Heartless People

EIGHTEEN

Maybe this is why so many serial killers work in pairs. Its nice not to feel alone in a world full of victims or enemies.
It just seems natural. You and me against the world . . .
~ Chuck Palahniuk

CAMILA

I couldn't stop shaking, me, motherfucking, Karla Camila Cabello, now fucking Jauregui, the girl who did not blink when she sold her first ounce of coke at sixteen in a back alleyway. I was the girl who murdered a cartel member at seventeen because he stole a pound of weed from us. However, here I was, and I could not stop shaking. I did not shake. I did not bend. I did not fucking flinch at the sight of blood, drugs, or at the sound of a fucking bullet! Yet here I was, watching as one of Cascadias doctors looked over Lauren, and I was bloody shaking! What the hell was wrong with me?

I was trying my best not to scream at the fool hovering over Lauren, who hadn't moved in nine hours. If it weren't for her chest rising and falling, I would have thought she was . . .

This stupid doctor had five seconds to give me an update or I was going to reach up and pull his tongue out of his ass!

"Mrs. Jauregui—"

"You're wasting words" I hissed. "How is she?"

"She's fine. Luckily, the bullet wasn't lethal. In fact, I'm not sure exactly what it was. She has two bruised ribs, but they will heal. She is on medication for the pain, but other than that she is fine and should get back to moving around in a couple of days," he replied, stepping back when I moved to the edge of the bed.

Lauren looked so . . . peaceful. There wasn't a wrinkle or any discomfort in her face. I felt the urge to run my hands through her hair. Part of me wanted to lay with her. A big part of me wanted to lay with her. It was like my mind knew that was the only way the shaking would stop. However, I couldn't. Instead, I turned around and walked out the door. Knowing she was okay, knowing she would be fine meant that I could do what I had been itching to do from the moment Daniel came to me.

I stepped outside, allowing my eyes to roam the yard of men who were all waiting for the same update I had been. My gaze stopped at the fools, and it was like the lion was out of the cage.

"Chris!" I roared, causing every man in his right fucking mind to part like the fucking Red Sea as I walked to him. He didn't move, he didn't even look surprised, but in a moment, he was going to look like he was in a hell of a lot of pain.

But I couldn't get to him, though, Veronica blocked my path and grabbed my arm.

Who did this motherfucking bitch think she was?

"Camila—"

Before she could finish, I punched her straight in the throat, kicked her back legs so they buckled, and brought her to her knees. Grabbing her hair, I yanked it back and pressed my knife to her neck.

"I will end you Veronica Jauregui, if you ever stand in my way again." I pressed the blade even harder against her neck.

"You aren't thinking clearly—"

She didn't seem to get that I wasn't fucking joking. Pulling the knife from her neck, I stabbed her shoulder. Her eyes widened as I backed away, allowing her to fall to her ass before letting out a roar of pain.

"Have you lost your fucking mind?" Chris yelled at me, rushing toward Veronica. However, I stood in front of him.

"Yes, because if I was fucking sane right now, if I was Camila Cabello instead of Jauregui, I would have fucking killed her for stepping in my way! But I can't kill Lauren's cousin and her brother in the same day,"  I yelled, and he looked me over, unsure of what to do or even say. I would help him find his tongue.