Camila's POV
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"So you're leaving this house to move to an even bigger one?" Mason mumbles, throwing himself onto my now empty mattress.
I huff for the millionth time and send him a scowl but luckily Ava beats me to saying what's on both our minds. "Can you just shut the fuck up and pack? Seriously you've been holding that box this whole time. While we," She motions between us, "Have been doing all the heavy lifting."
Mason's dark brows lift, "And I'm expected to do the heavy lifting because?"
I narrow my eyes at the man child before me. My best friend was this close to driving me insane.
Even if I had spent the last three weeks of my break from school alone, one minute with him and I was already wishing I had a needle and thread to see his big fat mouth shut.
Why I choose to waste my time with such an idiot is beyond me, but Mason was the first ever friend I made when I came to America, and we just clicked.
And our friendship had only strengthened last year when we both found out we were being held back and couldn't graduate. So, while everyone else in our year - including Ava, my only other friend - was eighteen, Mason and I were nineteen.
And his presence had lessened the shame I felt when I stepped into the atrocity that was school.
I cast a glance between Ava and I, noting our relatively dainty bodies in comparison to his. "Because you do this lifting shit at the gym." I reason crossing my arms coming to solidarity with Ava.
Ava may have been the schools soccer star but she was no where near as strong as Mason and his muscular physique.
Mason pouts his lips and glances between us. "No fair, you guys always gang up on me."
Ava scoffs from next to me, throwing her cornrowed hair into a bun. "No. It's always us against Cam's bitchy ass."
"Fuck off." I say rolling my eyes only for them to widen as I watch Mason get up and open the first drawer of my dresser.
The one I told the movers to stay away from.
I lunge forward but it's already too late, and I'm left to watch in horror as Mason takes out the pink sparkling silicone device.
I stop and purse my lips, sending a side glance to Ava who's face tells me she's about to burst into a fit of laughter.
He glances at it and then turns his face up to us, his brows scrunching in confusion while his hands throw the foreign object around and fiddle with it, absentmindedly.
"What's this?" He glances at Ava's face, and I watch as it clicks. "Oh fuck-" His face turns into one of disgust as he throws it onto the bed and Ava and I burst into a fit of laughter. "Why the hell do you of all people have a vibrator?!"
I shrug walking towards my bed. "Because I can't fit anything in there yet and so this baby is the thing that does it." I say picking up the vibrator.
"No, I mean why the fuck do you- a virgin need a vibrator. Not to mention you could literally have that thing replaced by any guy at school in a heartbeat." He says, watching me as I take it towards my personal carry on bag, away from anyone's eye.
Not only was it pricy but it was extremely hard to get without having anyone find out that I- their sweet little Camila wanted to explore my body.
"Yeah, aren't you the same girl that didn't let Rodney Richardson get past second base on the ski trip Christmas break?" Ava pipes in jumping on my now empty bed.
My face scrunches up in disgust at the memory of that sleaze bag. "Rodney couldn't even fuck my mouth properly, you think he could do any better down there?" I say then turn back to Mason. "And also I'm a virgin by choice. In not gonna let just any man put their nasty hands on my Coochie. This shit is a gold mine. " I retort.
I pride myself on self care and no ones gonna get the privilege to be the first to touch me there unless I'm certain their worth it.
Mason pouts at me mockingly and I know he's gonna say something stupid about it. "Awe is princess Cam waiting for the perfect man to come and stick his finger in her million dollar pussy?"
I scrunch my face up at his crude remark. "Yeah, and what about it mommy issues? You don't see me going around making fun of you for only getting hard at the thought of old wrinkly tits." I spit as Ava and I shiver in disgust.
Mason's eyes narrow. "They're not old. They're mature." He defends, before he shrugs. "And you'd be surprised at how well they take care of me and mine." He says patting his crotch.
I roll my eyes and Ava sits up on the bed, looking between us. "Am I the only person in here with a normal sex life?"
"Probably." I nod, before smirking at her. " I bet you get more pussy than our boy Mason here."
Mason rolls his eyes and sends me the finger as I snicker at my best friend- who happens to be too attractive to be into older women. Specifically married, middle aged rich women who don't mind spoiling him.
I hear the front door downstairs open and I rush to hide the vibrator knowing that Ethan along with everyone else views me as their innocent little angel and I wouldn't want to ruin that image any time soon.
Mason and Ava bid their goodbyes as Ethan walks into my bedroom, pecking my cheek in greeting.
"Ready to go, Principessa?" He asks, his smooth italian accent coating the endearment.
I nod, grabbing my bags while the movers take the rest of my belongings and follow Ethan out into the car waiting for us.
But I pause for half a second to bid goodbye to my childhood home.
The place mamá raised me and the place I will forever cherish.
