JAUREGUI MAFIA

Chapter 3

CAMILA

It takes me a few debilitating moments to settle my rage.

Because, seriously, who does that?

She couldn't give me thirty more seconds?

I was so close!

I'm still angry when I realize how freshly fucked I look. My hair is sticking up in every direction, I'm fully flushed from head to toe, and I smell like the sex I almost but didn't have. I need to go to the restroom and deal with this before I find Dinah and hightail it out of this wretched place.

One thing's for sure: I'm never going to Olympus again.

I can meet Green Eyes in Hell a hundred years from now, and it'll still be too soon. I know for certain that's where she's going, too. There's no doubt in my mind that there's a special place down there for someone who leave women on the cusp of coming like that.

I knock on the door three times. I'm quick to snarl when the door swings open, and I'm met with the guard's amused smirk.

Fuck him.

Fuck Green Eyes.

And fuck this stupid place.

I stomp my way to the bathroom, forcing myself to calm down.

Deep breaths.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

I repeat the mantra until I no longer feel like I'm on the verge of turning into a certain monster with a genius level IQ.

When I reach the hallway that leads to the women's restroom, I pass a man with the black woman from earlier, the one that went up to the VIP level with Green Eyes. They're too busy arguing to notice me.

In fact, they don't seem to see me at all, so I keep my head down and angle my face and body away from them, trying to mind my own business. That's Foster Care 101: keep your mouth shut, your head down, and your opinions to yourself. Passing by them, I realize that, even though two years have passed since I aged out, Foster Care 101 is still second nature to me.

Nevertheless, I'm able to catch a good look at the man before I turn away. Built like a heavyweight champion and dressed head to toe in black, he's super scary. Intimidating. The snake tattoos that dip below his shirt and wind up to his closely shaved head give me unwelcome goosebumps. They only add to his hard countenance.

A dreadful shiver runs through me, and I quickly duck into the women's restroom, eager to get away from the duo.

I'm calm by the time I'm done straightening myself out and twisting my hair into a messy ponytail. After I go to the restroom, I return to the sink, only to realize the arguing outside has gotten louder. I want to leave quietly, but the two have congregated even closer to the restroom door now. There's no way I can leave without drawing attention to myself, and my gut is telling me I should definitely not be drawing attention to myself.

There's a thud followed by a sharp cry. My breath hitches. I open the door just a crack and peak an eye outside. The scary guy has a gun in one hand and the girl's neck in the other. His body is flush against hers, pressing the rest of her onto the wall. Had he not been holding a gun in his hand, I would've classified their behavior as sexual.

But no, he's trying to intimidate her, and it's working... on me.

My jaw drops. Sure, they're in an empty hallway, but it's still a public place. There are so many eyes in the club, and the hallway has no doors. Anyone can pass by and see what's happening. With all the security positioned on the floor, I'm actually amazed they haven't been caught already. Is this guy not worried that someone can see him manhandling this girl? With a gun!