Chapter 50 Àlvaro's Pov
Saturdays are days of fun for most, relaxation for others but certainly not for me. I've been down to my eyeballs in work, trying to put the different plans in place for our stunt with Sergei.
The headache between my brows was growing rapidly. All I wanted was my bed. And maybe, a good fuck.
I grabbed my phone and keys and before I knew what I was doing, I headed straight to Camilla’s. I needed some energy burnt away and being with Camilla would definitely do that.
It's crazy how I no longer think of Janelle or any other of the many whores in my club when it comes to a good fuck. Camilla has successfully ruined other ladies for me. She's the only one I want to be fucking.
I parked outside the compound and walked towards the house. My eyebrows pinched together when I realised that the lights inside the house were off and the guards around the house were behaving kinda sheepish.
I ignored them, raised my fist to knock on the door but one of the guards cleared his throat beside me.
"Boss," The guard called. "She's not home."
My eyes burned with a new fury and a mixture of fear. "What do you mean she's not home?"
"She went out, Mr Castillo."
"Out?" I gritted my teeth and reminded myself to calm down before I actually pull out my gun and kill someone.
What is Camilla doing going out?! To where?
"Where the fuck is Rizzo?" I growled out.
The guard looked like he'd been struck with fear. Well, he definitely would be when I'm done with everyone of them who let this happen.
"He's with her, boss."
"Where?"
"I heard her talking with another girl on the phone. They mentioned Antonio's club."
Every muscle in my body clenched. "And you let her go?"
"Rizzo was with her, boss. So I thought you were okay with it."
My nostrils flare and I gritted my teeth, suppressing the urge to shoot this guy square in the face. There's a war coming and I needed every man I can count on. If not....
"All of you are fucking useless." I snapped and the guard jolted back in shock. "Malditos idiotas!"
(Malditos idiotas: Fucking idiots!")
With Sergei still out there lurking in the shadows and God knows what fucked up plan my uncle, Vincenzo has up his sleeves, there are so many possible dangers that she could be directing to herself and her safety.
What was the point of bringing her here if she was just going to up and fucking leave whenever she wanted to?
Rizzo has a lot of fucking answering to do. Also what friend was that guard talking about?
Camilla’s Pov.
It was Saturday night and honestly, I was tired of being alone. I haven't heard from Àlvaro since he came around the other day when I met Rizzo for the first time.
These last couple of days, I've just been watching crappy TV series and masturbating in peace. I was so damn flustered after Àlvaro edged me until my legs were shaking and then refused to give me what he knew I desired. Fucking asshole.
Rizzo has been awfully quiet, checking out the perimeter whenever he felt like it and also making sure the guards were on their best form. He stays in one of the many spare bedrooms in the house and mostly kept to himself.
Well, probably because it was exactly what I told him to.
I dragged my phone up to my eyes and sighed when I saw the time, six o'clock. I desperately wished to have some fun.
I dragged myself to the kitchen and poured myself a rather large glass of wine from Àlvaro's stash. If I'm going to have a party by myself, then alcohol needed to be present.
I sat back down and raised the glass to my lips, gulping down the tasty wine that hits my pallette perfectly. My hand reached for the remote to start a new series on the TV. I sigh into the pillows, glass still in hand.
Within twenty minutes, the glass is empty and I could feel it rush to my head.
My eyes glanced between my phone and the TV screen. A small smile gathered on my lips at the sudden thought that just popped into my head. I took my phone and scrolled to find Chloe's message from the other day.
This was a big risk but I was damn tired to being here alone and Àlvaro wouldn't know if no one told him. So I texted Chloe.
Camilla: Hey...do you want to go out tonight? You could sneak out.
She probably won't reply because it took literal days for me to get back to her since the last time we chatted.
I locked the screen and focused on the TV, already craving more wine but just as I was contemplating getting more wine, my phone vibrated and I rushed to read it.
Chloe: Fuck yeah! Let's do it!"
Camilla: Great! Antonio's club it is!
Chloe: What time?
Camilla: Meet at nine?
Chloe: You got it!
I smiled at my phone like a cheshire cat. I know I shouldn't be doing this but I just couldnt help myself. Àlvaro once mentioned that Antonio's club was safe, reason why I suggested going there instead of the ENIGMA. My only issue now was Rizzo.
For now, I chose to ignore him as I went to take a shower then proceeded to do a little bit of makeup and curled my hair so it rests perfectly down my back. When I was almost ready in my dark red skin tight dress and black heels. I admired myself in the living room mirror.
The room Rizzo was currently occupying opened and his eyes fell on me. I froze for a second. I was actually hoping to sneak past him.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I raised my hand to fix my hair, acting nonchalant. "Out."
He scoffed. "Nice try but you're not leaving this house."
"Says who?" I shot back at him.
"Mr Castillo said—"
I held up a finger to silence him and his expression hardened at my blunt action. "You're my bodyguard, aren't you?" I asked sharply. "And Àlvaro hired you because you're the best at what you do. So if I can't even go out without you being able to protect me, then you're probably not the best at your job, are you?"
Rizzo narrowed his eyes at me. "Camilla, I have orders."
"And I have needs, Rizzo." I flashed him a sarcastic smile. "I just want to go out and hang out with a friend for a couple hours tops. Àlvaro doesn't have to know. No one has to know. You'll be there, you can protect me if anything goes wrong."
"This isn't a good idea, Camilla."
I shrugged and grabbed my purse and coat. "Well, you either come or you don't. All I know is I'm leaving this house and you're not going to stop me."
He cursed under his breath and followed after me as I opened the front door. "I'm calling Àlvaro right now." He snapped.
My head whipped so fast in his direction. "You don't want to do that."
Rizzo's eyes furrowed. "And why not?"
"Because he'll be fucking furious when I tell him about how loud you decide to watch your porn at night and jack yourself off when you should be on duty." I dragged my hair over my shoulders. "He'll drop you faster than a hot potato."
His nostrils flare in my direction. "Fine." He spat. "A few hours. Then we come straight home."
I raised my shoulders with joy, happy that I just gave the perfect blackmail. "Perfect!"