Chapter 84 Camilla’s Pov.
“I still don't get why we have to leave.”
Àlvaro's icy eyes flashed me an irritated glare. “Because you don't fucking listen, Camilla. Now, you made me threaten to kill Dmitri's family. I threatened to kill his kids just to get you back. You don't want to still be here when he attempts his revenge and trust me, he will.”
I crossed my arms in front of me. “I knew those were empty threats, right?” No way he'd kill two innocent kids because of me.
“That's the thing, chica. I'll do anything for you and that shit scares me.”
“But what about—”
“We're leaving Camilla and that's final. I'm still haunting Vincenzo. I can't have Dmitri on my back right now too.”
I was about to finish my earlier sentence when a knock came in at the door and one of his men walked in. “Hey boss. The jet just touched down. We have to leave.”
He was wearing a white Gucci collared shirt and a solid gold watch, his face freshly shaven.
Is it just me or does the universe set aside the most handsome and rich men for the mafia?
Because Àlvaro could literally pass for a God, dressed in a black Louis Vuitton dress shirt, a flashy Rolex watch on his wrist, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal the tattoos that snaked around his arms. The collar of his shirt was pulled down, showing off more tattoos around his neck.
“Great.” Àlvaro said, handing the man some of our luggage to take out. “You need to get dressed, Camilla. We're leaving in fifteen.”
I walked into the bathroom to change into my clothes and ran a comb through my hair, reminiscing on how I'd gone from being a college student to being kidnapped and subsequently becoming a part of the Spanish mafia and even falling in love with the boss. It's funny how you never know the direction which life can literally take you in the next second.
Suddenly, a string of curses came from outside the bathroom and I walked out to hear Àlvaro cursing his head off. The well dressed guard was back in the room and he didn't seem too thrilled either.
“Whst happened?” I asked, curiosity eating me up from the inside.
Àlvaro ran a hand through his hair. “The jet just got blown up. They fucking killed my pilot.”
Ohhh shitttt!
“How the fuck are we supposed to leave now? Oh my God. This is all my fault.”
Àlvaro glanced at me, said nothing before turning to the other man in the room, speaking to him in rapid Spanish and even though I was Spanish myself, I struggled to understand what they were saying.
Their conversation went on for about five minutes before Àlvaro finally turned to me. “What do you say, chica?” He asked casually.
“What do I say to what? I might be Spanish but not as deeply rooted as you are so you might want to repeat everything in English.”
Àlvaro sighed like someone exasperated. “We have a plan but it involves you seducing the security guard at the hanger gates.” Àlvaro glared at me, unsmiling.
I pressed my lips together but I couldn't help the explosion of laughter that erupted from my mouth. Tears sprung into my eyes as I laughed my ass off, not bothering to notice the two unsmiling men in front of me.
When I finally collected myself, I let out a breath. “Please, please, for the love of God, tell me that's a fucking joke.”
“No, chica. It's no joke. If you can seduce him long enough for us to get to the Russian jet, then we're good to go.” Àlvaro said.
“Why don't you just shoot him?”
Àlvaro sighed. “Because, chica, shooting him would cause a scene that I'm not exactly in the mood for. The airport alarms would go off and I'd much rather leave discreetly.”
The laughter was completely gone from my face now. He was dead serious. “Are you forgetting the part where we actually need a fucking pilot?”
Àlvaro shrugged. “You don't have to worry about that.”
I cocked my head to the side. “What are you going to do?” I asked.
Àlvaro's eyes iced over. “Don't worry about what I'm going to do. Just focus on yours because if you can't charm that guard long enough for us to sneak past, then we might as well be fucked.”
I brought us into this situation. I might as well play my part to make sure that we get out of it.
“I just don't feel comfortable flirting with another man—”
“Camilla. You're not gonna be fucking him for fucks sake. You're simply flirting with him. You don't even have to touch him if you play your cards right.”
There was something about his tone when he said those words that annoyed the shit out of him so I decided to taunt him.
“You know, I've always wanted to know what another dick fee—”
He slapped his hand over my mouth. “Don't. You. Dare. Finish. That. Sentence.”
I licked his hand, my eyes twitching mischievously.
Two can play!
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We stepped out of the car that was parked outside the gate to the private hanger. Dmitri's hanger to be exact.
“I looked like a cheap, dollar store hooker.” I murmured pouting at the ridiculous outfit I was supposed to wear for my role. The shirt barely covered my stomach and the Jean shorts were so damn tight and had so many damn holes.
Àlvaro kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear. “You might call yourself every other name but you're definitely not cheap and you're a whore for me alone.”
My cheeks flushed at his words.
“Remember chica, I'm not sending you out there to fuck him. You know I would never do that. You're just going to distract him and lead him over to where we told you.” Àlvaro continued speaking softly with his hand hot on the small of my back.
I nodded as I took in a deep breath before I stepped out from behind the car, trying to do my sexiest cat walks toward the guard that sat at the desk by the gate. I immediately noticed a short gun strapped to his belt.
Who would've thought that this was how my vacation to the Maldives would play out?
As I approached him, I noticed he was a man in his late thirties, with silver hair and creepy dark eyes.
“Hey there….uh…sweetheart.” I said awkwardly, attempting my best British English accent.
He stood up immediately and I noticed how his hand hovered above the gun strapped to his belt.
“Miss, you cannot be here.”
“I'm sorry. It's just…I'm supposed to be meeting my…uh..friend here, I think. ты можешь помочь?”
(Can you help?)
He slowly removed his hands from the gun, his eyes scanning over my very exposed body.
“A British woman who speaks Russian?” He grinned. “I might be able to help you find your friend..for a small price.” He licked his swollen lips.
I set my hands down on the table in front of him so he had a front roll view of an ample amount of my cleavage.
“And what price would that be, сэр?
(Sir?)
His smile grew as he eyed my boobs. “You help perform a little something for me…”
Hell would have to freeze over before I'd do something like that to you, you fucking pervert. I screamed in my head.
I was already sick and tired of this stupid silly game anyways.
“Actually sir, I'm here in the Maldives with the church of Jesus Christ and I was hoping you wouldn't mind filing out a quick survey for me and my nun sisters?”
His eyes went from horny to confused in seconds and before he could open his stupid little mouth, I took advantage of his confusion and grabbed the back of his head, slamming it forcefully into the desk, knocking the fucker out cold.
I skipped over to where Àlvaro said they'd meet me, with a proud smile on my face.
“Camilla, did you forget the plan?” Àlvaro asked, his eyes wide.
I crossed my arms. “Oh, you mean the plan where I was supposed to lead the guard over here so you guys could knock him out? Sorry, I believe I got ahead of myself and took care of the situation for you.” I reported proudly.
“You did what?” Àlvaro growled.
“We have to leave right now, boss.” The guard standing next to Àlvaro muttered.
Àlvaro nodded his head and grabbed my hand as we made our way into the hangar where there was a massive black jet and two guards standing in front of it.
“Allow me to do the honors, boss.”