Mafia Marriage
Chapter 7
Didn't l tell you to go to your room?" Carlos demanded, pinning Camilla against the wall with his hand on her neck. She gasped, slapping his hand as she struggled to breathe. After a tense moment, he released her and then saw a phone buzzing on the floor. He picked it up, and her eyes widened in terror. He was already in a foul mood like an injured beast in a cave, and she didn't want to be on his bad side at such a moment. He would skin or burn her alive like how he did the assassin.
The phone call disconnected as soon as he picked it up. El Rey must have sensed that something was wrong.
"Who were you calling?" He coerced, looking down on her as she regained her breath.
"It was El Rey." She admitted in a quiet voice and watched as his brows furrowed.
"El Rey? Why did he call using a private number?" he interrogated, making her sweat in the palms of her hands. If the ground could swallow someone whole, she wished it would engulf her and hide her from all of this.
"I—I don't know," she whimpered. He shot her a questioning look before tossing the phone back to her and limping to his room. As he turned his back on her, she let out a sigh of relief, then picked herself up and went to her room as well.
When Carlos closed the door behind him and threw himself onto his bed, he couldn't help but feel like something was going on. Something that he had to find out. El Rey has been acting strange lately, and the way Camilla freaked out when he found her talking with him raised a lot of questions. But what was more suspicious was why he called using a private number. For what? What business does he have with his toy servant?
These questions kept lingering in his mind until, after about an hour and a half, Tualic came and knocked on his door.
"We've transported the body bag straight to Valentina's house, sir. " He reported while standing outside Carlos's door.
Tardily, he replied," Great. We're living in two hours."
He took his treasure box and shoved it into a khaki bag, then walked out, holding it, straight to Camilla's room.
When he opened her door, he found her snoring, some of her red hair gracefully covering her face, which made her look beautiful. He slowly walked to her and sat beside her, putting his khaki bag down. Her snores sounded soft and satisfying to listen to, but what caught his attention the most was her lips. They were small and cute. The lower lip contrasted beautifully with the slight curve of the upper lip, which made them look irresistibly kissable.
He leaned closer to her face, attempting to get the feel of her lips, but she began stirring and then woke up.
He quickly moved his head away.
"Wake up! We're going."He commanded indifferently.
She squinched her eyes open and looked at him with a confused expression.
"Huh? Going where?" She asked, and he found it vexatious, so he hoisted her over to his shoulders and began limping down the stairs until they made it out to the car.
"Inside." He tilted his head a little, ordering her to get inside. She clicked her tongue and got in, feeling annoyed by his boastful behavior.
He got in the passenger seat, and Tualic drove away. It was already around 7 pm, and Camilla could only look outside the window as the street lights flashed by on the roadside. She wondered where this man was taking her to, but she couldn't dare ask and throw a tantrum after what happened earlier. She was still scared of him. The car kept going for hours until she fell asleep.
In the morning, she woke up only to find herself in a completely unfamiliar place. She was in a large bed with white sheets, and the room looked even more beautiful than where she slept at Carlo's mansion. What creept her was the quietness of the place. There weren't cars hooting or people shouting outside. The only sound she could hear was the chirping of birds. She quickly jumped out of the bed, and realized she was still wearing his oversized shirt and nothing but a panty inside.
As usual, she went to the door and began banging it hard, and quickly, it got opened and a lady walked in, wearing a black and white uniform.
"Good morning my lady. I hope you slept well." The lady greeted, bowing down a little.
'My lady' she cringed at the name.
"Where's that gloomy man who calls himself Mr Phantom?" She snapped in a loud voice and the lady almost chocked on her breath as she closed Camilla's mouth.
"Shhh. Don't say that loud." She whispered. "Boss will kill you if he hears you say that."
Camilla rolled her eyes. "So he's your boss."
"Yes, my lady." She responded with a slight bow.
"Can you cut the 'yes my lady' thing. It creeps me out."
"Yes my la-"
"My name's Camilla. Can you tell me where the fuck I am?"
"You're in Villa de Leyva ma'am..sorry, I mean Mrs Camilla."
Camilla's jaw dropped, and her eyes widened. "What? Villa de Leyva. Isn't that like 600km away from Medellìn?"
"It is ma'am." the lady responded.
"I can't believe it. I'm that far from home. I'll teach that creep a lesson. Where's he? Where's Phantom?." She lashed out at the lady, and then Carlos opened the door and walked steadily inside.
"I see, someone woke up in a good mood today, huh!." He said vexatiously.
She stood abruptly and stormed toward him like a kid, then tried throwing a punch on his face, but he grabbed her hands firmly and pushed her back to the bed, making her look less fearsome. The maid was about to walk out and give them some privacy when Carlos stopped her.
"Elena. Make sure she takes a bath and get clean clothes alright. You'll call me when you're done. I'll be in my study room." She nodded frantically, then he turned at Camilla with a naughty smirk all over his face. "Make sure you bath every part of your body, and I mean it. I'll be back." He winked at her before turning his back and left. Her heart couldn't stop pounding on her chest as she asked herself what he meant by 'every part'.
Tbc