Chapter 167: Brainless Whore
Chapter 167: Brainless Whore
Camilla
"Hey! Get me out of here!" I screamed, moving to get out but being met with something hard that kept me locked in.
"Please let me out!" My feet met the door and I kicked the wood barely bending beneath the force. I yelled again but frozen at the sound of a small chuckle on the other side.
"It won't kill you, girl. I am going to treat your mother nice and good on our date and you will be let out when we are back."
I couldn't stop trying to break through, though. I hated the dark and the dust from the floor of the cabinet made me both want to cough and sneeze at the same time.
"I will be a good girl, please open the door."
When I didn't hear any more sound, no sign of life on the other side of the door, I kept silent. Those few seconds were calm before the real terror came where I exhausted myself close to limp as I pounded to get out. But that day, on Christmas day, no trees were climbed and no songs were played. In their place, all it left was the darkness.
"Camilla!"
I was shaken by two hands over top of me, gasping as my eyes snapped open in panic. When my eyes fluttered open, it wasn't the tight, dirty walls that surrounded me, it was the walls of my bedroom and Nancy was on top of my bed. Her curly hair hung around her face as he leaned over, fear in her eyes as she looked down at me, seeming relieved that I woke up.
"Gosh, Camilla." She swore under her breath, her eyebrows loosening as her head hung down.
"I thought someone was attacking you."
I took in a heavy breath, wiping away the moisture that wet my cheeks as I sat up, Nancy moving with me.
"Are you okay?" She pants, looking at me as though I were half mad, even though I knew that wasn't what she was thinking.
"Yes, sorry." I mumbled, clutching at my necklace and fidgeting with it as I focused on my breathing and hating I was found this way. I was just a nightmare, it was something more than a nightmare.
"I…I had a bad dream, thanks for waking me up."
Her eyes tracked the shake in my hands but she didn't comment on it and I was thankful for that.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I am good." I insisted, plastering on an embarrassed smile and pulling the sheets off from over my body.
"You were screaming to be let out." She dropped her eyes at the admissions but it only made me tighten up more.
"I know," that was the only response I could fathom, however it was the only answer I was ready to give.
Nancy and I had gotten impossibly close over the last few months of living together but I didn't have time to open up about my life when the flight I needed to catch was confrontational enough.
"Can we maybe talk when I get back?" I suggested, knowing my men would be here soon enough to pick me up.
"I think we were long overdue for a spa day." She teased, trying to lighten the mood and I was really appreciative for that.
The ringing of a doorbell cut off whatever I was about to say next, but I smiled and grabbed a jacket, prayed to the goddess. It didn't look like I was crying.
"I will see you in a few days." I said to her as I hugged her, clutching onto the handle of my suitcase as though my life depends on it.
"I will miss you, girl." She said, returning my embrace before letting me go.
"You call anytime, okay? Day or night."
I could only nod in response, not trusting myself to speak anymore.
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Adriano POV
"So, how are things going with the project?" Raphael asked and the smug look on his face makes me want to punch his face.
I have done a damn good job of making sure that is all he believes Camilla to be is a project. To him, she was nothing to me, nothing more than a disposable pawn to exploit and the end when her death deems itself fit. I hated this game I was playing but it was one of the very few things I didn't have a choice in.
Until he is buried six feet under, everything would be a game with him. It is up to me to be the better person.
"She is playing right into our card like we planned."
I lied, plastering on a cruel smile as though this conversation was nothing more than entertainment for the evening. What Raphael didn't see was the way my fists had balled beneath the table in my lap, my nails digging so hard into my palms that I could tell blood has been drawn. But I was too numb to feel it, though.
I forced myself into a state of nothing because the alternative is snapping. I I kill Raphael now, I will only be unlocking a bottomless chest of more complications, ones in which I cannot afford.
"Well of course she is." He chuckled, plopping a grape into his mouth and grinning at how easy I was making this for him.
"She may have a sharp tongue but that doesn't sway from the fact she is still a brainless whore."
Do not react, I said to myself as he vomited that from his mouth. I urged myself to think about the brightness of her smile, her ocean blue eyes and the sound of her laugh. I went back to our memories of last night and how I think I needed to be held by her too afterwards.
Through my unwavering facade of cruelty, I let myself be consumed by the way her soft hands felt pressed against my chest and her lips against my mouth. She was what grounded me and I just needed to hold onto that for a little bit longer. She would be back soon and everything would be okay.
"As much as your presence is welcomed, I am sure there is more reason for it than stating obvious facts." I prod, taking a long slow sip of the whiskey filling my glass and savoring the smooth glide of it down my throat.
His answering smile made my blood run cold, not liking the satisfied look on his face.
"Of course," he said, tilting his head and swishing the dark color of his own drink twice before placing it down excitedly.
Nothing really in this world scared me but I was terrified right now, so terrified that I worried I might break.
"Where are your brothers, why are they not here? I have good news."
Gregorio and Domenico were at the club, there was an emergency that needed our attention. But it is important to see Raphael and know what he was planning and that is why I am here and they were at the club.
"They are running some urgent assignments." He nodded his head.
"After years of searching, this mission finally has an end date." He shared the news we have wanted for the last seven years, the same news we now dread.
"Come June twenty-fifth and your mother's killer will be dead and the bitch will be yours to do with as you please."
"What did you know?" I asked, needing to make a new plan.
This is moving much too fast and four weeks was not enough to fix what is already ruined. Raphael laughed gleefully and I fear I was being as convincing as I pretended to be but when he suddenly stops and looks me dead in the eyes, I knew he was simply amused over his own cleverness and pride.
"In four weeks time, Lucas is throwing one last party for his recruits the day before he plans to make his move on us, Tyson Dante by his side."
My eyes snapped up in alarm at the second part, the name of the mafia leader in pair with Lucas Brown.
"Tyson joined forces with a small gang?" I asked having personally met the brutal man and not believing for a second he would offer his help out of the kindness of his non-existent heart.
Raphael loved having this knowledge over me but I needed to know what the hell was going on and I was going to make it happen one way or the other.
"Yes, he joined forces with the man who knows how to hide things and a daughter who can provide for the family and heir." He shrugged as though this wasn't the worst possible thing he could have told me.
My blood ran ice cold at the admissions, so frozen and so impenetrable that I couldn't move from my seat.
"Are you suggesting that Camilla is to be bred off and married to Tyson in exchange for fucking money?" I said, realizing my mistake before it is too late. I showed I cared.
"Oh my my." His grin spread like an uncontained fire burning at my chest and all the way up to my throat.
"Isn't this exciting?" He mumbled.
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