Faithful to His Queen

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

Alesso P.O.V

I always thought the word family meant something to the people around me because of how we grew up, but what I didn't remember was that the Pablo never grew up with us, they just forced their way in like a little wedge that would fit perfectly without any problems. As nothing more than an extra piece. How wrong we were.

Nevida, the spoiled brat that always got what she wanted and would throw a tantrum upon a tantrum until she got them. When she approached us at 13, I should have cut all ties with her but for the sake of her dad being my dad's business partner and old friend, I put up with her. Now I regret it and I suffered heavily for it.

"Why?" I asked her. It was barely a whisper but she heard me, I know she did.

"Why! Why! You still have the nerve to ask me why? I saw you first, you were supposed to be mine but that little bitch just wouldn't leave. She had all your attention and the stupid slut liked it. She's not even pretty, but you? You could have had me, I would have given you everything but instead you chose to hop and skip around with the help." She screamed at me.

"The help?" Lucas repeated in confusion.

"She's black. Her place is to be nothing but a maid. A doorstep for me to walk on but what? You're in love? She should have known her place, which was with the rest of the maids and help" she spoke as if this was common knowledge and she was enlightening us.

"Do you even hear yourself? The help? Are you saying that white people are more supreme than black people? Is this how you raised her? What a good job you did" he said as he looked at Hendricks and Stella in disgust.

"Camilla is the smartest person I have ever met. Born with intellect, she had the mindset to tell the differences between altitude, aptitude and attitude but you? You never even went to college, you barely passed high school and that was only because you fucked half the teachers. You're just a spoiled little bitch. I was never yours, I will never be yours and you would do well to remember that. I will always be Camilla's."

"Yeah, well good luck with that. The dark slut is half head and her bastard child will join her soon, if the retard isn't dead yet" she hissed at him.

My face frosted over because I knew exactly what she meant.

"Are you calling my wife dead and my son retarded?"

"I am calling your wife dead and your even darker bastard soon dead." She spit at us.

"So we have racist white supremacy? I'm not even surprised. Daughter would kill to get what she want, mother would fuck men to kill and the father would rather become a pedophile to rape a 15 year old than work hard to earn the money himself. You three are truly the family of the century" Henry voiced

"I see no point in you 3 to continue living. You're trash and trash needs to be thrown away. Lucas, death by a thousand cuts, give them a bath with some salt water when you're done. When they're dead, bury them in the forest and put a dead animal over their bodies. Make it look like a burial grave for the animals." I didn't really need to tell Lucas how to get the job done but I wanted them to suffer for what they did.

Cross by bottom line and I will be cruel. Messing with Camilla can be the most stupid idea anyone can come up with and it seems that this family is especially foolish.

She had the audacity to curse my wife and child. It shows she had no respect and she doesn't care anymore because she knows she's not getting away this time. No parents to hide behind.

"You 3, can burn in hell" I didn't even look back at them as I left the room.

Four Months Later

It's been four months since Camilla's accident, she's five months pregnant and the doctor said she still shows no sign of waking up. If she doesn't wake up by the time she's due, they'll have to cut him out of her.

It's a boy and he's perfectly healthy for now. Camilla gives him her nutrients and the doctor gives her the artificial ones.

I'm here sitting next to her bed, rubbing her swollen stomach. He looks pretty big from the size of Camilla's stomach but I'm glad he's growing.

"Hey love, it's day one thirty one since you went to sleep and I miss you days upon end. Our baby boy is growing healthy and everyone is already fawning over him when he isn't even here yet."

I moved my hands from her stomach to her hair that I made sure to brush every time I came so it wouldn't get knotted. Camilla's hair is what you would call crazy hair because of how long and curly it is.

"Your family miss you, my family misses you, I miss you and I know you can hear me because the doctor said you can, so just know that our son is going to be here in about 4 months and I can't do this without you. I can't raise him on my own because he isn't my son, he's our son so please. Please just wake up."

I didn't realize I was crying till the tear drops landed on her hands.

"Camilla George, you are the love of my life and the key holder to my heart. How much I love you can't be explained no matter how hard I try to. There is no one who can testify that there is another woman more beautiful, feistier, more stubborn, crazier but of everything else more breathtaking."

I squeezed her hand as I went back to rubbing her stomach.

"I day I realized that my love for you was no teenage idiocy, was the day I realized that no one could tame the demon inside me. His lust, his possessiveness, his obsession, his craziness but most of all, his loyalty. He sees no one but you and he wants no one but you. When you were fifteen and I lost you, I knew he had escaped from his broken cage but too heartbroken to go feral he just stayed desolate, lifeless."

I was left cold and shut off until you woke him up again and I can't lose you again, I just can't."

I got up and kissed her forehead and her stomach before whispering in her ear.

"I love you, Camilla."

Looking at her one last time, I fixed her hair, kissed her hand and turned to leave.

"I love you too" a croaked voice sounded behind me. It stopped me dead in my tracks. My feet stood frozen when I turned around to look at the Camilla.

"Cam?"