Chapter 70: How Do You Know Them?
Chapter 170: How Do You Know Them?
Camilla
"How do you know them?" I asked Edet.
"Everybody had heard about those men of yours and just very little know who lurks beneath their masks until they see death themselves."
Like the masks they wore that night at the back of my hotel when I witnessed them commit murder.
"And how do you know them?" I asked again, eager for the information I have been too scared to seek out these last few days.
When Edet mentioned the night reapers, it was undoubtedly Adriano, Gregorio and Domenico. Just the remainder of what they were capable of had shivers trailing down my spine.
"How I know them doesn't matter, but what does is that you are fucking around with the wrong group of people, Camilla. They are going to get you killed."
This time, it was me who was lowering my voice and it was to a point that I almost didn't recognize myself.
"I only started living when they walked into my life, Edet. They will not let me die because I have been through too much shit in my life to not get a happy ending and even when it is my time to go, it will be by their side."
I meant every bit of my words and I refused to let anything taint what we had. I am going to wait for a few more days here and then I will go back home and never leave them again.
"What have they told you about their lifestyle? Do you realize you will never be able to marry them for reasons way bigger than the fact they are three?"
I don't think I like where this conversation is going, but when I looked into his eyes, I noticed he was terrified. He feared for just as much as I have already feared for myself countless times and his words were coming from a place of concern.
"Like what?" I asked, genuinely curious to have this bandaid ripped off. I hadn't even realized I had finished my whole drink until he poured another glass.
"Do you plan on having children? Because you would be signing that child up for a hell of a lot of pain if you are. Even if it were with the association, only the Dons have the power to relieve a recruit from their duties. Would you leave the other two just to be with the next Don?"
He already knew the answer to that question, though.
"If you marry any of the triplets, do you realize that makes you a figurehead for both good and bad? Do you realize what would happen if even half of the soldiers found out you dated women too?" He softened his voice as he was saying the last part but that didn't stop my flinch.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, but this time it was I who already knew the answer.
"The mafia's views are very old and twisted compared to the way life is starting to become now, Camilla. I am not saying this to hurt you but you need to wake up before one of my birdies tell me you are dead."
He put his hand on my arm, though I didn't meet his eyes as I drank way too much in one go. It burned my throat but I swallowed it back the tears and frustration I felt. My men weren't like that, but what about the people around them?
"I need something strong and preferably in a line." I said, grabbing money from my bag and slid it to him.
I was sick of feeling and needed an outlet, drinking seemed like a horribly perfect idea. He hesitated a second before taking the money and obeying, serving up a line of shots and watching as I downed the first one while making a face at the taste.
"You are different since the last time I saw you." He said, not in a bad way but the reminder of who I used to had me drinking another that went straight to my head.
I didn't want to talk about my past, though. I wanted to know what was going on and I was sick of letting myself be in the dark.
"My mother and Edward are gone because of them, aren't they? Because of the night reapers?" I take a guess and his face tells me I am right.
"They showed up a few days ago and proved their title to be as accurate as the words of others peg them to be. Your mother is out retrieving Edward's bruised ego and was rumored to be scrapping up some as well."
"They weren't dead though?" I asked, praying to the goddess my boyfriend respected that even though I am sure they were itching to kill them.
I never wanted my mother dead but Edward, he is mine to put out.
"Not yet," he responded, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood up straight and stealing one of my shots for himself.
"I heard from someone that the leader of the three laughed as Edward cried on the street in a puddle of his own piss and blood. They promised what they had just done to him was merely foreplay compared to the hell their girl was going to inflict one day by their side."
I froze at his words, looking up from where my pointer finger had begun to pick at my thumb nail.
"As usual for the Reapers, they struck under the cover of their masks and night but I was there as when they tossed him on the road and spat on his clothes. Camilla, I might damn well be the only one to know this but they promised him that death would be a mercy compared to what you would unleash to him one day."
My heart stopped as this information overwhelmed me but he wasn't done speaking yet. I felt like I should be furious with them for doing something like this behind my back, but I wasn't. I didn't even realize a small smile had formed until I sensed the small taste of revenge coating my tongue.
"What is the last part you have yet to say?" I asked, feeling the fact that I am very much a lightweight kick in from those three shots alone.
I wished death on Edward with every part of my being but I wasn't ready to physically follow through with it yet. As long as he is still alive, my men can have him, although it seems they already have.
"There was a fourth person with them that night, Camilla." He said, biting the corner of his lips before sighing.
"My birdies are never wrong and I was told once the reapers were done, they castrated him."
Oh my goodness, I watched as he mentally winced at the image but I was simply in shock. I know they have done so much worse than that but what they did was no small act.
Instead of responding, I simply took another shot while trying to process this information, better yet, process the fact I wasn't revolted in the last.
"Gosh!" I blew out a heavy breath, slightly angry at myself for not feeling bad when I probably should.
But yet again, Edward was a terrorizing asshole who brought it on himself.
"I am going to need another round of shots."
"No, I have already given you more than I should have." He rejected my money for another shot, making me shake my head in discontent.
"Please," I pouted, pulling out some more money.
"I am only here for a few days," I added, my words slurring only slightly as I spoke.
I leaned with him on the counter as he made a face, he didn't know what to do with me.
"The fact you were here is the reason you need to be sober, Camilla." He said but I only rolled my eyes at the reminder.
"Yes, I have to be on guard for when my alcoholic mother decides I am worth her time, right?" I snickered even though it wasn't actually all that humorous.
He went to say something else, but I dismissed him with a wave of my hand. He was right, I mean, I was already drunk so why would I need more liquor?
At this point, all I wanted to do was crash into my bed back in my real home and sleep off these next five days. I thought I would want a week to get the closure I needed but the truth is that I just wanted out.
After a few moments, my eyes drifted back in front of me, slipping down to where the wooden bowl of peanuts were as I noticed something off. My scarf had been replaced by a small piece of paper, I picked it up and realized it was just a note.
'If you don't answer your phone within the next five minutes, darling, what I promised you will no longer stand and I will be in your village quicker than you can hide.'
My eyes widened and searched on either side of me as to who could have possibly delivered this so stealthily but the truth is that I was still drunk and my guard was down. It could have been any person here.
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