The Return of Rose

Chapter 8: Sister

I had ran to the kitchen and immediately knew that the scream had came from the secret basement.

Remember that door I had gone in when I discovered the guns? Well did I also mention that we kept prisoners? Or to word it better, people who betrayed us.

With a sigh, I swallowed the bile in my throat and turned the doorknob.

Maybe it wasn't her. I mean why would she be here?

At the bottom of the stairs in the dark hall, I heard talking. I knew the talking came from mafiosos. They were all Chris's men.

I opened the door where the grunts and moans of pain, came from.

I gasped as I saw Camilla strapped to a chair, her face beaten and dried blood stuck on her face. The punches that the guy was making were going to leave very ugly bruises; maybe even scars with the rings he had on.

I tucked my gun inside my waist belt and grabbed the guy's arm, twisting it back as far as it could go.

"What are you doing? You never hurt your family!" I asked in confusion.

His face didn't show pain or at least he was hiding it. He gritted his teeth as he spoke. "I could say the same. Though she is a . . " he paused to glare at Camilla. "She's a betrayer. A disappointment. A. . ."

"Alright, I get it. But why?" I asked flabbergasted. Everything was way too complicated around here.

"You'll have to ask the boss." He spits.

I let go of his arm and asked that he leave but he refused. "I just need to talk to her Miguel. I want to see if maybe I could beat her also. A little fun, or whatever. I never did like her." I said as I stared into her eyes. God, I hoped he believed my lie, only idiots will believe it. "It'll only take a minute." I pouted to Miguel and he reluctantly accepted. As he closed the door I stared at the door, not believing that he actually thought I was going to beat up Camilla.

I saw fear in Camilla's eyes, and I know that I've never seen fear in them only that one time we almost died. But she looked very weak now, mentally and physically. "Camilla, what are you really doing here?" I went behind her, and with my blade, I cut the rope to free her hands and feet.

"I. . Um.." She started tearing up and before her tears rolled down she wiped them away roughly. She didn't want to talk at the moment. She was trying to keep herself at bay. She didn't like me seeing her like this but it wasn't going to take long before she would start to bawl her eyes out. "I don't know if it's too early to talk about.." She looked at me to warn me but I nodded anyway. "Giovanni, but he's part of why I was in here. I-I. . . I'm Giovanni's sister, though I was born with a different mother. But she died of an illness."

I stared at her with my mouth wide open, my eyebrows creased. My mind was completely blank.

"I was also angry at the fact that Giovanni killed Fransisco because Fransisco was also like a father-figure to me. He took me in at age fourteen when I had run away. My father never knew but Giovanni had found out later on. After a year of seeing him happy, I just couldn't hold it in any longer, so I rushed to Giovanni's estate. I just wanted to choke him with my own hands. . . . Lana, I didn't know he was going to do that. I did-didn't know he-"

"Just continue," I demanded.

She nodded her head hesitantly, hiccuped, and continued, ". . .I wanted to know his reason so I demanded his reason for hurting you and Fransisco. Just as he was about to tell me, Chris came in being held by men with weapons against both his temples. I then had realized that he was following me. Giovanni being ignorant, told Chris I was his sister and that I had brought him information, but that was false. And it hurt Chris so much that he thought that I betrayed him and he locked me here. He never wanted to listen to my side of the story. Also Lana? Try to understand that he's also going through things. Hence the heavy drinking and his behavior. It's not my place to tell you but it definitely changed him and you need to find out about it." She looked at me with worried eyes and was also pleading me.

Pleading me that I needed to understand why he locked up his girlfriend in the cellars? Wow, she must really be in love with him to not see how stupid she sounds.

I took in a deep breath then released it. I stared at Camilla for a few seconds then went to lift her up from the chair because she looked pretty weak right now. "Come on let's go to one of the room upstairs-"

"No! Chris will kill us both." She freaked out.

"Camilla what's wrong with you. This isn't the real you. . . The old you."

"Well, things have changed Lana. You were-"

"I swear to god if you say that I haven't been here, I'm going to let you rot in here. Do you want that?" I asked frustrated.

She shook her head and followed me to the door. On the other side, Miguel was standing there narrowing his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? Look, Miguel, she looks horrible and she stinks and she has probably not even seen the sun." I frowned.

Of course, I could understand why he wanted her to stay there. Probably in his eyes, I was still a stupid murderer. And he was just obliging Chris's orders.

"That doesn't matter to me. Chris-"

"Yes I know, and I'll take care of him. I'll watch over Camilla. If anything happens, consider it my fault." I walked right past him with Camilla in tow and an angry man behind us.

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After helping Camilla in the shower, I closed the door and gave her privacy. I walked towards my bed and sat there feeling bad. To be perfectly honest, I didn't know what to feel.

I didn't know whether to feel angry that Chris put his girlfriend in the cells or to feel betrayed because Camilla is actually siblings with Giovanni, even though she told me that she didn't know his whereabouts and actions.

I slammed my back against the bed and sighed heavily as I pulled on my hair. This was getting too much for me.

"Uh, Rose are you okay?"

I got up quickly, startled by the voice that alerted me from my thoughts. I've must've been thinking for a long time, because Camilla had finally come out.

"Yeah, I just feel light-headed that's all. But how about you get some sleep-I bet you're tired. . ."

She nodded without complaining and looked up for approval if she could lay in my bed.

"Yeah, you can rest here. If you need anything, just call I'll be downstairs."

I walk downstairs slowly, feeling very faint. I knew Chris wasn't here at this hour. He was probably at his clubs checking if everything was fine, but that was just me giving him credit because maybe he went to the clubs to check if everything was fine but in reality, he was probably there to have a good time.

It was time for me to speak out everything that was on my mind. I had to before things got out of hand. And I was going to do that once Chris got home.