The girl who cried Wolf III
Alejandro's POV
While my instincts are telling me to believe Camila, I know I needed to step back and approach this rationally, like Alejandro 2.0 would.
"Do you think that he may have accidentally brushed past you in the process?" I reason looking down into Camila's eyes.
Her vulnerable facade hardens. "If you don't believe me just fucking say that. Stop treating me like a fragile little girl." She spits before she turns to storm into the house.
I growl under my breath in frustration. What was I doing wrong? I was being more of a rational man and she was still getting upset with me.
I let her go and decide to turn back towards Richie. If Richie had upset her, I was going to handle it like Alejandro 2.0.
"You sure you didn't provoke her?" I ask one more time. I hated repeating myself but I found myself doing it anyways. "Camila wouldn't lie about something like this."
I stare into his eyes, he meets my hard look with one of his own, telling me that he had no reason to lie. He shakes his head and I fight the side of me that wants to explode.
Camila wouldn't lie.
But I wasn't going to jump to conclusions and let my emotions get the best of me.
"I know better." He says.
My jaw ticks and I take a deep breath and count to three.
One.
I didn't need to jump to conclusion.
Two.
There was a way to handle this without losing my shit.
Three.
There was a rational explanation for all this.
I take another step forward and stare down at him. "I don't make a habit of having regrets and I would hate for you to be the cause of the first one in a while, understood?" I seethe, the frustration clear in my voice.
He simply nods at me, twice.
With another sigh, I turn to walk into the manor and towards Camila's room. Just as I get to her door I pause, the little ball of fire in my head telling me something's off.
He nodded at me twice.
Richie wasn't the type of man to go to any extra lengths to get his point across. Not even something as little as an extra nod.
And the next thing I know I'm turning away from Camila's bedroom door and walking downstairs towards the security room.
I needed to make sure I didn't just make a big mistake.
Striding into the room I have Alexi pull up the cameras aimed at the pool from the past hour and wait patiently.
"You okay?" Alexi asks wearily, eyeing me as I stand there waiting for him to load up the footage.
I nod but his eyes go to my hands gripping onto the back of his chair, my knuckles are pale and I realize i'm standing as tense as can be.
I remove my hands and step back calming myself down, Alejandro 2.0 wasn't going to lose it.
I was going to be reasonable even as I stared at the footage of Camil's figure walking over to the chair and laying herself down, popping in her AirPods.
I was going to be sensible even as I watched her lay back with her eyes closed, unaware of Greta and Richie walking towards her.
And then it all went to shit the second my eyes that were gules to the screen, trailed Richie as he grabbed Camila by her forearm and yanked her off the chair and onto the floor.
And then that rage tricked into my veins and boiled my blood as I watched him pin her to the ground by pushing himself onto her, pinning her down and running his hands dangerously close to her sides as he groped her body.
He was not only handling Camila like some fucking prisoner but he was holding her down as she tried to fight against him. He was twice her size and the look on her face did it for me.
Fuck Alejandro 2.0.
My mind goes into overdrive as it zero's in on one emotion.
Rage.
Alexi's terrified voice invades my ears in a distant echo and I barely hear him through the ringing in my ears. That fucking bastard. "What do you want me to do, Capo?"
I turn around and move towards the door, reaching back and making sure my gun was secure. "Round the men. It seems like some of them could use a reminder of what happens when I'm lied to." I spit distractedly, not waiting to hear his response as I stride towards the backyard.
"Get the fuck out." I bark at Greta, once I walk close enough to see her laying back on the lounge chair - the same one Richie threw Camila off of.
I send her a lethal glare not putting up with her for a second longer and she instantly steps up, her face somber int up into one of fear as she hurries into the house. I would deal with her later.
Richie starts following after her, but I stop him with a hand on his chest as I push him back. "Not you." I say my voice calm, only unlike before this calm is dangerous.
It's the calm before the storm.
I take my gun out and tap it against his chest as I force him to take a few steps back so that he's at the edge of the pool, allowing me to see his disgusting face.
His straight face that now has a hint of fear stricken across it.
I'm instantly reminded of the sight of Camila thrashing against him and I don't suppress the urge to break something. Instead of doing what Alejandro 2.0 would do, I take the end of my glock and in one swift motion smack it against his nose until I hear that loud satisfying crack.
His hiss of pain is instant but a broken nose would be the least of his problems. "Two things I don't like." I spit and when he tries to pull his face away I grip the back of his neck and bring his face up to mine. "Being lied to and being wrong."
He tries to move out of my hold but instead of letting him go, I move my hand down to his right hand, as I start snapping each one of his fingers. The same ones that were roaming Camila's body without her consent."But I fucking hate people who break my rules."
I snap his thumb back and when all his fingers on his right hand are distorted, I go back to gripping his fat neck.
Richie tries to move out of my grip once again crying out in pain. "She's lying I-I-."
I see some of the men walk outside and gather around us as I ignore the piece of shit. "I had one simple rule." I say raising my voice making sure everyone else hears me loud and clear.
He wheezes in pain and my grip on his neck tightens, before I step back.
"Do not touch the girl." I say my voice calm and deadly.
Richie's eyes widen and he looks up at me. "You don't understand-"
He's cut off by the sound of my gun firing. The first bullet goes right through his right knee and the second goes through his left.
And when he about to collapse I grip his collar holding him up so he's forced to stand upright as he screams in pain.
I ignore him and stare into his eyes that are starting back at me with so much fear, yet it's still not enough. "A or B?" I ask.
He chokes a sob and tries to push me away but I pull him up higher and when I kick his knee I hear a crack. "Bleed out or drown?" I push.
His face drops and he frantically shakes his head, but I simply stare at him until he answers. "Bleed out." He says as his pathetic face pleads with mine.
"Wrong." And then I smile and when his eyes glaze over with a mix of dread and fear, I speak. "Right answer was both."
And with that I push him back into the pool watching him struggle and fight against the water, a fight he'll lose any second now.
His screams are drowned out by the water that soon turns a shade of red as he bleeds out.
I look up to the men who are staring at me, before looking back into the pool and spitting into it. "No one touches the girl." I repeat.
I look back up to see all their heads bowed in understanding and respect yet my anger is still at an all time high.
I wipe my gun and turn around to walk back into the house. "And get this shit cleaned up!" I boom angrily.
The moment I get into the house my anger is replaced with remorse as I move upstairs towards Camila's room. I kept fucking it up.
But I was going to make it right.
When the white door comes into view, I'm tempted to open it and storm inside but instead I knock softly. "Camila?" My voice is a soft whisper.
She doesn't answer and I rest my forehead on the door. "I'm sorry, baby." I shut my eyes cursing under my breath. "I'm sorry I keep fucking it up."
My shoulders slump in defeat and I feel like shit for not believing her. "Just let me make this right." I try again.
I wait for her response. Wait for her to yell back, open the door and cuss me out but when I'm met with silence my heart sinks.
I slowly twist the door open and my remorse soon turns to panic when I glance around the empty room, where things are scattered all around.
My instincts instantly take me to the closet and I walk in to see some of her clothes gone, while the rest are scattered around.
I then try her bathroom as I take out my phone, dialling the number for the front gate only to pause at the sight before me.
I look at the writing on the mirror in what appears to be red lipstick and I instantly recognize Camila's messy handwriting.
Fixing your problem.
"Cazzo." I curse storming back into her room and looking around.
She was gone.
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