Chapter 111 Camilla’s Pov.
I wanted to answer, I wanted to say something but the moment Àlvaro's hand pressed against my pussy, putting pressure on my clit and I forgot about anything but his touch.
Holy shit!
His hands were doing wonders.
I held back my moans, holding on to him for dear life. My legs locked around his waist as his hands played with my clit, spreading my wetness everywhere.
“Get down on your knees for me, chica and I'll fuck you good enough to make you forget about your fiancé waiting for you behind these doors.” He growled against my neck, his thumb circling my clit sending me into another freaking universe. “Submit to me and I'll spare his life.”
“Camilla?” I heard Afanas’ voice again this time, even more concerned and at the same time, Àlvaro slowly and painfully inserted his finger into me, stretching my walls around me.
“What's it going to be, baby?” He muttered, fingering me at a slow but rough enough pace as his thumb played with my clit. I bit my lip, trying to stop the moans of the incoming orgasm. “Will this pathetic excuse of a man live or not?”
I kissed him, hard, running my tongue down his neck before putting a cocky grin on my face, my cheeks red as his fingers fucked me.
“I will not kneel to you, Àlvaro Castillo.” His jaw tightened and his fingers froze inside me. With that, my approaching orgasm disappeared, making me groan with displeasure.
“I'm giving you one last chance, chica.” He growled, his eyes holding mine. “Get on your knees and I'll spare his life. Refuse and he dies.”
I almost laughed.
Àlvaro is not dumb enough to try to kill Afanas Veklov in a mansion full of guards who will tear him apart the very second they hear about his presence.
I shook my head, blatantly refusing, the victorious smile never leaving my face. I have him here.
Suddenly, the warmth from his body disappeared along with the smile on my face.
Everything happened so fast.
Àlvaro drew out his gun, opening the door, and before Afanas even had a chance to say a word, Àlvaro pulled the trigger and the bullet hit him right in the head.
There was no sound. Àlvaro probably had on a silencer but the sound of Afanas’ lifeless body falling to the ground was enough to shake me to my core.
Blood.
There was a lot of blood.
And then everything went black.
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When I opened my eyes, the first person I saw was Santiago.
I was in an unknown place, lying on an unknown bed. I looked around frantically but the grey painted room was unfamiliar to me.
And I was here, trapped with none other but Santiago, staring at me with a grin on his pale face.
And as much as I didn't want it, unpleasant memories immediately rushed into my mind like a hurricane, reminding me of everything that happened the last time I was conscious.
Afanas Veklov was dead. Àlvaro Castillo pulled the trigger with no hesitation. Afanas’ body fell on the ground and bled to death in front of my eyes.
Oh. My. God.
This felt like one horrible nightmare and I wanted to wake up from this madness.
But every time I blinked, hoping to wake up from this nightmare, I was still in this room with Santiago staring at me like a psycho.
This is my freaking reality where Santiago was leaning against the wall across from me, knife in one hand, a greasy smile on his lips as he watched me fully vulnerable and helpless.
“It was about damn time.” He said in an amused voice, twirling the knife around his fingers. “I was getting bored.”
How the hell did I even end up here? How the fuck did Àlvaro managed to get me out of the mansion without the guards or my father catching him first? He's like a fucking shadow, hidden in the dark, haunting you.
I looked around the room trying to find some way out but I only heard Santiago's dark laugh in return, bringing my attention back to him.
“Typical of you, Camilla. You were always the runner, weren't you? But you better not this time.” He threatened with a sigh, his eyes on the knife he was playing with. “I'll kill you before you even take a step.”
His eyes held nothing but the harsh truth. I clenched my jaw, realizing just how fucked up I really am.
After the way I betrayed Àlvaro, of course it was normal for Santiago to now hate me as well.
My body was weak. I had no strength and I was trapped in this damn room with Àlvaro's right hand man who would so love to see me dead. Fuck!
“Where am I?” I asked, my voice low and tired but he was barely holding back his smile.
“Somewhere safe.” He mumbled, annoyed by his own answer. “Àlvaro was just dumb enough to still save your fucking ass.”
He was right.
I couldn't bring myself to even reply to his words so I turned away from him, facing the other side of the room.