But it's time for change.
Camila's POV The Gonzalez family manor isn't far from my house and I can't decide if it's a blessing or a curse that I'd have to finish out the rest of my senior year at the private high school. "You're gonna love it here, Principessa. You'll be closer to me and all the other men in the inner circle." Ethan says in my ear as I stare out of the window and out onto the secluded road we turn onto. Our driver brings us to a stop outside a large iron gate armed with cameras and men situated outside - men who are doing a poor job at hiding their firearms. Firearms that make me extremely uncomfortable. Even if my family was deeply rooted with the Italian mafia, I was not one who enjoyed violence nor was I exposed to it. I was always sheltered away from that side of La Famiglia and I wanted to keep it that way. The window rolls down allowing one of the intimidating men to approach the car. Instinctively, I tense and recoil back but luckily Ethan's right there to wrap his arm around me and
Camila's POV Sleep was something that never came naturally unless I was accompanied by mamá. Knowing that she was going to lay next to me and watch over me until I fell asleep was always what lulled me into a state of bliss. And so it only made sense that I couldn't fall asleep in this new beautiful room. The anxiety of being in a new place was driving me insane and so when I realize sleep wasn't going to come I sit up in my bed. I'd spent my day meeting some of the men and getting to know the staff. I'd lived a comfortable life with mamá, but we weren't wealthy enough to have maids, groundkeepers and others working on call. This was a different type of wealth. The rest of my night had been spent in my new room where I'd gotten ready for bed. Knowing I was in the comfort of my room, I slipped on my favorite two piece sleepwear set. It was a white two piece number, a mixture of lace and silk which made me feel cute yet sexy at the same time. It clung to my hourglass frame, the s
Camila's POV Deciding I wanted to just leave, I tightened my arms around myself and nod hesitantly. His eyes holding regret and uncertainty, scan my face before he goes to step closer but then stops himself as if thinking better of it. "Please don't hesitate to let me know if there is anything I can do. I know my actions don't prove it, but I am here to help m." He says seriously. I stare back at him, my tears drying on my face as I give him an unconvinced nod, knowing all I wanted was to stay away from him. But before he can say anything else, I turn and scurry off into my bedroom, only allowing myself to breathe once I know I'm in the safety of my bed. It didn't take a complete genius to realize that was Alejandro Gonzalez - the man that was to be taking care of me. Yet he seemed anything but caring. . . . Breakfast was served first thing in the morning and it was like tradition for all the men to gather and eat together in the dining room. I make my way down the stairs afte
Camila's POV His thoughtful gaze moves to my comforter as he sighs. "Ethan told me about your liking to wear nice things that make yourself feel good. So please don't stop because of a stupid comment I made." He looks up meeting my eye. And although I don't want to, I believe in his sincerity. "What if it happens again?" My tone is soft and hesitant. Alejandro's head snaps up to mine as a hard look covers his face, "It won't. I won't. You have my word." I nod, believing him, but the frown on my face stays put. "What if the others say something?" His hard eyes turn cold and I momentarily think that I have done something wrong. I lean away from him, the action causing his face to soften in realization. "If anyone says anything or does anything, you come to me and tell me, yes?" It's not a question and my heart momentarily warms at the genuine concern in his voice. He moves closer, staring into my eyes with a look of promise. "I'll handle it, okay?" "Okay." I smile, the surge of com
Camila's POV I never thought I would be looking forward to attending school but being on personal holiday had really taken a toll on me. So much so that I was now excited to go to school. Saint Simmons Collegiate Institute was arguably the worst place on earth. Yes, it was a prestigious institute where affluential figures sent their kids to study before they were sent off to Ivey leagues, but to me, it was yet another daily reminder of just how much of a failure I was. Not only was I held back a year for my poor grades, but I wasn't much of a social butterfly.But that was besides the point. Today, I was excited and it all had to do with the fact that a certain handsome Italian man was taking me. I spent a long time getting ready, making sure my full morning routine was complete. I prided myself on self care and my luxurious bathroom made it so much easier. I never wasted time and expensive products on doing my makeup for school of all places, but today was an exception. A litt
Camila's POV Alejandro was finished approximately seven minutes later and I only knew because I stopped hearing curses in Italian that even I didn't know. And when he did come out, I made sure to hold my chin in my palms, cross my ankles behind me to stop them from swinging back and forth in mid air, while plastering a sweet smile on my lips. I bet I looked irresistible. He walks out now clad in only a pair of white briefs, too distracted using the towel in his hand to dry his hair to notice me. I sneak a peek down at his muscular thighs, my gaze naturally drifting little higher before my cheeks heat and I snap my eyes away, grateful that he had yet to notice me. Yep. He was packing. My focus returns to my phone and the cool air hitting the skin of my thighs from where my skirt rode up, sends goosebumps through me. Id quickly learned that I was a sight no man could pass up. Even the teachers at my school weren't expect from that for I had caught their wandering eyes and lustful
