FALLING FOR THE DON

CHAPTER 4 : THE DON

~Camila's POV

Eva brought another food like he said she would, and I ate it Reluctantly. I went back to bed after eating the food.

I guess I should follow his simple commands from now on, he owned me now. Whether I liked it or not, my life belonged to him

He is being a nice person by making me stay in this room, some people would rather I stay in a basement or an alley, or a junkyard, or something.

…

I woke up to a beautiful sunrise. The stripes gleamed from the window and reflected all over the room. It pissed me off that I did not know the time. That was one thing that made this place feel weird, I am trapped alone somewhere, and I don't even know the time.

It was probably still early in the morning.

I got out of bed and I went to the toilet directly. I brushed my teeth but I didn't bathe, there wasn't any clothes for me to change into.

I went to sit on a chair afterwards, hoping and waiting for someone to come inside the room, most preferably Eva.

I stood up from the chair, and I paced around the room, checking from shelves to drawers, finding nothing meaningful to do.

The door slid open, the man from yesterday walked in. He looked a lot different from last night; he was dressed in casual clothing, his hair was messy, but he was still very handsome.

“Did you have a nice night?” He asked as he found himself a place to sit. His voice didn't sound mean like it did last night.

“I did, thank you,” I said to him. I couldn't face him directly, so I put my head to the floor.

“The maids will get you clean clothes shortly. Get dressed. We have somewhere to get to,” he said sternly.

“Sir?”

His gaze stayed glued to me.

“You heard me. Don't play dumb. I'd give you an hour,” he said.

I nodded to him.

I don't have a choice, do I?

I hope he wasn't planning to sell me too. I liked being here, not literally, but it feels kind of safe.

He exited the room. The door slammed shut behind him.

I sat at the edge of the bed. Thinking. That's the only thing I could do for now.

The maids walked in with a lot of bags in their hands.

All those couldn't be for mine, could they?

They arranged the bags into my closet without my permission.

I just sat there, watching them.

Dresses, coats, shoes, and purses, in designer brands I couldn't name.

My aunt did shopping for me, but I'd tag that as a minor shopping, this was a major one — a full closet setup.

They took about thirty minutes to get done, they even went through lengths of picking out a dress for me to wear. A blue knee length dress that was sure to fit me perfectly.

I quickly got dressed. I did not want to upset my buyer. Eva came to get me right on time, and she took me to meet my buyer.

My eyes ran through the mansion. It was a lot bigger than Aunt Diana's. My buyer was damn rich.

I was staring at the cars parked at the side of the building when I spotted him. He was talking to two men who seemed to be harmed. I could swear I saw them with guns.

No… That can't be real… Only military men were allowed to carry guns around. We walked towards him. Eva bowed and she turned to leave.

‘Don't leave me to him,’ I almost said. I was a bit afraid of him. His expression was the coldest I had ever seen on a person's face. He studied me, but I quickly hid my face from him. I didn't have the guts to look him in the eye.

The doors of the car beside us opened by itself. Sweet relief. There was a driver in it already. He entered almost immediately, and I entered too.

The car started right away.

He didn't speak, not for a second. Neither did he look at me. The drive was plain, almost suffocating. His demeanor was eating me up alive.

As soon as the car stopped, the doors automatically opened up again. I stepped out, I fixed my clothes which had rumbled due to the drive.

He didn't wait for me, he walked into the building before us instead. I hurriedly followed behind him, I couldn't risk getting lost.

His strides were huge, he was taller, it made walking after him hard.

I sighed when he finally came to a stop. That's when I took the time to look around. It was a dark, huge room. The ceilings were so high that it would take multiple ladders to fix a bulb.

Nothing, just an empty space.

Why were we here? Is this where I'd be locked up? It seemed perfect for a prisoner.

The two men I saw him talking to earlier walked in. They came with us, but they took a different car.

“Bring him in,” my buyer said.

His voice sent a chill through my spine. Who were they bringing in? This was beginning to scare me. It felt like an ambush.

He pulled up his sleeves, revealing his veiny arms. He had a tattoo on his right hand.

“Ahh… s**t… Please…” the loud cries from a male voice made me turn to the side.

Like I guessed, it was a man who was brutally wounded, and he was being manhandled by the same two men.

His eyes were red, his clothes torn, he was in a very unpleasant state.

“Please… Don… Please…” He cried.

“Shut up,” my buyer said. His voice was plain and emotionless.

He was telling a wounded man who was begging him to shut up. How cruel?

I stared at the man with sympathetic eyes.

“Louis got everything back from him. His wife and kid have been deported,” the left sided man said.

“Who sent you?” My buyer asked.

“No one… I swear no one…”

My buyer… Who I now prefer to call the Don shut him up by kicking him in the face.

I gasped loudly.

Why is he hurting him more?

“You have 2 minutes to tell me the truth. Your wife and kid have been deported, I could have them killed in the next second. Tell me who sent you,” he demanded once more.

“Please… Please… Don't kill my family.”

“Tell me,” he said nonchalantly.

My eyes widened as I watched the Don talk about people's lives like it was a game of chess.

“Gun?” he asked the right sided man. The man handed him a pistol. He pointed it directly to the wounded man's forehead.

“1… 2… 3…” he counted.