Chapter 242: You Are Not An Object
Chapter 242: You Are Not An Object
Camilla
I barely made it ten steps out of the door before I realized whoever was driving the taxi was no longer in the car. Instead, I was greeted with the firm clasp of a hand grabbing onto my wrist, an unwelcome surprise especially after the day I have had.
My senses come to life as I hear a slight ruffle in the bushes off to the side, concealed almost completely by the shadows of night but my attention was on far more important things. One, it was clear that the person who was stupid enough to grab me off guard was a man just based on the build of his body. Second, it was gravely too late to realize who it was before my dagger had been drawn, slicing cleanly into a muscled thigh until the sound of a familiar voice echoed in my ear.
"Ouche!" Jacob's heavy accent came, falling to one knee before me as his hands dropped to clutch his now bleeding leg, the injury nothing serious but more than enough to stun an attacker long enough for me to run.
His grunt of pain didn't surprise me with the way his weight hit the ground, his head tipping up to look at me in sheer and utter annoyance.
"I thought you would have learned by now not to sneak up on a lady." I raised an eyebrow, slipping my now dirty dagger back into my pocket with every intention of thoroughly cleaning it later.
For now, he was every bit of the distraction I needed even though I wasn't sure yet as to why he was here. If it was with the intention to return me to The Safe, my father would be receiving one mangled up body and it wouldn't be mine either.
"I think we both know you are far from a lady, Ranger." He scoffed, amusedly over his obvious pain, not bothering to seek my help as he forced himself back onto his feet.
His right knee remained almost entirely bent to remove the pressure of his weight from that leg, keeping his eyes on me as he tore a long strip of his shirt straight from his body. Even in the dark, I could see the blood that had already begun to leak onto his hands. However, I still held very little sympathy for him as he tied the strip tight around his thigh, wincing until it was securely knotted and in place.
My own bandage had already been changed and discarded in the house that was still looming behind me, not wanting to admit that Domenico actually didn't suck at the medical attention he had given me. If only he wasn't such an ass on top of it.
"True," I said with a shrug of my shoulders, done with beating around the bush and deciding to switch over to a more important topic.
"I don't suppose you knocked out my taxi driver for the night, did you?" I asked, the empty car still running and aglow at the end of Nancy's driveway.
When I turn my back to him, I can sense the tenseness inside of him before he even opens his mouth, bracing himself as though he wasn't sure of what my reaction would be.
"I am now your taxi driver for the night." He flashed a quick smile before stretching his palm out towards the car.
"A compromise from Lucas." He added at the end as though that would lessen the chance of me taking whatever current emotion I had out on his already bleeding body.
Although I had no intention of harming him any further for tonight, I couldn't help but remain incredibly reluctant to get into any car with him, let alone a likely stolen fairly common model of car. Bodyguard or not, he had had every little of my trust throughout the last year that I have known him and tonight didn't really seem like it was time for that to change.
"A compromise?" I prob for more information as my body relaxed just a little bit, thankful that I hopefully won't have to fight the six foot three pile of muscle anymore tonight.
Once again, while he has the strength, I have the stealth. Something that will ensure my safety up until the moment my steps falter. Considering how the night has been going so far, odds seem to be on my side for winning any kind of fight that might arise for now.
"I was supposed to get you to call him the second I found you but then of course you had to go all stabby on me like a…"
"Yes, you are not finishing that sentence." I interrupted him part way through because I could already taste the man-words that were about to be spewed from his mouth. The fact that he was smart and listened told me just that.
"Well, you found me now and quite frankly, today has overall just been shitty. Either we get in the car and call my father with me in the driver's seat or you can fuck off and let me call an actual taxi to get me out of here."
Whatever tears I had been crying earlier have left me sobered up now. I wouldn't be surprised if my father tried to drag me back against my words but I also feel like he would have to get it done if that is what he truly desired. Even with my guard still up, I felt a little more comforted by that fact.
"One, I am driving because I won't risk putting our location into a GPS. Two, we will only be calling your father once we know it is secure and three, while you may know how to tackle my ass, I am also quite perceptive. How long have your friends been hiding out in that bush?" He asked, my eyes narrowing in confusion as I spun around to my back.
I can't see anything through the rows of bushes leading all the way up the side of the stone pathway to Nancy's door but when my eyes later catch on a glint of god, I smirked because I know who it was or rather who they were, the twin girls.
Crossing my arms over my chest, my smirk turned into a sublet grin as I watched the pair of women stand up from their hiding place, both of them brushing themselves off from the dirt they had accumulated from their prior position.
"Hey, girl." Disha grins.
"Do you miss us?" She shoots right afterwards, stepping into the light so that I can get a better look at both her and her twin sister.
My eyes glanced over the both of them as I noticed the tight back clothing they both wore, glints of gold and dark blue beads woven into the many lengths of their braids. Shining against their dark skin in combination with the fiery look in their eyes, they truly looked like power, like every bit of the fierce women I met just over a year ago.
"It depends, are you here to return me to the bosses?" I asked, keeping my stance relaxed yet prepared in case I needed to find a way out of this conversation.
It was partially because I knew that even with Jacob, there was no chance in hell we would win a fight against the two in front of us. Disha scoffed as she came closer to me, tilting her head to one side almost in contemplation.
"You are not an object to be transported, Camilla." She said as she gave me a smile and a sight incline of her head, telling me that even if they were under orders to take me back, they wouldn't either way.
When I looked at her sister, I saw the same look on her face, an expression of friendship and not regret. I let out a breath to realize nobody was going to be attempting to haul me around tonight, allowing my already exhausted mind to go lax as I walked towards the two women before me.
"Then yes," I said as my arms wrapped around Disha first, hugging her while remaining grateful there wouldn't be a divide between us anytime soon.
"I miss you both." I continue as I go over to her sister, finding her already at my side and returning my tired embrace.
"Are you okay?" She asked against my ear as her arms tighten around my back, only pulling away when she feels my nod against her.
My time with the twins had been severely limited last year, half of their company being for work. However, things felt as natural as they had come with Nancy and Esther. It turns out the latter had moved away to another country with her husband and their newborn baby about a month ago, needing to upgrade to a more accommodating house today to begin a family together.
I was happy for them, I really truly was but I was also sad that they were gone. When I had asked Nancy what they had been told about my sudden disappearance, she simply said they were under the impression I had broken up with Domenico, Gregorio and Adriano and that I needed time to heal. Apparently that had been believable enough.
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