Cucciola I
Alejandro's POV
I barely ever received calls from Nonna, but when I did, they were never ending spiels.
I hadn't heard from the woman in months. Not since she came to visit when Camila had first moved in and even then she never really talked to me.
I was too busy with work and she was too busy fussing over Camila . But when I received a call from her, asking about this girlfriend of mine, I couldn't catch a break from the woman.
I didn't know if she was referring to Greta or Camila . But either way, she wouldn't let me get a word in.
I sat there and did all I could do. Hum and pretend I was listening, but in reality? I was desperately calming the anger bubbling within.
I bet it was Ethan that snitched. That son of a bitch not only has a mouth on him, but he's still upset with me. It would make sense as to why he would tell Nonna that I was seeing someone, he knew she wouldn't let it go.
Not only was I stuck on the phone with her for an entire two hours, but I was already riled up from the way Camila left me this morning.
I don't think I've ever had that bad a case of blue balls. And what made it even worse was that I couldn't do anything about it.
I had Marco and Ethan waiting for me downstairs, but that was a minor inconvenience. I was too aroused to find shame in the idea of jerking off while they were downstairs waiting on me.
But then my phone rang and I saw nonna's caller I.D. I, of course picked up thinking something was wrong but then she opened her mouth and started lecturing me about how now that I may have had a girlfriend, I was obligated to give her great grand babies before she died.
Yeah, that softened my dick instantly, but it didn't stop the frustration.
I couldn't punish Camila either, not without going beyond the limit of the no strenuous activity rule.
And so I simply let it go. Not because I didn't care or that I was over it.
I wasn't.
But it was because, for the first time in what felt like the longest week of my life, she was here.
Not beaten up on some motel floor in nothing but her underwear, with a gun propped into her mouth by the man thats been manipulating her. Not lying unconscious in a hospital bed. Not crying or breaking down before me.
She was here, healthy, smiling and talking.
And so I let it go and instead of making it a big deal, I spent my day taking her out to places around Miami, doing the things she wanted to do.
If she wanted to take a trip to the boardwalk and spend most of the early afternoon tanning on the beach, I'd comply. If she wanted to spend the rest of the day at the street fair, I'd do nothing but accompany her.
But it didn't mean that I was living in bubble of happiness. It was quite the opposite.
Although she seemed to be over the whole kidnapping thing, it seemed as though I wasn't.
As much as I denied it, I was scared.
I thought the restlessness would go away after finding Camila , but it didn't. All it did was make my need to make sure she was safe all the time amplify.
When it came to Camila , I grew possessive. There was no denying that. But now it was overbearing and I knew I wasn't going to stop.
How could I think of toning it down when the person that was responsible for Laura's death was right under our noses this entire time? When he got to Camila and nearly killed her?
I had made the horrible decision of sparing William for a few more days- granted it was for Camila 's sake, but I should have killed him the moment I saw the way he looked at her.
The one time I went against my own judgment, Camila suffered the consequences.
"Ouu, that looks good. Don't you think so, patatino?" Comes her soft voice from next to me.
"Umhm." I hum distractedly, as I step behind her and take yet another look around us. The fair was fairly packed and there was way too many people for my liking.
"Great! We'll take two please." And the second I turn my head in her direction, she pushes a ball of pink fluff into my hand.
She takes the blue one in one hand and with the other she threads her fingers through mine and leads us to yet another redundant little fair game.
"I want you to win me another teddy bear." She smiles, pushing another mouthful of the cotton candy into her mouth.
But instead of complying like I've been doing the last couple of hours, I glance at my watch and then lift my head up and grab the cotton candy from her hand.
I dump both of ours in a nearby garbage. "No. We're going to eat first." I say, threading my fingers through hers and pulling her towards the street.
"But all I've been doing is eating." She complains from behind me.
I pause and send her a look over my shoulder. "Sugar doesn't count. You need real food."
She opens her mouth to speak but I beat her to it. "I'm taking you to one of my favourite restaurants. We will drive over there and we'll be back in time to ride the Ferris Wheel and watch the sunset." I offer, knowing that's what she's been talking about all night.
She smiles, her eyes sparking with emotion but before I can read too much into it, I turn around and drag us down the street where vendors and booths of all sorts stand around us.
I only stop in my tracks at the sound of a gasp and when I feel Camila pull her hand out of mine, I turn around.
Camila 's not by my side anymore and instead she's moved towards a small pen of what seem to be dogs. I look to the booth sign and when I see the sign for some sort of animal pound, I look back towards Camila and withhold a sigh.
She's scooped up one of those hideous mutts into her arms and is smiling at it like it's one of the most magical things she's ever seen as the lady with the clipboard explains something to her.
I knew where this was going and although I wasn't one to deny her what she wanted. She was not getting a dog.
And certainly not an ugly little one that had beady eyes and overgrown fur.
"Hi, baby." She coos, her voice soft and sweet - a complete contrast to the little demon in her hands.
And then the next thing I know she's standing up and moving towards me, the gross little mutt sticking it's slimy tongue out at me.
"Alejandro, say hi to her." She says, pushing the small three legged creature towards me. It eyes me, tongue out and all, and I step back and shake my head, a look of disgust on my face.
"Absolutely not. Camila put it down you don't know what kind of disease it carries." I say sternly.
Camila simply gives me an unimpressed look. "She doesn't carry any diseases. She's perfectly fine."
I eye the little beast one more time. "It's not perfectly fine. It's dirty, hideous and where the fuck is it's fourth leg?"
Camila eyes widen before she places a hand over the dogs flappy ears in an attempt to cover them, as if it's capable of doing anything other than barking and shitting everywhere.
"Watch your mouth." She whisper yells. "And Cucci's not hideous she's adorable." And then she's glaring at me. "And her leg was cut off by some psychotic asshole that left her in a dumpster." She murmurs, hugging the mutt to her chest.
"Cucci?" I repeat.
"Yes. Cucci's derived from cucciola." She explains, and then she breathes a small little laugh and moves to nuzzle the thing to her chest. "You're name kind of sounds like coochie, you know that?" She says, a slight difference in the phonetics of both words.
This time I don't withhold my sigh. She was already getting attached. "Okay, put it back and let's go." I grumble, the sound of the other mutts in the pen starting to give me a headache.
I had a particular dislike for animals.
She stops and when she looks up to meet my eye, she's got that look in her eyes. The hopeful one that I hated to deny.
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