Chapter 248: Come Back To The Club
Chapter 248: Come Back To The Club
Camilla
I led the way out as I felt their attention on my back, stopping only when my feet met the plush carpet of the living room floor. Not a second later did I feel Adriano's arm brushing against mine but it was so brief any other person wouldn't believe it to be unintentional. I knew otherwise.
My skin tingles at the spot he had touched, just as my core ached with a need I haven't felt in a long time. These men having sparked my body back to life in only a mere second, it pissed me off because it was making me forget again and again why I was so angry with them. This is, however, it was for a genuine reason.
"I went job searching today." I began, crossing my arms before I even sat down, those few words more than enough to let them know what I was pissed about.
"And when nobody would take my resume, I just figured that maybe no one was hiring even though it said they were online."
I had to spin around as two of the three assholes in question sat down on the couch right behind me, Adriano moving away to the kitchen but was still more than listening. I could tell just by the way his body was generally facing my direction but I was so focused on him that I hadn't seen the moves coming when two large hands gently grabbed onto my waist. I was pulled down to the couch with a soft moan from my lips, placed right in the middle of Gregorio and Domenico's trap.
I slapped Domenico's hands away the second I was fully seated, the space between the three of us so small that it was a wonder I wasn't half on top of them right now.
"But then, I decided I wanted to go get my nails redone because surprisingly enough, acrylics don't like women who have to fight their way through being manhandled twice a day." I continued, narrowing my eyes on Adriano pulling out a bottle of red wine, a kind I had no doubt was expensive and cold.
I jumped a little when Gregorio's cold fingers brushed against my ankle, right over the only sliver of bare skin between my short socks and my leggings. I couldn't even get my mouth open before he was pulling my shoe off, Domenico doing the same on the other side. Once again,I smacked their hands away even when my feet did feel admittedly better now that they weren't pressed against the soles of my shoes.
I had much more important matters to discuss and I wasn't going to let their half-assed distraction get the best of me.
"Why is it that the worker at the nail salon looked at me with wide eyes the second I walked through the door, shaking their heads and saying I needed to go?" I asked, raising my eyebrows accusingly just as Adriano came over with four wine glasses pinched between his one large hand, the bottle of wine in his other hand.
He placed the items down carefully on the table in front of us all, my breath almost hitching as I watched him get onto his knees before me. Right at the bottom of the couch where my legs were crossed, he sat down on the floor, looking up at me with a relaxed expression of neither dominant nor submission. It made me feel like he was simply Adriano and I was simply Camilla and that things were going to be okay.
I knew they weren't, though. Not when these dicks had a habit of intervening in things they have no place being in. Looking away from him and instead turning on Gregorio, the man likely responsible for this.
"And why is it that when I tried to get into the gym afterwards, they gave me the same treatment? Wouldn't even let me walk past the second set of doors?"
I, of course, knew exactly why I wasn't allowed to go anywhere but I wanted to hear them admit it.
"Sweetheart…" Gregorio began with that low purr of his again and I knew I had to shut it down instantly as I felt Adriano's dark hair brush against my thigh even though I refused to look down at him.
"Don't, sweetheart me." I growled.
"I mean honestly, what the hell is wrong with you? I need a job if I am going to live here and…."
"Come back to club Gravity." Domenico cuts me off as he tips my head in his direction, his look telling me he genuinely thought I would be stupid enough to do that.
My unemployment wasn't what this was about, not truly. No, this was about them mandating what I could and couldn't do again when they had no right to do so.
"I don't want to work at the club when it is not my choice to begin with, you pricks!" I said, getting more furious when a smirk threatened to appear on his face at my name for him.
"You wanted me to come here to talk, to have some genuine conversation. Fine, I am here. This is me telling you that if you don't back off from my life, you are going to regret it."
Something flashed in Domenico's eyes at my last sentence, something like excitement. The sight made me see red and he sensed it as my hand dropped to my thigh just to discover my dagger was not there anymore. When I couldn't find it by feel, I stiffened as my eyes shot down to the ground, the tip of my blade poised at the bottom of my leg where Adriano was currently holding it. He only showed amusement as he slowly dragged it up and then stopped right when he was at my face.
"Here you go, little devil." He smirked as the dagger suddenly flicked up in the air with a sharp motion of his wrist.
The weapon quickly came back down as it spiraled towards my thigh, the tip of the blade being pinched between his two fingers at the very last minute. My heart was racing from his little stunt as my breaths quickened, snapping out of the daze of his eyes a second too late, revealing he had caught me off guard. I snatched the blade away from him the second his effect wore off me, sheathing it back where it belonged. Then Adriano moved onto the wine as if nothing had ever happened, twisting off the cork as I remained in a state of stunned silence. It was only for a while but when he eventually extended a glass out to me, I made no move to take it from him.
"What? Is this just another attempt to drug me and lock me up again?" I questioned, allowing some of the viciousness I was feeling to slip back into my tone.
"Perhaps a new way to track me?"
Deep down Inside, I am sure it wasn't but if we had to address something, I suppose it should be that first. I came here to talk but I never promised to be nice about it. I saw the look on Adriano's eyes waver for only a second at my words, shocking me when I saw he made no sly move to recover. He genuinely looked like he was sorry before the apology could even slip past his lips and yet he extended the glass towards Gregorio instead as he mumbled.
"We shouldn't have done that." His voice was rough with each word but he still looked up at me as his knuckles brushed against my knee, the action sending a shiver through my body.
"I am sorry for every bit of pain we have caused you, princess." He continued, holding my gaze even as he poured another glass of wine.
"We all are." Gregorio added, my head turning towards him as he took a single sip of the wine his brother had given him before re-extending the glass out towards me.
"Not just about the tracking but also about the secrets we kept before you were kidnapped."
He made a point of showing there was nothing bad in the cup that I could drink it without harm. I know I shouldn't trust him, I know that but my body still wants to. I should be demanding so much more from them but I didn't.
"Good," I said quietly instead, my voice just as painful as theirs for a minute.
Taking the glass from Gregorio, I drink a long sip of the wine, closing my eyes for just a moment before pulling it away from my lips. I was so tired that I just wanted to slump against the couch right here and fall asleep but I knew I still had a twenty minutes drive before I could.
If I stayed here for much longer, I might be tempted to stay for the night. I might forget once again why I can't be here anymore.
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