NOTE: For a better reading, when I point out during the chapter, listen to the song "Freak" by Lana Del Rey :)
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POV Camila Cabello – *3 Months Later*
*(Play song)*
I felt I was close, very close to getting what I wanted, to discover all that foulness. I know it wasn't one of my best ideas to be following these trails by myself, but I couldn't risk calling Halsey and losing what I already had.
I stopped the car in a remote place, away from my target. Everything around me seemed to be in slow motion, I was tense, I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins, I felt the air entering my lungs and exiting quickly, my accelerated heartbeat. I wanted to scream. Being close to something as great as that, for me it wasn't easy; for an important case, decisive actions were necessary.
"Come on, Camila, you've already faced a warehouse full of armed drug dealers." I said to myself, in an attempt to calm myself down. And it seemed to have worked, I felt confident. I grabbed my gun from the passenger seat, my good luck charm, and kissed it, to then put it into my holster, attached to my thigh.
I opened the car door and got out. I looked around, and it was pretty late, no one passed by that dark, deserted street. Nothing populated this place, there were only abandoned warehouses that once used to be factories. It was a place worthy of a horror movie, there was no sign of civilization for a radius of 70KM. Just bushes, fear and a long road.
With agility, I grabbed my gun and aimed it at the rusty door of the warehouse. It was huge. A chill ran through my body, but I didn't give up, I took a step forward. The dim illumination was due to the fact that today was the Blood Moon; the day when the earth separated the sun and the moon. The dim, reddish glow light forced me to force my eyesight.
I took another step forward, stared at my hands holding the gun, and felt my legs falter. There was fresh blood on them. My breath began to get heavy. I brought my hands closer so that I could analyze them more clearly, and all the blood was gone.
"You can only be going crazy, Camila." I whispered to myself.
Working for the police had been the best choice I'd ever made in my life, but sometimes, the stress was so intense that it could drive you crazy. I focused on my mission again, taking a deep breath, to then push open the warehouse door, which revealed a wide, gloomy corridor.
An unknown smell invaded my nose, causing me chills. I tried to keep going, even though my survival instincts told me to turn around and run. But my job was exactly this: going against my survival instincts. In spite of that, I thought I'd collapse at any moment. I was more nervous than I've ever been on any other mission. Perhaps I was still traumatized because of what happened in Haiti, I thought as I wiped the unusual excess of sweat from my forehead, then wiping my hands on my pants.
I saw an old staircase, rotten, like everything else in that place. I looked around the environment, in a standard police procedure, and walked hastily to the stairs. There was a wooden door there, it was ajar, so I walked in, and that was when a strong smell of fresh blood hit me hard.
I watched, in horror, the scene in front of me. There was a man hanging upside down, and the blood that flooded the place, dripped from him. I looked down and saw a pair of combat boots, but the man attached to the steel hooks wouldn't let me see who was behind.
God, what is this?
"Miami Police Department! Drop whatever you're holding and put your hands behind your head!" I shouted to the person hiding behind the body.
Nothing happened. The silence of the warehouse was interrupted only by my heavy breathing and by the thick blood dripping from the body in the center of the warehouse.
"I told you to drop whatever you're holding!" I said more firmly. "Put your hands behind your head and move to the side so I can see you."
"Camila..." The husky, familiar voice made my legs wobble and my stomach turn. A chill went down my spine and for a minute I thought I might pass out. I couldn't say anything.
Was my brain playing another trick on me?
POV Lauren Jauregui – *Flashback On: 1 hour before*
The nicotine mingled with the Whiskey in my mouth. The lit cigarette burned in my fingers as I took another big sip of my Jack Daniel's. The only sound that could be heard was the one from the chains clanking under the dead weight of the body that swayed slowly from one side to the other. A smile graced my lips as I slowly ran my eyes over each object, the tip of my fingers sliding over them, helping me find the one that would quench my damn thirst... Yes, I was thirsty, very thirsty.
"You could help me choose, Walter. What do you think?" I asked, without diverting my attention from the objects in front of me.
