All Chapters of Run, Camille, Run: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CAMILLE"…and release," the instructor, Madame Veronica, who I was handed to was hellbent on ripping my legs apart. We've been trying a split exercise for hours now. My whole thigh area hurt and I could barely even catch my breath."Hmm," she folded her arms. "When you said you didn't know how, I thought you were only trying to get out of work and prove stubborn. You're as stiff as a board. I haven't handled anyone as stiff as you in years." she cocked her head to the other girls who were taking turns to twirl on the poles.This was their morning warmup? They were so good. I could never be that flexible in just two days."What's going to happen to me now?" I asked. "I don't fit in. I can't…""That's not for you to worry about. Matteo makes all the decisions." her lips pulled in a smirk as she looked at my body again. I was still covered in hickeys from our encounter last."M-Matteo?" Was that his name?She rolled her eyes, "Classic Matteo to not even bother with an introduction. Well,

CAMILLE I didn't expect Matteo to agree. I had actually just asked with the intention he would refuse. So when Vito said he agreed, it was quite a shock. Just what kind of person was he anyways? The drive back home was a quiet one as I fixed my gaze out the window, watching for any familiar face that may be lurking around just lying in wait for me. Vito stepped out of the car with me. "I'm not letting you out of my sight so don't even think to try anything funny." I wouldn't even dare. The minute I turned my back to run, he would whip out a gun so fast and take me out. I guess that should be tempting enough to make me flee. Death. I've never feared it, but dying painfully and slowly would be unfair. I wanted the easy way out. "Okay," he followed me up the stairs and stood outside by the door, guarding as I walked in. The whole place was a mess, scattered like the previous night. I heaved a sigh in my own space. The absence of my father was mentally reliving for a little while unt

CAMILLEThe car pulled over at the parking lot and he got down first, striding in like he didn't just drop more than ten dead bodies in the blink of an eye. How did he sleep at night?I stepped down from the car with my backpack over one shoulder and his words still playing in the back of my mind. When he had said that, I had no words. I could only hide my face and look away.The embarrassment was clearly on my face. Jacob and I had nothing but a platonic relationship even though everyone seemed to believe we were an item.Even his girlfriend was suspicious of us and she hated our friendship. They always said a man and a woman could never be just friends and in a way they were wrong… right but wrong.Did I know Jacob had a bit of feelings for me? Yes. It was strange at first. He was a cute guy and I was just… plain old me. Sure I got a few stares and was hit on a lot, it was just different with Jacob.He saw me. Not just as something to bang but I knew at some point before we develop

CAMILLE I woke up to the ache first-- sharp and throbbing, running along my spine and settling heavy on my lower back. I tried to move but my neck groaned in protest, my legs felt cramped like they'd been twisted into unnatural positions. Just what did I do to myself? "Camille," the soft voice called again and I realized that was what woke me up. I opened my eyes to the bright room but her kind face smiled at me with concern and pity. "Oh dear, why didn't you go upstairs to your room?" I groaned as I pushed myself up, my joints screaming in protest. I was sore all over and something told me it wasn't just for falling asleep on the couch. I really pushed myself to my limit yesterday. "I didn't realise," that groggy voice didn't sound like me. I cleared my throat a few times, my eyes adjusting to the sunlight; too bright, too sharp. "What time is it?" Her eyes crinkled with a smile before she said, "As the boss would say, it's time to go to work." Shit! That's right. Just because

CAMILLEDante's kiss continued to be relentless, hard and harsh. His tongue seeking entry into my mouth, forcing me to submit to his—A sharp shove sent us tumbling apart. I gasped with my eyes flying open and my heart pounding in my chest.When did he get here? Matteo was standing between us, hands gripping Dante by the collar, his jaw clenched and fury radiating from his tense physique, but unlike him, Dante smirked.“Hello, brother,” he chuckled, glancing at me for a few seconds. “I was just about to bring her to you-”“What the hell are you doing?” Matteo growled.A few gasps and murmurs around us suddenly reminded me of where we were. I looked around to see we had gained everyone's attention and some had started to raise their cellphones.This was a disaster and it was all my fault.My lips still tingled from the kiss and I wiped my mouth. Dante had my lipstick on his mouth. He ran his tongue across his lips in an attempt to spite Matteo and it seemed it was working.Why was he a