Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen
Marco's POV

“Boss, we found Miss Camila, she's at Mi Casa Su Casa, it's a decent restaurant. She's having lunch with two men.”

I paused and slowly took off my reading glasses, set the documents aside and smirked. “Get the car ready Carlos, it seems the little wolf thinks I'm all bark and no bite.”

Half an hour later, I was standing in front of Camila, a corner of her lips were bruised, chairs scattered around and well, the two idiots she was having lunch with were mortified.

“This is plain assault, do you know who I am?” One of the men barked, threatening me.

“You're beneath this conversation, don't interrupt.” I quietly told him, my eyes not leaving Camila. “I'll deal with you when we get home.”

“I'll make you regret you actions you cocky bastard!” He cursed.

My men were tensed, I brought two of them along but I subtly motioned to them not to make a rash move so they backed down.

“What? You're gonna tell your thugs to beat me up?” The idiot added, cockily.

I threw my head back and smiled, inhaling sharply before exhaling then tut.

“Please, don't harm him.” Camila threw herself In-between us and pleaded.

Tears rolled freely from her cheeks, though she fought hard to hold them back. I tilted my head and smacked my lips, reaching out to wipe the tears off, she recoiled at my touch and I grinned even wider.

“Bring her home.” I ordered the men and began to walk away.

“I can walk by myself!” Camila yelled, the quake in her voice betraying her.

“I wasn't asking.” I calmly said but before I could take another step, the arrogant fool crossed my path, puffing his chest as he began to roll the sleeve of his shirt.

“You're not going anywhere with her!”

“Owen, please dont get involved in this.” Camila pleaded.

“Camila, you don't have to be afraid of this man, whoever he is. I can help you, just step away from him. He'd have to go through me before he takes you away.”

His fist was clutched, he looked ready to bring down the roof on us. Foolish bravery.

“Please Owen, you don't understand.” Camila begged.

“Yes Owen, step aside.” I mocked then lightly pushed him out of the way like he was nothing.

As we got to the car, I turned to face Camila who was being dragged by my men and with a wicked smile on my face I spoke to her in an ominous tone. “You're in for a big surprise tonight Camila.”


“Let go of me you heartless bastards!” Camila's loud voice resonated, I motioned for the men and they threw her on the floor, she winced at impact but didn't show it, instead, she sprang to her feet, fuming in anger.

“What the hell is wrong with you! Why are you bent on ruining my life?” Camila screamed at the top of her voice.

I sat on a chair and smiled mockingly, enjoying her mental meltdown. Good. This way, she'll learn because if she doesn't, I will do whatever it takes to break her. “I warned you not to leave the house and you disobeyed me.”

“So? Am I not permitted to socialize with others? Am I to stay here locked up forever?” She yelled, throwing her hands in the air.

“No.” I shrugged. “The least I expected was for you not to parade yourself like the cheap slut that you are to cheaper lowlife bastards.”

She ran her fingers through her hair and scoffed. “That was my boss and an investor, I was proving myself competent so I cam get a raise at work so I can pay off the debt I fucking owe you!”

“Is that so?” I casually commented as I lit a cigar. “It seems to me that you were working underneath the table raising something in his trousers.”

She snickered, her lips parted slowly as she stared at me and shakes her head faintly. “What are you insinuating?”

“What I am insinuating is that,” I paused, then took a long drag of the cigar I was smoking. “You're a slut, a shameless cheap whore bent on becoming more shameless, does your father know this is what his daughter does? Makes me wonder if this is the same way you win all the contracts for his company on his behalf. Great combination don't you think? A debtor con father and a whore for a daughter.” I calmly insulted her.

Camila stood still for a moment, the words sinking in her head and I watched her as she took a step closer towards me, i motioned for the men to stay away from her as her shoulders squared, jaw flexed and her eyes darkened. She clenched her hands and exhaled sharply through the nose. “Take. That. Back!”

“You're so desperate for your money you're clinging into beds of even old men? I'm disappointed in you, thought you were smarter than that.”

Her voice dropped lower. “You don't get to talk to me like that and I don't have time to explain myself to you, you know why you think that's what I was busy doing?” She asked, her countenance suddenly shifting from anger to contempt.

“Why?” I asked, cockily.

“Bwcause all the women in your life followed that path. “ she spat and it took me off guard.

“What did you just say?”

“I'm not like your girlfriend or the women in your life who whore themselves around to just anybody who can afford their services and honestly, I can't blame anyone if you have trust issues because all the women you've ever known are low class, disgusting sluts! I mean, who raised you?”

For a second, my expression faltered and I rose to my feet, with a swift move of my hand, I slapped her hard across the face and held her, not giving her a chance to take it in. “Say that again, I dare you.”

She laughed, revealing her bloodstained teeth. “Your mother, does she know she raised an insecure jerk?”

“She's dead.” I spat, my jaws locked and my grip on her tightened.

“Good, she must be turning in her grave in shame that she birthed such an insecure man who has no respect for the whores he has built his life around.” She retorted. Her eyes held no fear, only defiance.

My blood boiled but I laughed sarcastically and slapped her across the face, multiple times until she fell to the ground at the impact but I didn't let her be, instead, I grabbed her by the neck and she still laughed, her eyes mocking me.

“Take that back.” I intoned, authoritative.

“Or else what?”

I chuckled then let her go. I stood up, a pulse of violence pulsating under my skin as my hands began itching to act. I moved before thinking and snapped, kicking her in the abdomen.

“Ah!” She screamed out in pain but I didn't stop.

“You. Will. Obey. Me!” I thundered, landing a kick with every word I said.

Her muffled screams shrunken at the roar of my rage, I didn't stop, the fury inside of me demanded more and I obliged.

“Beg for mercy.” I growled.

She only tried to protect her face, blood sputtering from her mouth but no words came from her mouth, only silent sobs. My legs and fist were thrown, shoving, kicking, punching, slamming until I could no longer hear her screams.

The room blurred around me, every sob of hers only fueled my anger more but I paused, spitting on her then catching my breath.

“Throw her in the cell. No food, no water and no one must attend to her.” I ordered my men.

“All night boss?”

I heaved heavily, looking at her bloodied face, she was barely conscious. “Until I change my mind.”

As she was being dragged away, I washed my hands and sat down so my shoes will be cleaned, all bloodstains removed.

“I'll break you Camila, even if it's the last thing I'll do.’