Àlvaro's Pov.
“Àlvaro, stop this madness now.” Anthonio said, filling the silence in the room, his gaze absorbed into me, more urgent and demanding than usual. He almost convinced me, but almost. “Haven't you learned your lesson? “Are you trying to kill us all?”
“Watch your fucking tone, Anthonio.” I reminded him, sipping from the scotch in my hand, letting the strong drink burn my throat. “You came uninvited on my territory trying to give me orders? Not a smart move bro.”
“You want to start a freaking war?”
“This war started a long time ago and it didn't start with me.” I interrupted, turning to him sharply. He has some nerves to come in here and boss me around.
I saw him clenching his jaw and his hands curled into fists. I followed his movement with my gaze, my lips curled into a tight smirk, reading his mind like an open book.
He wants to hit me.
It was written all over his face but he knew damn well he can't try that shit. We were no longer kids. He knows that even if he tries that, it won't end well for him. That's why he just stood there and kept silent, burning holes onto my body with his eyes. I almost laughed at his face.
“Release her, Àlvaro.” He tried to convince me again, sounding even more demanding and that shit was really passing me off. “It doesn't have to end with blood.”
One thing I've always admired Àlvaro for was the fact that he's always being the reasonable one out of the both of us, the softer one. He was like the kind who would think of a reasonable way to handle a situation first before switching to violence.
But me? I go straight to the violence.
Violence and fear. That's what earns you respect in our world but Anthonio seemed to still be figuring that out.
“Leave my property, Anthonio.” I muttered, sipping from my drink again, turning my back to him. This conversation was pointless anyway. “This has nothing to do with you.”
“Oh, so now it has nothing to do with me? I nearly died trying to get you out of that fucking place!” He yelled from behind me, his voice deeper, drawing my attention. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were darkened and glued to me. “If you start a war, Leonardo won't stop at just you and your bastard uncle. So yeah, it has everything to do with me.”
“You're playing with my patience, Anthonio.”
“I should've just fucking killed her when I had the chance. Save myself from all this mess.”
And that was all it took to make me snap out of my sanity. I see fucking red in front of me.
In a split second, I had Anthonio pinned against the nearby wall, squeezing his throat so hard that I could feel him choking for air around my fingers. He tried to push me away but I held on tightly. I could see the veins on his neck rising in his attempt to take a breath.
I tried to be fucking good. I really tried my best but Anthonio just wanted to test my patience.
Childhood friend or not, he should be careful what he says on my territory. He's in no position to come and give me orders especially to have the audacity to involve Camilla in this.
I got so close to his face, our foreheads were almost touching, his words on repeat on my mind. I wanted him to look me in the eyes as I said my next words so that it could be etched in his skull.
“Do not mention her again, Anthonio.” I said in his face. “You know I'm not a patient man. I don't care if you're my friend or how close we are, keep provoking me and you won't like what's going to happen next.”
After I was sure that he had taken in every fucking word I said, I pulled away from him giving him the much needed air. He coughed deeply as he fought for air.
I felt no guilt or regret at what I just did to my long time friend because of a woman.
A fucking woman.
Afanas Veklov was not so lucky to live another day. He really thought I would let him marry Camilla but for some time, I let him fool himself with that thought. It was almost hilarious. I loved seeing the confidence on his face throughout the masquerade ball, holding my girl in his arms like she belonged to him.
He liked her, I could tell and frankly, I wouldn't even blame him for that. She's chaos and pure beauty intertwined together, powerful enough to destroy you and innocent enough to fool you. But this idiot wasn't capable of dealing with the fire inside her.
He wanted to tame it. I wanted to let it burn the world to the ground.
He couldn't even kiss her as she needed to be kissed. He held her in his arms so gently as if he was afraid of hurting her, afraid that he'd fall apart, he kissed her as if she were made of cotton.
Camilla needs more. She desires more. She wants the pain. She wants it rough. She's the type of girl who gets turned on by that. The only way to deal with a woman like that is to subdue her. And he was unable to do it.
That's why he died. If he hadn't laid hands on her, maybe I would've thought about it and let him live.
Maybe.