Chapter Thirty six

I hummed the tune of my favorite song, whilst threading down the road that led to the hotel. From the hotel, I was going to head for the base of the Sherlock Head Mafia Gangsters.
The sun was still mild when I set out, but twenty minutes into the journey, it was hot and scorching.
Trees cast shadow on the road, but that wasn't enough to protect my eyes from the rays of the blinding sun. The only way out was to hasten up, and that was exactly what I did.
I made a quick stop when I got to the hotel, strode into the reception, and greeted the receptionist.
"Are you Camilla?" There was disbelief in her voice, her eyes portrayed shock.
"I think so." I responded humorously.
"Oh my goodness, Cammie. I couldn't be more excited. Please sit, I will tell miss Sandy you came."
I didn't plan to spend so much time, but I had missed miss Sandy, and the feeling of affection she gave me.
"Be fast about it please, I have an appointment to meet up with in a few minutes."
She sped off immediately, and returned a few minutes later with Miss Sandy.
From a distance, Miss Sandy greeted me with a smile. "Oh my goodness, Cammie. You got me worried. Where the hell have you been?"
"I have been fine at least." I assured her returning the smile.
"You came to see me?" She sounded like that made her feel special.
"Yes, I came to see you" I flashed her a winning grin, and watched her dab tears from her eyes. "I was on my way to the hotel, so I thought to stop by and check up on you. It's feels so good to meet you in good health, miss Sandy. I'll be leaving soon"
She held my hand and walked a few feet away from the audience of the receptionist.
"Cammie, I'd like to speak with you." She motioned on me to sit on the seat in front of us.
"I'm in a hurry ma'am," I was hoping she would understand, because Miss Sandy could be quite persuasive.
"I won't take too much of your time, I just want to make somethings clear to you."
Arguing with Sandy was like counting the water in the ocean. The sooner I did what she said, the earlier we would be done with the conversation.
I sat down and placed my hand on my jaw. "Alright miss Sandy, I'm all ears."
"Actually, Camilla... I'm Mrs Sandy."
"Okay, noted." I said indifferently, waiting for her to go straight to the point so that I could get going. I had revenge to take, my father to kill and a friend who would soon be a lover, to meet after a successful operation.
She sighed, and took a deep breath. "Camilla, from the very first day I met you, I knew that we shared a connection." I stared blankly at her, nodding like I was interested. Motivated by the false audience I gave her, she spoke on. "The connection between you and I isn't just any kind of connection, it's a blood bond."
I raised an eyebrow, gawped slowly, and gave a nod that suggested she should keep speaking. "Cammie, you are my daughter and I'm your mother."
My eyes widened in disbelief, and I reared back. Slowly, I spelt my thoughts out. "W-h-a-t d-i-d y-o-u just say?"
She gave an understanding smile, reaching out for my hand. "You heard me dear, I'm your mother." She tried not to smile, her eyes gleamed in excitement.
A mix of emotions were going on inside of me. Hatred for Pedro suddenly multiplied, my love for my mother was slowly beginning to grow. Disbelief for Keddy was growing too, and it would soon grow to he hatred. Why would he tell me she was a lesbian hoe? Why would my father tell me my mother was dead? Why did nature have to play so many unfair tricks on me?
But then, I wasn't sure she was my mother. I needed proof.
"What makes you think I would believe this?"
She flashed a warm smile, dimples appeared, as she retrieved a document from her purse. "This!" She handed it over to me to examine.
I gazed at her steadily, My lips parted at the content of the document. It was my birth certificate. It stated that "Camilla Pedro was born to the family of Pedro and Sandy." I shifted my gaze from the document to her face, my lips quirked.
"M-o-m!" I said slowly, feeling the weight on my mouth. "Mother." I said even more slowly.
"Yes, my baby." I saw balls of tears dropping from her eyes. "I have missed you so very much, I have missed your smile, I have missed everything about you. All thanks to Pedro, I never got to watch you grow. But now, welcome home baby. It's good to have you back."
"What really happened, mom?" I practiced the word, it felt so heavy and new. It sent butterflies to my belly. "How did I end up with Pedro? He told me you were dead."
"That's what he told everyone." She used her elbow to clean the tears off her eyes, before retrieving her face towel from the purse that sat pretty on the table, enjoying the reunion with us.
"What happened?"
"I'll tell you all about it soon. But before then, I want you to know something. You aren't his only child, you have a sister. She is the reason why he and I aren't together today and it's a long story. You both were born on the same day, so you are twins."
"I have a twin? Isn't she also your daughter?"
"No, she was born by another woman"
"He got married to two women?"
"No, he cheated." She paused to regain her composure, as the whimper she was making attracted a lot of onlookers. And then she continued. "He isn't just a murderer, a rapist, a pedophile, he is a cheat."
"Mum," I said confidently, brows knitted "I will kill him today."
Queen of the Mafia's Revenge
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