Chapter 99 Camilla’s Pov.
This time, the guards in front of Àlvaro's room did not dare to challenge my decision to enter the room. Not that they could've stopped me even if they tried. I was willing to kill them and walk past their dead bodies because one way or the other, I was going to see Àlvaro.
Rosalia kept telling me I was crazy the whole time and maybe she was right. I felt crazy because I was willing to do anything just to see Àlvaro one more time.
Once I entered the room, I breathed a sigh of relief to see that Àlvaro wasn't tied to a crappy chair this time around. He had his own bed to lie on even though his hands were still cuffed.
Rosalia has always been a bold girl with a savage attitude. She's cocky, sharp, and fearless but somehow, as we walked into Àlvaro's room, I can feel all of that disappearing from her as she stared at him with complete horror written on her face. He looked up slowly, his tired eyes met mine and I almost fainted right there and then.
My gosh! The effect this man has on me.
I took a deep breath, trying to remember that Rosalia was here with me and I had to keep myself together. I nodded to myself before heading towards his bed but Rosalia remained in her place close to the door. A thousand thoughts ran through my head as I walked toward his bed, followed by his deadly gaze.
My heart jumped in my chest as I sat down on the bed, my body almost touching his wounded leg. Rosalia had a terrified look on her face while still holding everything I asked her to bring.
“I'm here to help you.” I said, almost as a whisper and he narrowed his eyes, studying my face. “Will you let me do it?”
He didn't say anything, just stared at me with a cold expressionless look as he moved his gaze from Rosalia to me. The seconds passed slowly and agonizingly and it was beginning to fuck with me.
I looked over at Rosalia and nodded my head. She swallowed hard as she handed me the small bowl of water in which I asked her to dissolve some medicine. She also gave me a small towel. Àlvaro watched my every move, his eyes untrusting.
With trembling hands, I dipped the towel into the bowl, letting the warm water meet my hot skin. I slowly pressed it to his leg and my heart felt like it was about to burst even though I wasn't exactly touching him. I was cleaning his wounds in complete silence hearing only his soft sighs of relief. He rested his head back on the headboard, his eyes closed and relaxed.
Àlvaro lets me wash his wounds and his face without resistance and I could see the relief in his face once I did it. My hands trembled at the feeling of his skin against mine as his eyes burned my face. I was red like a tomato the whole time.
“You're now so scared of me that you needed company, huh?” He muttered, loud enough for Rosalia to hear. I saw her scratching her arm awkwardly, blushing at Àlvaro's gaze on her.
I tried not to think about Rosalia's words from earlier. That wasn't why I was here. I'm here to help Àlvaro.
“If you don't talk, it will hurt less.” I said, still cleaning his face, trying to focus on anywhere but his eyes on me. I saw that despite the pain, he managed to put a cocky grin on his lips.
“I would hardly call this pain.” He muttered, his words hiding a deeper meaning but he kept it to himself.
“None of this would've happened if you had just given my father whatever he wanted.”
“Get your puppet out of the fucking room and maybe I'll give you just that.” He said in a low, cold voice, moving his gaze to Rosalia and she froze in place. She wasn't used to his sharp words directed at her.
“That's rude.” She exclaimed, making Àlvaro's grin even wider. “I'm not a puppet.”
“Whatever you say, redhead.” I tried to ignore the nickname he used on her as I clenched my jaw. I had a feeling he was doing this on purpose.
“I can't believe I ever said you were attractive when in reality, you're such a dick.” She muttered, more to herself but we both heard it and Àlvaro laughed, filling the room with the cold sound.
“Rosalia, go.” I said and she looked at me, confused. “I'll be with you in a bit.”
“But—”
“Enough.” I said in a higher tone, cutting her off and she shut her mouth. “Just go.”
She stayed silent looking between Àlvaro and I before sighing and finally leaving the room. I feel bad to admit that I was a little relieved now.
“Jealousy looks good on you.” He said smugly while I was still cleaning his wounds. The audacity.
