Chapter 15 Chapter Fifteen

Chapter 15 Chapter Fifteen
Marco's POV

“How's she holding up?”

“She's tough boss, still hasn't cried. It's been two days.”

“Did you follow my orders?”

“Yes boss, no one has dared to give her anything to eat or drink.”

“Hang her upside down and toss her around.”

“What if she loses consciousness?”

“Dunk her head in water or use a taser, i don't care. I want her to feel every single moment of the torture and pain until she learns not to disobey me ever again.”

“But boss, don't you think it's a little too harsh? She's fragile, just like every other woman.”

“Would you like to take her place instead?”

“No.”

“Then shut up and do as I say.”

Camila didn't cry for help or mercy while she was being tortured, rather she cursed me loudly and also cussed at the men I instructed to carry out the task. From the comfort of my room, I watched it all happen on my phone. I couldn't sleep, even business was tiresome for me and I had her released on the third day.

From the corner I stood, I watched her drag her almost lifeless body back to her room. She looked pale, as if she would drop dead at any moment but I only watched in disdain as a relief I'd rather not admit wash over me.

‘She got what she deserved.’ I muttered to myself, convincingly.

That night? I slept well, compelled by a force that I can describe as stress, I had the maids check on Camila and report to me how she's faring. She was slowly recuperating and it brought me relief because it'd be a shame if she dies, I didn't even start torturing her. I told myself she was learning the hard way, I did what I had to do but my insomnia disagrees.

“Mr. Terenzio, I can assure you that it won't happen again.” Phillip; my head of human resources hastily assured me.

He and seven other department heads in my company trailed after me, hurriedly as I walked out of the company, I entrusted a huge project worth millions into their hands and it flopped. Turns out the investors they procured for it were professional com artists and have duped them of all the funds and they had no idea.

This morning, I went over the details with them and noticed something was off which then revealed the truth.

“Mr. Terenzio, we will pursue this matter legally and ensure they pay for it.” Ruth swore.

“They managed to deceive you for weeks, you think they don't know their way around the law? What baffles me is how my most intellectual team could get swindled this way. Maybe you're due for retirement?” hi

I didn't raise my voice but it sent a wave of panic through them. I began to undo the button on the cuff of my shirt but paused as I saw a familiar figure alight from a cab. A smirk formed at the corner of my lips and she literally walked up to me like an invisible force was backing her up. She charged towards me, bloodshot eyes.

“You atrocious bastard!”

I cocked my head sideways and noticed she looks a lot less awful than I thought she would. “Now, what do we have here?”

Smack!

The metallic taste of blood in my mouth coupled with my head snapping to a side made my blood rush through my veins. The air went stale and I blinked back severally, bewildered by what just happened.

“Do you realize what you just did?” I asked, chuckling as I wiped the blood that seeped from the corner of my lips with my thumb.

“I slapped you and God help me, I will do it again!” She hissed, her shoulders squared and the veins in her neck bulge.

“You look…..” I slightly paused, squaring her with my eyes, “well fed.”

A flash of panic shot through her eyes but she pushed her chest forward. “Are these your workers?’ She asked, pointing at the people with me. “Do you work for him? I hope you know you're all slaving away your lives for a monster!”

“I'd be careful if I were you.” I lightly said to her and she inhaled sharply.

“I can take whatever hell you throw at me, you could've made me lose the job but you didn't need to hurt Owen that way, how could you be so heartless!”

I snickered. “I warned him, he got what was coming.”

“You heartless godforsaken demon from the pit of hell, I hope you die a miserable death and live long enough to watch everyone you love writhe in unending pain!” She cursed loudly, hot tears rolling down her cheeks.

Without missing a beat, I replied to her. “Amen.”

She groaned and stormed away and I watched her, chuckling in amusement. Camila might be a little bit stupid sometimes because everyone knows nobody ever crosses Marco Terenzio and today? She slapped me publicly. The brave little wolf dug herself a fancy grave.

I turned to face my workers who all looked like they've seen a ghost. “I feel so forgiving today, you're allowed to keep your jobs until I find your replacement.”

They began to profusely thank me but I walked away and got into my car that just pulled over.

“Where to boss?”

