Cruel Punishment I
Alejandro's POV
I wasn't that keen on sharing, so when I didn't have to, I didn't.
I didn't care all that much about others, of course I cared - to a certain extent- about my men but it was for a selfish reason.
They worked for me and in order to ensure success I had to care for them.
My penthouse was a prime example of this. It was mine and no one else was to be up here or use it on a regular occasion.
There was only one bedroom in the entire penthouse and although it was clearly equipped for multiple, I refused.
It was one of the few properties I had that were built solely for me. It was my personal space.
But now I was sharing with Camila .
There was only one bed in the penthouse, in my bedroom. And I had every intention of keeping it that way.
I wasn't going to pass up an excuse to hold her in my arms at night. Even on nights like last night where she was difficult to deal with, I still cherished holding her body to mine.
Dinner last night was... For lack of better words, boring. And Camila had gotten through it by drowning herself in drinks.
She got drunk and even though I had to haul her ass to bed, I still enjoyed the comfort it brought me to know she was in my arms.
Only now that she was up and heard what was planned for lunch she was even more upset than yesterday.
Not only were we having lunch with Lorenzo downstairs at the restaurant but he was bringing a friend.
I wasn't too thrilled seeing as I had better things to do but it was for Camila , she needed to learn about my world and this was the safest way possible.
"I really hate this you know." She mumbles.
I sigh and flicker my gaze between her eyes that were narrowed, her lips that were pursed and her arms that were crossed in displeasure. Yeah, she made it super clear.
Ignoring her I grab my phone and turn to walk towards the elevator.
"When do we get to the fun stuff?" She says her tone whiny.
I stop and walk back towards her placing a hand on the small of her back and leading her towards the elevator. "Fun stuff?" I raise a brow.
There wasn't anything fun about what I did. It was dangerous and serious.
"Yeah," She says turning her head to look at me, her heels clicking against the floors. She suddenly pauses and her eyes widen like she's remembering something. "Oh! Can we go to that club of yours tonight?" She gasps.
My steps waver and I force myself to stop from outright refusing. She was smart and she would pick up that there was more to my instant refusal.
Instead I move forward and press the button turning away from her as she continues.
"The one with the exotic dancers and cool lights? I saw someone post about it on Instagram and that place looks amazing. I can't believe you own it and no one knows." She gushes. "You know if you posted about it you'd go viral. People love rich hot men."
"Drawing more attention to my life is far from what I want." I say swiftly, stepping closer to her in hopes that my response effectively changes the subject.
I couldn't have her there. Not tonight.
"Yeah you're right, you'd be extremely problematic, you know with the whole mafia thing and all." She nods.
But it's like luck isn't on my side because she persists. "Anyways what do you say? Can we go?" Her sparking hopeful eyes look up at me but I don't even give her any time to think that I'm considering it.
"No."
Her face falls and disappointment crosses her face as I continue. "I have some business I have to attend to tonight and you need to stay here."
The elevator opens and we walk in and Camila sighs in annoyance her eyes narrowing at mine. "Let me guess that's the fun stuff but you can't bring me along becasue it's dangerous?"
I think about it for a second then nod. "Precisely."
She huffs under her breath. "Fucking ridiculous. Who the fuck comes to Miami to listen to war stories and-" She continues to grumble under her breath while I tune her out, my mind too preoccupied to listen to her complaints.
There was no way Camila was coming to the club with me tonight.
This was one of the main reasons I came to Miami, because I knew he'd be in town.
And having Camila in the same room as him would ruin everything I've been working for these last few months.
Things between Carlos and I were already tense. I couldn't risk him actually seeing Camila and getting carried away in his sick delusions.
He wasn't wired like a regular human. He was a programmed killer. Mercy and understanding weren't things that were in his vocabulary.
And if he saw Camila , well there was no telling what he'd do.
He was arguably the only friend I had and that term was very loosely used.
Carlos didn't have friends, he had people who worked with him without knowing that they also worked for him.
No one knew Carlos . They knew Nico.
And up until right before papás death, I knew none of what my father had been secretly doing. That was until he came knocking at my door.
He wasn't a power hungry shark. He wasn't out for connections or money.
He was out for blood.
He was a heartless monster. The kind that had no regard for human emotions. The kind that lurked in the shadows until it was time for him to pounce and make an appearance.
And no one ever lived to tell the story.
And somehow Aurelio Gonzalez and Sebastian Rodriguez were the ones to blame for his damaged upbringing. I didn't know the full story but I knew bits and pieces.
Carlos was what they called it.
It was a chain of investments, one my grandfather had started. Far before the Gonzalez mafia took off.
Only they didn't invest in objects to get them ahead. They invested in children with potential.
Children that were raised to be vile killing machines.
Children were impressionable enough to be dehumanized and desensitized. So much so that they were taught their sole purpose was to kill.
And Nico was the last of his kind.
He wasn't much for sharing, but I had gathered he was wronged by Sebastian Rodriguez and Aurelio Gonzalez .
So much so that killing my father still wasn't enough blood for him. He was still out for blood.
Sebastian Rodriguez 's blood. Only someone else got to him before Nico could which is why my life had turned into a living hell since he's been on the hunt for it.
Our friendship didn't get me far with the devil. But it did give me some insight.
There were others on his hit list. Ones higher up than the only daughter of Sebastian Rodriguez .
It was a simple trade off. He was hunting a deer, but I offered him a fucking shark.
Now all that was left was to make sure that shark was stranded and alone so that he could get to him.
Arnold was my shark.
The minute the deal was finalized I was going to hand him over and I didn't care the repercussions because Carlos wasn't getting his inked hands on my deer.
I would die before I let him have my dear Camila .
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