It Happened In Vegas (Marciano & Camilla)

Chapter 5

"Explain, now." Marciano crossed his arms over his chest as he stood next to Camilla. She was seated on a small sofa with a pillow on her lap. She looked so uncomfortable sitting there in nothing more than his shirt. She kept fidgeting but it seemed like an unconscious move. He saw how she couldn't look at Eres but when her eyes shifted to Isaac she shook violently in fear. Marciano couldn't let this happen.

"One of you needs to go get her clothes. The other one needs to explain fast before I lose my temper."

"I'll go get the clothes." Eres face had guilt written all over it. Marciano was pleased. Doing this to a friend, especially one as innocent as Camilla, deserved guilt. Isaac sat down directly in front of where Camilla sat. Isaac gave her a look that was meant to intimidate. Marciano knew fear when he saw it and he wasn't going to let her feel it. He stepped in front of Camilla.

"She's been through enough."

"I'm not doing anything I'm just sitting here."

"Then stop looking at her like that."

"Sorry but I'm not interested in your lady like that. I have my own woman." He lifted his hand and showed a ring on his finger as clear as day.

"You and Eres?!" He smirked. "Are you crazy; she just turned eighteen?! We haven't even finished high school and this happened!" The room became deadly still. Both men looked at each other then looked at Camilla.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen." Marciano looked over to Isaac. His temper was on edge all morning but this was the last straw.

"I don't remember much after the club...no...we went for dinner...the coffee... What did you put in the coffee?"

"Look you two were board out of your minds. We only wanted the two of you to have fun." Camilla stood up and walked up to Isaac. She grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him up till he was eye level with her.

"Tell me what you two did to us or so help me I'll knee you in the groin so hard it'll come out of your eye." Marciano wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her away. He felt the supple softness of her curves against his body. He heard her sharp intake of breath and was glad he wasn't the only one suffering. He let her go with half a smile, so he wasn't the only one with a short fuse this morning. Isaac straightened his shirt.

"Blood thirsty little thing I picked for you."

"I'll let her get you if you don't tell us what happened." Isaac sighed then sat back down in the chair. Marciano sat down on the sofa Camilla was originally on then tugged her hand until she was sitting on his lap. Her face heated as she looked at him, he suppressed a groan and forced himself to focus on Isaac. Isaac's amusement shinned in his eyes.

"As I was saying, you two looked board out of your minds so we- I! I thought, why not do something about it so....I mixed up some of my...specialty 'Lusty Living' though it kicked in faster then it usually does."

"You put it in our coffee." Isaac nodded.

"After we gave you two the drug we-I! I put you two in the car together. You two were going at it like animals....

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"Do you think we should stop them?" Isaac touched Eres back.

"We have to make sure their lost in each other before we break them apart." Eres bit her finger. She heard Camilla make a nose and Eres jumped up. Isaac shook his head.

"He's not hurting her."

"Well it sounds like the drugs in their system. We need to stop them before they...." Both of them rushed to the car at the sound of material ripping. Isaac signaled to three then they both opened the doors. They both reached in and tried to take the two apart. Marciano growled and lashed out. Isaac fell out of the car and landed on his backside. He got up as fast as he could and went back inside of the car. Isaac pulled Marciano out of the car but it had to be with his weight so when Marciano came out he landed flat on his back. Marciano tried to get back to the car but Isaac held him down as best as he could. When Camilla's small cry of pain sounded out Marciano froze. For a second Isaac feared Marciano was snapped out of the drug, sweat beaded on his forehead.