Chapter 89 Àlvaro's Pov.
“I think you need some rest.” I heard Santiago's voice from behind me but that didn't stop me from landing another punch. I could see my blood on the punching bag.
“Your hands are bleeding.”
“Your face will be the next thing bleeding if you don't shut the fuck up.”
But despite my words, I went to sit on the nearby bench, covered in sweat. When I looked down at my hands, the sight was ugly. Blood, lots of blood and bruises. That's what I deserve. Even more.
“I've hired some new people who will try to track down Camilla.” Just at the mention of her name, I felt rage enveloping my entire body. “She can't be that far away.”
“You're delusional.” I mumbled leaning back. “We won't find her.”
I've been trying and I failed.
I know she's somewhere she belongs. I know she's supposed to be there but I'm a greedy man and I need her here. I fucking need her here. She's my whole existence. I felt a big hole inside me and I don't like that shit. I feel weak. She makes me feel fucking weak and weakness is a poison that'll finish me sooner or later.
I was more than fine for twenty eight years without feeling anything. How did she do this to me?
“We're going to get her back, boss.” Santiago repeated and I just chuckled darkly, shaking my head, sweat falling from it.
“Get her back?” I shook my head. “We've tried all we can and it's nearly impossible to do that.” I mumbled as I stood up, grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off my face. “Maybe it's for the best.”
If it wasn't for my fucking father and the stupid things he did, I wouldn't have been in this dilemma but as always, he still manages to ruin my life in every possible way even from beyond the grave.
“It's not like you were planning to marry her anyways.” Santiago said. “Now you can fuck your whores in peace.”
Before I could contemplate what I was doing, I threw Santiago a punch right in the face just as I promised earlier.
“Shut the fuck up!” I snapped as I left the room.
How dare he?
She's haunting me, no matter how much I tried to push her out of my mind just so I could focus for even a second. Her touch, the feeling of her against me, her smell, her laugh, her eyes. Everything about her is still so fresh, so alive in my memory and it's killing me inside.
Camilla’s Pov.
It's ironic how fate just finds new ways to slap me across the face so hard just to see how much I can take. Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought I was, was all one big fat lie.
It's been two weeks since my conversation with Leonardo. Two weeks since I found out that my whole damn life until now has been one massive lie.
I remembered when Leonardo showed me evidences, pictures, documents, telling me the whole story of why he faked his death. My body and my mind couldn't take it. I cried like a baby, screaming in his face that he was a fucking liar and that my father was truly dead. I even fainted at a point.
For days, I refused to believe what I heard. I locked myself in a room with my haunting thoughts, not allowing anyone in the room. The more I thought about it, the more crazy I felt. My mind was having a field's day laughing at me for how stupid I was.
Even calling my mom felt like a chore because I was still so angry that everything I thought I knew about me, about my life was a fucking lie. How long was she waiting to tell me that I was adopted? Apparently just picked off the street by Àlvaro's father of all people?
This is some serious fucked up shit.
I don't know who I am or who I'm not. I don't know who I'm supposed to be. The people I thought were my parents for my whole damn existence weren't my parents and they knew it the whole fucking time and not one of them said a word to me especially my mum who spent the longest with me. Even after my father ‘died’ she still didn't think I deserved to know the truth. How about when I brought Àlvaro to the house?
Oh my God. I feel like such a fool.
I felt deep anger towards anyone that thought it was normal to do something like this to a person, to hide something integral about them. But despite what my ‘parents’ did, I think I hated the Castillos even more for the part they played in my father's disappearance.
The aggression I felt grew stronger with each passing day and with Àlvaro's father already dead, there was even more thirst to end the Castillo bloodline.
When Leonardo told me the whole story, I was crying so hard just like the day I thought I had lost my so-called father. I broke a few glasses on the wall, watching it crashing down in pieces like my life. I was going fucking crazy.
But nothing came close to the pain I felt in my chest that Àlvaro had also betrayed me. There was no way he didn't know about this. What if he already knew who I was on that fateful day at the club? What if he's trying to fulfill his father's wish? Now I knew why he didn't kill me despite what I saw. I knew why he recruited me into the mafia as one of them.
The same person I trusted with my body was playing this game all along behind my back. Well I guess it was my fault anyways, I was the one who had ventured so far into my emotions and abandoned myself to it despite how he treated me. Now I'm paying the price for that.
Deep down, I always knew Àlvaro was a trouble that couldn't be solved. He came off as a man incapable to feel but I was so fucking dump to think that because he was fucking me and said some nice things to me that he felt something towards me enough to tell me the truth.
Who knew how much he's been laughing at me behind my back all these while? I let him use me in any way he desired and I feel like the most stupid person in the whole fucking world to let my tears fall because of him. Tears he clearly doesn't deserve.
I should've known better. I trusted my kidnapper. How stupid could I be.
And so the seconds locked in this room turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours into days and days into weeks. All this time, all the pain I felt was slowly turning into hatred and an unquenchable thirst for revenge. To hell with this stupid mark on my wrist.
I burst into Leonard's office, catching him talking on the phone. I still can't get used to the thought of calling him dad and I don't think I will soon. It's too weird.
As soon as he saw me, he said something to the person on the other side of the phone and hung up, giving me his full attention with a welcoming smile. During these past two weeks, Leonardo didn't violate my personal space. He gave me time and space to figure it out on my own. The people in the house treated me like I was some royal princess.
“Teach me.” I said, causing him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. “Teach me everything.”
“What is this sudden interest?” He asked, leaning back on his chair but still couldn't hide the slight smile on his face. “When I offered a few days ago, you declined.”
“I want revenge.” I replied simply. “I want the Castillos to suffer for everything they did to me, to us.”
A wide proud grin appeared on his face, approving my words. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, nodding. He looked like a proud father.
“Now you're talking like a real Torres, my daughter. Let's finish the Castillos off and then we can reunite with your mum and brother and be a family once again.”