~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
To the world, Camila is a breath of fresh air; a woman of gentle smiles and a joyful heart. Her charm is her armor, and her intellect is her weapon.
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Luciano's point of view
"Just tell me what you want, Luciano, and I'll do it. But don't push me, baby."
Elena's voice slithered into my ear, attempting to be sultry and enticing, her dark green nails trailing along my arm.
I pushed her away, gripping her wrist firmly.
She was one of my flings, who didn't seem to understand the term 'finished.'
"You really don't get it when I say I'm done with you," I growled, my patience wearing thin. "Or do you want me to explain it the hard way?"
With that threat, I held my gun out, watching as the tears spilled down her cheeks, terror replacing the lust.
"Now leave," I ordered, and she scrambled away, leaving behind a tense silence that settled heavily in the room.
Once alone, I sank into my chair, lazily switching on the surveillance camera. After leaving Paisley, I decided to go to one of the clubs I owned, to unwind and take care of some business.
A familiar face popped up on my screen, and I sat up with anticipation.
There she was, the angel that captured my heart without having to lift a finger.
She was bathed in the soft glow of the club, her body a canvas in a nude dress that left little to the imagination.
Her figure was on full display through the soft material of her dress, the plunging neckline showcasing a tantalizing glimpse of her boobs.
She sat with three other girls, her laughter captivating, her smile dazzling.
The two girls next to her stared at her with an almost religious admiration. That's how beautiful Camila Colorado is.
Despite the dazzling exterior, I saw a flicker of sadness in her amber eyes, a darkness veiled by her smiling facade.
'So, she's the one,' Russo's voice broke through my thoughts. He sat on the edge of my desk, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. I glared at him, but he remained unfazed.
"She's beautiful," he commented. Before I could respond, he continued, "We have him."
I nodded, my mind now shifting toward the business at hand.
With my gun tucked away in the back of my pants, we exited the room, the tension simmering beneath the surface.
In the stark light of the underground room, I faced Henry, the man who had crossed a line.
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"No need for a long, boring explanation. In summary, you slapped her," Russo said, his voice dripping with boredom.
"Please let me go, Mr. Dela Lucchese," Henry Paisley cried out, his voice trembling.
"I'll let you go, Henry, but only if you give me one good reason why you raised your hand on a woman, Camila, to be precise?" I asked, my gaze unyielding.
