Chapter 224: We Are Going To Get Her Back
Chapter 224: We Are Going To Get Her Back
Camilla
"Camilla!" I heard his shout as his body slammed hard against the door but with every step I took away from him, the desperation claws its nails deeper and deeper inside me.
I couldn't look back, not anymore. Instead, I pushed forward and moved down the hall as the second of chaos grew nearer and nearer. There were no doors into the room that is now right in front of me and when I started to see bodies, I knew that this place had been turned into a bloodbath within minutes. This was my fault.
The first sight of my father only confirmed it, he was here because of me and I stepped inside just enough to realize that there was another level above us and then I saw him. Styled black hair and wildly eyes that had the power to freeze you in place at his will.
Unlike Domenico, the change in him was visible, both in appearance but in the way he held himself. When you look at this man, you will know you are looking at the Don of the most powerful Mafia in the world. You know you are looking at power. Adriano was as devastatingly attractive as I remembered him to be and as a body dropped down at his feet, his own blood running down the outlined veins of his arm, I watched the gun in his hand raise.
I felt sick as pure darkness seeped over his eyes, training the gun on my father's back without a single hint of hesitance or fear of regret. My feet were already carrying me to my father's side where he remained unnoticing of the threat behind him. He was about to die and it wasn't something I was prepared to bear.
"No!" I yelled as I heard the sound of Adriano's gun go off, my body slamming into my father's as I took the both of us to the ground.
My ears rang ever so slightly from the shot but my father was already up and on his feet before I could process what had happened. He picked me up in the middle as absolute panic struck his face and as his eyes met mine, I knew I had terrified him of my leaving. I have tried not to carry too much regret over this last year of my life but I genuinely felt awful at the way my father was looking at me right now.
"Oh dear, child." He exhaled as he pulled the both of us into the hallway to our left, his arms wrapping around me and hugging so tight I thought I would pass out. But when the sharp pains started to come, I began to mean it quite literally.
"Camilla?" He said as I suddenly felt my hand start to tingle painfully, a burning hot sensation beginning to spread throughout my entire right arm.
Pulling back and lifting the sleeve of my shirt up to my shoulder, I felt myself pale at the sight of the gash in my skin, blood quickly running down the tips of my cold fingers.
"Shit," I startled out as the tears started to come, gripping onto my father's wrist for support with my good hand.
A wince crossed my face as I struggled to breathe and when my father gently turned me to see better, I think he might have been just as surprised as I was. That asshole actually fucking shot me.
"It is a flesh wound, it is not that deep." He said to himself as he checked me over, knowing it was a good thing that the bullet wasn't currently embedded in my arm.
Maybe but that didn't change the fact that Adriano shot me. He just changed everything yet again and this time, I wasn't going to let it go unacknowledged. No, this time, I was going to get even. The battle line has just been drawn.
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Domenico POV.
I could barely feel the splinter in my arms by the time I finally managed to break down that closet door, the broom Camilla had used to lock me in snapped in pieces on the ground but still, I was too late.
When I finally broke out, Camilla was gone, Gregorio was yelling orders before the police could be called and Adriano was silent and bleeding. He didn't even spare a glance at the woman who was tending to his arm, tying off the gauze over the newly wrapped bandages. Instead he was looking at the level below us, splattered blood on the ground in numerous spots. That was ten minutes ago when I learned who he had shot, even though it was accidentally. Now I have a cigarette held between my lips, just waiting for everything to go away like it always eventually does.
"We are going to get back, you know?" Gregorio said as he came to sit at my side on the upper balcony of the church, his eyes trained grimly on Adriano's back.
I didn't offer anything in response, ignoring the way his nose scrunches slightly at the sight of me smoking. He could fuck right off if he didn't like it. In fact, I don't even know why he was here with me to begin with, we could have had Camilla back by now but she wasn't because of me. I am weak when it comes to her and I didn't use the pressure point on her neck to knock her out because I didn't want to risk causing her pain.
Now she has been shot even if it wasn't Adriano's fault that she jumped in front of the bullet meant for her dickbag of a father. We were just lucky it was her shoulder and not her heart. That is what I keep telling myself at least. So much could have been worse but I was still going to have to spend another night knowing she wasn't safe because I fucked up.
"She acted…." Gregorio began, training off as though at a loss for words.
Apparently he saw the footage of Adriano shooting Camilla, just as he saw the way she was shaking right after I was locked in that storage closet.
"I honestly don't know what to make of the way she acted."
The fact that she took a bullet for the exact man who tore her away from us, the one who was clearly feeding her more lies than we ever could have predicted. Adriano was experiencing silent shock as the woman patted his shoulder once when she was done cleaning his wounds and Gregorio was treating this like a math problem he just couldn't solve.
I knew, though. I knew exactly why she ran from us because of the lies she has been currently fed and the fact that she has spent her entire life running without even knowing it. It was instinct for her at this point, just as chasing was for us.
"She was fucking terrified, that is what." I said on my exhale, a swirl of smoke passing my lips like a bittersweet caress against my mind.
Sometimes I wish I couldn't read people as well as I could because what I saw in Camilla's eyes broke me during the precious minutes it took for me to break out.
"Of what?" Adriano scoffs from in front of me, standing from the bench he was sitting on before turning to face Gregorio and I.
"Us?"
His fear of it being true betrayed him over the hardness of his features but he probably wasn't going to like what I was about to say anyways. I was way too sober for this right now.
"I thought you said you let Grace Ranger go?" I spat as I brought the smoke back to between my lips, taking a deep breath and slow drag that went straight to my head.
I was already relaxing, despite the fact that my entire world was falling apart all over again. Camilla's mother was supposed to be in her village right now, though we never did actually do any follow ups the last time we saw the remains of the burned house down there.
"What does she have anything to do with this?" Adriano sneered as he walked towards me, checking my face to see if I was actually being serious right now.
The truth is that I wouldn't put it past him to not have chased her down to finish the job. He has already killed Robin, Camilla's unfaithful ex when he somehow got a pass into the club for a bachelor party with a group of his friends. With a fully healed arm, the asshole was dead before the night was even through.
"It matters because Camilla went to a shrine fortress on my ass after she implied you took her mother away from her." I said, standing to gain a bit more of a level ground here.
Adriano was only a few inches taller than me but I still didn't like looking at him. Even clouded, although, I could tell he didn't kill Grace Ranger just from the irritation the accusations brought to his features.
"I personally helped her out of the Base before leaving her out onto the streets, it is not my fault that bitch got what was coming for her afterwards." He said and I suppose that was the one thing we could agree on. I had no sympathy for what apparently happened to Grace even if none of them expected it.
The only person I felt bad for was the same one who ran from us again.
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