Chapter 121: Cheap Whore
Chapter 121: Cheap Whore
Camilla
I didn't say another word as I walked backwards and reached out for the doorknob to this room. My fingers reluctantly wrapped around the metal piece, twisting and opening the silent door as I was left to make the choice I didn't want to.
Stepping out, I left my three men behind as the latch clicked shut, driving so much more than just a physical wall between us. The second the door closed, I felt myself tense once again, remembering that there was much greater evil roaming this house than the destructive secrets of our pasts. Keeping my footsteps quote, I walked down the narrow hallway and absolutely grabbed my bag hanging on the hook by the door.
The bag was the one I would bring over three days ago when I came to see Adriano and all it took was a quick look on my part to see that the men had gathered my belongings and placed them inside. It was only a second later that I realized my waver in attention, no matter how short, had given Raphael the opening he had been secretly waiting for.
"Trouble in paradise, my dear?" He smiled as he moved to lean against the wall by my head, although his expression didn't come close to reaching his eyes.
I simply ignored him, grabbing my jacket and shrugging it on. The sooner I could get out of here, the better it would be. I took a step to leave but Raphael clicked his tongue at me, his head tilting to the side as it was trying to understand something.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that it is rude to ignore people?" He asked, making the move to effectively block my way.
"Though considering the good-for-nothing parental figure in your life, I don't think I can even hold your I'll manners against you."
This is what Nancy warned me about, I reminded myself as near blinding rage boiled my blood. I didn't allow any form of reaction show on my face at his Raphael's words, even though I wanted to scream and tell him he knew nothing about my parents. That was the final push for me as I rounded on him, praying that Nancy's second promise about protection would remain true.
I couldn't prevent myself as I pulled his thumb backwards towards his wrist, his tight grip faltering when I didn't stop there. Even when his hand had loosened entirely, it wasn't enough for me. The mere sight of this face was enough to add fuel to the uncomfortable fire burning within me, my now free arm twisting and snapping his fingers back at an abnormal angle.
The cold bastard didn't even scream as I enjoyed the crack of his bone beneath my fingertips, adding pressure until I knew at least three of his bones were broken. I hadn't even realized that I was smiling until I stepped away, Raphael clutching his damaged hand in his other fist. My feeling of satisfaction was short lived, however when his face copied mine.
"Oh, Camilla." He hummed, purposely messing up my name just to tick me off.
"I suppose I should thank you." His smile grew wider.
"You see you have just given me the perfect excuse for killing you, though I must admit you were good entertainment for today."
A chilling tingle made its way down my spine at his words, my body sending off warning signals to my brain that I needed to run. Where is Adriano and his gun when I need them?
I only made it a single step back before he drew a long and sharp knife from the inner pocket of his suit, making the move to lift it to my throat. Just as the fear of death flickered within me, the sharp click of a revolver being cocked made both of us freeze on the spot.
Only once Raphael's head reared to my right and I followed his gaze, my eyes widening at the sight of Gregorio standing with a gun in his hand, aiming directly at his father.
I both saw and felt the pure rage on Gregorio's expression at the sight of his father holding a knife close to my throat. His father stepped away from me and towards Gregorio within the next second. He didn't stop even as his remaining sons walked into the room, drawing their own weapons at the sight before them.
"Camilla go!" Domenico's voice was a demand as he spoke, his eyes scanning my body and analyzing from the silence alone what he had missed.
But I couldn't leave, not with this monster of a man pointing a knife close to what belongs to me. Raphael never saw me coming before I raised my elbow, slamming it down on a pressure point on his arm. He wasn't to recover quickly enough as his hand spasmed open, the knife dropping to the ground with a sharp ring. I just barely had time to kick the knife over to my men before Raphael sprung, trying to attack me.
I don't know if it was because I was a woman or because he really just didn't know me as well as he let on but he let his guard down as he aimed to grab my neck, although his movements were too sloppy to follow through. All I had to do was turn to the side as he stumbled forward, losing his balance and gaining me just enough to leave.
I trust that the three men standing together were more than capable of taking things from here as I quickly slipped out of their house.
"Cheap whore!"
That was the last thing I heard Raphael screamed before I closed the door with a small, yet exhausted smirk on my face. It seems as though he clearly doesn't know shit about my life. Despite him causing me, what he failed to learn during his snooping is that I have been near fluent from the time I was just sixteen.
And while he may have just called me a whore, at least I wasn't the one with three damaged fingers and an even more shattered ego.
I am fine or at least I was. I drove home in my own car, this time allowing myself to actually think about my men and everything they told me. The emotions I am currently feeling are mixed but each one seems stronger and more intense than the last. Maybe it was a longer term effect of sub-drop or maybe it was simply due to all of the stress and sadness I have felt today but I found myself struggling to get out of my car.
It was small at first, the slight weight on my chest but as I stepped out of my vehicle, I drew my keys from my bag and began to shake. I tried to breathe, I really did but every single part of today soon became too much as I walked up the front steps and to the door of Nancy's house.
Lifting my trembling hand to unlock it, I pinched my eyes closed in defeat when I couldn't connect the key to the hole. My chest tightened, my breath quickened and I suddenly became very quiet. I didn't trust myself to speak or call for Nancy's help right now. Instead, I just really needed to sit down.
My hand was flat and pressed against my heart, panicking at how fast it was and how I couldn't be able to slow it down again. I noticed that I began to swallow a lot but my throat felt dry and scratchy. Absently aware that I was having an anxiety attack and most certainly not my first, I ended up on the porch with my knees to my chest, breathing rapidly but never getting enough air.
I subconsciously heard the front door open but I couldn't even care to move and look at the person coming outside.
"Camilla?" I heard Nancy's voice, surprised and concerned, clear in her voice.
I opened my mouth to say something but after many failed attempts at speaking, I simply gave up, shaking even harder. The next second, she was on the ground beside me, taking my hands into hers and squeezing them just to show she was here. I really hate how much of a mess I am right now.
"It is okay, I understand." He said the words I was unable to speak.
I had technique for this, I did but I was entirely too overwhelmed to remember.
"Is there anything you typically do when this happens?" She asked and I nodded my head, but the action alone was dizzying as the overwhelming urge to pass out came down on me.
When she figured that I couldn't respond more than that, she brushed a few pieces of hair out of my eyes as she held me.
"What works for me is tensing certain muscles as hard as I can, holding it and then trying to relax my body as much as possible afterwards." She said and it was a strategy I used as a child but had forgotten all about it.
"A…alright." I managed to say even as I just wanted to curl up and stay like that until things passed.
I was given a reassuring smile as Nancy gently let go of my hand, sliding in right beside me and staying even when we were given multiple curious glances from others on the street.
"Ignore them, it is just you and me. Nothing else is important right now."
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