The Speakeasy Camila/You

Chapter 18

Your Pov

I put a couple of bullets in at least six men already as I snuck my way downstairs as gunfire rang out throughout the house. But these men aren't exactly staying down so damn easily who the hell do they work for??

I creep into the living room only to see two dead men one on the couch and the other against the wall blood still weeping through his head as I heard more gunshots come from the kitchen as I quickly turned my head before being tackled to the ground and my hands bound as I continued to struggle underneath the large mans knee as I scrambled to the best of my ability before he lifted up sitting me up

"Who the fuck are you?!" I ask sitting up as the man stood silently holding me up as I heard footsteps click one by one as I saw a old man with gray hair slicked back in a white pristine suit with a bunch of men walk into the room behind him as I stayed still

"Hey!! Is she the one your looking for Mr. Marcano?!" Another guard shouted out yanking Camila into the room by the back of her neck as blood dropped from her nose as my eyes widened at the injured Cuban before me

"Get your Bitch ass hands off of h-!!!" I shouted out before a hand landed across my face causing the vein in my forehead to begin to pulsate as my face felt red

"Just like your damn daddy, You always speak when your not spoken to" The older man chuckled through his country accent as my eyes pierced into his damn skull and my jaw clenched

My father worked with these kind of ruthless bastards??!

"I'm the one you want..Just please don't hurt her" I pleaded as Camila began to cough up blood as Mr. Marcano walked up to her bending down and grabbing her by her cheeks squeezing them as hard as he could observing her

"Well I did plan on taking you back at your hometown and have you work with my girls out on these here streets and work off your father's debt, But it looks like this pretty little thing right here will do just fine" he says as Camila quivered underneath his grasp causing me to flail my body in anger

"GET YOUR OLD PERVERTED ASS HANDS OFF HER YOU SON OF A BITCH!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as Mr. Marcano raised his eyebrow signaling the large man who was holding me down before he took the pistol out of his ankle and smacked me harshly across the face with it as I howled in pain at the next three lashes as tears and blood just fell from Camila onto the floor as my vision went from blur to clear on and off again as the men eventually walked out before Marcano blended down to look at me

"Well my perverted ass has her as my merchandise now kid, You should've shut the fuck up and did as you were told stay in a child's place little girl" He whispered before I finally blacked out

Oh Fuck..

*Half an Hour later*

"Come on kid, Come on!" A voice echoed as my eyes slowly pried open as I noticed I was sitting up with my Uncle's face a bit close to mine as he wiped my face down with a wet cloth as I felt something cold press against my cheek I looked over only for me to notice Vinny was holding a semi melted ice bag against my cheek

"J-Jesus this fucking hurts.." I exclaim sitting up on the couch trying to recover from my light headedness as I took deep breaths

"That swelling on your cheek is gonna go down, Whoever did this to you didn't mess you up that good champ" He proclaims confidently handing me a open bottle of water as I grasped it and began to take large gulps of it

"Oh Shit your awake?!" Ethan exclaimed surprised as him and Grayson came over quickly and kneeled to my side

"Yeah, I mean I feel like hell get me a aspirin and I'll be okay" I say as Vinny removes the ice bag as I sit up

"You should be laying down" My Uncle said sounding very concerned trying to make me sit down as I shrug his hand away

"He took Camila from me and plans on whoring out her body! I refuse to rest or calm down until she's back in my fucking arms without a fucking hair missing from her head!!" I shouted out on the brink of tears.

"Y/n if you go out there with no weapons-" My Uncle warned

"No plan just fueled with emotions or protection" Vincent says standing up

"Then your practically as good as dead" The twins add on simultaneously as I sighed slowly sitting down

"I-I just need her.." I rasped out as My Uncle patted my shoulder

"Then we'll come together, And bring her back together okay?" He says looking fiercely at me as I slowly nod in agreement as My Uncle looked at the three boys who complied just by nodding their heads in agreement

"Then we better put on our armor, We have a Damsel in distress to save" he says confidently as I sit up straight a blank cold stare on my face

If every Fool for wholesome, addictive Love wore a crown, on We would always rule together as Queens...