Chapter 4
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"oh my goodness!! He is so hot! He's so f*****g hot. He's such a hottie. Girly, you really rock" Zia giggled in surprised from behind. She caught the moment Santos placed soft kisses on her neck.
Camila rolled her eyeballs in disgust.
"Oh my god! What's his name?" Zia got entraced at Santos gorgeous body. She wished she had walked on them earlier so she will get to see that awesome physique clearly.
"Mila, okay I promise. I won't be leak mouth. I just want to know hiss nane and that's all" Zia said and Mila sent her a look, server for solidarity.
"Holy Christ. What type of ugly humans am I coming across this days! Heavenly father, be with your daughter" Camila muttered a short prayer.
Her eyes landed on the files the stranger had dropped earlier. "You gave just twenty four hours to sign this!..."
Camila scoffed at such audacity of his. She opened the files anyways and read it's content.
She scoffed, feeling even more disgusted. She tossed the files into the trash bin and waved the thoughts off her mind. It's just a mere, ordinary thoughts. After all, he doesn't know where she lives.
Her uncle would have called one of the reverend sisters to inform her if he was in some sort of trouble.
The stranger must be joking!.
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When it was quarter past six, Camila left the store, to her apartment. Sister Valerie saw to that. It was part of the agreement that she won't be staying out long.
She got into her apartment and couldn't find Simba. He was no where to he found. She dropped her bag and went out to ask her neighbors if they had seen Simba.
"He's with me!" Jeremy answered.
"Oh, thank you so much for keeping him" Camila said and winked at her dog who barked in response.
"Do you want to take him now?" Jeremy asked.
"Nope, he can stay with you for sometime, I still have some things to do. Till later " Mila replied politely and left.
She had a warm bath and did her skincare routine after which she changed into her nightmare. She then got into the kitchen to find something to eat.
She brought out a loaf of bread from her fridge and the jar of netulla. She had barely open it when her ringing phone interrupted her.
"Uncle Lewis!"
Camilla's heart skipped a beat. It was her uncle. This could only mean one thing, the stranger isn't joking...
Camilla's hand trembled as she swiped the answer button. Her uncle is the only relative of hers that she know. She can't lose him. Not for anything.
"Hello, uncle " she answered, hoping she won't hear what was on her mind.
"Hello, I'm I unto Miss Camila?" She heard.
"Yes, is there any problem?" She answered.
"I'm Doctor Fernando, I'm calling from Downhill hospital..your uncle was rushed in few hours ago by a good Samaritan. Your attention is needed urgently in the hospital. He might lose his life if you're not here on time. His situation is really critical "
Camila's eyes dropped. She let go of the table knife she had at hand on the loaf of bread.
Her mouth, clamped shut. She had no words except "Alright, I will be there..."
"The earlier, the better " the doctor said. Be dropped the call.
Camilla dropped her phone slowly. A shiver worked it's way down her spine. Thinking of what to do, she had no one to call. She could have called the sisters in the convert to inform them but then, she doesn't want to feel like a liability to anyone, she doesn't always want to bore them with her personal issues.
Camila hastily rushed into her bedroom, she changed into the first dress her eyes touched.
She rushed out.
"You're putting on two different pairs of slippers" Jeremy said from behind.
"Ohh that! Thank you" she slammed her forehead and returned inside to change it.
She rushed out, her heart thrumpling in unrest.
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"Are you Miss Camila Belle Luca?" The doctor asked.
Camila nodded positively.
"How is my uncle?" She asked in a cracky voice which soon changed into tears. They fell off her pretty eyes like tiny droplets.
"Your uncle's situation is very critical. He has lost lot of blood. From the observation, he was beaten, he couldn't even open his eyes properly. We've put him on some medications but we need money to commence the full treatment " Doctor Fernando replied.
"How much?" Camila wiped the tears off her innocent face.
"One thousand dollars" the doctor replied.
Luckily, Camila still has ten thousand dollars in her account, which was like her life savings. Removing a thousand dollars won't affect her right.
"Alright, I will go pay at the reception. Please doctor, I want my uncle to be fine. Please I beg of you, he is the only one I have" she pleaded in tears.
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"Uncle, are you okay now?" Mila asked. She pressed Lewis hands softly.
The old man's head was bandaged, his arm was also bandaged. The wounds on his face were plastered as well.
"What exactly happened? Did you get into a fight?" She asked, curiously.
Luca whimpered in pain.
"He's after my life" he managed to speak. Camila's mind flashed back to the dangerous looking stranger, but she doesn't want to jump into conclusions yet. Her uncle won't have anything to do with a guy as dangerous as that right?...
"Who's after your life?" She questioned.
"Santos Leonardo.... He wants to kill...k...me" Luca stammered, then it dawned on Camila that everything the stranger said were true. She adjusted the way she sat on the chair beside her uncle's sick bed.
Luca let out pitiful tears. "I'm sorry, Camilla! I'm really sorry!....I caused you trouble this time" he let out in anguish.
"He is going to kill me! I'm going to die" Luca wept like a cry baby.
"I don't understand. I mean this is crazy! Can't we report to the police" Camila let out, fear clouded up her vision.
"It doesn't work like that Camila, he is a Mafia Don. He has polices wrapped around his fingers" Luca replied.
"Soooo????" Camilla drawled.
"Nothing, I think I'm going to die. A sorrowful death. He will soon come for me " Luca wept.
"No way uncle, you are not going to die just like my parents did. If you die, then I have failed ad my father's daughter" she let out.
She continued. "He showed up earlier at my workplace to threaten me. He will only keep you alive if I be his slave for 30days" she pressed her lips together. She wiped her face with the back of her palm for the uptenth time.
"You can't do that. He's gonna hurt you. Just let me die, Mila " Luca managed a whisper.
"No way, uncle. Please. Just let me do this for you uncle. Just once please! Your situation is really critical, please uncle, let me help you" Mila uttered, submissively.
"No you can't Mila. He is dangerous " Luca replied.
Mila stood up, defiance in her stance. "I will do it, uncle. He said I have just 24hours to sign the contract else he will come for you which means the more I waste my time standing here, the more your time ticks. I need to go. I need to go sign the contract" Mila said in a state of unrest. All Luca's pleas to stop her fell on deaf ears as she hurried out.
She flagged a taxi down and got in. Soon she was back at the store. Zia was about locking the door but she came right in time.
"Are you okay?" Zia asked on noticing the traces of wet tears on her cheek.
"I forgot something" she pushed her way in and checked the trash bin but it has been emptied already.
"Where did you pour this?" She pointed at the empty trash bin.
"There...." Zia pointed outside.
"Is anything wrong?" She added but Mila said no words to her. She watched her as she searched through the heap of rubbish. She doon stopped. It seems like she saw what she was looking for.
"Goodnight, Zia " was the response she got. She watched her fled away.
"Is Mila alright?" Zia asked no one in particular.
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"Hello, this is Camila... Camila Luca!" Mila said over the phone. She had his number, she saw it stated in the contract.
"Finally signed it?" She heard him scoffed over the phone.
"At least my uncle is free right?" She asked, impatiently..
"Not so fast, baby girl! Until you move in with me. I'm sure you read the contract well" he replied her.
"I need to move in with you!" She gasped in horror.
"Well yeah, the earlier, the better " he replied and dropped the call.
"Hello.....hello" Mila dropped the call, her heart thrumpling heavily.
Her uncle is still not safe. She needed to move in with the monster. The scariest man she has ever seen in her life!
"What an ill luck!"...she muttered.
"Just 30 days. Mila, 30 days " she calmed down and started packing up.
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