When a young girl's parents are stripped of life from the Russian Mafia, seeking vengeance, Camilla Martinez turns to the only man who can help avenge the death of her parents, Luciano Moretti.
It's been two days, nearly three since I kissed Cami, and it seems as though she's been avoiding me like the plague. I'd move on from the situation had it not been for the feeling of her lips being engraved in my brain. I literally cannot get her out of my head. Most of my days are filled with the thoughts of her and I hate that. She is literally the only thing on my mind.
Why did I kiss her? And why do I feel guilty for doing it? Maybe because I didn't ask for her permission...or maybe it's because I know Luciano likes her...but I like her too.
"Vincent." Camila raised her hand, putting it in my face, and waved. "Hey, you okay?" I could see that her face was morphed into an expression of concern and curiosity.
"Yeah, I'm okay." I state plainly, side stepping her.
"You don't seem okay." She mocked, nudging my shoulder. "You've been out of it all morning, staring off into the distance. I wasn't gonna say anything, but I'm a little concerned...so..." she placed her hands on her hips, breathing out heavily from her long winded dialogue.
"I said I'm alright. Let's just finish so I can go back to my room." I rolled my eyes and pointed to the pull up bar.
"Fuck it. I was just trying to be nice. But okay." She threw her hands up in a defensive way, walking away from me to get to the bar.
As she was about to jump up, a figure caught her eyes, Luciano's figure that is.
"What are you doing down here? Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" She asked him.
He simply shrugged, stepping closer to her. "I still have a job, cami, not legal, but a job nonetheless. I'll be fine." He assured her to which she shot up a brow.
"I don't care about your pride right now, you should be in bed, getting better so you can be the best boss you can be." She scolded him in a motherly tone, her hands resting on her hips as she shifted her weight to one leg.
"Well that's easy for you to say. You don't have thousands of people working for you nor do you have to protect said people. I took an oath to serve and protect this Mafia. And I will do that. I am a man of my word." He challenged.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever. Listen, all I'm saying is you should just rest. That's how you will get better. What will you do if you pop a stitch? Or over work yourself until you can go on no longer?"
"Your doctor specifically said no physical activity until the wound is healed, you're just being hard headed." She groaned .
"I'm fine Cami, see?" He side steps her, reaching up to grab the bar before pulling himself up a couple of times
