Phantom Love

Chapter 7

*Estrelinha POV*

"João." I gasped.

Never in my life would I ever imagine seeing him again, after 2 years. I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing right now. It's like looking at a ghost, but the ghost looked real and looked human. I thought I was gonna go crazy. Many questions filled up my mind as he looked at me.

He smiled. "Good to see you too, amor." He said as he sat back down at the singular chair. "2 years is a long time huh?" He asked.

"How?" I asked in disbelief. "You were dead. The explosion. The remains. I-I killed you." I rambled on.

"I wasn't dead Linha, I never was. Which means you never killed me." He pointed out. "As for the remains. It's true that they are human remains but did your father even bother to check if my remains were there?" He asked.

"Our supplies and weapons were limited because your team forced us to blow up our home. You also sent more than 30 of the Rebeldes to the house. There's no way we could uncover that many remains of them." I snapped.

"Well technically you and your family had a choice to not blow up your family home. You could all just escape secretly." He said calmly.

"They killed many loyal lives of the Cavalaria. In return they get what they get. Which is sending all of them to hell." I hissed.

"Still, you all could've just escaped without killing them. However, I kind of understand your point of view." He said. "So...." He trailed off. "I guess 10% of it's my fault." He said.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "João."

"Ok not enough. Then 20% of it was my fault." He said.

"João, that's not even close at all." I scolded.

"25%." He continued.

"It was 100% your fault."

"Well that's wrong because your dad would've stopped me at the beginning if he did some more digging on me instead of hiring me in a rush so his lovely daughter could have some sort of protection." He said while moving to the end of the bed. "He's not a good leader is he?" He asked while tilting his head.

I scoffed. "At least my father isn't the type of person who betrays his own family and is a jealous and whiny bitch who couldn't even handle the truth." I snarked. Reminding him of the time where his father killed my grandfather in an act of a tantrum.

His eyebrows furrowed and jaws clenched. He grabbed a hold of my ankles and pulled me down. My head hit the mattress. The headboard creaked as my arms were also pulled. I felt flames in my wrist due to the friction.

"Don't you ever fucking talk shit about my father again." He growled through his gritted teeth.

I sat back up against the pillows and gave him a glare. "You're the one who talked shit about my father first, dumbass." I hissed. He let go of my ankles and crossed his arms like a kid throwing a tantrum. "Like father, like son." I mumbled.

"I heard that." He said.

"You were meant to." I said loudly.

He scoffed. "Whatever." He muttered.

I looked down again and realized I was wearing the robe. "Did you change me?" I asked.

He smirked darkly. "It's not the first time I have seen what's under there." He said.

I gasped and gave him a frightening look. "Pervert." I muttered under my breath and looked away from him.

"I'm kidding." He laughed. "I had my maids to change you." He said.