I brought the cigarette to my mouth, pulling as much smoke as possible. My vision became blurred. I was waiting for the man's answer, which I knew wouldn't come. I turned, circling his body until I was facing him. I let out all the smoke through my nose along with a nasal laugh.
"The pig blacked out again." I grumbled, bringing the bottle up to my mouth, tilting it, drinking the last two sips.
Without any hurry, I placed the empty bottle on the table, and the cigarette that occupied my hand, I moved it between my lips. Then, I crouched in front of the man, and my right hand went up to the gray tape on his mouth. The tip of my fingers grabbed it, pulling it roughly.
The man woke up startled, letting out a shrill scream. I laughed at the scene, stood up and walked away. The noise of the chains clanking, along with his screams, became my background music. The fact that the pig had blacked out several times was understandable, I had already had a lot of fun with him. At the moment, I just wanted to be able to see his blood leaking like water in a cracked bucket.
"No more games!" I said, silencing him.
I circled his body again, facing the table now. I needed something very sharp to finish that. I closed my eyes and let fortuity guide me. My hands slid over each object, until they stopped unconsciously. They stopped over a 'Katana Tanto'. I smiled devilishly as I grabbed the so delicate object, but that, nevertheless, could cause great damage.
I walked towards the man again. Walter was still struggling and crying. I analyzed his body, which was hanging upside down, like slaughtered meat in a butcher's shop. It was already bleeding due to all the cuts. I held the handle of the Katana and pulled it, sliding it out of its sheath.
"WH-HAT A-ARE Y-YOU GOING TO DO?" The man cried out, as he got more and more desperate.
I ignored his grunts and continued to analyzing the object in my hand attentively. Even with the dim illumination, the blade still gleamed.
"You know what, Walter?" I threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it with my combat boot. "I'm tired of playing. Tell me your last words." I raised the Katana just above his genitals.
"NO, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" Walter began to struggle like a fish out of water. The chains clashed against one another at a frantic frequency.
Motherfuckers, always begging God in their last minutes on earth. But God didn't exist when they committed their cruel acts of perversion.
"YOU DIDN'T THINK OF GOD IN THE LAST FEW DAYS!"
"YOU PSYCHO BIT-"
With all my strength, I stabbed the Katana in a considerable depth. It didn't take much strength to tear his flesh to his chest. The blood splashed across my face as his body struggled. Walter screamed and cried in pain; his screams were like an anesthetic to the past that will never leave my mind.
Gradually, the man ceased his screams. My eyes were closed. My heart thudded in my chest, in the ecstasy of that moment. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of my heart and the chains, until everything went quiet. I opened my eyes and came across the body in front of me. It still held the Katana, it was stuck in Walter's chest, the cut was big, his guts were almost overflowing through the opening. I pulled the sword and lifted it to the light. My eyes observed the layer of blood gleaming along the blade. So beautiful.
When I finally stopped paying attention to the Katana, I looked around. There was blood everywhere, and I'd have to clean up all that mess before getting rid of the body. I put the sword on the ground and looked again at my 'work of art' before fetching my machine to take the picture. Now, with the Polaroid in hand, I was choosing the best light for the final part.
"Miami Police Department! Drop whatever you're holding and put your hands behind your head!" A feminine voice shouted, echoing throughout the warehouse.
My breath faltered, I immediately recognized that voice... My body was taken by a certain torpor, as I quickly rationalized what that meant. So this was it? This was how everything would end?
"I told you to drop whatever you're holding!" I stood motionless as I decided what I should do. "Put your hands behind your head and move to the side so I can see you."
My eyes unknowingly found a photo on the wall, one in particular. A bothersome nervousness began to take over my body, preventing me from thinking straight. The owner of those brown eyes was right there, after all that time.
"Camila..." My voice came out hoarse, and incredibly carefree.
I don't know how I was able to say something, nothing in my body wanted to obey my commands, it was like I wasn't me anymore. On the inside, everything was a chaos, but on the outside, I remained neutral in face of that whole situation.
"Camila..." I repeated, taking a step to the side. I was ready, I needed to see her. I was facing my worst nightmare.
