~Dylan~
"C...Camila," I whispered, groaning as pain shot through my skull. I tried lifting my hand to touch my head—only to realize they were bound tightly behind my back.
My brows furrowed in confusion.
What the hell...?
I blinked, taking in the dim surroundings. This wasn't the hotel room. I was in a cell?
Tied up, in a cold, dirty cell. Panic licked up my spine.
Did I get arrested? No. This wasn't the police. This was... worse.
Kidnapped?
My chest tightened at the thought.
Camila. Where is she? Did they take her too?
And then it hit me. A horrible, sharp realization.
There's only one person who could've orchestrated this.
My jaw clenched. I gritted my teeth.
Lago fucking Othello.
But... what the fuck happened last night?
The memories were foggy. All I remembered was Camila—her body under mine, her warmth, her silky voice—and then... nothing.
My first time with her and I can't even remember it. Damn it. I should never have drunk that much.
The iron door creaked open.
A silhouette stepped into the cell. The dim light from the single bulb swayed above, casting flickering shadows on the floor.
"Who the fuck are you?" I growled, narrowing my eyes.
The figure stepped forward, and stomach dropped.
"Ava?" My voice choked in disbelief.
She stood beneath the light—black hair tied back in a high ponytail, blue eyes cold and emotionless. Not the Ava I once knew.
"Hi, Dylan," she said flatly, the sound of her voice like ice in my veins.
"What... what the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
Had she found out? About me? About everything?
Fuck. If she knew—if she told Camila...
"I'd love to catch up," she said with a sarcastic smile, "but I'm on a tight schedule. So let's get to it, shall we?"
She stepped closer, voice laced with venom.
"What's your relationship with Lago Othello?"
The air sucked right out of my lungs. My mouth opened, but nothing came out.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I finally stammered.
She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "Dylan, honey, let's not waste time. I don't *want* to hurt you. So before things get messy, just tell me—who are you working for?"
"Ava, what the hell's gotten into you?"
She laughed bitterly. "I should be asking *you* that, Dylan. Don't think I don't know what happened when you were seventeen."
My heart skipped. No. She couldn't know that. Only *he* and I knew what happened back then. No one else. No one.
Her voice dropped, dark and certain.
"So I was right. You *were* involved in her kidnapping."
"Ava, you're insane. You have no idea what you're talking ab—"
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Saint Or Sinner?
Romance~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. B...
