Chapter 63 Àlvaro's Pov.
“Boss.” One of my men called, sounding alarmed. “Two cars are pulling up.”
“She might be in that car. We need to be careful.”
I watched as my men hid from the windows, waiting for the occupants of the car to come out. Then someone shouted a warning.
They could see the dead bodies all over now and I heard the cocking of a gun in the distance.
“Don't hesitate to shoot once everyone is out of the car but don't hit Sergei. He's mine.” I instructed my men.
The sounds of gunshots echoed around me and I dashed to the window, ducking below with Santiago close to me. Glass shattered around us as they aimed at the house and I shielded my head with my hands.
I slide my head out of the crack of the door to find no sign of Sergei nor of Camilla.
"Keep shooting!" I yelled over the gunshots until Sergei is the last man left.
Santiago hovered by the window and raised his gun, aiming and shooting directly at them.
"Give me an update."
"Three dead." He groaned and hides again. "Two still active."
"And Sergei?"
"Can't see him."
A low growl escapes from the back of my throat. No doubt the coward was hiding at the back of the car, waiting for the bullet shower to ease up.
One of my men standing beside Santiago is shot directly in the throat and he tumbled to the floor.
I grit my teeth in anger and stood up, resting my gun on the ledge of the window. Then one of Sergei's men raised his head a little too high and I pressed the trigger, watching it hit his eye as he fell back with a thud.
Soon the gunshots began to die down and one of my men called. “They're all on the ground, boss!”
I walked over to the car where Sergei was disarmed and dragged out. His eyes lit with fury and I smirked in his direction. Stupid fucker. I tucked my gun into my waistband and I don't hesitate to draw back my fist and aimed it directly on his face, nose crunching beneath my fist.
He's held up by two of my men and he stumbles, blood staining his teeth.
“Where is she?” I demanded.
“I don't know.” Amusement glittered in his eyes.
I hit him twice as hard then I grabbed him by the collar and stared down at him with eyes filled with hatred. “Tell me where the fuck she is!” I yelled so loudly I could barely recognize my own voice.
“I said I don't know.” Sergei chuckled.
Another brutal punch. Then another. My fists throbbed but I could paint his face black and blue all day. "Àlvaro." Santiago stepped to my side as I took a few deep breaths, clenching my teeth in the process. "We need him to find her. You don't want to kill him just yet."
I grunted out an inaudible word. "No, but we can torture it out of him."
I glanced over my shoulder, locating a tool box. I walked over and dug through the box and pulled out a hammer before stalking back to Sergei.
He eyed the weapon in my hand as I struck it into his leg. A loud cry escaped him as I felt the metal lodged between his bones, blood pouring from the fresh wound.
“Tell me where she is!” I grumbled as he clenched his eyes together.
A whimper escaped his lips but he said nothing.
I yanked out the tool and did the exact same thing to his other leg and I watched him crumple to the floor in pain. “TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK SHE IS!”
Then Sergei's screams turned into laughter. Chilling laughter. It ignited my fury so intensely that I was ready to rip his eyeballs out and chop off his hands. “You would never find her.” He choked out between breaths. "I would die happy knowing that you would never find her." He chuckled.
I tightened my fist around the hammer, ready to smash his head in. I don't even want to think of the possibility of her being dead, or of anything happening to her. I refused to believe it.
Suddenly, Santiago walked to my side and spat on Sergei. "You're so fucking dead." He growled before turning to me. "End this motherfucker. We'll find Camilla another way."
I lowered myself down to Sergei's level. "I'm giving you one last chance to tell me where she is."
"I'm not telling you nothing, Àlvaro." He spat with that same annoying smile on his face.
I eyed him up one last time and shook my head. "You know, I wish, I really wish I could make this fucking torturous for you but the quicker you're out of this world, the faster I'd get on with finding Camilla on my own."
Sergei flashed me one last smile before I used the claw that was already covered in his blood and smashed it into his left eyeball. Blood splattered across the car and even on my shirt as he groaned at the pain and slumped back. I pulled the hammer out and forced it down on his other eye until his skull caved in and his face was unrecognizable.
I won't stop. I can't stop.
I kept smashing his face over and over, flesh parting and his brains dripping all over the floor. The amount of blood should make my stomach churn, it's strong tangy smell was wafting into my nose but I am thirsty for it. I've been thirsty for it for a while.
Santiago placed a hand on my shoulder and that was what it took to get me out of the blind rage I was feeling. "I'm pretty sure he's dead now, boss."
Slowly, I dropped the hammer beside his mutilated head and I glanced up at Santiago. "We need to start figuring where Vincenzo must've taken her. There's no doubt she's with him now."
Camilla’s Pov.
All I saw was darkness. My hands were tied so tightly behind my back, igniting the throbbing in my arm.
When that man shot at me, the bullet skimmed my bicep and blood trickled down the fabric of my shirt. The other two shots, was aimed beside my body and I could still hear the gunshots ring loudly in my ear.
My mouth had been taped shut and there was a bag over my head.
I was back in the van where they had thrown my body in like a sack of flour. My head smashed into the metal of the van and I could feel blood dripping down my cheek. Someone near me muttered something in Russian before kicking me in the stomach, hard.
That was like an hour ago.
This can't be how I die! My mum can't find out I died like this. God please!
My body convulsed from an equal amount of pain and fear. This was not like it was with Àlvaro. These people were going to kill me! But even with my pain and fear, I found myself praying for Àlvaro to be alright too. He can't die now. He has to come rescue me from these motherfuckers because I'll not be used as a pawn in some family squabble.
The van soared over bumps and the steady hum of the engine burned into my ears.
There was a sudden screech as I felt the van pulling to a stop. My heart raced as I felt myself being dragged out of the van and into someone's arms.
I heard a man's voice mutter something in Italian this time around as we began moving. The sounds of men filled my ears as we walked. I felt so fucking useless. The memories of when I had been taken by Àlvaro flashed through my head.
But I had a sinking feeling that this situation was much worse. I was taken for some sort of twisted revenge plan from Àlvaro's uncle and revenge is the most dangerous thing.
The world was suddenly in fast motion as I felt myself being thrown out of someone's arms and onto a hard concrete floor. I felt a sharp searing pain shoot through me and I groaned. The bag was suddenly ripped off my face and a bright light burned my eyes.
It was a small room, with four men surrounding me, their expressions blank and unreadable as they stared at me like a bug under a microscope.
My lips quivered as one man approached me and I instantly recognized him. Vincenzo. The smug fucker that took me away from Àlvaro. He was the reason Rizzo was lying dead somewhere.
He had this tan skin, his neck was etched in scars and he had dark animal eyes. His brown hair was sleeked back, his teeth pulled into a menacing grin as he stood by my side.
"Camilla, sweet girl. Welcome to my home."