Yes... Camila is my nightmare. After she told me that everything was over, we didn't exchange a word... I was afraid, very afraid. Not for my life, being shot by Camila or arrested by her would be irrelevant here. I just needed to know how she was, just needed to see her one last time.
She was standing motionless in front of me, but slowly, her arm lifted along with her so familiar gun. She was aiming at me, trembling. Her eyes were wide with horror, but they were lowered, she wasn't looking directly at me, as if she didn't want to believe what she was seeing in front of her.
My heart sunk in my chest, as if a ton fell on it. Not because I had a gun aimed at me, it wasn't the first time that happened, but because of seeing her like that.
"No... No, no..." Camila whispered, more to herself than to me.
Reality seemed to be absorbed in waves. I thought about approaching, but my legs were too weak. My heart beat fast in my chest, and I suspected that at any moment it would fail. It was hard to breathe.
In the beginning it was all a game, a chase... In which I was the target, who always managed to get away in the most cunning of ways. Laughing at the stupidity of the Miami police was one of my favorite hobbies. But things changed when my case landed on Deputy Cabello's hands... What I wanted most was to be discovered by her, so that she would have the knowledge of all of the meticulously thoughtful moves, of all of the most instigating details. Because I was sure that she'd know how to appreciate them properly. And that made things get much more exciting. Thinking about the Deputy following my clues made me plan every move with twice as much care. My researches were even more intricate. And I was able to make the police finally find out the pattern of my victims. I thought that nothing could stop me from dictating the rules, after all, I called all the shots.
Until everything went wrong. I met Camila. Looking back now, I could clearly see the diversion, the step in the wrong direction, which led me to this exact moment, where I knew that everything would come to an end. I got to know Camila, and little by little, she got under my skin, breaking down my walls without me even noticing, to the point of discovering what I hadn't been for a long time... something I didn't even know still existed in me. The Latina brought me life again, made me smile, and unexpectedly, made me want to be a better person. She made me face my past nightmares and overcome them. Because nothing really mattered if I had her by my side. Karla Camila Cabello became my balance between heaven and hell. And there in that warehouse, with her gun aimed at me and with her eyes struggling to put together the final pieces of that puzzle, I realized that I really loved her. Every time I said 'I love you', it never was just for the sake of saying it. Every feeling I felt, in that exact moment, was the living proof of how much I loved that woman. For the first time in a very long time, I was scared, because I was sure that today was my judgement day. Now I was face to face with my fate, reflected in those brown eyes; my huntress, my captor, my balance and the source of the greatest fear of all my fears – the one of being happy.
*Flashback Off*
POV Camila Cabello
"Camila." The familiar voice repeated, making my heart race.
I looked down, and watched her combat boots take a step to the side, coming out from behind the bloody body. I couldn't look up, I didn't want to face that person. I kept my gun up, but my eyes lowered, refusing to face that reality.
"No..." I whispered. "No."
All of a sudden everything was in slow motion, my breath weighing a ton. I looked up, and that more than familiar and more than desired silhouette was there in front of me. There was the truth.
"Lauren..." It came out as a whisper, I just couldn't say anything else.
Suddenly, the weight of my body was unbearable. I was praying to God or any other higher being for my eyes to be betraying me, for that to be nothing more than a damn hallucination. Without any control of my body, I fell down on my knees, my whole body trembling. I felt like throwing up, my stomach was contracting violently, but there was nothing there. I took a deep breath, concentrating all I had left on keeping the gun up at least.
"Camila, stand up, please."
The brunette's green eyes were serene, she seemed to be in some kind of trance or ritual. I rested my left hand on the floor to steady myself, and something cold and thick soiled my fingers. The blood from the slashed corpse. My stomach turned again. I felt weak, I didn't have the strength to understand what was happening.
"I can explain." Lauren said, moving to take a step forward.
"Stay where you are or I'll shoot." We both knew that that wasn't going to happen, I was in no condition to shoot anyone, I could barely control my breathing; but Lauren didn't dare disobey.
I closed my eyes tightly and lowered my head, trying to regulate my breathing; a failed attempt. After feeling my head throb, I opened my eyes and stared at the dirty floor, the tips of my long brown hair getting dirty from what I knew to be thick blood.
