Chapter 98 Camilla’s Pov
“Looks like all the stories I've heard about the famous Àlvaro Castillo are true.” Rosalia said the second she entered the living room. “He's devilishly handsome even though he's scary as hell.”
I didn't even bother to look at her. I kept my eyes locked on my laptop, one of the many gadgets I now own, courtesy of my father. The last thing I wanted Rosalia to see was the displeasure written on my face just because she mentioned Àlvaro. Not only mentioned though. She just said he was handsome. I don't like knowing that other girls found him attractive even though it was pretty obvious that they do. All the whores in his strip club would kill just to fuck him.
But I kept my mouth shut, trying to erase her words from my memory. Rosalia is the closest thing to a friend I have here. She reminds me so much of Chloe from the way we clicked pretty quickly and that comforts me in a weird way. My father hired her to be kind of my companion after my ‘rescue’ so she was around me most of the time. But I've never shared anything about my stay with Àlvaro no matter how many times she's asked me about it. I still kept it to myself. I wanted to keep Àlvaro to myself.
Of course she's going to find Àlvaro to be an attractive man because in fact, he is. He's the most attractive man I have ever seen and I hated the fact that Rosalia thought the same thing.
I felt the jealousy building up in my body just thinking about her and Àlvaro.
Rosalia is beautiful, breathtaking even. She's the same age as I am, a natural redhead with a tall, beautiful body but with the mind of an assassin. She's a deadly weapon. She seemed just like Àlvaro's type and I hated that even more.
“Do you think your dad would be mad if I fuck him?” She spoke again after some time. Her words made me choke on my saliva and I finally brought my attention to her. “I'm just asking.”
“I don't think sleeping with the enemy is the best idea, Rosalia.” The words came out harsher than I expected.
Her and Àlvaro, fucking. Oh my God. That's the last thing I want inked in my mind but it seems like it will haunt me from now on.
She sighed, visibly disappointed by my reply. Just the thought of Rosalia touching Àlvaro made me sick.
“Do you think he'll agree to your father's demands?” She asked again, changing the subject. “It's been days.”
It's been days since I last saw him but she doesn't need to know that.
I wanted to go back down there and just be in his presence but I know that's the last thing he'll want. Since our last conversation, everytime I close my eyes, I see his deadly eyes piercing me, his words on repeat, haunting me. Maybe I deserve it. Maybe I deserve for him to hate me.
“I don't know.” I replied sincerely. “I hope so.”
“He looks better now than the first day I brought him food.” She mumbled, sitting on the chair next to me and that got my attention. Why was she the one bringing him food?
Before I could say anything back, Leonardo joined us in the big living room, interrupting our conversation and I didn't know if I should be thankful. When I gave him a second glance, I could see that his face was intense. He looked more serious than usual.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, frowning and he just nodded, keeping a straight face.
At that moment, my attention was on the guards bursting into the room literally pulling Àlvaro with them. His hands were still cuffed as they threw him on the ground in front of us.
I heard his deep groan and it filled my heart with pain. Damn it!
The wounds on his face were still not properly healed but what caught my attention was his leg. His thigh was covered in dry blood, poorly bandaged and I don't need to think twice to know that it was from a bullet. It wasn't there the last time I saw him.
Leonardo saw my stunned face locked on Àlvaro's leg and I felt his rough touch on my shoulder trying to take my attention from it but I couldn't. I couldn't move, think, breath. Nothing.
Àlvaro was breathing heavily. He didn't even bother to look up, like giving us his attention was the last thing we deserved. And maybe he was right.
“You're stubborn. In other circumstances, I'll love such a trait.” Leonardo muttered, his whole face intense but still unbothered by Àlvaro's pain.
“Fuck you, Leo.” Àlvaro spat out in pain, still refusing to meet our eyes. He kept his head down, his hair covering his face.
“I've been lenient towards you, Àlvaro because I knew you as a kid and I don't want to think that you had anything to do with your family's sick games but right now, it's up to you if you want to test my bad side.” Leonardo said almost like a promise.
Àlvaro laughed coldly, shaking his head, his hair still hiding his face. I could only see his smirk and that was enough to send shivers down my body.
“You know, I understood your anger towards my father and uncle but right now, I'll have so much fun killing you, Leonardo.”
My father became serious in a few seconds. He clenched his jaw, his face barely holding back the effect Àlvaro's words had on him. But I knew. I could see it.
“You won't live long enough to do that.” Àlvaro promised in a cold voice, giving a command to the guards. “Lock him in the room on the second floor and guard it 24/7.”
And the last thing I saw before the guards dragged Àlvaro out of tge room was his eyes locked on me. Not my father. Not Rosalia. Me.
He looked so cold, so terrifying. The scars on his face made him look even more deadly and I had to look away first.
“You shot him?” I snapped the second it was just me, my father and Rosalia left in the room. I was furious, I think my face was red as hell.
“Yes.” He answered without thinking twice.
“You promised me you won't hurt him again.” My voice broke in the process but it was still cold and deadly and I saw Leonardo's jaw clenching.
“I did this before making any promises to you, daughter.”
“Why?”
“Because he has to learn to keep his mouth shut.”
“You're fucking kidding me, right?” I laughed ironically but my blood was boiling through my veins. I could hardly hold myself back. “I forbid you to get any closer to him else you'll have to deal with me and that's a fucking promise, father.” I spat the words with disgust, my voice shaking from anger.
“You're protecting a man who kidnapped you, made you go through all sorts of torture and forcefully marked you a part of the mafia? Someone that's prepared to kill you if and when given the opportunity?” He hissed at my face, making me take a step back from his harsh words. “Stop showing weakness for that criminal and start acting like a real Torres.”
His words stabbed like blade into my heart, maybe because he was right but I refused to accept it.
I don't want to accept that the man who used to worship my body with kisses, giving me the best orgasm I've only read about in books, fucking me like I'm the only woman in the world he desires, would kill me without a second thought. No, I refused to believe it.
I stared into my father's eyes, jaw clenched. He knew he was provoking me and he knew he was succeeding.
“I meant what I said.” I mumbled, avoiding his question. “Stay away from him or you'll deal with me, father.” Those were my last words before I turned my back on him, leaving the room. I heard Rosalia's heels behind me but I never stopped. My head felt like it was going to explode.
“That was fucking intense.” She whispered as if she was afraid that my father was going to hear her. “Where are we going?” She asked, following me like a lost puppy.
I just looked at her, knowing that I would most likely regret what I was about to do but for the first time in a while, I decided to use my fucking heart and I hope I don't regret it again.