“Oh please. I'm not jealous.” I said but my face gave me away. He knows it and I know it. I was an open book for him.
“Whatever makes you feel better, chica.” He said with a mocking tone and I took a deep breath, squeezing the towel into the small bowl before finally leaving it on the ground and turning to face him.
“You wanted her out.” I said sharply. “Now talk.”
“Bossy. I like that.”
“Àlvaro.” I said in an almost exhausted voice. I had no energy for games but looks like he was enjoying it.
His gaze lingered on my face as he slowly traveled down my body sending shivers down my spine before he looked to where my body was touching his leg. I held back my breath.
“You're sitting too close for someone who's afraid of me.” He muttered, his eyes still locked on where our bodies were touching.
“I'm not afraid of you.”
“You're lying.” He mumbled. “You're scared.” My body tensed up just staring at him.
“You're afraid that if my hands weren't tied behind my back right now, I'd do something very very bad to you.” I blinked several times, accepting the truth from the devil in front of me.
I quickly hid my emotions, shaking my head. It was getting hard to breathe being this close to him. I stayed silent and so did he. We both knew it was true. I was afraid of him but I was still scared of him.
“I'm sorry for everything they did to you.” I whispered after a few seconds of silence. My gaze was locked on the ground as I refused to meet his gaze. “If I knew—”
“What?” He cut me off in a cold voice. “You were going to change your mind about what you did?” He laughed. “Cut the bullshit, Camilla.”
I decide to remain silent, staring at the ground while he stared at me.
I hate how weak and small I feel near him.
Minutes passed before he spoke again. “I had no part in what my father did. In fact I knew just days before you did.” He muttered, repeating his words from the night at the hotel.
I didn't believe him then. I didn't want to believe him but just like then, I still don't see a drop of uncertainty in his eyes or on his face.
He wants me to see that he's telling the truth.
“Vincenzo brought the information to me few days before your father took you from us.” He muttered in a cold voice, clenching his jaw. “I even traveled over to Spain to see your mum. She told me everything, confirming what my uncle said.”
His words left me stunned. I never knew he had a conversation with my mother. But then, there's no logical reason why Vincenzo would have a meeting with Àlvaro without ending his life.
“Now your father is trying to make you believe that I have something to do with Vincenzo's disappearance?” He laughed through the pain. “You know how much I want to end that motherfucker's life.”
“Why would my father believe you're involved if you're not?” I snapped back, not wanting to believe him against my father.
“To get what he wants.” He nodded with a straight look. “My loyalty and my empire.”
“You're lying.” I said and he laughed again, shaking his head.
“Why would I lie to you.” He raised his eyebrows. “Ask your father.” I stood up, moving away from the bed a little. Breathing seemed hard at that moment.
“I knew it was a mistake to come here.” I shook my head, regretting everything.
“Probably yes.” He agreed. “But you're still here.” His lips formed into a big grin.
“Fuck you.” I spat and he laughed, obviously enjoying this.
“I'm sure you'd love to.” He nodded in agreement and my breath hitched. “Tell me chica, would you let me fuck you with all the anger built inside me? Would you let me destroy that sweet little pussy the same way you destroyed me when you chose to betray me?”
His vulgar words took me by surprise. My heart was pounding hard against my chest and my pussy was throbbing with need for him and I hated myself for that. I hated myself because I would let him do whatever he wanted with me.
Even now. Even here. Even after everything.
“Àlvaro, stop please.” I said, almost crying. It was getting too much for me, followed by his intense gaze.
“Stop what? Telling you the fucking truth? That you're a traitor?” He raised his brows with anger written on his face. “While the thought of ever betraying you has never even crossed my damn mind even when I didn't think I felt something for you.”
His words made me feel guilty. Guilt consumed my whole soul, not knowing what was real and what was not anymore. But when I looked at him, I knew he was right. In a way, I did betray him. All the scars on his face, the wound on his leg, his bruised body, the beating, everything was because of me and my silly thirst for revenge.