Chapter 286: Haven't Been Able To Stop Loving Any Of You
Chapter 286: Haven't Been Able To Stop Loving Any Of You
Gregorio
I feel the burning questioning in Domenico and Adriano's gaze as we pull into the mansion, though nobody speaks about the moment Camilla and I had just shared against that brick building.
I can still feel her warm pussy wrapped around me, welcoming me in like I had never left. Being back with her was akin to pure ecstasy, however I would be a moron to ignore the show of vulnerability she had given me in those few minutes. It will remain unspoken unless she wishes to talk about it, no questions asked. Feeling the tension inside her unwinding with each thrust of my dick, the whimpers that rained past her perfect kissable lips, it was simply unmatched.
"Gregorio and I fucked." She blurted and her words drew me out of my reminiscence just as the car rolled to a stop beside the elevator, causing me to raise an amused eyebrow at the amber sparks of fire in her eyes.
"Now stop staring and give me a head start before I am bombarded with your dirty, most likely ignorant remarks." She flashed an unbothered smile before stepping out of the car, her ass looking even more bitable with the air of confidence in her step.
Not even sparing us a second glance, the elevator doors separate us with a gradual yet painfully fast movement. Tipping my head over to Domenico and Adriano's intrigued expression, our silence says all the words that are left unspoken. That is our girl.
*****
"Gregorio…" her sweet voice fills my ears as I step into her bathroom, leaning against the doorframe while my eyes meet hers in the mirror.
Based on her wet hair and the sweet aroma of her shampoo, I could tell she had recently gotten out of the shower, likely having tried to remove the memory of my touch from her body. My dick was already thickening again at the thought.
"It was just a sex, sweetheart." I wink playfully as I attempt to clear the apprehension from her mind, moving towards her while her eyes track my every step in the mirror.
She was so innocent and so pretty in this moment it took everything in me to not drop to my knees and beg for another taste. Something tells me she would like that though. Distracted by a glimpse of my bite mark peeking through her tangled strands of hair, l was just about to give into the temptations of planting a kiss there before a flash of metal stole away my attention.
It all happened so fast, too fast and all I could do was shield my everything from the impact before a shiny silver bullet embedded itself into my ribcage, praying Domenico and Adriano would be fast enough to stop Camilla from being the next target.
****Few days later*****
It has been five days since the night with Camilla against the building and five days since I nearly died while saving her from that strange bullet. I have been in and out of consciousness ever since but the few times I had managed to stay awake was more than enough to center me back to reality. Fear induced cardiac arrest wasn't easy to forget.
After my body was able to remain responsive for more than a few seconds, Adriano had given me a rundown on everything that had happened. How Camilla had grabbed the gun from my waistband before I could fall to the ground, shooting at the linen closet blindly where the intruder had to have been hiding. How she couldn't stop hyperventilating at the sight of my blood, Adriano pulling her off my unmoving body kicking and screaming. Domenico being forced to use an automated external defibrillator to pull me back from the brink of death.
I can't even imagine what that must have been like for all of them and now it was just the three of us in this private hospital room, Camilla having chosen to keep her distance from me since that horrific night.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Susan smacked me straight in the forehead as I tried to pull myself up, the sound cutting through the air along with my pained groan.
"Susan," I swat at her hand even though I am way too weak to do anything about her pestering. That doesn't stop me from trying though.
"Greg, so help me god, if you want any chance at giving me grandbabies someday, I suggest you do what the doctor says. Rest and lot of it, don't think I won't be fine with mini-cagdcs instead."
"Cagdcs?" The devil himself nearly chokes on his sharp intake of air, no doubt aware of who the C is that fits into that nickname.
"Yes, now you two go home and prepare Gregorio's room for tonight." She huffs as though she were lecturing us as children again and honestly it was a nice distraction from thinking about the man who had fired the gun.
Just like that though, I started thinking about why on earth Lucas Brown would ever want his own daughter dead. He may not have been the one to pull the trigger but the man who did bore the emblem of his Mafia, tattooed in black behind his right ear.
*****
I sensed a pair of eyes lingering on me as I slowly woke from my drug induced state, feeling floaty above all else thanks to the meds currently pumping throughout my body. It took me a while to become aware of the presence of this someone else, however as I rolled over onto my good side, I knew without a doubt in the world who it was. My sweetheart.
The sight of her curvy silhouette was all I could make out in the dark, her arms crossed over her midsection like she was physically trying to hold together the broken piece of her soul. Whatever word I could have once managed escaped me in this moment, wishing I could take away her pain with a single touch. With my mind clearing, I begin to notice the more subtle hints of her grief, the sight trembles to her body, the shaky intakes of breath and her hesitancy to look at me.
Camilla Range was so painfully my everything along with the dissolving walls of her heart.
"Greg…" her voice breaks before she can even manage to utter my name, the action of me lifting the bedsheets speaking as a silent invitation to join.
Even with the stressed second of hesitation, I listened as soft footfall landed against the carpeted floor, her scent warning me the moment she wordlessly nestled into my side. My arms don't even get the chance to fully wrap around her before her sobs consume the little space between us, breaking free and wracking her body in a way that tore into the vulnerability she has suppressed for so long. I knew it was coming, we all did but what was even worse was that I knew this barely even brushed the surface of the pain bottled up inside her.
"I have got you, sweetheart." I whispered into her hair as she merely clutched me harder, my chest growing wet with her tears.
Camilla had been holding on for so long because it was the only way she knew how to survive, but something about this moment was different from all of the ones before. Chapters of our past were finally coming to a close.
"I hate you!" She cried against me, unable to stop now that she had begun.
"I hate you so fucking much, Gregorio." She continued but even she knew her words were growing shallow with each tremble expelled from her body.
Unknowing of what to say, I simply remained silent, stroking my hand across her back while trying to soothe her in the only ways I knew how to. Her cries broke me, yet I knew the significance each fallen tear held, the first step to her recovery.
"And even worse…." She whispered, her voice beginning to drift away.
"I have never been able to stop loving you…any of you."
Feeling her exhausted sigh span against my chest, I simply pressed my lips to her forehead before tucking her in closer.
I know, sweetheart, I know.
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