Chapter 87 Àlvaro's Pov.
“That's some fucking joke, right?” Santiago was having a hard time believing my words. His face looked stunned just like mine when I found out about this fucked up situation. I still have a hard time believing it myself.
“I wish it was.” I sighed, getting into the car and waiting for him to do the same. Seconds later, he got on the seat next to me, turning to look at me.
“And you think your father is involved in this shit?”
“I don't think. I fucking know it. It's the kind of fucked up shit my father would do and besides, Camilla’s mother confirmed it.”
After my little talk with Marisol, I was left with more questions than answers. Answers she couldn't give me but she was smart enough to tell me everything she knew. But as far as I can tell, she needed answers as much as I did.
No matter how much I hated it, there was only one person that could provide the answers I needed.
Vincenzo.
I needed to know the reason why my father would do all of this.
“So what are we going to do now?” Santiago asked, looking extremely confused.
“We'll get our answers from that bastard.” I said quietly, speeding up, feeling how my foot was pushing the pedal with rage. “One way or another.”
I gripped the steering wheel hard imagining how I would've suffocated my father the same way if he had still been alive.
“You know you don't think straight when your angry, Àlvaro.” Santiago began, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. “Going to Vincenzo right now is fucked up and we don't even know what we might be getting ourselves into.”
I glared at him, piercing holes in his soul with my gaze. Right now, I was ready to kill anyone without blinking an eye and Santiago for sure was stepping on my wrong side.
We finally reached the place where I now know Vincenzo was hiding out. The building was surrounded by guards just like the first time I was here.
As soon as they saw us, they just nodded and opened the door for us like they were expecting me to be back.
I saw Vincenzo smiling at me and the blood pounded even harder in my veins. Santiago gave me a quick glance.
“Àlvaro! I was expecting you to come back. I see you brought your right hand man with you today but do I have to remind you that the both of you are no match for my men?”
“Shut the fuck up and tell your pathetic men to leave the room before I kill every one of them.” I saw his expression change after my words, catching him guard and his smile completely disappear from his face.
His guards quickly reached for their guns, but he quickly raised a hand stopping them and telling them to leave the room. I was clenching my jaw so hard I felt like it was going to break at any moment.
As soon as there was only me, him and Santiago in the room, Vincenzo glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. “What the fuck is this about? You should be thanking me for the information I brought you.” He said, making me even angrier. “You need to learn to control your fucking mood swings. It's beginning to get on my nerves.”
“You know more than you're letting on, aren't you?” I blurted out the question with anger in my voice, making him turn to look at me. “For once in your life, stop playing these silly games and tell me why the fuck my father did what he did.”
The tension between me and my uncle was rising, making the room extremely small for the three of us. Santiago just stood there behind me, not saying a word.
Vincenzo kept his silence, his gaze hard on me while putting his hands in front of his chest and leaning against his desk calmly.
“I already told you, Àlvaro. I don't know why your father—”
“Cut the fucking crap!” Within the blink of an eye, I took him by the collar of his expensive suit, hitting his body against the nearest wall. The anger was consuming my body and I was seeing pure black. I slammed his body jnto the wall, hearing him hiss from pain. “Talk or I swear it's gonna get fucking ugly in here.” My voice was dangerously low and cold, holding a threat.
“Your father doesn't do friends. He wanted control even over his friends. That was why he went berserk when Leonardo refused his offer. Honestly, I thought he killed Leonardo off but I was just as shocked when I found out he was still alive.”
“Oh yeah?” I laughed dryly.
“Let me go, Àlvaro.” He raised his voice at me, pushing me away from him, breathing heavily. “Leonardo is hell bent on destroying you since he can no longer get to your father and I can't wait to watch you and your precious empire go down in flames.”
I clenched my jaw and was about to strangle the badtsrd in front of me, consequences be damned when Santiago's phone rang.
He quickly picked it, putting it on speaker phone.
“Yes, Luca.” Santiago said in a hoarse withdrawn voice, his back turned to us. We've been so focused on Camilla that I've never really asked him how he felt about Chloe's death.
“I need backup at the mansion.” Luca hissed on the other side of the phone, drawing my attention. “They broke into the mansion. I've been shot. Hurry the fuck up.” There was a pain in his voice.
I immediately stood up straight, only one question in mind but Luca answered before I could ask.
“They took Camilla.” He hissed in pain over the phone. “They took her.”
And after that, the phone cut off.
Camilla’s Pov.
I felt a bright light pierce my eyes, causing me to slowly open them. It took me a few seconds to adjust my sight to my surroundings because everything appeared blurry, like I was drugged or drunk.
Panic gripped my whole body the moment the reality of my situation dawned on me. I knew it was only a matter of time before Vincenzo enacted his evil revenge plans with me again.
I was trapped in a big, luxuriously furnished room painted in cream white and to my right, I could see big windows with a beautiful view outside of a large garden full of flowers.
But then, it was unlike him to give me such a beautifully furnished room.
What the fuck is going on? Is this always the reality to dating a mafia boss?
My heart was pounding against my chest as I breathed heavily, walking around the room. I tried to leave the room and realized that it was locked.
Of course it was.
How silly was I to think that they'd place me in an unlocked room?
Memories of what happened slowly came flooding back to my mind.
Men, multiple men dressed in all black came bursting into the mansion with guns. I remember one of Àlvaro's men crying out loud in pain when they shot him. I remembered how loudly I screamed for Àlvaro before an arm wrapped around me, putting a towel over my mouth and then everything went black.
I don't know how long I was unconcious for which made my panic even bigger. I've had a lot of close calls with death but is this how I'm finally gonna die? What will these people do to me if Àlvaro can't get to me on time?
Just when I thought I was going to pass out again from all the stress and thoughts haunting my mind, the door unlocked and a woman dressed in black and white uniform stepped into the room.
She had brown chocolate short hair and a small body. She looked to be in her mid thirties. The unknown woman lifted her head, looking at me with her brown eyes as she placed her hands in front of her body.
“Come with me, miss.” She said in a soft voice. “He's expecting you.”
“No.” I snapped almost instantly, my heart about to stop any second.
I don't want to fucking die. And who the fuck was expecting me anyways?