Chapter 15: The History

1 year ago…

Camila Almada's POV

"so, I was having fun and then someone came to me. I was like, 'woah dude, you cannot just come in here like you fucking own it'" my colleague said as he was retelling his encounter with some of his exes. He was charming, no wonder that he had so many exes lying around.

"So, Camila, what about you? Got any hot tips or boyfriend that we need to know?" He asked me as I was sipping on my beer. I coughed before I was smiling at them. Some of them patted me on the back before they gave me a glass of water.

"Thanks," I said before I swallowed it. They were concerned about me.

"so, what about that bf of yours?" They asked again. Everyone was eager to know about it. I smiled at them as I was dabbing my clothes that have been on it.

"Why don't you guys talk for a bit, I just have to run this to the bathroom. I think it might stain my dress," I said before I went out of the table. They were groaning as they promised that they will make me talk about it. I smiled.

I moved toward the back as my target was on the move. It's not that they were my actual colleagues, per se, but I think by being with them every time I was doing undercover, they were like my little friends, outside of the crazy life that I had.

"where are you going, sweet cheeks?" A guy asked me as I was walking into the back alley. It was one of his bodyguards. Shit!

"Hey, watch it," I said as I was moving out of his touch. He did not look good, it was like he was drunk. Why would a bodyguard be drunk when they were on duty?

"Hey, what's going on there?" Someone asked before I went to hide among the shadows. Thank god for my cover for tonight was a black dress. I can blend it right away.

"Nothing, boss," he said before he was blinking. They think I was an imagination as I was looking through the crack of the building. It was Adam Florenz, chief of the elite forces from Portugal. What was he doing here?

"Okay, make sure you control the parameter. I don't want this to leak out," he said before he was crunching in front of someone. Someone that I was looking for.

Nicolas Garcia.

He was still in good shape as he was laying on the ground. His face, however, was bloody and he was unconscious. I did not know what was going on but my blood was running cold. Was he dead?

"I need paramedic, stat," Adam said as he was pushing Nicolas into a sitting position. He groaned as his face contorted into something else.

"Easy there, buddy. You're safe now," Adam said before he went to the bodyguards. He was about to give some of his minds about their lack of manners during duty.

I went out of the shadows as I drew my dagger. I can do this, I can do this. I can make him pay for everything that he made in the past. As I was crunching in front of him, he was breathing, shallow. good, that means he did not has much time left. I can make his misery an easy one.

"Well, well, if it isn't Nicolas Garcia," I said in a whisper as I was playing with my dagger in my hand. I don't know if he was looking at me or anything else, but I hope he will remember the last thing when he was alive was my face. He groaned. Then, he said something that I don't expect him to say.

"Just kill me now if you won't get this over with," he said in a whisper as he was trying to move the dagger under his throat. He guided my hand there. I did not expect him to take his own life.

"well, what are you waiting for?" He said as he was looking at me, well trying to look at me. I was staring at him as my face was stoic.

"you know, let me just say this once, I never had the intention to be like my father or my grandfather. They were all sick psychos but I was better than that. I am better than them. but, if this what I got for trying so hard, so be it," he said as he pressed himself into the dagger.

my thought was like this man wanted to die. Maybe I should not have given it so easy for him. Maybe I should not let him die easily.

"Why do you kill the Almada?" I asked him. He was leaning onto the wall as he drew a sharp breath. I think some of his ribs have been broken. Something stirred in me as I was looking at his poor condition. He sighed.

"why would I ever kill them? They were friends, despite that I was the head of the underworld gang but I guess their deaths were planned by my father before they died," he whispered as he was remembering something painful. His breathing was shallowing and I will not have the answer that I wanted.

"tell. me. why," I said as I was grabbing his collar. He looked at me as his light brown eyes were shining in the dim light. His eyebrows were knotted together before he realized who I was.

"you're—"

"tell me!" I whispered darkly before we were an inch apart. He looked into my eyes as I can see the emotions in his eyes.

regret, relief, lust, desire, frustration, love.

Love. Such a weird feeling to have when you were about to die when you were about to be killed by your family's arch-nemesis. He moved his hand to caress my cheek but I swatted it away.

"I thought they killed their daughter. I thought my father had backed up from his promise with them," he whispered as he was looking at me. He was drawing a sharp breath before he groaned. He was losing too much blood. I cannot lose him now. Not until he told me the truth.

"damn it!" I said before I opened up a vial and drink the cure for the wounds. I put my mouth to him and I pushed the liquid into his body. He drank it desperately but maybe he was desperate for kissing me more, I supposed.

"well, that was one way to die," he said as he was looking at me while he was leaning to look at me. His eyes were shining as his breath was going stronger now.

"This doesn't mean anything," I said as I was looking at him. He was smirking or trying to as the recovery was painful. I know how much it hurts.

"well, you always welcome into my house, Camila," he said.

Camila. He knew me. He knew my parents and still killed them. I gripped my fists even more.

"Fuck you," I said dangerously. He was chuckling before he sighed.

"well, I already fuck myself. Maybe it would be better if you were in it," he said before I scoffed at him.

"well, for your information Garcia—"

"Nicolas," he whispered.

"What?"

"It's Nicolas and you will call me as such, my love," he said as he was looking at me. I glared at him before I heard footsteps coming.

"shit!"

"What so special about him anyway?" I asked myself before I looked at his profile.

"Nicolas Garcia, sole heir to the Garcia industrial Inc," I mumbled before I looked for his address. well, his company's anyway but I think I know how to find his private house.

After I gathered all the information that I needed, I went to his house. Or should I say, mansion? His immaculate fountain in front of his fortress and no bodyguards in sight. I smiled. Oh, Garcia, you were so predictable.

I climbed into the bedroom balcony as I know which one was his. The lights were dimmed but the owner was not sleeping yet. He was far from sleeping as he was sitting in front of the fireplace, looking at them as the logs crackled.

"I thought you were not interested," he said as he was playing with it. I grimaced. How the hell he knew I was in here?

"well, you promise me answers. now, talk," I said as I was pointing Colt .45 at him. He just glanced at me over his shoulder before he leaned into his chair.

"Your parents were good. But they got involved with the bad ones," he started. I was standing to his left as he was looking at the fire.

"I bet the bad one was your father?' I asked. He nodded as he grimaced like he was remembering something awful.

"They made a deal and that deal was you," he said as the fire cracked. I froze.

deal? What deal and why it has to do with me?

"you're lying," I said as I was gripping the gun tighter. He looked at me as his shoulder was bandaged as well as his lower chest.

"tell me if I was lying to you, Camila," he said as I was looking at him. His eyes shone. I gulped. He was not lying.

And I think I liked his expression.