"I'm the Maniac Polaroid." Hearing those words felt like a punch.
"Shut up!" I shouted, covering my ears.
Like a snap of a finger, everything started to make sense to me, all the evidence I had of the Maniac... My thoughts were buzzing. I sat on my heels, one hand still rested on the floor, and the other holding the gun. I wanted to silence those thoughts, so I rubbed the barrel of the gun on the side of my head, in a failed attempt to make it stop hurting.
"The note left at the precinct's door..." I said thoughtfully. "It was America's anthem."
"Yes, it was." The brunette said. "Oh, say! Can you see by the dawn's early light, what so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming." Lauren sang, and it sounded like the most macabre thing I had ever heard.
"'Twilight's Dawn' written in the center of the note..." I wanted to scream, how could I be so blind? "The nightclub."
"I gave you clues, I wanted you to find me, Camila." The brunette took a step forward.
"Don't come near me." I said, my mind still trying to figure things out. I got up slowly, leaving my gun on the floor. I could feel tears falling down my face. "The bracelet I gave to Veronica, you were going to give her one just like it... It was your fucking bracelet, Lauren, wasn't it?" I asked, and Lauren remained silent, just staring at me. I hated to be looking at that so familiar face, when now I knew that I never really knew her, that she lied to me all the time. "Answer me, you idiot!" I shouted.
"You found my bracelet."
"So this is your lair? Where you do all your dirty work?" I started pacing around, feeling the sticky floor beneath my feet. "Are these your tools?" Lauren just nodded. And a sudden anger made my blood boil.
How could I be so stupid?
Furiously, I kicked the stretcher that was there, and it stopped right under the dead man, receiving all the blood that was still dripping from him. Then, I ran my hands over all those torture instruments attached to the wall, knocking them down, from axes to sharp knives, causing small cuts in my hands, but I didn't care.
"Camila, you're going to hurt yourself." Lauren warned, coming closer.
I stared at the brunette in such an intense way that I'm sure the devil himself was in my gaze. I felt so much hatred that I couldn't even put it into words, it didn't even fit in that filthy warehouse.
"Luke..." I whispered.
"Oh! That bastard gave me so much work... I almost got caught." Lauren approached, picking up the baseball bat I had knocked over. With every passing minute, I hated her nonchalance more and more, the unconcern with which she spoke. "I still have the recording of him confessing, you know?"
Lauren turned her back to me and walked towards the body of the dead man, which was still hanging. I was motionless. Blood dripped from the cuts in my hands, but I couldn't feel pain.
"I used a baseball bat to torture him." She said, stroking the object in her hands. "Just like this." She said, to then hit the bat on the dead man's ribs, making the body sway precariously. "He groaned in so much pain!" She let out an ironic laugh. "And like this!" Lauren hit the bat on the man's body again, three more times, and then tossed it to the floor. "You know the rest... I bet your team of experts told you exactly what happened here."
"Normani... She said you slept with her that night..." I paused, and Lauren looked at me curiously. "Oh my God, Normani, she..."
"No!" Lauren said loudly. "Normani has nothing to do with this, she really thinks I slept with her. She had worked so much at the club that day that she didn't even notice me leaving in the middle of the night."
I thanked inwardly for that. I knew that nothing had destroyed me more than Lauren Jauregui, and I didn't want anyone else involved in this. A few tears fell down my face, and I felt ashamed. For the first time during all these years as a Deputy, I've never felt so powerless.
"I love you..." I whispered. "I've never loved anyone like I love you, Lauren Jauregui."
Lauren looked at me in surprise, and sensing my weak mood, moved closer to me. Her eyes were shining, she had something undefined in her gaze. Her clothes were soaked with blood, everything in her had blood, and I didn't look much different.
"This is me, Camila." Lauren inched closer, now standing a few centimeters away from me, her breath blowing against my face. Tears still ran down my eyes, washing my face, covering it with shame.
"I don't like who you are, Lauren." Our eyes wouldn't look away not even for a second, I couldn't escape our damn connection.
"No. You like who I am, and you hate yourself for it." She said, rubbing in my face my most secret and abstruse truth.
