Assassin with a Heart//Camren//

Chapter 14

"Hey babe", Irene greeted Camila while kissing her cheek.

"I've told you not to call me that.", Camila said.

"Ima do whatever the hell I want. Anyway you won't believe who I ran into while walking around the Hood.", Irene squealed happily.

"Who?", Camila asked.

"The Angel of Blood.", Irene smirked.

Camila's eyes widened at Irene. It's so rare to be in the presence of the infamous silent killer. Camila wouldn't know what to do with herself if she was to ever see him.

"You're kidding right?", Camila questioned in disbelief.

"Hell no I'm not kidding! Baby I'm telling you I saw her.", Irene smiled.

Wait her?

"Hold on...the infamous assassin is a girl?!", Camila's jaw dropped.

"Oh my god yes did you not know that?", Irene chuckled.

"I always thought it was a boy.", Camila blushed.

"Well no it's in fact a she and best thing yet the rumors are false. Angel of Blood doesn't work along with the Jauregui's or the Jauregui's mysterious offspring. She works alone and always has after all these years.", Irene said.

"And why is that good?", Camila questioned.

"Becauseeeee if she isn't allied with anyone that mean she's open which is something to be taken advantage of. I told her about our alliance and persuaded her to join us. I gave her my number and everything. So don't be surprised to see a call from her.", Irene beamed proudly.

Camila scoffed "Do you honestly believe that the infamous Angel of Blood will ever consider joining our tiny mafia group when she could be part of the Hansen's or the Jauregui's?"

"Oh so do you not think we're good enough?", Irene growled.

"I didn't say anything like that I was just asking you a damn question.", Camila rolled her eyes.

Irene glared at her and grabbed Camila's throat slightly choking her. Camila gasped for air and tried to force Irene's hand off of her, but of course her weakness has to let her down.

"Don't ever question our mafia's worth ever again and don't you EVER roll your eyes at me again... do you understand me?", Irene said through gritted teeth.

"G-get your h-h-hand of m-me.", Camila gasped.

Irene rolled her eyes and pushed Camila off the bed. "I said do you understand?"

"Whatever.", Camila choked out.

Camila stood herself up and made her way out of her "fiance's" room until she felt strangling arms wrap around her waist pinning her against the wall. Small kisses and bites trailing along her neck while soft sighs escaped her mouth.

"You're forgetting that you belong to me now baby. One way or another I'll make sure that sticks in your head. You're mine and mine only. You'll learn to respect me.", Irene whispered in Camila's ear sternly yet gently.

Irene nibbled and tugged softly on Camila's ear lobe before realising the smaller girl from her hold. Camila looked back at Irene and saw in her face there was no way for her to argue against her. She gulped and left the room.

"I need to cool off.", Camila said to herself and wandered around the changing base.

She let her feet lead her to her own personal training room that her dad designed for her when she first started training. Camila felt shivers run up her spine as she remembers those miserable days where she worked non stop with barely any sleep and yet didn't improve whatsoever physically. Mentally that made her strong, but the disappointment she could see on her dad's face when they tested her was something Camila couldn't bare to see.

Camila told herself she wouldn't come back here, yet here she was. Picking up fifty pounds dumbbells and started to crunch them to her chest. Camila's frustration only grew as she kept crunching. Sweat was dripping down her forehead and neck as Camila pushed herself.

"Damn it's hot in here now.", Camila groaned as she stripped off her shirt to reveal her bra.

Camila switched out the fifty pounds for one-fifty pounds and started to work with those. Camila wasn't just working up a hell of a sweat, but she could she could feel the frustration and stress start to relieve off of her. Camila threw the dumbbells down and moved on to the heavy ropes, then the treadmill, the bar, and finally the bench.

As Camila was lifting the bench she felt a body crawl on top of her and a hand on her bare stomach. Camila put the bar back on the rack of the bench and looked up to see Irene stare down at her.

"I just came here to apologize for being so hostile with you. I'm not trying to scare you. But my god have I've been watching you for the past twenty minutes working out and I've got to say I'm extremely turned on.", Irene said in a husky tone.

"Yeah?", Camila said as she sat up helping Irene straddle her waist.

"Mhm", Irene admitted as she wrapped her arms around Camila's neck.

"I think we should do something about that then. You know considering we are finances.", Camila smirked as she started to kiss along Irene's neck.

"Oh I would love that.", Irene whispered.

"Go back to your room and undress yourself, but leave your underwear and bra on. I'll be there in a bit.", Camila commanded as she bit down on Irene's pulse point.

"O-ok", Irene moaned softly.

Irene got off of Camila and silently made her way out of Camila's training room and back down the hall to her room. Camila released a heavy breath she didn't think she was holding in. She doesn't understand where this dominance is coming from, but Camila couldn't help then to feel that aching desire she has for Irene.

She may not be the nicest of girls out there, but by god does her body look so damn sexy Camila can't contain herself. She quickly cleaned up her training room and slipped her shirt back on, for now, so no onlookers see her without a shirt on. She locked up her training room and went down the hall back to Irene's room.

She opened the door and saw Irene just like she instructed her to. Almost completely naked laying down on the bed facing her waiting patiently. Camila locked the door behind her and started to strip off her own clothing.

Camila knew she was about to do something she might regret later, but the desire she feels is more powerful than she expected.