is to do as I say so get out of my fucking way.” I hissed at him, challenging him with my brows as I stood face to face with him.
He knows damn well that he can't do anything to me. I could see it clearly written on his face that he's not pleasant with the way I was talking to him but he still remained silent.
Smart move.
I saw him clenching his jaw hard before backing away from the door with displeasure. I faked a smile before walking past him, entering the room.
But my smug smile was washed away in a heartbeat the moment I walked inside the room. My heart sank to my feet as soon as I was faced with the sight in front of me and for a moment, I regretted coming down here because this sight will forever be etched in my mind, haunting me.
The room was dark, with almost no access to daylight from the small windows. The whole room is blank and empty with only one chair in the middle where the mighty Àlvaro was tied and in a terrible state.
I stood in horror by the door, trying to absorb everything my eyes were seeing but it was just too much.
I've never seen Àlvaro look so helpless that it terrifies me. Even when Sergei made him kneel and beg for my life, he didn't look quite as dejected as he does now. His shorts was torn in some places with traces of dried and fresh blood.
His head was down, his hair hiding his face. His chest was rising and falling heavily as if every breath brought pain to his body. His hands were tied behind his back with a rope and I could see fresh wounds on his hands and on his whole damn body. Most of them were even still bleeding.
“You came to finish me off huh, chica?” I heard his deep husky voice, accompanied by a grunt of pain.
He didn't raise his head as he spoke but for some reason, he knew it was me. I tried to say something but I was out of words so I stayed silent.
“Come on, do it.” He hissed in pain, slowly raising his head to finally meet my eyes and I gasped in horror.
The beautiful face I know was now gone. Now, it was horribly scarred. His eyes, which was the first thing that captivated me during our first meeting, was no longer noticeable due to the swelling from the blows he had suffered. They were red, almost turning purple. His mouth was split and swollen with traces of blood also on it. But what horrified me the most were the fresh wounds on his face like it had been cut with a knife in random places, leaving deep winds on it. His beauty was obliterated.
For how long have they been torturing him? It's been less than twenty four hours since we captured him, now he looks nothing like himself.
I didn't agree to this.
My father assured me that capturing Àlvaro was the beginning if we want to start working on crumbling his empire but I never agreed to the things he's doing to Àlvaro.
I would never!
Seeing him like this in front of me, my heart could not bear the sight. This is all my fucking fault.
“Àlvaro–” I started, almost in a whisper but he shook his head slowly, each movement obviously causing him pain. He bit his bottom bloody lip between his teeth.
“Save it, Camilla.” He muttered, avoiding my gaze as if to punish me. “I don't want to hear it. Just finish your job.”
I can't. I would never do this. My hatred was not as strong as I thought. Not for him. Not for Àlvaro Castillo.
“I'm not going to kill you.” I protested and even in his condition, I could see his lips curling into a tiny lazy grin.
“You've always been weak.” His cold voice was shredding my heart into pieces.
I knew he was trying to push all my buttons and get under my skin but little did he know that seeing him like this hurts me as much as it hurts him. I don't want him to die. Not now, now here, not like this. I'll never be able to forgive myself.
This man is your enemy, Camilla. Remember that.
“You won't het under my skin, Àlvaro.” I said, shaking my head. He fired me a single glance before turning his head over to the other side. “Then why are you here? To see me suffer?”
Why am I here? I don't even know. I just know that I needed to see him. I needed him to understand why I did this but I never thought I'd find him beaten up and tied to a chair. My father has some explanation to do.
“No.” I blurted out the truth, feeling my voice shaking. That's the last thing I ever wanted to see.
He went silent for a few seconds, his eyes glued to me as if a thousand thoughts was passing through his mind. His gaze was empty and dark, just like the very first day we met when he didn't care if I lived or died. I hate to admit how much it hurts to see that he was looking at me with those same eyes now and not the eyes of someone in love.
After what seemed like ages, he finally spoke in a low voice. “Using your pussy to make me vulnerable was a smart move.” Even though in pain, he found the strength to put a grin on his face, his teeth bloodied as he looked at me disdainfully. “Your daddy must be so proud.” He spat out the words in disgust.
The way he said it, with the disgust and disrespect written on his face was more than I could bear. It was my breaking point.
I walked closer to him and slapped him hard, making one of his wounds bleed again. His head instinctively turned to the side but instead of hissing in pain, he chuckled. His laugh was dark and scary, making me shiver. Àlvaro shook his head before turning to face me again.
“That's all? He challenged me. “Come on chica, you can do better. Hit me harder.”
He was messing with my brain even in this state and I was letting him. His cocky smirk was enough proof of that.
He was talking to me like I was some whore, sleeping with him just to get what I want. No. Fucking him back at the hotel was never part of the plan. I did it because my body and soul craved him. Because I missed him. Because I'm fucking stupid.
But he doesn't need to know all that.