Head above heart II
Alejandro's POV
Right now Camila was most likely upset and she had every right to be. I had exploded and took out my stress on her. And I gathered that she would be difficult and start acting out on others since I wasn't responsive all day.
I was only now getting back after a long day and on top of that, I haven't had a chance to check my personal messages seeing as I was only taking business ones.
"Check." Is all Marco says and my brows instantly furrow as I walk into the elevator and press the button to the top floor.
"What?" I bite, growing agitated with his tone.
"Check if Camila is there." He clarifies, his voice somewhat urgent.
"Why? What did she do?" I say my patience running thin with both Marco and Camila .
"It's not what she did but what she left on my voicemail." He says and I walk into the penthouse and glance around the empty space.
"Send me the voicemail. I don't care how you do it but send it to me." I say before hanging up and walking further into the space.
"Camila !" My voice booms.
I was already on edge and now thinking back to this morning, I didn't wait for Camila get back from her walk before I left with Greta. In fact I don't even remember ordering someone to make sure she wasn't going out alone. I was so fueled up on my emotions that I made a spit second decision without using my head.
It gave her the perfect opportunity to run.
"Camila !" I try again and my chest starts to heave as the familiar feeling of abandonment settles itself in my stomach.
She couldn't have left me again.
My mind starts to race as I backtrack. It was just a fight. A stupid useless fight that I regret but her up and leaving was no way to fix this.
Running away meant that she was putting herself in danger. She was unpredictable and acted out but even Camila wasn't stupid enough to leave right now.
I pull out my phone and go to her contact. She's sent me messages but I check the tracker I had put into her phone and when that comes up undetected I start to grow weary.
There was no way she could have disabled it. It was put in by Alexi himself and unless the phone was crushed into a million pieces there was no way it could be disabled.
I then try the messages.
Seriously? You won't even let me walk in peace?
I stop and blink down at the screen.
You have no right to have me followed.
My shoulders tense and alarm bells instantly go off in my head. I didn't have anyone trailing her.
Call off your fucking guard dogs or I'll march up to the car and smash the windows myself.
My stomach drops.
I didn't have anyone trailing her in a car.
And then I get the notification from Marco. I instantly press the play button on the recording and I can already tell something's off.
The first few seconds are filled with heavy breathing and I only gather it's Camila from the sound of her quiet sniffles.
But it's still hard to make out her voice because she's drowned out by the noises around her.
There's a low hum sounding in the distance that sounds like an engine. There's a heavily muffled tapping. A faint buzz of some sort of movement, it's distant yet it's almost as if there's a lot of movement beyond where she is. And then there's a soft rhythm playing.
She's in a car, and by the sound of just how unprotected and unsteady the atmosphere around her is, she's possibly in the trunk.
But I stop trying to decipher what's going on to focus on the sound of her hushed muffled voice.
"Hello?" She breathes and I instantly pick up her tone. It's hushed and shaky, causing my entire body to still as I focus on listening.
"Marco?" The way in which her voice trembles pulls at my heart strings and I feel it squeeze as my mind races with anticipation. The kind that knows nothing good is coming.
I hear shuffling followed by a small cry and my fist tightens in an attempt to control the helplessness I feel. "I don't know where I am." The low hum that I gather to be an engine stops, allowing me to hear her voice more clearly. "I don't know where we're going."
We?
"And I don't know what to do." And then I hear a quiet sob as she shuffles, the loud noise resonating through the line telling me that she's crammed in a tight space and it only further confirms my suspicions.
This can't be happening.
"I can't move. My leg... I can't- I can't feel it." She mumbles frantically and concern instantly takes over my body that straightens out.
She's alone. She's scared. She's hurt and that's only what I've gathered in the twenty seconds I've heard her.
I exhale heavily, only now realizing that I was holding my breath and I move to grip onto the counter as means to calm myself down, but it does little to help the thoughts running through my head.
I knew how these things went. There was no chance that Camila was sitting in paradise unscathed.
Someone took her and I let it happen.
There was only one string pulling me together right now and that was the sound of her voice telling me she was alive.
"But you need to know that-" She's cut off by a scream.
A loud, blood curdling scream fills the line and I instantly recognize it to be hers.
It's followed by shuffling but before I can get a good read on whats happening the line goes dead.
The world around me stills and the sound of her scream is all I can think about.
The sound of her petrified scream plays back in my head and the ringing in my ear doesn't stop.
It doesn't stop as I'm making calls and screaming orders to my men.
It doesn't stop as I'm pacing back and forth trying to calm my breathing.
And it doesn't stop after I've tracked the last pinned location of her phone and find it crushed up on the side of a highway.
The ringing doesn't stop, it drowns out my rational thoughts and all I can do is panic.
She sent me those texts at 12:36pm.
She made that call at 1:30 pm.
It was now 9:00 pm.
I've lost so much time.
And it's all because I let my emotions get the best of me. My emotions clouded my judgement so much so that I told her to leave without considering her safety.
I was doing exactly what I didn't want Camila doing. I was using my heart over my head and that spilt second decision to let her leave, unprotected had possibly just lost me the one thing that I realized was holding me together.
Camila .
I needed to be proactive and think about this. I couldn't afford to lose it right now, but I couldn't get over the pit in my stomach.
It kept growing by the second and the bigger it got, the more it suppressed my sense of rationality.
Laura was being followed.
Camila was followed.
Laura was taken.
Camila was taken.
Laura was killed.
She called Marco.
She didn't call me.
I could have saved her. I could have been there. I could have-
Would I have picked up?
The ache in chest doesn't go away, instead it spreads through my entire body and I can do nothing but scream as I take my frustrations out on everything around me.
She's gone and the last thing I said to her was to hurt her.
That last thing I did to her was leave her.
And now all I could do is sit back completely powerless and try to come to terms with the fact that she was gone.
And I don't think I've ever experienced this level of fear.
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