Chapter 82 Àlvaro's Pov.
The buzzing of my phone woke me up the next morning and I sighed at the reality wakeup call. Even though I left Santiago in charge of the operations back in Miami, it was still unrealistic to think that I could go on a vacation and not have situations to deal with.
I glanced at my phone where a text from an unknown number came in.
I heard you arrived in the Maldives, Àlvaro. Meet me at the south Harbour in thirty minutes. Come alone.
My heart skipped a beat as there was only one person I could think of off the back of my mind that would send such a message.
How the fuck does he know I arrived here?
“Fuck!” I muttered.
Camilla roused from her sleep, glancing at me in confusion.
“What's wrong?” She asked innocently.
“I have to go do something. I'll be gone for a little while.” I paused, running a hand through my hair. “You have to stay here.”
“Is everything okay?” She asked, her brows knitted in confusion.
“Of course. Just a little business I need to take care of.” I said, feigning a smile. The last thing I wanted was for her to worry about Vincenzo on our vacation.
Her brows furrowed as she nodded slowly, fear and confusion dripped through her eyes. I pressed my lips to her forehead as I got up and changed into a white dress shirt and while Camilla looked away for a second, I shoved two .9mm handguns into my dress pants.
Thankfully, I brought some bodyguards along with me from Miami. I didn't want Camilla thinking that we were in any danger but I wasn't leaving anything to chance.
I kissed her goodbye before making my way outside the house.
The four bodyguards were already waiting outside with the car and driver.
“Stay with Camilla but make sure to stay hidden.” I ordered them as I got into the car.
There was only one thing running through my head because I knew how impulsive Camilla can be.
Please stay inside, baby.
Camilla’s Pov.
I'm in fucking Maldives! There's no way in hell I'm staying inside instead of exploring this beautiful island.
I got up, dressed into a blue spaghetti strap romper, leaving my hair to cascade freely down my back. A glint in the room caught my eyes and I turned to see a gun sitting on the side table. Àlvaro must've left it there for my protection. I grabbed it, shoving it into my purse. You never can tell when it might come in handy. I glanced outside the windows with a view of the ocean and saw a bunch of cute little canoes strapped to the dock.
I walked out through the back door, strolling down the beach as I came across another part of the island about half a mile from the house.
I smiled as I took in the beautiful surroundings of the town. There were beautiful churches and cute little souvenir shops. I walked into a little shop with palm trees surrounding the outside. There were a few people inside the shop with some cute little outfits on display.
‘Excuse me?” I called the tiny tan girl working the register. “Can I try on this outfit?” I held up a red dress with a sexy slit up the sides. The girl smiled and led me up to a changing room. I slid on the dress and walked outside the changing room to look at the mirror.
Then I heard a voice behind me.
“You look beautiful, mademoiselle.”
Oh shit. A French dude.
I turned around to see a tall brunette man with a strong jaw and emerald eyes.
“Uh, thank you.” I nodded politely.
“I'm Enrique.” He grinned charmingly, holding out his hand.
“I'm Camilla.”
I shook his hand awkwardly. I wasn't actually planning on having a conversation with anyone other than Àlvaro on this trip.
“Are you here on vacation? I haven't seen you around here before.”
I nodded. He seemed nice enough. I didn't get any creepy stalker vibes like I would normally get which was good.
“So how do you like the Maldives?” He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.
“It's Breathtaking.”
He smiled. “Do you want to grab a cup of coffee or something?”
Deep down, I knew Àlvaro would fucking kill me but I found myself nodding “yes.”
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After purchasing the dress I was wearing with my own personalized credit card that Àlvaro gave to me to further prove that I was no longer a prisoner, we made our way next door to a coffee shop and sat down with our coffees.
“So,” He smiled. “Who are you here with? Because I don't want to believe that a pretty girl like you is on a vacation all by herself.”
“I'm here with my boyfriend, actually.” I replied quickly.
His smile faded slightly. “Boyfriend? Really? I didn't know you guys were dating.”
I frowned. “Excuse me?”
He shifted in his seat. “Oh pardon me, I was just muttering to myself.” His head cocked to the side. “What's his name?”
I paused. I didn't know the guy. I didn't know if telling him Àlvaro's name was a good idea but the guy seemed fairly harmless. Still, I wasn't dumb enough to fully trust someone based on a first impression.
“Richard.” I lied.
He frowned slightly. “Really? That seemed like a very…. bland name for someone as exotic as you are.”
Okay…is it just me or is this getting weird?
“We're both very happy, thank you very much.”
His green eyes glinted. “I meant no offense. So what does Richard do for a living?”
I took a sip of my coffee. “He's a business man. Owns a couple of nightclubs and he works in sales too.”
“Interesting…”
“So..” I started, making an attempt to take the topic off of Àlvaro. “What do you do for a living?”
“What's Richard's last name?” He completely ignored my question and suddenly, his ‘nice guy’ vibes were turning dark.
“Okay, well, this was nice but I have to go now. Richard's expecting me.”
I made a move to get up but Enrique's hand flew up, pinning my hand to the table.
“Listen bitch. I fucking hate liars so you're going to sit back here and tell me everything you know about Àlvaro Castillo.” His face turned evil, his green eyes went dark as he held my arm down tightly.
Panic flowed through me and with my free hand, I reached into my purse and pulled out the gun, holding it under the table and I cocked it. Enrique's face was fucking priceless when he heard the gun cock.
“Okay fuckhead. Don not fucking touch me. Now, what's going to happen is that I'm going to leave and you're going to sit back here like the mentally challenged dickhead that you are. Whoever you are.”
“Listen to me you little bitch. You have no idea who you're talking to because if you do, you'll be smart enough to sit back down and put that fucking gun away.”
“Well, I guess it's a good thing I have no idea who you are. Shithead.”
I got up, tucked the gun under my arm and walked away briskly. I heard him yell after me but I didn't care. As soon as I walked out of the coffee shop, I took off, sprinting away.
I ran down the streets, thankful for the slits in my newly acquired dress that made running easier. I noticed immediately that a black suv was following me so I decided to take off into the woods.
As I ran, I pulled out my phone and groaned when I saw that I had fifteen missed calls from Àlvaro. I dialed his number and he picked up on the first ring.
“Camilla! Where the fuck are you?”