Chapter 66 Àlvaro's Pov.
I bolted up the stairs knocking down the door I was certain I heard the scream come from. I saw a door on the other side of the room closing immediately I entered. I had no doubt it was Vincenzo escaping and Camilla’s scream confirmed it.
“He went there!”
But there was no way to go after him because his men retaliated almost immediately, firing rapid sounds as I dove behind a desk.
Pieces of debris and wood flew across the room as I glanced up, watching as Camilla fell back on the bed, unconcious.
Please God! I hope she didn't get hit.
I heard Santiago yell from behind me as I raised my AR-15 rifle and released a thousand rounds on these worthless motherfuckers.
Blood splattered across the room and in a matter of seconds, they were all dead.
I cursed under my breath as I ran over to the bed, taking Camilla into my arms and surprised to realise that I was holding back tears for the first time in my life.
I held her tightly to me, my hands shaking as I cradled her in my arms. The stress and trauma of the past few weeks must've rendered her unconscious because there was no bullet wound on her body from the quick inspection I did.
I jerked when her eyes suddenly flew open and was even more shocked to see her with a gun. What the fuck?
I quickly moved away from her, scared that she meant to shoot me but she wasn't pointing the gun at me. Rather, she was pointing it at someone behind me.
A blonde lady, holding a hand gun too and pointing it directly at Camilla.
“You fucking cunt!” The blonde screamed as the gun shook in her hands. “I told him that dirty pussy of yours would only bring him more trouble but he wouldn't listen. Instead, he forced me to make you up for his pleasure. You worthless slut! Vincenzo is mine and I'm going to fucking kill y—”
Bang.
The gunshot erupted from Camilla’s pistol as she collapsed in my arms, completely exhausted.
My girl….
I was glad she remembered the rule; never think, just shoot.
The blonde's mistake was talking too much and I was ready to shoot her square in the face the moment I heard the name Vincenzo topple from her lips if Camilla hadn't beat me to it.
I cradled her in my arms like she was the only good thing I had left in this world because indeed, she is.
I'll deal with Vincenzo later.
For now, I had her back.
And I had no intention of ever letting her go.
I flicked my gaze across her face, inspecting the cuts and bruises that was no longer protected by the ruined makeup. It makes my stomach churn knowing she went through Vincenzo's abuse but being able to hold her in my arms and look at her I all I've thought about in the past weeks. I thought I might never get to see or hold her again.
I always knew there was bad blood between me and my uncle but I never knew it ran this deep. He's definitely going to get what's coming to him. He cannot do this to Camilla and go scot free.
I gently grazed my thumb along her cheekbones, wiping away her tears without irritating her wounds. “Are you okay, chica?”
Camilla nods and then sniffles. “Yeah.” Her voice wobbling. “That bitch deserved to die.”
“I don't give a fuck about her, baby.” I said, meaning every word. “If you hadn't done it, I would've.” I said as he upper lip twitched in a forced smile.
“H–how did you find me?”
“We found our ways.” I whispered. “I definitely wasn't going to give up until we found you. I was so fucking worried about you, chica. I'm sorry. I'm so damn sorry. All this happened because of me.”
She cupped my hand that's around her cheeks and fresh tears sprout from her eyes endlessly but she remained quiet. “Thank you.” She finally murmured through a heavy breath.
I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed the top of her head, cupping the nape of her neck with my fingers gently. “I'm so glad that you're safe.” I whispered into her hair, ignoring the lump in my throat and the heaviness in my chest. “I promise to never let that bastard come near you ever again. He'd have to go through me first.”
Her body vibrates as she released a loud cry and I held her tight, never wanting to let go. “Take me away from this place. Please I need to leave here.”
My lips pressed to her forehead again and I nodded. “Okay.” I whispered. After a few moments, I finally released her and turned to see a couple of my men watching me with different shocked expressions on their faces.
Well, who would blame them?
I'm shocked too by what I feel for this lady right here.
“Call up the doctors and send them to the house immediately.” I said to Santiago who nodded and began typing on his phone immediately.
I carried her bridal style out of the room and whispered in her ear. “Let's go home.”
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As soon as we got back to the house, the doctor was already waiting. Camilla is checked over and given the all clear. She just needed rest and painkillers for her injuries but she was going to be fine. I was so relieved that bastard didn't go through with his plan of raping her.
I've never being more thankful to be right on time ever in my life.
“Sleep.” She murmured drowsily and I nod.
I took her in my arms and take her upstairs to my room. I pulled off the blanket slowly, watching her neutral expression. I glanced down at the ripped and dirty white gown she was wearing and my brows pressed into a frown. “Can I take these off?” I gestured as her dress. “And put you into some clean clothes?”
With everything she's gone through, I knew I had to tread carefully.
Camilla nodded, exhaustion written over her face. I grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms of mine before peeling her clothes gently off her. I slid her into my oversized, yet comfortable clothes. Then I tucked her beneath my dark grey sheets and she melted into my mattress and pillow.
I perched on the edge of the bed and stroked back her hair gently, her eyes already falling close. “You need to eat something chica. Let me grab you some water and something to eat.”
“Okay.” She whispered, opening her eyes to look at me. “Thank you.”
I don't know if she should be the one thanking me or I should be the one thanking her.
“Do you need anything else?” I asked as I cupped her chin.
Camilla paused and then looked back at me with wide eyes. “Rizzo!” She pants. “He died.”
I exhaled a quiet breath as I shuffled closer. “I know, chica.”
“He died protecting me. He didn't want to go for a walk but I made him. He died because of me.” She cried, fresh tears falling down her cheeks.
“He was just doing his job and none of it was your fault.”
Those devastated eyes turned to find mine and the pain behind them has me struggling to breath. “What about Chloe?” She suddenly asked, wide eyed too.
“Chloe is just fine.” I replied and that answer seemed to calm her down a bit. “Now, you need to get some sleep.” I whispered and then pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Camilla’s eyes didn't close. She continued to watch me when I pulled away. I sighed gently and stroked her cheek with my thumb. My body leaned forward again to kiss her forehead before I stood up.
I walked to my door and as I stepped out to exit, I paused. Then I turned around to find Camilla’s eyes still on mine. I sucked down a breath and my heart is pierced.
I licked my bottom lip as I took her in. Camilla in my bed.
The realization that I wanted this to be a regular occurrence hit me so fiercely that I almost doubled over. Her head raised a moment as she looked at me, those injuries making my chest cave in.
I'm not used to these feelings.
I don't understand them and I don't like what I don't understand.