"I hate you!" I yelled, pushing Lauren back. The brunette fell to the floor in a sitting position, right on a pool of blood, her hands supporting her weight. My treacherous brain made me remember the times those hands touched my body, how I had given myself wholly to her. And that was when I felt as if the hatred was increasing and overflowing my skin. "You have no idea how angry I'm feeling right now, Lauren." I laughed ironically. "You have no idea of the mess you turned my life into."
"You think everything's about you, don't you?" Lauren stood up, facing me with her head held high. "You love me, and let me tell you something else, you worship Maniac Polaroid!"
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"Yes, you worship Maniac Polaroid! This whole time the evidence was right in front of you, deep down you knew it was me!" Lauren laughed humorlessly and put her hands on her waist. "You're not that dumb, Camila, but you didn't want to find me. You blocked yourself, Camila! You know that I'm better than your ethics."
"You don't know what you're saying! You're a murderer, Lauren."
"And you aren't? How many men have you killed? You think you're better just because you have that damn badge?" Furiously, Lauren tore the badge off the shirt I was wearing, tearing it in the process, and tossed the only object that distinguished us to the corner of the warehouse. "There! Now what? We're not so different after all."
"You and I will never be the same, Lauren."
"You know what? Fuck you, Camila!" The brunette turned and started pacing around the dark place.
I stood still, just looking at everything around. I couldn't cry anymore, there was no more room for pain, I was exhausted and bewildered. I wasn't like her... Was I? We couldn't be the same! We were opposites. Bad guy and good guy. I had killed countless bad guys, it was within my ethics, to take those bad men off the streets, but what about her? Wasn't she doing the same? I closed my eyes tightly. We couldn't be the same! Lauren had metaphorically hit me so hard that I felt like I'd never be the same again, I was scarred.
I looked around, trying to find some explanation that would calm me down, and on the wall of the warehouse there was a single Polaroid picture. I got closer to it, I confess that I was afraid of what I would see. I picked up the small object that was stuck to the wall, and to my surprise, there were no dead eyes in that picture. It was a picture of me, on the Angel Island.
But how did she get this? I wondered, forcing the memory:
We were walking for a few long minutes and exploring the woods that were there. I confess that I couldn't stand walking anymore.
"Laur, are you sure that we aren't walking in circles?" I asked like a spoiled girl, but I was already hearing the sound of water.
"Don't be lazy, Deputy Cabello, we're almost there." And indeed we were, Lauren held my hand when we arrived to the place. God, it was a beautiful waterfall, everything was so beautiful. There were huge rocks, I felt like the smallest of beings, but also the most alive. "Do you like it?" She asked smiling.
"It's beautiful, Lauren!" I smiled back. "The water is so crystal clear." I said approaching the water and putting my feet in it, cringing right away. "And cold too." I said and Lauren started laughing.
"You can go in if you want, I just wanted to show this to you." She said almost as a whisper. "I'm going to sit here, if you want you can go explore."
And I did. Around, it was only possible to see a dense forest, but I knew the way back, so it wouldn't be a problem. The smell of water, fresh soil and flowers was mesmerizing.
"Laur, let's go in for a little bit." I called Lauren, but she was hastily putting something inside her backpack. I approached to see what it was, but lost balance, luckily, there were a lot of rocks and I could hold myself on to one. "What do you have there?"
"It's nothing." She closed the backpack. "I'm coming. I have to hold you, otherwise, clumsy as you are, you might kill yourself in less than ten minutes." She said laughing, and came towards me. "You want to go in?" I just nodded, and Lauren, from behind me, held my waist and guided me so that I could get into the water safely.
"I keep it here to remind me that you are my balance between madness and sanity, Camila." Lauren explained from behind me, breaking me out of my bubble.
"Does it work?" I asked, facing the brunette.
"You tell me." She retorted, in a low tone.
I threw the picture on the floor, and went towards a table that was there. I sat on the chair and buried my hands in my hair. I didn't know what to think, nor decide what to do. If I could, I'd run out of there. Perhaps it would have been better to have followed my instincts this time, before entering that warehouse and all this madness. If I could, I'd go back in time and never set foot here... I'd never have kissed Lauren Jauregui in the bathroom of that club.
