I'm supposed to introduce myself, I guess.

My name is Camila Mastos De Cruz, I rarely give out my real name, so this is a first.

I have been experiencing a lot of firsts.

Where should I begin? I live a life on the run, never in one spot for too long. It's too risky in my line of work; one mistake could mean a life behind bars. Or, worse, a bullet to the head.

I grew up in a life of extreme luxury, my father owning almost everyone in Brazil. Carlos Monteiro Cruz ran the biggest underground drug operation in four decades, feared by many. That was my dad, the one I looked up too. I know now why he taught me everything he knew on about how to stay alive - training me since I could remember.

My father was murdered when I was sixteen leaving me abandoned. But, I know what you're thinking, such a tragic story. But at that point, I was already numb and ready to live my life how I wanted, on my terms. I could do this better than my father did. I would never make the same silly mistakes.

My father's first mistake was me.

It made him vulnerable.

I will never be vulnerable.

Or, that was the plan until I fell in love with Lucas Fontes. We were partners with like minds, and a hunger for passion-passion for adventure, passion for stealing costly things from wealthy people in high places.

But he betrayed me.

I am, after all, my father's daughter.

And now I sit in a pool of my blood, a knife sticking out of my stomach. But It does not end here for me as I thought. Something happens, an extraordinary and charming man comes out of the shadows to kneel before me with an offer of a lifetime.

As I bleed to death.

Whatever he is offering I have no choice but to agree, because I am dying.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Camila

Fairy Godmother Inc. (Book 4- Raine's Little Liar)

I gasped when he grabs me from behind, and somehow I twirl into him, my heart pounding. All of my senses are on high alert, my intuition ringing the warning sirens. I might have screamed from how quickly I collided into his broad chest. Raine looks different as I stare up at him, and I wildly wonder how badly I hurt him by the bracelet. He's dangerously pale, and there are deep circles under his eyes. His black hair is wild and hangs in his face like some wicked vampire king here to take my soul. 


"So, now you want Brayja?" he whispers. "Now that I broke your golden heart?" 


I swallow and look around to see if anyone sees this, which could be devastating. I can't let this man be my downfall. 


I need to see the red flags instead of ignoring them because he's beautiful, lust altering my decisions. 


I guess I'm just a sucker for pretty things... 


"Searching for him?" he whispers, and it sends a warning thrill down my neck. 


Chapter 14