Past
Scott
“Shit! It’s fucking hurting me, Maura.” I growled when she accidentally rubbed my wound.
“I’m sorry, babe.” She stroked my back tenderly and carefully. “That ugly rat beat you badly.” I breathed deeply, clenching my jaw and trying to distract my attention from Camille. “She’s got no heart at all. You should have seen her face when she was whacking you with a belt. It would have made you cry to see how joyful she was. I want to kill her with my own hands!” I closed my eyes and exhaled sharply when Maura put ointment on my wounds. “You know yesterday, she was bullying Samuel.”
“What?” My head spun toward her. “She was bullying Samuel.”
“Shit.” Maura looked away from me, biting her lip. “Samuel wouldn’t want you to know that.”
“What exactly was she doing to him?” I demanded, clenching my hands into fists as rage was consuming me.
“She made fun of his crooked nose and the way he walks.” She lowered her gaze. “Samuel was hurt, but he smiled and let her do what she liked since he loves her.”
“I won’t leave her.” I jumped to my feet and was about to leave when Maura stopped me.
“If you hurt Camille, Scott, it hurts Samuel more.”
With my eyes closed, I breathed heavily and tried to calm myself. “If we don’t stop her, then she will break my brother!” I growled, shaking with anger. “If anything happened to him, I would not be able to forgive myself.”
“I’m fine, brother,” he said with a gentle voice as he entered my room. “Don’t worry about me, dear.”
“You’re not going anywhere near her.” I snapped, glaring at him.
“Are you ordering me, bro?” he jeered. “You’re asking something I’ll never do. I’ll never stop chasing and cherishing her. If you ask me to stop loving her, it makes me only stop loving you.” he came closer to me, gazing into my eyes, which were identical to mine. “Don’t make me hate you.”
“Are you fucking blind?” I roared, stepping forward to him and making him step back. “Can’t you see what she is doing to us?”
“Yes, I’m blind to her love. I can’t see what she is doing to us!” he said calmly and spun around before stalking out of the room.
With a defeated sigh, I slumped back into bed, glaring at the ceiling. “Sooner or later, he’ll come to know what kind of girl Camille Martinez is…” Maura leaned into my side and ran her fingers over my jaw. “Do you want me to give you a lap dance, baby?”
“No!” I spat and fled from her. Sometimes I wished to get my own time as Maura always occupied me.
She laid me on my stomach and applied ointment to my back. When she brushed her breasts against me, I chided, “I don’t feel like it, Maura.”
Snorting, she pushed herself away from me. “Why do you always displease me?” she asked.
I looked out of the window without saying a word.
“Whoa, that’s scary!” Camille laughed and kicked one of her male friends, Michael. Immediately, he seized her waist and pushed her against the car hood, leaning towards her. My eyes narrowed at the time he slipped his hand inside her t-shirt.
“Michael…!” Camille shouted while kneeling between his legs, and that made me surprisingly relieved.
“Fuck you!” Michael grunted, cupping his balls. “I was kidding.”
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His Lethal Love
Romance"Miss Camille Davidson, what a small world?" A chill went through me when I heard his dark, yet sexy, voice. I lifted my chin to look at him. Once my eyes locked with his, I couldn't stop myself from shivering. He was no longer the man he was eight...
