~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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*This chapter contains violence scenes and mature content*
While Sandro tied him up, I sat in a chair directly in front of him.
"You made us watch while they raped her," I hissed, the memory of that night scraping against my mind like broken glass.
Lago threw his head back and curved his lips into a lazy smirk.
"And I would gladly relive that night—just to watch you two suffer again," he spat smugly.
That was all it took. My fist flew straight into his jaw.
"Francisco's death was merciful," I said calmly, standing tall as he groaned. "Yours will be far worse. I wish you the best of luck."
I gave the order, and they turned on the projector.
The screams and desperate pleas of his daughter echoed from the speakers, her image flashing across the screen.
She was surrounded by four bulky men—hungry, savage, and ready.
Panic etched itself across Lago's face.
"Luciano... you wouldn't," he whispered.
"Oh, it's happening," Lucien cut in, voice sharp. "Right in front of your fucking eyes."
"No! That's not right! She's just sixteen!" he shouted, his tone turning pathetic.
My blood boiled. I slammed another punch into his face—this time, knocking a tooth out.
"You bastard. What's the difference between her age and Luciana's?" I growled. "You said it yourself, a life for a life. Once I'm done with your daughter... your wife is next."
"Luciano, please!" he screamed. "I know you're a monster—but you're a respectable man! Don't do this!"
I laughed coldly.
"If I had begged you back then to stop Francisco from raping my sister, would you have listened?"
He went silent.
"Exactly. You're right—it's against my principles to hurt women. But sometimes..." I stepped closer, my voice dropping. "Sometimes you *have* to break your rules to make monsters like you pay."
"Luciano... Lucien... please," he pleaded, tears filling his eyes. "Save my daughter."
Satisfaction curled in my chest like smoke.
"Moments ago you said you'd enjoy seeing us suffer again. So now, you can suffer too. We relive that day every fucking time we close our eyes. It's about time you felt even a fraction of what we've endured."
Tears spilled freely as he watched the scene unfold.
"Please... I beg you, stop them! She'll be broken for the rest of her life!"