I got up, and in hurried steps, headed towards the narrow metal door that said 'WC' in matte black. I opened it, seeking fresh air. I was feeling too light. I went to the bathroom sink and washed my hands, then sliding them around my neck, feeling freshened up, but not enough. The alcohol was starting to affect me, and I was cussing myself for having drunk so much earlier today. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, one, two, three times, and that was when I felt a hand wrap around my waist, pulling me back. I widened my eyes and saw through the mirror that it was Lauren.
"What are you doing?" I asked, totally still. Her hands on my belly made me shiver. I felt weak.
"I wanted to apologize once again tonight." She said, with a mischievous smile on her lips.
"For what?"
"For this." That was the last thing she said before turning me around and sealing our lips. Her breath was a mixture of mint and alcohol, which was making me even more drunk. I still had my eyes open. She pressed her lips hard against mine, and slowly, began to ask for passage with her tongue, and involuntarily, I gave in. It was almost as if by instinct. When her velvety tongue touched mine, I felt my body relax, like an anesthesia. I allowed myself to close my eyes, and brought one of my hands to her hair, tugging lightly, which made her hold my thighs and lift me, placing me on the sink. We kissed with want now. Her right hand moved to my hair, tugging on it, causing a delicious pain.
"I'm sorry." Lauren's voice came out breathless. "I'm sorry, Camila."
"You're always apologizing." I said, remembering when we had first met:
I started walking towards a little red haired girl who was waving at me, I took two steps forward and a strong wind ruffled my hair, covering my line of sight, I quickly tried to pull the strands off my eyes, when I suddenly heard the brakes of a car right in front of me followed by a sequence of honks. I took two steps back due to the fright, my heart skipped a beat and my mouth went dry instantly. Finally, I was able to see and there was an already very embarrassing row of cars forming behind the silver Volvo that almost ran me over.
A woman with wavy black hair stepped out of the car, she was wearing tight black leather pants sticking to her body and a flowing white tank top. She approached me, screaming half a dozen things that I couldn't hear, she grabbed my arm and quickly spun me around, she was analyzing me, probably to see if I was okay.
"I'm alright." I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't see your car."
"God, you could have died!" She exclaimed, with a weak smile. "You look scared." She said, pulling me by the arm and leading me to the sidewalk. "I'M GOING, JUST WAIT! THE HELL!" She screamed to the row of cars that kept honking behind her car.
Then, the woman with the pair of the greenest eyes I had ever seen, entered her beautiful Volvo and parked it at the corner of the coffee shop. She got out of the car and came towards me smiling, she had red lipstick on her lips, and her flawless teeth were the whitest teeth I had ever seen.
"I'm sorry for the scare,..."
"Camila, Camila Cabello." I told her, extending my hand.
I don't know for how long I stayed there, motionless, remembering all those things that flashed in my head without any control, but one thing was certain, there was no way out, I loved Lauren Jauregui. I loved her more than I loved myself.
"Why did you do that, you idiot?" I exhaled through clenched teeth as I got up, once again pushing Lauren to the floor.
POV Lauren Jauregui
Camila's hands spread on my chest, making me lose balance. I slipped on the pool of still fresh blood that was there concentrated, falling on my back on the floor. I felt a burning run up my spine.
Camila climbed on top of me and started slapping me. She was screaming uncontrollably, hitting painful slaps and punches everywhere she could reach from that position.
"Why?!" She roared, kind of breathless. And that was when she slapped my face so hard it made me turn my face to the side, and I tasted my own blood in my mouth. I didn't stop her, didn't do anything, just accepted the sentence. Camila was judging me in that moment, she was physically taking out all the anger she felt for having been deceived on me, and I just received it all, without retaliating.
Camila was calling me names and was cussing unknown words in Spanish without any control or filter, but that to her made a lot of sense. Her breathing started to become more and more breathless and tired, her tears and sweat mingled on her face, and I could see, little by little, how fragile she was emotionally. That made my heart sink even more. So I hugged her tightly, while she struggled in my arms. I squeezed her tighter, resisting her attempts to pull away from me again. Gradually, the cussing was replaced by sobbing. Weakly, she hit her balled fists on my shoulders, until her fingers gripped the front of my shirt with certain desperation, and she buried her face in my shoulder, finally falling apart. I just stroked her hair and held her tight, giving her as much time as she needed.
