Chapter 97 Camilla’s Pov.
“You will not die by my hands.” I shook my head, pulling away from him and I saw his eyes darkened even more.
“If I ever get out of here, I can't promise you that you won't die by my hands.” He mumbled, his eyes piercing my soul. “So you better do it first.”
The malice with which he spat out those words sent cold shivers through my whole body. I could see it in his eyes that he would keep those words if he was ever given the opportunity.
For the first time in a long time, I was truly afraid of him.
The temperature in the room dropped to zero in a split second. I was short of air and I felt like the walls were closing in on me.
I didn't say anything to his threat. I just nodded and left the room like a coward, never turning back to look at him. He never said a word to stop me but I could feel him watching me leave.
The guard gave me a straight look which I ignored before heading to my room, almost running on the way.
Running for my life.
Àlvaro's Pov.
Silence.
That's everything I get in this fucking room and it's driving me crazy, especially when a fucking hurricane was raging in my head, pushing me to my breaking point.
Hours felt like centuries chained to this fucking chair. My dark thoughts consumed me slowly. All I could see was black and to say that I was raging inside would be a misunderstanding.
Beaten and tortured with a knife but all the wounds inflicted on my body couldn't even compare to the pain I felt inside from Camilla’s betrayal.
It was a different kind of pain. A bitter pain that drowned out everything else I felt.
She played her cards well, I'll give her that. Fucked me just to let my guard down to easily betray me like a fucking pro. I admit that I never saw it coming. At least not from her.
I knew her father must've talked her into hating me but I still didn't allow myself to believe that she'd ever betray me like this. That was my fucking mistake.
Anthonio was right. She has been brainwashed even more than I thought.
I've never felt such a sharp pain and emptiness in my chest before.
I'm such a dumb idiot, forgetting about everything else when she's near me. My brain seemed to stop functioning properly and all I could think about was her. And when she's naked, it's game over.
I don't care if I die now, later or tomorrow. I knew it was going to happen eventually and let's be honest, I deserve it after all the bad things I've done in my life. I've taken many lives, it's only fair for someone to take mine. I knew it was going to be inevitable.
But what I do care about is that I was going to die betrayed by the one person who's ever made me feel something. The only person that made my heart start beating again only to end up tearing it to pieces.
I should've known better. I was such a fucking idiot, sleeping with my captive.
The creaking of the door and the presence of a stranger brought me out of my torturous thoughts.
When I looked up, I saw Leonardo's annoying face. He was looking at me with a cocky smile, probably enjoying the sight in front of him along with the multiple marks in my body made by his men.
“Àlvaro.” He said my name, dragging all the syllabus in his mouth. “We finally meet.”
“Not by choice.”
“Of course not.” He replied more quickly than necessary with an amused face as he pulled up a chair to sit across from me, probably wanting to enjoy my beaten face closer.
I stayed silent. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me in pain even though I was hurting like a motherfucker. He eyed me up and down, giving extra attention to my wounded face.
“You know, we could've skipped all these ugly parts if you were good enough to tell my people where Vincenzo is hiding.” He said, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “After all he and your father did, you're still willing to protect him with your life. I truly marvel your loyalty.”
I had already told his men about Vincenzo's last known location because I didn't give a shit if he lived or died. Frankly, I've wanted to even do the deed myself. It wasn't my fault that he was no longer there. Typical of him to always be on the run.
“You can go fuck yourself, Leonardo.” I said through gritted teeth and he nodded with a laugh. “I already told your men where to find him.”
“You see, Vincenzo wasn't at the location you mentioned and I can't help but think that you're hiding him. You know, if it was up to me, you'd be dead by now.” He muttered without a trace of sympathy in his voice. “But my daughter insists I keep you alive even after you kidnapped her and every other thing you did to her, including marking her as part of your mafia. Well, I agreed for business purposes of course.”
I leaned back, a cocky grin flashing on my face and I lifted a brow. “Did her opening her legs for me for business purposes too?” I laughed at him, rubbing the truth in his face.
I wanted to see his angry face. I wanted him to know that I've been fucking his precious daughter and she loved every second of it.
“Your daughter sure as hell loved screaming my name. You must be very proud, Leonardo.”
I saw him clenching his jaw and his eyes darken. Then in a split second, I heard a gunshot and felt a sharp pain in my leg. I let out a loud growl, seeing my right leg began to lose a lot of blood through the gaping wound.
This motherfucker fucking shot me.
Leonardo calmly put his gun away, not meeting my eyes in the process.
“I think you're more likeable when you're not talking.” He scolded, getting up from the chair while I slowly felt my leg go numb. “Just like your father. Too bad I didn't get the satisfaction of killing him myself.”
Before leaving the room, he turned to look at me once more while I mentally cursed him.
“I'll send a doctor in an hour. Consider your loyalty by then. I hope the pain spurs your choice.” He muttered, looking at the wound in my leg.
He then left the room, leaving me in agony as I watch my blood slowly drain from my leg, counting down my time.
Son of a bitch.