Game Over, Bitch III
Camila's POV
Could I fall in love with Alejandro? Did I fall in love with him?
I mean, I had love for Alejandro but I never really took a step back to think about if I was ever really in love or if I had fallen in love.
I didn't know what that felt like.
I've loved before. I love Mamá, I love Ethan, I love Marco, I love Mason, Ava, Divy, the list goes on and on.
But Alejandro? Would what I feel for him be deemed as falling in love?
The type of love I have for him is different than the others.
For starters I love every little thing he does.
I love him when he's stubborn, I love him when he upsets me. I love his flaws and even when he shatters my heart into tiny little pieces, I still can't stop loving him.
Did that classify as being in love?
I'm snapped back into reality at the sound of Arnold's voice. "Okay. Im signing it and sending it over right now."
And just when I think it's all over and done with, Greta opens her mouth and fucks it up. "No!" She yells and I freeze.
"You need to go to Alejandro's place and sign it. Right now!" She yells frantically and my eyes widen. "Daddy you have to hel-"But before she can finish the rest of her sentence, I hang up the phone and my eyes harden as I stare down at the bitch with a death wish.
Was a broken nose and balding haircut not enough?
She smirks up at me. "Good luck with that. When daddy comes here and sees what you're doing to me, hes never going to sign the contract-"
And before she can continue, Alejandro stuffing a cloth into her mouth, effectively cutting off her high pitched voice.
Alejandro's phone then begins to ring and when he looks down at the screen, he curses. "Cazzo, that's him." Alejandro grits before moving towards the other side of the room.
While he speaks to Arnold, I narrow my eyes back towards Greta who's eyes are looking up at me in satisfaction.
But then I pause and look down to the cloth in her mouth - more so the dirty whitish yellow towel.
I instantly recognize the material to be the one I threw out earlier because it was covered in Cucci's piss. And when I realize that Alejandro stuffed a towel filled with dog piss into Greta's mouth, I want to applaud him.
I'm definitely in love with the way he thinks.
Greta's muffled cries fill the space but its not loud enough to hear through the phone and when Alejandro hangs up, moving back towards me, he has his jaw set.
"Arnold wants to come over and sign the contract. He wants Greta there." He states as he glares down at her. She mumbles something smug into the towel but then her face scrunches up, no doubt tasting whatever's on that wet towel.
But I don't let myself enjoy the sight because the next thing I know, I'm looking down towards Greta's phone in my hands.
The phone was still unlocked and so I toss it towards Alejandro, "Text Arnold from Greta's phone and tell him that he should go ahead with signing the contract and that she won't be able to make it because she's going to be busy at her movie premier." And when Alejandro nods, I move towards Greta and remove the towel from her mouth.
The first thing she does is spit towards me, luckily I dodge the pee filled mucus ball and by the time she tries again, Alejandro's finishing up and moving towards her.
He steps behind her, holding her jaw shut from behind as I move forward. "You clearly don't know when to shut your mouth, do you?"
She moves her head, trying to move out of Alejandro's hold, but she doesn't get far. I instantly find myself, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt and nodding at Alejandro.
"Hand me the pliers."
He raises a brow. "Sei sicura di farcela, principessa?" He says moving back to grab the little box of materials he brought along. (You sure you can do this, Princess?)
I nod and hold my hand out. "Of course I can. Now hold her mouth open, she's clearly gonna fight me on this." I mutter as Greta's wide eyes look up to me, trying to understand what I mean.
"What did you just say-" She's cut off as Alejandro moves forward, coming up behind her and forcefully craning her mouth open, but she continues to squirm, thrash and scream.
"Cazzo," He cringes as he looks down at the screaming lunatic between us. "We need to work on your Italian. You need to start speaking to me so we can avoid things like this." He mumbles as I move forward and stare down at her front teeth.
I purse my lips in thought. I've never really tried speaking Italian and perhaps it was time I started learning it.
My Italian was rough. I could understand but I couldn't speak and it mostly had to do with the fact that since moving to America, I never had to speak. "I don't know..." I mumble as I bring the pliers to her front tooth deciding to start with the easiest option.
"I've just never tried speaking and I'm kind of insecure about how broken my Italian would sound." I murmur, as I focus on clamping the metal around her tooth before I start pulling.
Greta's screams fill the room but Alejandro and I ignore her as we continue with our conversation.
Alejandro hums, his eyes watching my hand as he watches over me. "You don't need to feel insecure with me. We can start off slow, baby." He murmurs and I nod, as I focus my attention back on trying to pull out Greta's tooth.
I tug harder earning more cries of pain, but Alejandro's voice stops me. "Twist and then pull. That's how you'll take it out effectively." He commands softly and I do just that.
Her tooth comes out with minimal blood gushing out and I look up at him as he nods down at my work. "Good girl." He murmurs. "Now move on to the next one."
And I do just that as I smile with a sense of pride knowing I have his approval.
Greta's screams and cries are ignored and instead I focus on Alejandro's voice as he guides me through pulling out almost all of her teeth, one by one - only leaving one tooth untouched. One of her front teeth.
Once I'm done, I wipe my hands down and step back to take a look at my work.
"It's a shame. You have such nice teeth." I sigh, shaking my head down at Greta. I look towards her mouth, more so what's left of it and purse my lips at the sight of bloody gums. "Had." I correct. "You had nice teeth." I say looking up at Greta. "Now... you have... one nice tooth?" I offer.
Her screams have died down and her body has started to go limp from the pain but it still doesn't stop her from attempting to speak. "Whathha thuck?" She spits but then her eye widen at the sound of her own voice.
"Homa Ga." She continues panicking, as I smile and cross my arms, examine the girl before me.
Her hair is all cut up, with patches of bald spots. Her nose is crooked and bloodied, and her teeth. Well almost all of them are gone save for one in the front.
Alejandro moves to stand next to me and I turn towards him as he grips my chin, tilts it up and stares down at me. He lifts his hand, bringing a tissue to my face as he starts wiping my face clean of what I presume to be her blood.
"I'm proud of you, baby. You did good." He murmurs, his brows furrowing in concentration as he continues to wipe various parts of my face.
I smile up at him, my cheeks tinting at the complement. "Thanks."
He pauses and his eyes find mine as he raises a brow. "That's it? No I told you so? No gloating."
I shrug as I peek at Greta from the corner of my eye. She's no longer crying and instead is limp and nearly unconscious, but she's still blinking up at us.
I look back towards Alejandro as I shrug and shake my head. "There's no point of gloating. Not when you gave me what I wanted." I murmur, throwing my arms around his neck.
It was true. He held off on going through with his plan and stepped back, allowing me to take the lead.
That was more than what I asked for.
Alejandro hums, moving some of my hair from out of my face and when he's done that, he resorts to letting his thumb rub over my bottom lip as he stares down at it. "No matter how much I hate to admit it, I'll always end up giving you what you want." He murmurs, moving forward to place a peck on my lips. "And it's because I love you." He finishes and I smile up at him.
"I know." I say cheekily and he chuckles under his breath, his hand moving to land a smack on my ass.
"Such a little brat." He murmurs against my lips before capturing them in another kiss.
And this time it's not just a peck.
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