Slowly, Camila pulled her face from my chest and looked me in the eyes. I held her gaze, but without any warning, the brunette crashed her lips against mine.
My heart stopped in that moment. I could think about the fact that Camila had just discovered that I was the Maniac Polaroid. I could think about the fact that a few months ago she had told me never again. I could think about how much I had missed the taste of her mouth in those first weeks. I could think about a million things, but all I could think about was that Camila was kissing my mouth... and it confused the hell out of me.
Her hands still gripped the front of my shirt, and there was a mix of feelings in that kiss that I couldn't decipher; but I wanted them all. My hands soon went to her waist, pulling her closer to me, making her whole body touch mine. And no memory of mine could live up to her kiss, to the softness of her mouth, to the taste of her tongue, to the delicious sensation when she bit my lower lip.
After long minutes like that, she stood up, straightening her hair. My hands were reluctant, but I released her waist and watched her back away. Her hands were covered in blood due to the cuts she had made when she handled my knives improperly.
"Are you done?" I asked.
The brunette in front of me had her eyes fixed on me. A devilish smile slowly crept to her lips, and a shiver ran down my spine.
For a minute I let my mind wander to the fact that a few hours ago I had killed someone; and now, here I was, at Camila Cabello's feet, afraid of her next moves.
Camila began to unbutton her navy-blue blouse at the same time as she removed her black heels. After unbuttoning the last button, Camila opened her blouse, giving me the sight of her breasts trapped inside a lacy black bra. The brunette took off her blouse with mastery as she stared at me fixedly without saying anything. I remained motionless, a sort of short circuit happening in my head... I wasn't sure if that was real or if it was some delusion of mine.
Camila had already lowered the zipper of her black skirt. And without me having the time to process what was happening, Camila was completely naked in front of me, except for the holster on her thigh, where she usually hid her gun. The dim illumination of the place created shadows in Camila's body, the golden glow was mesmerizing.
When I looked down at me, I realized how deplorable I looked, bathed in blood. My hands were completely stained and my clothes were soaked. This was by far the bloodiest death of all. I moved to stand up, but Camila took two steps forward, making me stop. The golden light bathed her body and I could perfectly see her curves, her perky breasts, her hourglass waist, and God help me, her smooth pussy. I salivated at the memory of all the times I possessed her.
"Lauren, are you aware that you screwed everything up?" She broke the silence, taking me completely by surprise.
"Camila, I-"
"Shut up, don't call me Camila. It's Deputy Cabello to you." She said, coming closer to me.
I didn't know what to say, much less how to act. With my hands flat behind me, I crawled back a little to get away from the Latina, but it was in vain. Camila came close enough to stand between my legs, looking down at me with superiority.
"I don't really know what to say."
"Then don't say anything. Get up and take off your clothes." She ordered, and I stared at her, like really stared at her, to see if it was a prank, but it was impossible to read her expression. I got up, regaining my arrogance, and looked at her with my head held high, after all, I'm the danger around here. I took off all my clothes in a rough way, angrily. "Are you aware that you broke me in many ways, Jauregui?"
"What do you want from me?" I asked impatiently, feeling too exposed. My body, still stained by the blood, shivered due to the chilly air that was inside that warehouse.
"From you? Hmm... I don't want anything from you." Camila said, and I stared at her, frowning, not understanding what she was hinting at. "But I do want something from the Maniac Polaroid."
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NOTE: SDFGHJKLLKJH IT HAPPENED OMG What do you think will happen next? Hmm... cause the next chapter thooo!! Y'all are definitely not ready *wink wink* hehehe Do get ready tho, because things are about to get very hot and strange and exciting and strange again, but in a good way in my opinion ;) If you read the post on my profile, then you know how my college schedule is, so I'll only be able to update again on Tuesday or on Wednesday. I'll try to translate as fast as I can.