~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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Camila's point of view
My fingers raked through my hair, heavy breaths escaping my nose as I paced around the room.
I always knew he was a dangerous man, involved in shady business, but for some reason, the mafia never crossed my mind.
Fear wasn't the primary emotion. Anger was. I was pissed at him for hiding this truth, for keeping me in the dark. It still baffled me, even after witnessing him kill someone right in front of me.
The door burst open, and he strode in, his face an angry storm cloud.
Wait, why was he angry? I was the one who deserved to be furious.
"Why didn't you tell me, Luciano?" I gritted out, the words dripping with disappointment.
"Gem, listen...."
"No, Luciano, I don't want to listen! I should have known this was the kind of life you lived, an..."
"And have you run away or report my organization to the world? I didn't want to drag you into my messed up life. That's why I didn't tell you, to protect you. I didn't want you to run away from me like everyone else."
He yelled, his voice raw with emotion.
"Fuck your excuses, Luciano. So you didn't trust me enough to tell me because you thought I was no different from other people?"
His reason hurt. Deeply. The implication that I wasn't different in his eyes. I swallowed the pain, forcing it down.
"Camila." He called, his voice a low grumble, and his features softening as he raked his fingers through his hair.
A painful smile stretched across my lips.
"Yes, Luciano, I know what you're doing is wrong—dangerous," I said, my voice trembling with emotion.
"I know that killing people, trading weapons, and dealing drugs isn't right. But who am I to judge?"
My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.
"For fuck's sake, Luciano, I trusted you—with my body, with my heart," I continued, shaking my head as if trying to make sense of it all.
"Even when I had my suspicions, even when I knew you were dangerous, I still chose to stay."
I swallowed hard, my breathing uneven.
"But you couldn't even trust me enough to tell me who you really were. And to top it all off, you compared me to the ones who left you?"
"Camila," he breathed, my name barely leaving his lips.
But i didn't stop.
"You're right, Luciano." I straightened my shoulders, my expression hardening, though the pain still lingered in my heart. "Like the others, I'll leave."
