Chapter 297: Okay, I Will Help You
Chapter 297: Okay, I Will Help You
Domenico
"Let's not waste our time pretending you don't know why I am here." I smiled as I leaned back, his chair squeaking under the pressure. He returned my expression, eyes void of any true emotions.
"Who is it you are protecting huh? While you kept my wife drugged up and subjected her to unimaginable traumas, did you happen to notice anybody who grew particularly attached to her?"
"Wife?" He growled and although my words drew my desired reaction out of him, my current relationship status with Camilla were mere semantics. Girlfriend, partner, submissive, fiance, wife. She was just as much mine as she was Gregorio's and Adriano's and is going to be our wife. The when part didn't matter.
"Did you need me to repeat myself?"
"I don't know who you think you are…."
"I am Domenico Jaxson, unfortunately, son of Raphael Jaxson and one of the heirs to the Vagas Blaster Family. I am also irrevocably in love with your daughter, a woman whose stalker is only going to stay patient for so long before he grows tempted to do more than just send cryptic pictures. Now are you going to help me find this fucker because if not, your are wasting my time and I do not take kindly to those who waste my time."
I can see the agitation burning in his gaze, I can feel it against the cool exterior of my body. I wasn't lying when I said I wasn't returning home until I had answers for Camilla and I had little patience for Lucas's not so casual attempts at beating around the bush. If I can't find them here, I will go elsewhere. Perhaps her hometown will be next, pay a visit to her childhood memories and see if there are any monsters lurking there stupid enough to fúck with her now.
"Okay," he said, nodding his head curtly but a nod nonetheless.
"Okay, I will help you, Mr. Domenico Jaxson."
His tone was menacing, though I wouldn't expect anything less from him.
"Here is a good start, did you know having sex in a lake greatly increases one's chance of a yeast infection?"
"What the fuck did you just say?" I growl, standing from my seat before he can even finish the sentence. He scoffed, unbothered by the threat that is growing by the second.
"You know receiving pictures of my daughter being fucked in front of a waterfall wasn't exactly my first choice of learning of your relationship." He said, removing a picture from his pocket and tossed it onto the desk between us. I don't have to look down to know what it was.
It would have been captured during our date to Buttermilk Falls last year where the four us hiked into the core of the park before enjoying a private picnic together. Adriano took care of the chance of anyone else entering those woods long before we ever entered them. Nobody could have gotten through and that is why we spent the evening fucking Camilla in the water's cove by the falls. Nobody should have been there but us yet the evidence was right there before me, a photograph with three separate burn marks marring Gregorio, Adriano and my faces.
Fuck, this was even worse than I thought. This means Camilla's stalker has been around since the very beginning and we didn't even know about it.
"Where did you get this?" I asked accusingly, pocketing it without even looking for permission. It was shot from a distance but I would recognize Camilla's beautiful body anywhere. I was going to be the last one to see it before I burned it along with the rest.
"It was sent to me." He responded.
"While you were in hiding?"
"See, now you are getting it." He clasps his hands together before shifting in his seat.
"I was in hiding but what did you call him…Ofomata? He was hiding too, right in the shadows when none of us could see him."
This was too much to comprehend, too damned messy.
"Wait, so you are telling me this asshole has been following her for months and you didn't think to do anything about it! Say anything about it?"
My patience was running thin and so was my time. I can only go so long before the temptations to kill the man who inflicted so much hurt upon my woman overflow my ability to remain composed.
"Oh, but I did." He sighed, shifting in his seat.
My eyes narrow at the countless signs of lying but he could also just be nervous. Sometimes, it is hard to tell.
"I let her stay with you and you three had to go fuck it up by breaking her heart. I couldn't just let her leave the little protection she had so I brought her to me instead. At least there is no Ofomata at The Safe, the pictures stopped when she was kept here."
They stopped? The picture just stopped? My blood chills as a realization dawns on me and it wasn't the type that simply startles you but a full blown force that captures you in its vice. For the moment, all I could do is remain frozen while I come to terms with the severity of Lucas's actions….this stupid fucking man.
Ofomata has been right here this entire time, I don't know who he is but I do know that he has been here in The Safe…maybe even still is.
"The picture stopped," I mumbled, just before my rage boiled over into a verbal massacre.
"How are you so blind that you don't fucking understand why!" I was yelling but I don't care who hears.
"A stalker has no need to stalk if the obsession is right in front of you even more so when the victim is a near zombie from over-medication."
Ofomata was right here, for every day that we couldn't find her, Camilla was right there within his reach.
"You practically served her to him on a silver platter!"
It is not Jacob, it couldn't be. Nobody is capable of lying to my face, let alone after weeks of run-ins with me. Unless Stella has a dick, she is not capable of jerking off with Camilla's underwear and unless Robin is capable of coming back from the dead, it is not him either. The idea of it being her stepbrother Festus recently crossed my mind too but it is not physically possible for it to be him given the fact he wasn't even aware of his long lost sister's existence until a few months ago.
I am still no closer to figuring out this person's identity than I was a few minutes ago but I was just as angry. He could have touched her in her sleep, been there when I wasn't. And although I couldn't dish out any of my anger on him, I could on the person who took away Camilla's fighting chance against him. Lucas was up and pinned against the wall before he could even shout in protest and if it weren't for the sound that echoed from outside his door, his nose would have been broken by now.
"Luca…" a familiar feminine voice cuts off the second I swing the door wide and I smile as she jumps when the handle is smashed and then embeds itself into the wall.
"Domenico," her words are breathless as fear instantly leeches her face of all colors and then I get the fuck out of there before I kill the sorrowful pair of them.
As far as I am concerned, my mother is already dead to me but I should let her other sons choose to take her from her second life. That would be our collective vengeance to pursue,not only mine. But that doesn't mean I don't feel bad as I shove her into the door frame on my way out, hard enough that it sends her flying to the ground. I was going home to the only family that mattered anyways. She is no more a part of our lives and can never be.
*****
By the time I got back to the mansion, it was long past midnight and lights were all out. I know Adriano had left at about the same time I did, something about needing to resolve a few complications that occurred during a shipment earlier that day. With Gregorio still healing from his injuries, he was likely in bed and passed out by now. That just left Camilla, my eyes catching on her curled up figure in our glassed balcony. Little droplets of snow peppered the frosted glass, nothing but a small reading lamp to provide her with light, not that it matters now.
She was fast asleep on the couch, a knitted blanket half on the floor, half across her lap and a book caught between her thumb and forefinger. The sweet thing passed out while reading and if I weren't just as tired, I would spend the entire night just admiring how pretty she looked like this. Trying to remain quiet as I walked over to her, I can't help but smile as I gently remove the book from her hands before marking the page with a tissue. I feel her stir against me when I go to set it down and when my eyes travel back to where she lays, her own eyes meet mine.
"You are back?" She whispered quietly, her arms reaching up to touch my face.
Bending down to make things easier for her, I nod while her fingers trails over my jaw. Scooping her into my arms while also discarding my shoes, it takes almost no time before laying her back down onto the couch, this time with my body beneath hers.
"Camilla?" I said quietly, nuzzling into her neck before breathing her in.
"Yes?" She murmured.
"I met your father today to talk about your stalker."
There was no point in hiding the truth, if I did. I would be no better than the old me I promised to leave in our past. She was silent for a few seconds, long enough to make me think she had fallen back asleep on me but then when I received a sleepy whisper, I realized that it has always been the truth that matters the most.
"Okay," she mumbled in her sleep.
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