Chapter 225: I Am Going To Fucking Kill Him
Chapter 225: I Am Going To Fucking Kill Him
Domenico
"Well someone is sure as hell making it look otherwise." I folded my arms over my chest, already knowing the man responsible.
"Gregorio…"
"Already on it." He interrupted, his phone pulled out from one of his sketchy ass resources we all know he shouldn't be able to have access to.
Not even seconds later does he have screenshots of the police file that Lucas, a man living on numbered days, likely tried to have buried. Gregorio's eyebrows furrowed as he scrolled down just a little bit, still sitting on the church's hard flooring. I leaned back to see what he seemed so surprised about but the second my eyes caught on the brutally displayed body of Grace Ranger, I will admit, it wasn't what I had expected either.
"Fuck," Adriano cursed lowly as he angled his head down to read the deleted report of the first officer on site.
We have all seen and done worse things to people who have crossed our path but it was the location that had me exhaling slowly. The woman was fully clothed in the same scraps Adriano had seen her in when he last debated killing her, only this time, her blood had fully seeped into the fabrics. She was dead on the cold concrete of the same hotel where we first met the mysterious girl who outran me but instead of feeling glee at the fact this awful woman was finally gone, the only thing I could think of was Camilla.
"She saw this?" Gregorio asked the exact same question I knew was true in my mind and honestly, it made me feel sick.
No wonder she fucking hates us, she thinks we did this and what was worse is that the man who actually did is the same one corrupting her mind. The same man who had her now.
"I am going to fucking kill him." I mutter angrily under my breath. It was a promise and not a statement.
I had her, she was in my arms, smelling of a dull vanilla instead of the usual undertone of lavender in her shampoo. Her eyes were still that deep shade of blue I had yet to see as perfect in another person, her skin still as soft as the beautiful curves of her body. Only, she was stronger than what I remembered from before. Her hair had grown out as though she hadn't bothered to cut it once and her nails were covered by acrylic that left little half-moon idents around my wrists.
I can still feel the way her tiny hands held onto me as I felt pressed that black cloth against her nose and saw the fire in her eyes when my thigh nestled in between her two thighs. Fúck, she was the kind of addiction I had never been able to shake and yet she was still so far gone.
"We will," Adriano promised, not as the Don but rather as the love struck man currently pooling with silent rage.
No matter how many men we have killed in the last year, none of it was ever enough to curb the revenge curling deep inside of us. There was only one force strong enough for that and she ran away from us like a terrified little mouse. After seeing those images of Camilla's mother, I can't say I really blame her even if she was acting like a brat in need of taming. She was still ours and I would rest at nothing to have her back now that we had gotten so close. This image of her fighting us every step of the way popped into my mind but the only thing I did was smile.
My darling could fight the entire time if she wanted to but I am curious to see how she would react to learning that I am not above chaining her to the floor of my room if that is what it takes to keep her safe. Camilla might have had more of a chance against me a year ago when my heart was still broken and terrified for her but she is alive.
If fighting was what she needed to cope with the fact that she has been a prisoner for the last one year of her life, then I would be her punching bag for as long as it took. Either way, I had every intention of getting her back even if it took tearing apart every fucking corner of Dubai to do so.
*********
Camilla POV.
I don't know what kind of drugs I was given to numb the pain in my arm but I have been dozing in and out now for what felt like forever. My father has been with me a few of the times that I have woken up, unaware of where I am but mostly I have just been alone.
The bed I was in reminded me of the way the hospital smelt, however I knew there was no way in hell my father would risk taking kr to hospital right now. Going in with a bullet wound would practically be the equivalent of a large red arrow pointing over my head to show I was in the church now swarming with police. No, I wasn't in Kumon City anymore.
"It will be okay, baby." A gentle voice sounded in my ear as a hand brushed my now unbraided hair back from my shoulder but I didn't know who it was before I was drifting back into sleep, helpless to the entire fucking world.
"You are okay, I won't let them hurt you."
The next time I woke up, I was disoriented and so dizzy I thought I might pass out all over again. I couldn't let that happen, though. There was too much that I needed to do than sleep even if the medicine I had been given really wasn't necessary for a mere graze of my skin. Either way, I needed to get moving.
"I don't think so, Ranger." A thick accent voice spoke, a large hand pushing me right back down to the bed by my shoulder.
Blinking my eyes open and wincing at the light of the room, I found I was back in my bed, Jacob hovering over me at my side. Turning my head, I realized that I was back at The Safe, back in Abu Dhabi Dubai. On my beside was the paper plate I had used earlier dried red paint smeared across it. Shit!
"Hope you learn to like me more or the next month is going to be hell all over again." Jacob said, standing from where he had been seated on my bed before I could get my head clear enough about what that meant.
When I felt that I was conscious enough to fully sit back up, I almost screamed to realize I was once again dressed in all white clothing, this time ones that actually fit me.
"I am not a child, my father can just ground when he pleases." I shake my head as everything spins around me. The second these drugs are fully out of my system, I was going to kill them, Jacob, my father and Adriano.
I hadn't been as prepared as I needed to be to see the latter in person, only capable of thinking about who he had killed. I think I just wanted answers above all else but how can I get them when I want to throw up every time I think of the way my mother died? It was hard to separate the two when my body felt like a damn just waiting to be cracked open every time I breathed in.
"I can't tell if you genuinely didn't hear me or you are just ignoring me again." He snapped me out of my thoughts as my eyes moved over to him, now leaning against the door as though he wanted to leave. Unlike me, no one would stop him.
"And I can't tell why you turn into my father's obedient little bitch every time he decides to call on you." I said as I pulled the covers away from my body a second before I was hit with a powerful wave of nausea.
"You don't…"
Whatever he was about to say was abruptly cut off as I ran towards the garbage can beside my desk, my fingers swiftly gripping the sides as whatever little food I had last eaten came up. The knowledge that it was only from the anesthesia offered very little comfort as a chilling sweat broke out across my forehead. I rocked back onto my heels as he pulled my hair back for me just a little too late, making me remember that someone had undone my braid for me. I was too preoccupied at the moment to think about it, though.
"Is it a bad time to call this karma?" He flashed me a small smile as I moved to swat his hand away, wincing when I realized it was the bad one.
Either way, he let me desperately in need of a shower hair fall back over my shoulders covering the bandages around my arm.
"Fuck you, Jacob." I groaned as I moved back on my ass, pushing the garbage away and leaning back against the wall behind me.
Today really freaking sucks but I will admit, I smiled a little bit at the familiarity of the bantering. With everything being torn away from me as of recently, it was nice to at least have someone to argue with.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