I downed a glass of champagne to numb the sizzling pain from the slap. “To get back my money.”

“Should I arrange for backup?”

I tsked and carefully cocked a gun after loading the barrel with bullets. “No, it's been long since I last have fun. Let's dance.”



When I returned back home, it was almost midnight my neck ached like hell. I looked down at my hands and cracked my knuckles. Patches of red still stained them and I silently cursed under my breath. The stench of blood thay radiated from my shirt also nauseated me.

‘Foolish idiots, they couldn't even get me a clean pair of shirts.’

I began to mount the staircase, heading to my room and wondered why the house was oddly quiet. Halfway to my room, I noticed the door to Camila's room was slightly ajar, curiously I went to check it out. The room was empty and I didn't hear the water running in the bathroom either.

“Are you trying to finish what you started?” Camila's spiteful voice rang out.

I turned around to see her step out of the bathroom. She wore a bathrobe and her eyes looked swollen, like she had been crying. Her neck was exposed and I saw that her clavicle were more obvious than it should be, few bruises also surfaced. My eyes trailed down to her hand and I chuckled.

“How's your hand?”

“What?” She blurted.

“The hand you used to slap me.” I reminded her and her face turned red with fury.

“Please leave.” She spat.

“This is my house Camila, igo where I want to.”

“Fine, stay!” She barked then angrily stormed towards the dresser. She angrily rummaged through the clothes while I sat at the edge of her bed, watching her amusedly.

She paused and charged towards me. “You know, I always thought you're a merciless animal, like you grew up with no love and had a hard life but you knkw what? You're soulless and even the devil is ashamed of you!” She spat, angrily.

“Oh really?” I commented, lightly.

She gritted her teeth, jaws clenching. “How could you do that to him, he's innocent!”

I shrugged, pretending to yawn which insinuated that I find what she was talking about to be very boring.

“You locked me up for three fucking days and tortured me to no end, how could you bear to do that to a woman all bwcause I wouldn't kiss your ass?”

“Maybe you should've just kissed my ass. It's a pretty clean sweet ass if you ask me.”

She burst into laughter. The kind that hides pain and agony, I stood up and closed the distance between us.

“You'll end up lonely and miseral-”

Her words were interrupted as I caught her by the arm and without warning, I crashed my lips on hers. Her eyes widened in shock and she tried to push me away. I tightened my grip on her and deepened the kiss, with all her strength she pushed me away.

“You shameless bastard!” she cursed, heaving heavily.

I smirked. “Let me show you how shameless I can be.”

In the blink of an eye, I swiftly threw my weight on her and had her pinned against the wall. I grabbed her hands and put it over her head, holding them down with my right hand while my left hand caressed and trailed down her face.

“Let me go you bastard!” She cried, panicking.

Shw fought hard to hold back her tears but I wasn't planning on backing down. I kissed her, this time mkre roughly. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, forcefully exploring it while my free hand shoved her by the waist and pressed her against my body.

I found the rope of her bathrobe and undid it, her naked anterior body pressed against mine. She thrashed, her body trying hard to fight against me but my grip was firm. In a desperate attempt, she bit down on my lips and I tasted blood in my mouth then I broke the kiss but instead gropped her boobs and she screamed.

“You pervert!”

I let go of her and burst into a mocking laughter while she scrambled to cover herself. Her eyes glistened with tears.

“Oh, poor little wolf, has anyone told you that you've got succulent lips?”

“You'll pay for this!” She swore, vehemently.

“See how you moaned to my touch? It shows you're a lowly whore.” I insulted.

“I hate you!”

I didn't reply, instead took a step closer and raised her chin with my thumb, breathing on her face.

“Remember your place Camila. I can easily take you out of this world and ruin any evidence of your existence, and your father's. I'd be careful if I were you.”

She looked into my eyes, fear, despair, desperation and brokenness stared back at me. Her lips quivered but the tears didn't drop, for a moment, I felt a sharp sting in my heart. I let go of her and head out of the room.

“Clean yourself up slut, you reek of desperation.” I spat, before stepping out of her room.

That night, I couldn't sleep, a woman kept invading my dreams, touching me in thr most intimate place ever, she tortured me in the most despicable ways and I hurt her badly.

Camila