Camila's POV Upon my entrance he looks up, his sharp blue eyes behind the thick rimmed glasses widening at me but I didn't pay any mind. I was far too upset, needing someone to hold me and tell me how amazing I was. I knew It wouldn't be the same as hearing it from my new favourite Italian man, but it would do for now. I click the lock shut, which only meant one thing and William leans back in his chair giving me room to take a seat on his lap. I do but instead of straddling him, I sit facing his desk, my back pressed to his front and I hear no complaint form him. "Cam, I heard about your mother. I'm so sorry, sweetheart." He says and I can hear the frown in his voice as I close my eyes enjoying the feeling of him wrapping his arms around me from behind. I wiggle trying to get comfortable, the erection now digging into my ass getting annoying and he spreads his legs adjusting himself so it's not in the way. Did I also mention William got hard at the mere sight of me? Yeah, it wa
Camila's POV By the time six pm rolls around, I'm in my room composing some music for an orchestra night, my talk with Mason still fresh in my mind. I needed to tone it down. And according to Mason, I was far too over dramatic to know how to do that. But I was going to prove him wrong. "Miss Camila?" Comes a voice from my open bedroom door. "Camila." I correct, turning towards Divya, one of the house maids who stands at my door. "Just call me Camila."She nods and I watch the tension pour off of her as her posture relaxes. "Dinner's ready."Divya was relatively young, about my age. Which was probably why I felt so comfortable around her. "Where is Alejandro... and Ethan?" I add after realizing that it'd be weird for me to be so curious about just Alejandro's whereabouts. "They will be joining. Mr. Gonzalez only ever misses a family dinner when he's away on business." "Perfect. Thanks!" I beam up at her, my mood instantly lifting as I jump up and follow after her."Does my hair
Camila's POV I hastily roll onto the ground ducking down behind my bed and away from the window. I then glance around and spot the door. I crawl closer but upon realizing I was still in the view of the window, I drop onto the ground and shuffle to the door. When I get to the door and crawl into the hall, I immediately dart up and dash towards the large black double doors. "Alejandro..." I call wearily, knocking impatiently. He doesn't answer but I try again, this time pounding harder as I cast a nervous glance to my bedroom door. "Alejandro!" What if they just got in my room and realized I was out here? The thought terrifies me and before I can open the door to his bedroom, I freeze at the sound of footsteps nearing from behind me. I wasn't alone. And then someone spoke my name. I scream and whirl around only to see Alejandro's large familiar form, staring back at me, cringing as he holds his ear. "Cazzo." When I register it's just Alejandro, I stop and snap my mouth shut, bri
Camila's POV Ethan was the equivalent of a sumo wrestler in his sleep. Which was why when I woke up and noticed that he was in bed next to me with his disgusting foot in my face, I wasn't surprised. I wanted Alejandro to stay and hold me, but he must have left when Ethan came back. The events of last night came flooding back to me and I breifly wondered what Alejandro did to those men. I debate asking, but think better of it when I realize how slim the chances of Alejandro - a Don - letting them go unscathed are.Alejandro was a calm and rational man for someone in the criminal world, but that was only because his vile side was hidden and only came out at times it needed to be. Breakfast was served later on weekends, giving me enough time to get ready and cover up the faint bruises with concealer. And by the time I make it into the room, I'm the last one at the table. I walk in the room and instantly feel the everyone's eyes snap to me. Many of the men came by earlier to ask me
Camila's POV In an instant Ethan is walking forward and it's when I see his familiar face that I grow hysterical once again and run into his arms. He holds me in his arms as he mutters something to Alejandro. I look back at Alejandro who is busy removing his blazer and rolling up his sleeves. "This will only take a minute, get her out of here." He throws over his shoulder to Ethan who nods."Let's go, Tweety." He mumbles in my ear placing kisses on my forehead as he leads me downstairs and out of the club. I retell Ethan the story in more detail than I did to Alejandro as he walks me up to my bedroom. Making sure to keep out the part about Monique when he asks me how I got down there. It wasn't her fault but knowing Ethan or even maybe Alejandro they would reprimand her for it anyways. "I'm sorry." I speak softly regretting all my choices as I get into my bed. "Don't be. It's not your fault." Ethan says, sitting on the edge of my bed, worry evident on his features. "You sure you
