Chapter 209: Where Is She?
Chapter 209: Where Is She?
Adriano
She left us, Camilla was gone and her note made it sound like she wasn't coming back. Because of that, I wasn't either, at least not the same man I was when I was with her. I wanted to believe that Raphael was responsible for this, that there was no way she would take off my ring but she did. My father didn't force her to leave because he was currently waiting for me at the base and only he knew how to get into our house undetected.
The timing was too short to have gotten back here undetected and Lucas had bigger plans than grabbing his daughter right now. It was true, my brothers and I kept him out of harm's way but when I got to the base with every intention of letting out my anger, I was shocked to find Camilla's mother, Grace Ranger there. She was tied up to a chair in the basement with her mouth gagged shut.
Already waiting for me, Raphael gave me a smug smile that even after all of these years still made my skin tingle in discontent, motioning for me to join him in front of the two way glass. I had come here to fight in the rings below to let off some steam but instead I learned that the assignment yesterday still went through as planned with replacement for the three of us already ready to go. But like Camilla warned, Lucas has seen them coming.
Raphael and his men caught Marble, Lucas's decoy who was now dead and none other than an incredibly terrified and tired Grace.
"What is she doing here?" I asked, hating that I was distracted enough to get myself into this situation. I can barely think right now and just the sight of my father's face makes me see red.
Crossing my arms as I take in the bloodied disaster of a woman in front of me, I can't even feel pity for her knowing how much she has hurt get daughter but I didn't like the fact that Raphael held her.
"I will admit, Marble was quite smarter than we had expected, she escaped before we could get her down here but it wasn't for nothing. We found this whore about a block away, drunk and talking about how she needed to speak with a named Vincent Ranger. That he could save her relationship with her daughter."
My blood ran ice as I continued to stare right ahead, refusing to react at the mention of Camilla. I swear to god, if Raphael had anything to do with her disappearance, I would kill him with my own bare hands.
I know Gregorio and Domenico are out there looking for her right now but I knew I would be no help to them in the state I was in right now. If there is any chance of me getting Camilla back, there were things I had to do first that couldn't wait. Humoring Raphael for just a little longer was one of them.
"And what use is she to you?" I asked coldly, focusing on the way her arms tremble so hard that you could hear them against her restraints.
While I didn't feel pity, she would be of no benefit whatsoever to whatever plan Raphael was already stirring up, that I knew for sure.
"Alive, she is useless but I know I have taught you better than to assume that is what we need her for." He smiles, sharply turning to his right before placing his hand on the door handle into the room.
He wanted to use her as a message but for what? I still don't know. Narrowing my eyes as the bulletproof door is pulled open, I don't even wince at the instant sound of Camilla's mother's high pitched shriek, used to much worse occurrences than that. In fact, at this moment, I almost felt numb to this entire situation.
"I can see that Camilla gets those pretty lips of hers from her mother." He began, but he should have known better than to even speak her name.
The rage I still carried from when he called her a pet surged through me, my feet moving on their own accord. I stepped inside and for the first time in my life, I swung at my father, full of nothing other than sheer anger and it was a mistake. With nothing but disappointment, he had a gun poised at my head before a second could even pass, chuckling as the metal door closed behind me.
Camilla's mother's sobs were muffled by her gag but I was intensely aware of every aspect of my surroundings the minute I knew he could have killed me if he wanted to. I let down my guard and caved to my emotions, an action that will cost me my life if I am not careful. Staying still and waiting to see what will come next, I didn't bother to try and hide my disgust as his lips curled into a smile that made me sick.
There is no point in faking things with him anymore, so I dropped any act that remained and instead lowered my eyes to him. I wished I were Domenico now to tell what he was thinking but when he tutted under his breath at me, I can honestly say I didn't expect it when he stepped away. The gun lowered from my head but not before grinding the metal into my skin, right along the scar that cut down my eyebrow.
My body stiffened at the clearly intended action but I refused to show any kind of response that would fuel whatever game he was playing right now. When he saw I wasn't going to try and attack again, he fully removed his contact from me, spinning towards Camilla's mother instead.
"You broke our agreement, son." He said quietly, even with his eyes on the woman in the chair.
I didn't move as he trailed the gun down her face instead, lingering the barrel against her lips where spit soaked her chin. Her eyes moves to me when she silently pleaded for my help but all I could think about was the way I had to hold Camilla on that dirty floor of her childhood home after what her mother did to her. Maybe a few days ago, I would have been inclined to help her but I could already feel myself slipping back into my old self.
Why should I care when the only thing I have ever wanted is gone because of me?
"You should be thanking me for not killing those useless brothers of yours by now because you broke our deal. You do remember what that means, don't you?" He taunts, suddenly bringing the gun down to her chee until her ear curdling scream filled the room.
I didn't react at the way blood began to trickled down her face from the new gash but I also didn't expect to feel regret. This was merciful compared to what Raphael is capable of, compared to what I myself have doled out. So why did I all of a sudden feel the need to stop him? Our agreement stated that if I broke the two debts I owed, he would be allowed to kill either Gregorio or Domenico in repayment but England was our plan against that. It never happened and now Camilla is gone.
I should have forced her onto a plane if that is what it took to get her out of here because my voice was now turning into a deadly sort of calm, the cruel hands of horror gripping onto my very soul.
"Where is she?"
"I don't know what you are talking about?" He smiles, his arrogance dripping off him in a way that left me unfeeling. Or maybe I was simply feeling too much.
I knew from the first night I met Camilla, from the night I took care of her in that hotel room two months ago, that I would be anything she needed to make sure she was okay. I may not have realized it then in the way I do now, but I have always been hers. She managed to unravel the walls I had no choice but to create growing up and I would not let anything stand in the way between myself and her safety.
"I am sick of games, Raphael." I practically spat out his name, showing him my non-existent respect for everything he was.
"If you don't tell me what my…"
"Where what, son?" He interrupted me with pride, throwing his gun to the floor before wrapping his fingers around Camilla's mother's throat in warning.
"Where your girlfriend is? Where Jacob's pretty new fuck toy is?"
The clearly hungover woman's face quickly turned a dangerous shade of red as her body tried to buck away from her restraints, desperately trying to get away from his grasp. It was no use though unless I tried to stop it.
My father expected me to lash out at his words, depending on it but I refused to let him control me anymore. But if I do anything, Camilla's mother will die and I haven't decided if I want that yet or not.
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