You Really Think That Was Smart?

-A Month Later-

I sighed contently as I looked at the garden below. I try to limit my encounters with anyone in this house, minus Mateo, to a bare minimum, and that included Issac.

Something about him was off to me, the way he didn't like his brother talking to me, even though Oliver had been rather respectful, how he tries to have as much physical contact as possible, how he'll make me pretend to be his girlfriend. It all rubbed me the wrong way.

The good news was, he would let me hang out with Amelia, a lot. I really liked Amelia, she was kind, sweet, and outgoing. He said something about it being a business move, but I could honestly care less.

Other habits would also mess with my head, mostly because it would bring back memories of... him. I did my best to suppress those memories though. Instead trying to focus on a fictional world where I'm reunited with the one person I care for the most, May.

I have regular calls with her, it helps, but it can't erase the hell I'm in, but that's not on her. That's on the piece of shit I call a dad.

No one's life is perfect I suppose, mine just happens to be being sold to a mafia leader by the one person who's supposed to protect me like his life depends on it.

A knock on the plain white door brought me back to reality and away from my thoughts.

"Come in." I yelled loud enough for the person on the other side to hear. Mateo came in and offered me a warm smile.

"Boss says he needs to see you in his office." Mateo said awkwardly, unsure of what to do I suppose.

"Why?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows.

"I'm not sure, hun. All I know is that you definitely do not want to waste any time thinking about why he's called you to his office and just go." He said with a sad sigh. I nodded and with that he left the room.

I straightened out my skirt and moved a strand of my black hair out of my tan face. I was able to pick out what I wanted to wear most days, so the days I picked stuff out, I looked pretty badass.

I walked down the long hallway to his office. I had only been there one other time when he had to tell me about being his date to a "business partners" wedding.

I knocked on the door lightly, three times. I heard a "come in!" and with that I opened the mahogany door. He sat at his glazed over wooden desk. He put a hand through his black disorderly hair as I entered. He had on his usual attire, a dress shirt with dress pants and a tie along with a coat of some kind.

"Close the door please." He stated. I closed the door before turning back to him. "Come, sit." He said gesturing to the seat in front of him.

Even though I was scared, I was slightly more excited. I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, he had decided to give me back.

We sat in silence for a moment before he broke it by standing up and leaning in between the two chairs. I kept my gaze glued to my lap as his gaze was kept intently on me. His eyes boring into my head. I didn't say or do anything, I really only did the bare minimum with everyone here, minus Mateo.

His fingers went under my chin and he tilted my head to make me look up at him.

Hey have you heard of personal space? Obviously not, because you're still doing this shit.

"Stand up." He ordered. I did as he said and stood in front of him as he leaned against his desk casually.

He leaned in too quickly for me to react. His lips connected with mine and I quickly stood back before I went and slapped him, and hard. He held his cheek as though he was amazed I would even retaliate. To be honest, I had been dying to do that since I met the bastard.

He quickly stood up, obviously mad that I had slapped him. He quickly grabbed my wrist, making all of my attempts to make him stay away futile, and pinned me to the wall.

"You really think that was smart, Camila? Because here's the thing, I fucking own you. I could kill you, skin you, do as I please with you, and I haven't done shit to you, so I'd recommend you-" I didn't let him finish his little rant about how I should be fucking nice to him.

I quickly brought my knee to where the sun don't shine. He let go and doubled over, I pushed him to the ground and ran through the house and down the stairs.