Chapter 7 Camilla’s Pov
Santiago leaned forward and his face came closer to me. “Did you understand everything that we have been saying? Do you speak Spanish?”
The gig is up.
There was absolutely no way for me out of this now.
“I….uh….”
“Habla usted Español?” (Do you speak Spanish?) He repeated the question, this time in Spanish.
My lip quivered and I nodded. I heard him curse under his breath and he became more alert.
“Which gang are you working for? How much were you paid to infiltrate us? You're a spy right? Answer me!”
I shook my head continuously at the change in his tone. “No, no, no. I swear I don't know what you're talking about.”
“I'll be the first to slit your fucking throat if I ever find out that you're a spy. Trust me, I'll be doing Àlvaro a favour.”
I let out a frightened sob and lowered my head.
“I should've known. You certainly don't look like a Canadian.” He muttered. “You don't even talk like one. Work on your accent. And stop fucking crying. It's annoying as hell.”
I nodded my head and set my jaw to keep it from quivering.
Soon after, the car skidded to a halt and the doors flew open.
Santiago turned to look at me. It was almost like an understanding fell between us. He knows my secret but the look he gave me told me that he wasn't going to say anything.
Men surrounded the car and pulled me out. My heels hit the concrete and I felt myself stumble back.
I hit something hard, like a fucking wall and my heels slipped out from under me. I fell to the ground and stiffened when I looked at the object of my collision.
Not a wall. A man.
My hands shook as I looked into the familiar eyes of the man I now knew to be Àlvaro Castillo.
Àlvaro's Pov.
Her body collided with mine once again, this time, she seemed lighter for someone carrying that much fire and defiance in her eyes.
For a second, she just stared and I did the same. She knew who I was now. I could see it in the way she stiffened. Someone must've told her.
Good.
Now that she knew who I was, fear would come next. Fear was exactly what I needed from everyone, but especially from her.
I didn't reach for her. I didn't offer a hand or a smirk or even a word. I just looked down at her, as the men around us stood still, waiting for an order.
“Get up.” I said coolly, as I took a step back.
I watched as she struggled to stand up but neither me nor any of my men offered any assistance. I noticed the way her hand shook out of fear but she quickly hid them behind her.
I motioned to two of my men and they rushed forward, gripping her by the arms. But even as they did, she didn't cower under my gaze. She didn't even break eye contact.
Fucking brave. Or fucking stupid.
The heavy clouds above casted a gray shadow over the compound. Behind her, the black SUV doors were still open and Santiago stepped out with his usual blank expression. I noticed the way his eyes darted towards her, then to me, then quickly away.
Strange.
He knew something I didn't.
I turned and started walking towards the entrance of the main building, knowing she'd be dragged behind me. The sound of her heels on the ground was unsteady. She stumbled more than once.
But she didn't utter any word of complaint.
I admired that, in some twisted way. It would've been easier if she screamed or begged. Most people did. But she kept her chin lifted defiantly.
I stopped once we reached the doors and turned to face her.
“Now, this is how it's going to work.” I said, flatly. “You don't speak unless you're spoken to. You don't touch anything unless I tell you to. And if you try to escape, I'll not hesitate to bury your body myself.”
I noticed the glimmer of fear that crossed her features for a second but she still didn't blink. She just continued staring back at me, jaws clenched.
There was this renewed defiance in her that wasn't quite there earlier, at least not while my fingers were deep in her. Thinking about that moment stirred my loins.
I nodded to the men standing on either side of her. “Take her to the south room. Lock it. And there must be someone at her door at all times.”
One of the men hesitated. “The south wing is used for—”
“I'm aware.” I cut him off. “She's not a guest.”
He flinched and gave a sharp nod before pulling her away.
I stood there a moment longer, watching her go, watching how she kept looking over her shoulder, not at the room she was being led to, but at me.
There was something about her gaze that seemed to be calling my name.
Camilla’s Pov.
“Let her go. I'll take it from here.” The two men gripping my arm immediately let go and sauntered off as Santiago stood beside me.
He must have a bit of power too here if they obey his commands so swiftly.
Earlier, I felt the need to cower under Àlvaro's gaze but I wouldn't. I wouldn't show him that I was weak anymore. That was why he could so easily take over my body.
I promised myself that I would make his life a living hell and he seemed like the kind of guy to take pleasure from another's fear.
I would know.
Santiago grabbed my arm and continued leading me away silently. He pulled me down a hallway and I slowly began to feel the familiar dread that I had tried to overcome.
What exactly was Àlvaro's plan for me?
I opened my mouth to say something but I didn't know what to say.
“You should tell Àlvaro.” Santiago finally said.
“Tell him what?” Just the mention of his name made me tremble.
“That you're Spanish. Better tell him now before he finds out. And trust me, he will find out.” He pulled me through a side door that led to a confined staircase.
“Why do I have to tell him?”
He tugged sharply on the hem of my dress, motioning for me to move up the stairs but I'm obviously allergic to gravity or some shit because I tripped. Again.
“What the fuck is your problem?” He cursed.
“These fucking heels.” I groaned as I tried to pull them off me. I didn't understand why I had to dress up for nothing.
“Dumb fucking bitch.” He groaned as he yanked me up into his arms, racing up the stairs like I weighed nothing more than paper.
“Don't call me that.” I hissed.
I groaned as he suddenly put me down on the ground of the next floor, dragging me down the carpeted halls.
“You should tell him, because if you don't, he'll definitely find out and trust me, he'll kill you.” He said icily. “I don't care if you die but I care if you waste Àlvaro's time.”
He took a key from his pocket and clicked open a door, pushing me inside as he slammed the door behind me.
I felt the tears build up in my eyes but I knew that this was my life now. I tried blinking the burning tears away, still shaken up.
The room was very small. Just a bed, closet and a bathroom.
I swallowed a breath as I walked into the bathroom. I know what I need to do now.
I'll make his life hell.