Chapter 83 Camilla’s Pov.
I was breathing heavily as I ran. “I–I wanted to go exploring but then, there was this guy asking all kinds of question and I pulled a gun on him and—”
“You what?!” He roared. “Camilla, where are you?”
“I'm trying to get back to the house but there's this car following me and I don't kn—”
Gunshots erupted around me and I screamed, pulling out my gun for some form of protection.
“Àlvaro! They're shooting at me.”
The line went dead and I screamed when I saw that it was as a result of no cell reception.
This time, they were men running behind me. They made a show of shooting near me but not at me which meant that they could easily kill me if they wanted to.
Without thinking, I fired off some shots behind me screaming like a psychopath as I ran.
I managed to run out of the woods into an open road. I knew I was close to the house. I was practically less than a mile away.
My breathing was frantic and my relief was short-lived because as soon as I stepped out into the road, the black suv pulled out in front of me and I doubled back.
The men were now behind me, guns drawn and I was totally blocked. The door to the suv opened and Enrique stepped out, along with two other massive sized men.
“Miss Torres, will you please step inside the car?”
Suddenly, one of the men snatched my gun away from me and I glared at him.
“Give that back!” I stated sharply, still glaring at the men that surrounded me.
“No, mademoiselle. You were shooting at my men, remember? We can't possibly give that back. I'm sure you'll understand.”
I rolled my eyes. “That's because your men were shooting at me too.”
God! I really do have the worst fucking luck. This has got to be the fourth time I've been fucking taken against my will.
“What the fuck do you want with me? And how the fuck do you know who I am?”
Enrique smiled creepily. “My boss needs Àlvaro to behave and what better way to get him to do so than by leveraging you? I heard it works like a charm.” He grinned again and I glared at him. “We'll set up a meeting with him later but for now, my boss would like to meet you.”
“Fuck you and your boss.”
Enrique looked slightly taken aback. “You really have a mouth on that pretty little head of yours. If not for my boss, I'd put that mouth of yours to good use right now.”
I didn't even hesitate blurting out the next words that came out of my mouth. “Put my mouth to good use with that shrimpy little French penis you have?”
I saw a vein bulging on his forehead. “I'm just going to pretend that I didn't hear that, mademoiselle.”
Soon, the car pulled outside a big white mansion, with columns and balconies.
I've been through this kind of ordeal so many times that it doesn't phase me anymore. All I wanted was to go back to our cute little beach front house and be with my boyfriend. Is that too much to ask?
Enrique pulled me out of the car, his grip tight on my biceps as we walked inside the massive compound and up the stairs. There were guards everywhere and even though I was already used to a lot of guards always around, it was kinda annoying the way these ones were staring at me.
“Welcome, Ms Torres. My name is Dmitri.” An incredibly tall man approached us. I noticed he had some Russian mafia insignia wrapped around his arms and neck. I recognized these insignias from my time as a prisoner under Vincenzo and that was the moment my panic and suspicion started to rise.
The man had slicked back bleach blonde hair and dark eyes. He wore an expensive looking white suit that was impeccably tailored and a solid gold watch on his wrist.
“So you're the famous Spanish princess.” He eyed me like he was trying to place me. “I wouldn't say it's a pleasure to meet you though.” He muttered.
I rolled my eyes. “Because you dickheads kidnapped me.”
I was surprised when he chuckled. “Well, it would've turned out a lot friendlier if you had not gone full on Usain Bolt on Enrique here. Although, I heard you had the balls to fire at my men.”
“Well, they shot at me first.”
He chuckled humorlessly before clearing his throat. “Well, I'm sure you're wondering why you're here.” He grinned as he started walking inside, expecting me to follow him but I stood my ground. When he realised that I refused to follow him, he walked back to me with that smug smile still on his motherfucking face. “It's no secret how Àlvaro ended Sergei's life and his empire. Word on the street is that he went berserk because of you. You see, that works well for me because I plan to take Sergei's place as head of the Russian mafia empire and I want to get in business with Àlvaro. I just need you to make sure he agrees to my terms as the little lucky charm that you are.” He winked.
But even as he talked, there was only one question in my head. “So you're not working for Vincenzo?”
“Vincenzo? Who the fuck is that and why would I be working for him?”
Relief swept through me at the thought that this was a lesser evil. “Oh, I meant to sa—”
“WHERE THE FUCK IS CAMILLA?!”
Ah, my knight in shining amour.
I turned around to see a furious Àlvaro barging up the steps, an AK-47 draped in his arms. Two men stood next to him with their guns also drawn.
Dmitri's guards stopped Àlvaro, pointing their rifles at him as he attempted to get in the house.
“Àlvaro! This is a non violent interaction!” Dmitri screamed, motioning for his guards to lower their weapons.
“You dared to touch what belongs to me? I'll fucking skin you alive you cocksucker.” Àlvaro growled, slightly lowering his weapon as he walked inside.
Àlvaro made an attempt to get to me when Enrique pulled me back, his arms holding me tightly.
“Now now, not so fast Àlvaro. Before you and Camilla celebrate your reunion, we must discuss terms.” Dmitri said in a cool and calculated voice.
Enrique started pulling me towards a sitting room so I bit him.
“Ah! Fuck!” He groaned but still maintained his tight grip on me. Shit.
Dmitri's guards surrounded us.
“Àlvaro, I'm here to take over the Russian mafia empire and I need to be in business with you to further my narcotic dealing and go unnoticed with the help of your friends in law enforcement. There's no reason why my relationship with you has to be like that of Sergei. But then, I hope you'd be more open to my ideas, that's why I have Camilla here. Oh! Lest I forget, sorry I didn't show up to the meeting I scheduled. As you can probably already tell, it was all part of my grand plan.” He smiled.
Àlvaro stared at Dmitri, his eyes were like daggers. “Well, Dmitri, it's quite unrealistic that you'd think I'd give my influences to your organization. And if you know the way the relationship between I and Sergei ended, you wouldn't be right here spewing rubbish.”
Dmitri's composure turned hard. “Unfortunately for you, if you do not comply, then Camilla will continue to stay here. She'll not be harmed in any way if you comply but if you do not, let's just say I cannot ensure her well-being and safety here.”
Àlvaro's eyes turned cold. “Are you threatening me Dimitri?”
“Yes, Mr Castillo. I am. That's the consequences of having something to care about in this world. You should've known better. Loving anything or anyone will run your organization to the ground or didn't your father teach you that?”
I was expecting Àlvaro to go all berserk on him but I was surprised when his lips lifted in a smug smile. “Fortunately for me, I have the best of both worlds. I have someone to care about as well as running the most powerful mafia empire in all of Spain and Miami. And I'm happy to say that while we've been talking, my men have discreetly surrounded this house and one of them is at your front door with your two children at gunpoint. The guards at your front gate are dead and the remaining guards as well as your children will probably die too if you do not give Camilla back to me and leave me the fuck alone. I have no issues with killing children Dmitri, especially if they're yours. Don't test me.”
Dmitri's eyes went wide as he quickly reached for his phone and made a short call. His hands shook with fury and confusion as he glared at Àlvaro, probably wondering how he knew about his kids.
Àlvaro was smug as he stood up and Enrique made no further effort to hold me back as I reached for Àlvaro's hand.
“Let's go, Camilla.”