Chapter 16 Camilla’s Pov
My eyes located the camera and I growl silently at it, fury blinding my eyes. I grabbed the chair at the far end of the room and dragged it across the room and I climbed onto the seat. My arms reached up and I took the camera between my hands. I gripped the base, grunting as I ripped it from the wall with one swift movement.
I immediately threw it to the ground with a loud crash. Pieces of plastics and wires shattered across the wooden floor.
Adrenaline pumped through my body like I've been given it freely through an IV.
“Fuck your stupid camera.” I grumbled under my breath.
“You'll be paying for that!” Àlvaro calls loudly from down the hall.
I raised my finger to flip him off even though he couldn't see me.
Sick bastard.
Àlvaro's Pov.
I hated myself for being so distracted with her in the house. When I checked the house security footage, I didn't purposely mean to go so far back in time when I stumbled upon her little play time with herself.
I knew I shouldn't have watched but I couldn't help myself. And what makes it better was that it was straight after I bent her over the kitchen island and spanked her ass raw. Now I know that despite all her mouthy reactions, she enjoys what I do to her.
She went back to her room and played with herself directly in front of the camera. Oh boy. What a fucking sight it was. As soon as my eyes landed on the video, I knew that I had some leverage over her.
Sometimes, part of me wishes I could have a quick look inside her mind. I'd love to know what goes on in her brain whenever she looks at me. She mouths off but whenever I touch her, I know she wants it. She wants it so fucking badly.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts because I find myself thinking of her far too often.
Giving a phone or any type of device was going to be a bad idea so I devised a way to lift off her boredom. I smiled at the thought because I knew she wasn't going to like it.
Camilla’s Pov.
We stared at each other in silence as he barged into my room. His beautifully dangerous eyes followed me as I glanced around.
“Let's talk business, little girl.”
It fucking sucked that my biggest enemy has to look this fucking sexy.
“I need a pretty little thing to be at my side always and I think that could be you. That should put an end to your boredom.” He blurted out.
He thinks I'm pretty.
Why's that the only thing I got from everything he just said? I silently cursed at myself.
“But the thing is, you're trouble.”
Good.
“Trouble?” I raised my eyebrows.
He nodded slowly. “I have a lot to deal with when it comes to taking care of my mafia and I don't need you getting in the way.”
“And how exactly will I be trouble?”
Why does it sound like this is a negotiation? I guess I would entertain anything if it means less boredom.
“Resisting, disrespecting…I can go all day chica but that's not the point. The point is, I need that feisty attitude gone if you're going to do this. Otherwise, you can keep wallowing in boredom.”
He was trying to break me. He was trying to kill my spirit. I will make his life fucking hell.
“Do you understand, chica?”
I bit my tongue back from saying something I knew I'd regret.
“Yes, boss.”
“My name's fucking Àlvaro.” He spat.
I ignored him. “So what exactly will I be doing?”
“Well, for starters, you need to improve. Santiago will be working with you to make sure that you can defend yourself.”
I stared. “You're going to fucking teach me to fight?”
“Just the basics, chica.” He said. “Then you can attend events with me and I might even allow you to sit at my meetings with me.”
I said nothing. What could I say?
No matter what objections I had, I knew I had no choice in the matter. I was the one who complained to him about being bored.
I knew that it sounded like he was giving me a choice but I was smart enough to know that this wasn't a ‘can you?’ conversation. It was a ‘you will.’ conversation.
“Perfect.” I said in a forced cheerful tone.
Several hours after Àlvaro left my room, a knock sounded on the door. I opened it to find Santiago standing there with a duffel bag that he pushed towards me.
“Cambiarse.” Was all he said. (Get changed.)
I glanced at him and watched as he turned around. I frowned as I noticed the black studded earring on his left ear and how his black inked tattoos snaked near the bottom of his ears.
Why the fuck are these dangerous men so freakishly handsome?!
“Are you done staring at me? Or are you going to get changed?”
Dammit!
I hurriedly closed the door as I slid into the Nike sports bra and shorts in the bag. I packed my hair into a ponytail. I opened the door and stepped out. He nodded at me and I noticed that he also had on a tight black dry fit.
“I am going to safely assume that you're not physically in shape.”
“Excuse me?”
His dark eyes looked all over my body. “You're just too…small to have any strong physical aspects to you. Àlvaro told me to help you and I'll try to do what I can.”
I bit down on my lip to stop myself from saying something sassy.
We walked down into a part of the mansion I had never been in before and we made our way down six flights of stairs.
Just how big is this fucking castle?!
Soon enough, we stopped outside a bolted door and Santiago typed in a code on the door lock and it clicked open. Inside was a massive room with mats and gym machines surrounding the corners of the room.
He walked us towards one of the mats and in one swift movement, I felt his foot hook around my ankle in an attempt to trip me and I immediately jumped back.
A slow grin broke out on his face and I watched as he stalked towards me. The last time I fought was with my brother back in Spain in what now seems like many years ago.
He swung at me and I dropped to the ground, avoiding the punch. I felt my heart racing. His eyes flared up and he made another move.
I raised my wrist, blocking the punch but he had one up on me when he smashed me on the thighs. I doubled over and I felt him spin me around and kicked me in the fucking ass. I groaned.
Was this his idea of teaching me to fight?!
“Better than I thought you'd be. Sadly, Àlvaro told me not to hurt your face…or ass. My bad.”
I shook my head and stood up, shaking off the ache I felt. “So what? You're here to beat me up? Asshole. Teach me how to fucking defend myself.”
A dangerous smile crept up his face.
“Fine. You're in for a hell of a time.”