Sleeping Beauty II
Camila's POV
It isn't until I make a few rounds in search for Marco that I find him positioned near Alejandro and the three men who I was avoiding all night.
Sucking it up, I start to discreetly make my way towards Marco making sure to walk in between other guests, out of their sight.
And when I successfully maneuver past their little circle I let out a sigh of relief. One that gets stuck in my throat the second I feel a bad grip my upper arm and drag me right back towards them.
I look up, blinking back my surprise once I realize face tattoo is pulling me right into their conversation and my heart starts hammering in fear, at the way the man is starring at me like I'm the key to all his problems.
The next thing I knew he's yanking me forward into his side, his hold on my arm still firm. My eyes instantly snap to Alejandro who doesn't look fazed at all whereas Marco who's off fo the side steps forward only to stop once Alejandro spares him a warning glance.
Meanwhile he doesn't even acknowledge me. Fear and panic creep up but I force myself to play it off once the man's sinister smile moves to me.
"I don't think a woman's ever captured my attention quite like you have, Bunny." He says. His Russian accent thick and hostile and my back automatically straightens at the dangerous glint in his eyes.
He didn't just pull me in here because he thought I was beautiful.
I muster up a smile. "Why, thank you, Sir. That's very kind of you." I mutter timidly, looking down to the ground shyly.
When all else fails, acting like a docile little mess always gets me a lot farther than being a bitch. It was much easier for men to let their guards down around a 'sweet little thing' than a hysterical bitch.
The man pulls me closer and wraps an arm around my shoulder tucking me into his side. He reeks of cheap perfume and alcohol and I hold my breath desperately looking towards Alejandro who still doesn't look at me.
Instead he busies himself with lighting a cigar without a single care in the world. As though my current situation was nothing to him.
My heart drops but before I can let my emotions come in the way, my mind kicks in.
Although everything about his demeanour tells me he couldn't care less, the subtle signs in his body language tell me he's still on high alert.
The way his shoulders are slightly tensed, like he's ready to step forward in my direction any second. Or the way his gaze flickers between the space beside my feet and the door, like he's calculating how far I would have to run.
He's acting unbothered, like he doesn't know me when he's really only looking out for me, and soemthing about his behaviour invokes the way I react to the man's questions.
"What is your name, pretty girl?" He smiles, moving down to bury his nose into my hair and inhale.
Is this man... Smelling me?
I swallow thickly. "Ila." It was dangerous to lie in case he knew who I was but, this way I was playing it safe.
Ila was derived from Camila. It was different enough to be mistaken for another name yet simple enough to be played off as a nickname if they actually knew my name. Something that was believable since he had already deemed me as a docile little clueless girl.
And when Alejandro's gaze shifts to me for a millisecond, I catch the approval in his eyes telling me I did the right thing.
Alejandro was being extremely cautious, meaning this man was dangerous.
With a sigh and roll of his eyes, Alejandro's firm voice fills the space. "Leave my guests alone, Viktor. Why don't we head into my office and drop this nonsense." He says, throwing his cigar onto one of the nearby trays carried by a waiter.
The man's head tilts. "Guest?" He then turns towards me, his eyes sparking with humor but the kind that's wild and dangerous. "You mean to tell me this one is merely a guest? You seemed pretty well acquainted earlier."
I watch Alejandro's eyes narrow a quarter of an inch causing his face of indifference to waver as he meets Adrik's gaze.
They share an intense moment and it's then I realize that they're having a silent conversation. One that comes to an end the minute Alejandro speaks. "If you're referring to this girl of mine everyone's been on about. Then you're looking in the wrong place." He says, his voice calm with a hint of animosity when he spits the word girl.
The man's eyes flash, challenging Alejandro and when Alejandro tilts his head towards the side of the room where Greta stands, Viktor's gaze goes to the tall blonde posing for pictures.
The only reason Greta isn't attached to Alejandro's hip right now is because she's spending her evening forcing one of the waiters to follow her around and snap pictures of her for her Instagram.
Viktor's eyes linger on her and trail her form. "Last I heard, she was an italian." He speaks, still eyeing Greta. "That woman is American."
Alejandro's face doesn't waver, instead he tilts his head and steps up to the man. "Assumptions never get you far." His tone is a low warning, "They're idiotic and weak forms of information that have no merit."
Viktor's nonchalant humored expression wavers enough to tell me that although this man was dangerous, Alejandro was in charge.
And then when Alejandro speaks next relief floods me. "Marco, lead these men to the guest house. I'll be with them shortly."
Viktor abandons me without another glance and when I see his glowering face follow after Marco to the out house, I spin on my heels and instantly dash into the safety of the house.
The second I get into the house, shivers of fear and anxiety run down my spine at the thoughts of what that man was capable of.
What most of them men here were capable of.
That man- Viktor and his goons were only amongst a few of the criminals here. This place was crawling with them and Alejandro was amongst the top of them.
My breathing picks up and I turn to walk furthur into the house. Away from all of them, including Alejandro.
I hear footsteps behind me and I pick up my pace, rounding the corner only to run into another body.
"Woah." I look up and my shoulders slump as Jacob's face comes into view.
I glance behind him to see the restroom and realize he was just exiting. He scans my pale fear stricken face and his scrunches up in concern. "Is everything alright?" He asks.
I muster up a nod one that doesn't even convincing myself at this point. "I-I'm just tired, going to call it a night."
He eyes me wearily before nodding. "You want me to walk up with you? Make sure you're okay?" He asks sincerely.
My first initial thought is to refuse but then I realize our of all the people here, Jacob was one of the few that was just an upper class guest, not a criminal. "Yes, please." I breathe.
He nods and smiles. "Okay, give me a minute, I think I forgot my phone in the restroom."
With a nod I stay put only to tense at the sound of Alejandro calling my name. I force myself to turn around and meet Alejandro's eyes as he strides up to me.
I take a step back, not wanting to be near him. "You okay?" He asks, pausing a good distance away from me.
I purse my lips, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by his presence. There was too many people here. Dangerous people.
I didn't want to be near them.
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