Chapter 246: Trio Of Assholes
Chapter 246: Trio Of Assholes
Camilla
It has been five days living in this apartment now and I will admit, it is nicer than I thought it would be. I finally had real windows that opened, a much larger space to myself and was running on my own schedule. I loved it. Of course, it wasn't ideal long term and having Jacob as a neighbor was just about as pleasant as I had predicted but nothing was overly bad. I wasn't locked up or feeling trapped, I had freedom and to begin it, I bought a lot of books and chocolates
Over the past few days, I have managed to speak with my father and Jacob was right to say things were going to shit at The Safe. Never once, however, did mention wanting me to come back so I suppose that was the start. After I learned that, the realization dawned on me that I could use my credit card again, knowing oy wasn't going to be used to yank me back into that awful place.
During my time there, I had been paid a healthy amount for the small jobs I had been allowed to be a part of and now I was spoiling myself. If I thought seeing Jacob's reaction to my fake period was funny, seeing the heir of the mafia lugging around my books for me as I shopped was ten times better. Now I have them all pile up on the very minimal kitchen counter space I have in here, at the very top resting my phone where I had a voicemail that has been twisting my mind since a few days ago.
Today, I received a letter at my doorstep along with a large rectangular box that was currently being gripped in my hand. Whoever dropped it off had been gone by the time I made my way over to the entrance but I knew who it was just by the arrangements of the items themselves. The box in my hands was a sleek brown color, my initial C.R. inscribed in gold on the cardboard itself, telling me it had been custom made for me. In addition, the letter that came with it was small in size but the second I opened it up, it made my eyes blink with irritation.
'We missed you at dinner last night, Camilla but we really would love to see you this evening instead if you are up for it. We will have a car ready for you at seven if you can. Please do wear an entire gift, a coat pocket was barely suitable for what we were sure you have planned for us.'
There were no names attached but those arrogant bastards probably knew it wasn't hard to figure out anyways. The neat scrawl of letters were undoubtedly Gregorio's and when I eventually caved to my curiosity and opened the box, my mouth parted because it was just so obvious who the other two items were from. The first thing that caught my eyes was the shimmer that reflected against the sides of the silver interior, the rich blue fabric making it look as though it were woven from the stars themselves.
Just by the feel I could tell it was soft and lustrous, something that would drape over my body in all the right ways. This style screamed Domenico and the gift on top told me Gregorio wasn't alone when he wrote that letter. Adriano's gift pulling a breath of disbelief from my lungs. There, lying gently atop the dress was a thigh holster for my dagger, the straps thin and black but undoubtedly durable all the same. When I made a point of lifting the entire dress from the box, the holster falling to the bottom, the high slit in the left was un-missable, taunting and the perfect spot for my dagger to be sheathed.
I hated all three of them for doing this because I absolutely fucking loved it. I hated that I did but it didn't make it any less true. It did make me wonder why they would be so inclined to offer a gift like this, though. A gift that made things all the much easier to cut them should I feel the urge to. I smile to myself at the thought of me going to their house like this, making them regret luring me in with petty things that they wouldn't enjoy so much when I don't give them what they want.
Based on the cut, I wouldn't be able to wear any kind of underwear with this and having them teased the entire night, maybe a little more ready to play than I initially thought. This was a game for another time, however because I had shit to do today that I couldn't allow to be part off any longer. If I were to be living here, even if it is only for a few months, I needed both a job and maybe a few places to kill some time when I needed to clear my head.
A mental list has already been compiled based on which jobs I knew were hiring, as well as places like gyms and salons I could go to for a break. Jacob had helped me print a bunch of my resume yesterday even though he ensured Lucas would pay for anything I needed. In the same second, I told him I refused to be living off anyone anymore.
Going out was step one for me, so with a pile of resumes in hand, I left the box and the note behind, storing it away in my mind for another time.
*****
It turns out I lied, the dinner I promised myself I wouldn't go, minus the revealing dress. I was currently storming all the way up to their stupid driveway, walking to the gate where multiple guards stood. The iron entrance, however, had already been opened, almost as though they were expecting me to show up even late. I didn't pay anymore a glance, my mind set out on a mission that would likely require the weapon strapped securely to my thigh, Adriano's gift coming in might be handy.
I was owed some explanation which is why by the time I managed to get to their overly large front door. I simply opened it and walked in, my heart already racing with fury. My blinding path would have continued until I found one of them if it weren't for the woman standing at the door, looking slightly older yet confident and calm where she stood.
"May I take your coat, Miss?" She asked, her hands outstretched to take my heavy jacket from me.
I will admit, her presence forced me to calm just a little bit, clear she didn't deserve any of my anger. That was all being saved for the trio of assholes I was just dying to see.
"Thank you," I said with a genuine small smile, watching as she hung it up for me.
"Where are…" I began, but I was cut off when she simply began walking, obviously my cue to follow her to wherever they were.
My thoughts were anything but quiet as I was led down the hall by their staircase, passing their kitchen that felt all too familiar. Somehow, before the woman could even come to stop at the door, I knew where she was taking me. If I wasn't so angry, I might have laughed at the pointedness of it, stopping only when I arrived at the same room we discussed and signed our contract in, the same room I yelled at them when I first found out they were in the mafia.
The choice of this lactation was not a coincidence whatsoever and when the lady murmured a few words in goodbye before turning promptly and walking away, it was only me left. Well, I suppose there was no need to stall. Placing my hand on the handle, I felt no surprise to find the room set up in the exact same manner as when I was last here, the lights slightly dimmed and the quiet sounds of music coming in the background.
If it wasn't for my anger, this might have been a nice place for a date but I couldn't focus on much before I saw the three men responsible for my souring mood, sitting in a line together on the one side of the rectangular table. On the other, was a single chair, a chair meant entirely for me. Gregorio, Domenico and Adriano were all dressed in well fitted and expensive suits, looking so infuriatingly attractive and I wanted to punch their smug looks off their faces just to mess them up a little.
Together as a collective, their eyes fell on me with a kind of attentiveness I haven't felt in a very long time, my skin prickling with awareness at the intensity of their stares. I needed it to stop, so I stepped into the room, closing the door behind until it only left the four of us alone. None of their looks seemed to waver at the fact I didn't wear their dress and instead, my blood boiled with an unmatched fury as their grins only spread wider, almost as though I had amused them.
"You…" I began, just about ready to implode when Adriano lifted his hand to stop me, his eyes not removing from mine.
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