Camila's POV The man lets go of my arm and shoves me forward, causing me to stumble onto the ground. "Puttana, wouldn't do shit anyways." Gio spits angrily, shaking his head.Before I can even think, i'm on my feet and sprinting towards him. "Alejandro." I breathe, running into his arms and grabbing onto him for dear life. Instinctively he wraps a protective arm around me, tucking me into his side where I bury my head into him."Out." It's only one word but the order is enough to have me hearing various shuffling feet, before the room goes quieter than before, the only sound coming from my hysterical sobs. Alejandro's voice is the first one to break the silence. "Tell me what happened, Camila." I hear him speak. Despite the tension racking through his body, he tightened his arm around me. I lift my head out of his side and look up at him. His face is composed and collected, yet when he glances down at me, I see the alarm swimming through his dark gaze. His free hand moves the hair
Camila's POV I turn my head to where she's looking and spot two men glancing down at us from what seems to be a smaller second floor. One is younger looking with a big nose and the other is older looking with slightly grey hair.They're standing on the balcony looking down at us and when I connected eyes with the older man, he winks, whispering something into the younger mans ear, subtly pointing towards us."He wants you." Monique sings and I don't return her excitement as I glance back at her. "If Mr.Gonzalez is here, your best shot at getting to him will be up there. And that guy is your best ticket." My brows furrow. She had it all wrong, I wasn't a dancer trying to get with Alejandro. But before I can clear up the misunderstanding, I feel a hand on my forearm and I turn to see the younger man from the balcony. He sends me a rushed smile before resting his hand on my back and guiding me away from Monique.I look up at Big Nose with a frown. "Excuse me." I say trying to move out
Camila's POV Alejandro hasn't driven me to school all week, instead, he sends Marco to do it. And while I love blasting Taylor Swift and One Direction on purpose to annoy him, a part of me misses Alejandro. But the hurt is still there, slowly eating away at my heart. At first it was from his hurtful words but now it's from the way he doesn't even seem to regret them. Not with the way he's been acting at least. He's been avoiding me all week and on the rare occasion when I would catch a glimpse of him, he would ignore me. It gets so bad that by Friday i'm over that sac of shit and ready to move on. Only I still long to see him.Ugh, I hate catching feelings. Since it's the Friday where we had important guests over, I was locked away in my bedroom, all alone with nothing but the things in my room to keep me entertained. I did everything I could think of to pass the time, I bathed, did my skincare, painted my nails and toes a baby blue to match my sheer baby blue night tie with w
Camila's POV The second we got home, Alejandro abandoned me, disappearing somewhere in the manor while he spoke on the phone animatedly in Italian. Only I couldn't understand half the words he was spewing and I knew it was because I had yet to learn those curse words. In the meantime, I spent my time trying to get to know the other men in the house. I had taken a liking to Marco. Aside from being almost seven feet tall, quiet, always grumpy, and having an abnormally sweet tooth, he didn't talk much. The only time he would talk would be to tell me to politely shut up or let me know how annoying I was. I loved it. He was large. A couple inches taller than Alejandro and built like a football player, which would explain why he treated the gym as his second home. But spending time with him was something I grew fond of for he never walked around on eggshells like most of the other men did. "Marco!" I yell walking through the halls of the main floor in search of him. For such a larg
Camila's POV Alejandro drives me to school that next morning and I'm thoroughly surprised, yet I'm definitely not complaining. I don't know what made him change his mind, but I can't help the rush of excitement at the fact that he might actually be warming up to me. I still can't get a good read on him, nor have I ever caught him glancing at me with any desire or interest. And I briefly wonder if it's because I'm not his type or if I'm not attractive enough. The little bits of attention I've received from him are all relatively polite and all the affection is initiated by me. He has yet to show any signs of liking me. "I'm relatively attractive right?" I question out loud playing with the fries on my lunch tray. "Fishing for compliments and it's only what...." Mason checks his phone. "Noon?" He sends me a sarcastic smile from across the lunch table.Picking up a fry I flick it at the idiots forehead, it drops to the ground but he picks it up and slips it into his mouth anyways.
Alejandro's POVIt's a soft laugh, one I'd think to be somewhat charming had it not been at my expense. My hand tightens around the steering wheel, and I debate only for a moment what it would be like to put a brat like her, in her place. Before pushing the thought aside and letting it go.She was not the girl and I was not going to go there with her. "Seatbelt." I order, before driving out of the parking lot, making sure to remind myself that the man she called her tutor was getting into a red convertible. "Did you eat?" "Not yet." She waves off before turning towards me. "How was your day?" She says, sounding genuinely interested, and I momentarily pause. The only person to ask me about my day in so long and show genuine interest is a nineteen year old girl I was practically babysitting. I slump back into my seat."Irritating."I cast a glance towards her to see her frowning at me with her pink lips. "Anything you want to talk about?" Her voice is soft, almost hesitant and I sha