Invasive Questions I
Alejandro's POV
Flying was a relatively enjoyable experience for me. It was excuse to decline business calls and instead have some time to rest.
However the flight to Miami was not enjoyable.
Although I was given the silence I always craved, it wasn't the kind I liked. It was the kind that was deafening, the kind that left me wallowing in my own miserable solitude.
The kind where I was left to analyze my actions all the while the mixed emotions radiating off the girl that laid next to me, kept me up. The girl that was confused, angry and hurt.
The girl that refused to speak to me, acknowledge me or even move from her spot. And by the time she did shift, it was only to lull her head to the side as she drifted off into sleep. And by then, I was able to see the dried little remnants of her tears that trailed down her flushed cheeks.
I wanted nothing more than to hold her, promise her that from now on nothing would harm her, but how could I say those things when she had thought she was protected all along?
The world had truly done a number on Camila Rodriguez.
My father had made sure she was sheltered from the cruel world but it somehow found a way to sneak in unnoticed and slowly rip her apart.
She still wasn't aware of the true extent of danger she was in. But she was getting older and she would soon discover that there were many skeletons hiding in a closet that may not have been hers, but was hers to deal with.
Death was Sebastian Rodriguez's savior.
Because of his selfish actions, he had gained numerous enemies. It was a shame that someone else got to Sebastian before he did.
I have been doing everything in my power to protect Camila. But my protection only went so far. It went as far as keeping her off limits to most of Sebastian's enemies but there was one that I couldn't control.
And I could do nothing but try to shield her from the impact of her fathers and my fathers mistakes. Mistakes that had carried into Camila's life with monsters that were lurking in the dark, waiting to pounce.
And he was the worst of them all.
But if things went as planned, that would change tomorrow.
We arrived at the hotel in the early hours of the morning. And although I had planned on slowly integrating Camila into my world-my under the table business world- I held off, not wanting to put her in anymore distress.
Instead of waking her to drag her to a meeting with an old associate of my fathers, I decided to push the brunch to an early dinner and carry a sleeping Camila to my suite.
She needed time to rest and process what I had told her.
Which is why I made the decision-with extreme difficulty- to hold off on killing William. That was until she came to her senses.
She has five days to come to her senses.
But Camila's a smart girl, she would soon get over her denial and figure out that William is nothing but a sick manipulator. And when she did figure it out, I would have my way with the man that liked to prey on young, innocent, naive girls.
Since I pushed the meeting up to tonight, I had other business to attend to- business that Camila wasn't ready for.
For starters I had to visit one of my clubs. This one was my biggest money maker, only profits haven't been meeting targets lately. Not to mention we've been moving product through the club and the profits from that were also coming up short.
Although it was unusual, I went to the club around noon, my visit was unannounced and even though the place seemed empty, I did a walk though. I was glad I did because I caught sight of Ricky - my club manager and two of the dancers stuffing the cash from the previous night into the liquor cartons- the empty ones that were being shipped out.
That son of a bitch was exporting the cash-my cash undetected and splitting the profits with two of the girls.
Not only did I have to cancel my afternoon trip to the harbor to check on my gun shipments but I got blood on my shoes.
And I liked these shoes.
With an annoyed huff, I walk out of the elevator and into the suit. Although this was a hotel, I had reserved the top two floors of for personal use.
They were closed to the public. The floor below mine was used for business. I mainly just used it to have my men clean and count the money and product down there. I had even installed a separate elevator that led up to my personal floors for more privacy.
The topmost floor was my own private penthouse. No one was ever to be up here and frankly the only people that I've ever had up here were Ethan and Marco.
Removing my blazer and kicking off my shoes, I unbutton my bloodied white dress shirt and toss all the bloodied clothes aside for someone to deal with later.
I wasn't being discrete because I was informed Camila was currently down at the public indoor pool. Grabbing a pair of swim trunks from the closet I make my way down the pool in search of her.
I had no intention of swimming in a public pool not when we had our own private one up here, but Camila wasn't the best swimmer and I didn't want to risk having to jump in fully clothed.
Immediately when I get into the room I notice the lack of security watching over her. My jaw ticks, this was the problem with bringing the men that weren't in my inner circle along.
Unlike the men at home, these men didn't realize just how important Camila was. The men at home, knew the true extent of just how important she was to me.
They had seen it with their very own eyes and I wasn't one to hide the affection I showed Camila -at home anyways. They had all suspected something was going on between us but they also knew better than to question me.
The only one that seemed to have a slight problem was Ethan. It was his natural older brother instinct to want to protect Camila, but at the end of the day I was his superior and he had no choice but to deal with it.
Pushing my frustration aside I walk further into the room, it was empty seeing as most of the people were down by the beach or at the outdoor pool. Aside from a man in the pool and two teenage girls off to the side on the lounge chair, Camila was the only one using the pool to swim.
I walk forward until I'm standing near the ledge and once she notices me, she swims towards me.
She emerges from the water a moment later, standing up in the waist level water. My gaze draws down to watch her as she pushes her wet hair out of her face and opens her eyes to look up at me.
Her cheeks are flushed and her dark thick lashes cling together from the water and she blinks up at me through wide sparking eyes.
She was so angelic and the aura of innocence that followed kept eating away at my mind.
I had been trying to ignore it but it kept circling my mind and all I could think about was just how innocent she was.
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