Chapter 119: Make Me Move
Chapter 119: Make Me Move
Camilla
"I don't want an apology, I need an explanation so start talking." I said with a surprisingly steady voice but even as a tear threatened to roll down my cheek, I was able to hide it.
"Of course," Gregorio nodded, pain flashing across his features.
"Anything you want to know?"
They left the ball in my court, even though I can tell there are a million things they want to say. But now we are all here, I don't even know where to begin.
"What does all this mean?" I asked, knowing that doesn't make a lot of sense but no part of this makes sense.
"What are you guys involved in?"
It took everything inside me to keep myself from crying as my voice broke slightly at the end. I saw Domenico's eyes ever so quickly shoot to Adriano before returning back to me. I know this was a conversation they hoped to never have but I wasn't leaving here until I got all the answers I sought.
"We are the sons of the leader of the Vegas Blaster Crime Mafia Family. As you already know, Adriano is the senior amongst us, he is the mafia heir. Raphael is our father and the mafia leader, he gave orders and we carried them out." Domenico began.
"I know....I know we are not in any place to make demands, Princess but we need your words that you are not going to say anything that we are about to tell you to anyone. It could put you in more danger than you realize if…."
"I won't say anything." I interrupted Adriano, my knuckles nearly going white around the table at the use of his pet name for me.
Not out of anger but from sadness. It was something I had a feeling they noticed because their moods only seemed to drop even more.
"There are so many things we have done, we do in this kind of profession and I don't even know where to start." Domenico continued, loosening his tie around his neck.
My eyes followed his movement, nearly becoming distracted by it.
"Like what? Drugs and human trafficking?" I list off two of the first things I could think of, not bothering to hide the snappiness of my tone.
In my words, I saw the three of them shift in some way as if I had offended them.
"Not people." Adriano's dark eyebrows narrowed, distaste clear in his expression.
"We would never do that nor allow it to happen under our own roof."
"But you would for drugs?" I said, raising my chin a little as if bracing myself for any reaction to come from them and I didn't miss their careful choice in words.
"It is good money and something we have all grown up around." Domenico responded, his jaw flexing slightly as his arms crossed over themselves.
"And what about the police? They just look away?"
"Or we don't get caught." Gregorio said, his eyes still focused on me.
"Tell me, sweetheart. What exactly bothers you so much about this that has you looking at us this way?"
His question caught me off guard, my legs crossing and my back straightening.
"You have been well aware throughout our entire relationship that our hands are dirty and I am willing to bet you aren't so clean yourself." Gregorio said and I felt the other two eyes on me but I didn't turn an inch away from Gregorio.
"Maybe not, but at least I didn't lie about it." I counter, frustration beginning to bubble up inside me.
All of them seem to sense it too. It was stupid of me to think they would simply comply for my sake even if there was partial truth to his words.
"You knew we were involved in something more than just nightclubs and hotel strains." Domenico said, my head snapping to him.
"You even witnessed some of our darkness firsthand, yet only a few weeks later, I had you under me. More than willing and more even wanting."
"If memory serves right, it was you who were under me, Domenico." I said, walking to the door where Adriano was currently leaned against.
"Move, I am leaving."
I watched as his gray eyes stared down at me, a hint of amusement, anger and regret swirling within them.
"No," he simply said, clearly trying to spark this frustration pooling within me which I can't figure out why.
"Move," I repeated, taking another tentative step towards him.
A ghost of a smile passes across his features but he only shrugs, bending slowly at the waist as the locks of his hair fall alongside his face.
My heartbeat stutters as he moves until he is eye to eye with me, his warm breath fanning across my cheeks.
"Make me move."
I internally falter at his words because I realized what these three infuriating men are trying to achieve by poking me when they should be answering my questions. This entire day has caused me to show a different version of myself, one I didn't even know I still had in me until Raphael and his stupid self-righteous personality walked out of that elevator. They wanted to awaken it.
"Answer my questions." I demanded, speaking so close that my lips nearly brushed Adriano's as I spoke.
The corners of his mouth tugged upwardly slightly and I snapped. My hand raised, aiming his cheek as the last shred of my patience broke. I had mentally braced myself for the expected sting of his hard jaw but it never came, only a strong hand wrapping around my wrist and tugging me backwards into a hard chest.
Adriano didn't even flinch, although I knew he saw my slap coming. I couldn't even stop to care about that as I was suddenly in Gregorio's grasp. The long skirt of my dress provides no help in keeping me steady on my own. Soon, two more large arms curled around my body, one on my waist and the other holding my neck still with sure fingers.
"What are you…"
"What about we do question for question again like at the wedding?" Domenico said, moving off the wall and going to sit down on the table, right when I was sitting only seconds ago. Adriano followed, pinning me with his gaze.
"You are the lying assholes." I argue, willing my core not to tighten as Gregorio's thumb traces the side of my throat.
"Either talk or let me go because you are the ones who kept things from me."
Fuck, it was hard to remain cold when they were looking at me like that.
"And you haven't kept anything from us, darling?" Domenico challenged, causing my eyes to narrow in confusion.
"What? You really think I wouldn't notice the donation sent to Gravity just a week after you had received and protested keeping the exact same amount we gave you at the wedding?"
I stilled at Domenico's words.
"Let me give you a hint, sweetheart. Nobody donates to us anonymously, not when it is well known they could get people like us with power on their good side."
"You don't know what you are talking about." I denied it even though it was a transparent lie.
"I just view this as you trying to change the subject from talking about who you really are." The second part was more than truthful.
"In case you are wondering and remember what we told you would happen if you sent it back. We have already set a double amount into a separate account for you. But yes, let's change the topic."
I didn't even have the chance to protest before they were moving on to something else. To my surprise, Gregorio let me go in the process, my body instantly missing his touch as he steps away. Not that I would ever admit it, though. Adriano noticed my confusion as he spoke.
"You are free to leave if you wish but I think we all know you have questions that only we can answer."
Things suddenly fell quiet as I remembered why I came here. I can't believe that for a second I felt good again being held and teasing them. Could things ever go back to normal with us after learning this?
I was surprisingly thankful for their distraction only a moment ago because now, that returning feeling of wanting to cry and break down washes over me all over again.
"I don't even know where to start." I said, having so many questions yet I am left speechless at the same time. Domenico ended up choosing just to start talking.
"You see, we grow up in this lifestyle, we were born into it even but the rules and laws in our line of business were very different back when we were a child. We attended some preppy private school until we were seventeen, spending every moment training and fighting to prepare for the unforgiven promise of that birthday." I bit my cheek as soft pain crossed my features.
"Seventeen is the age of initiation where future recruits are tested in an arena full of onlookers, each person even more curious than the last to see a good show out on as if we were nothing more than entertainment." I didn't miss the sharp bite of hatred lacing his one as he spoke.
"Each year is different, Adriano's was in combat and survival skills though and mine was a test of the mind. Gregorio was in a different field, he was being trained how to tamper and sought out information from people using any form of wireless he could think of. I was given ten minutes to solve ten riddles, each one harder than the last. If the time was up and I still hadn't submitted all my answers, I would be shot in the sight."
A slight wince must have made its way onto my face because I saw Domenico's expression softened afterwards, still looking at me and likely trying to gauge my reaction as he had whatever comfort I would allow.
"I was one of the three people left standing out of just under two hundred and Adriano was one of seven."
I was shaking at this point and I had to sit on my hands to stop them from drawing too much attention.
They were just fucking seventeen and were sent into an arena to be slaughtered for what, entertainment?
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