Chapter 8 Camilla’s Pov
A shiny reflection caught my gaze from the corner of my eye. I glanced at the shower head that looked like it could draw blood if I smashed it on a certain mafia boss's head.
I walked over to it, silently thanking God that I was wearing heels which made it easier for me to reach the shower head. I began pulling and yanking at the shower head but it wouldn't even budge.
I slid one of my heels off and began smacking off the metal.
I needed to have a weapon ready.
Ready for what, I don't exactly know but I knew I would need one.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The shower head suddenly broke off and I grinned. About time.
I clutched the shower head like my life depended on it because in a way, it did. I walked back into the room when suddenly, the door flew open.
Àlvaro stood, staring at me, his face contorted into a glare.
“The fuck you think you're doing?”
I held the metal in front of me as my legs shook at the intensity of his gaze. He started walking towards me when I didn't answer his question.
“Stop.” I said, brandishing my makeshift weapon.
He let out his usual humorless laugh. “Is this some kind of joke? You really think you gonna make it out of this? You fucking can't, chica.”
I felt panic rising deep in my throat as he took another step towards me. My eyes flashed to the glint of a pistol hanging out from the inside of his shirt.
In a second, his hands ripped the shower head away from me and he gripped my arm.
“Be careful, angelita, you're in a world of devils and you don't want to mess with one.”
I pulled on his grip and he yanked me out of the room, tugging me down the steps. I did know where he was taking me but one thing was certain, I was tired of being yanked up and down staircases.
I needed to escape. I thought I could handle it but there was no way I'd fit in this hellhole.
Every step we took, I felt like I was getting closer and closer to death.
God! I miss my mum.
I wonder if she knows I'm missing by now.
The second we turned a corner, I pulled out of his arms and ran.
Which would make it my second futile attempt at running away from mafia men.
I got caught but that part was pretty much obvious. I couldn't even walk up the stairs without tripping, how the fuck did I think I was gonna make it out of a gang house?
I heard him curse under his breath as he began chasing me. My legs were moving surprisingly fast as I turned up another corner. I turned back to see that he was nowhere in sight.
I was about to heave a sigh of relief when I slammed into two huge men.
Everything moved so fast. I was lifted up by one of the men who had a really strong body odour. His eyes were cold and cruel as he slammed me against the wall. My head throbbed as he pushed himself against me.
“What do we have here?” I felt his hand move under the thin fabric of my dress and work his way up my thigh. I whimpered and struggled in vain.
“Dimitri couldn't control his whore again?” His friend piped up and they both laughed like he just cracked a really funny joke.
Whore?!
I went ballistic. I started screaming and flailing my arms hysterically.
“Hold her.” The first man with the body odour said to his friend. “I'm sure I can give it to her better than Dimitri.” He started unbuckling his pants.
I started screaming even louder, refusing to cry. I was beginning to terribly regret my decision to escape.
“Shut her the fuck up.”
A hand slapped my mouth and I swallowed the stinging pain on my face.
I whimpered, letting out muffled screams all to no avail.
This is definitely not how I imagined losing my virginity!
At this point, I'd take help from even the devil himself!
Where the hell is Àlvaro when you fucking need him? Wasn't he just chasing behind me? Or was he allowing this to happen to me on purpose? Was it what they do around here?
I was at a loss with the many questions rolling around in my head. But just as the one with the body odour started sliding my panties down my legs, a loud bang interrupted and a gunshot was fired.
I screamed as body odour guy fell to the floor, blood gushing out of his mouth. The one holding me quickly let go and I fell to the floor amidst shame and tears.
I looked up and locked my teary gaze to Àlvaro. I saw a certain softness in his eyes but he was quick to cover it up as he glanced at the other man.
“Marcos, explain this situation.” His voice was cool, calm and calculating, betraying the rage he clearly felt.
I started shifting farther from the bloodied heap in front of me, cowering as I buried my head in my sleeve. The thought of being raped made me want to cower in fear and embarrassment.
“We w–were just going to have some fun with the whore, boss. I didn't know you had an interest in h—”
Bang.
I screamed as tears now flowed freely down my cheeks as I saw the body of Marcos fall to the ground with a quiet thud and I buried my face into my arms.
Why did I have to be so stubborn?
I just caused the death of two men and even though they clearly deserved it, I still felt guilty.
Àlvaro turned his attention back to me. My hands shook as I stole a glance at him but immediately I did so, I regretted it.
The eyes staring back at me was cold and emotionless.
One thing with him is that you can never truly know what he's thinking.
He glanced to my side and I followed his gaze to see Santiago standing there. He expertly avoided eye contact with me and just looked at Àlvaro.
“Get this shit taken care of.” He said, pointing at the bloodied mess on the ground, his voice sounding like a sharp knife was cutting through me. “See to it personally.” He growled before storming off.
I felt Santiago's hands grip my waist as he hoisted me up. My legs shook as we began to walk.
“Barely an hour you've been here and you already got two of our men killed. I knew you were going to be trouble.”
I bit down on my lip to control my sob. “I should've just let them rape me. So sorry.” I replied sarcastically.
He groaned and tightened his grip on me. He dragged me down the hall back to the room reserved for me. Two huge guards stood outside the door, their faces looked dead as they opened the door for us.
I swallowed down a whimper as Santiago pushed me in.