Saint Or Sinner?

Nineteen

Camila's point of view

The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a beautiful glow on the room.

I ran through my beauty routine and went to the enormous dining room to have breakfast.

After finishing my breakfast, I found myself with nothing to do. I decided to look for Luciano, hoping he had something planned out for me.

I knew we had no shoots today, but it still felt good being around him.

My search led me back to his home office, a place I'd become familiar with in the past few days.

Disappointment washed over me when I found the room empty.

Just as I was about to leave, my eyes fell on a large box, tucked away on his desk. Inside, a gun lay dormant.

Curiosity battled fear as I reached for it, only to be interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

I quickly closed the box and stepped back, fearing it was Luciano.

I didn't want him thinking I was intentionally snooping around although what I found had questions swimming in my head.

The door opened to reveal Russo instead. He looked at me with a puzzled expression, but quickly covered it up with a smile.

"I've been looking for you, beautiful. I didn't know you were here," he said, moving closer.

"Well...." I stammered, my voice cracking. I cleared my throat and managed a tight-lipped smile.

"I was looking for Luciano. I haven't seen him all day, so I thought he might be here working, but he isn't here."

"Yes, about that," Russo said, his smile softening. "Luciano went to work today, and he asked me to come get you."

"Alright, I'll go change." I replied, excusing myself.

I hastily changed and joined Russo in the lounge. He was leaning against a luxurious dark blue car, waiting patiently.

"Let's go?" He asked, a warm glint in his eyes. I smiled, feeling a strange mix of apprehension and excitement.

He opened the car door for me, and I thanked him as I slid into the plush leather seat.

The ride was silent for a moment, but I broke the quiet as I noticed we were not heading towards Luciano's company.

"Russo?" I asked, and he hummed in response.

"This isn't the road to Luciano's company." I pointed out, my voice laced with concern and confusion. He smirked, his eyes twinkling.

"I know that, Camille, but the beast is industrious. He owns more than one company, darling," he explained, leaving me with a sense of unease.