POV Camila Cabello
As soon as we entered the airport, locating Britt wasn't very difficult.
Without further ado, Halsey and I made our way to the boarding gate, my heart was pounding in my chest, the eagerness to catch her was huge. When we got close to the place, we found Mark and a small team along with him. Britt was standing in a queue, waiting for her turn, her countenance didn't show a hint of concern, as if she was absolutely sure that she would escape.
"Brittany!" I called her, and in the same instant, everyone in the queue looked towards us, not only her. "You're under arrest!"
Surprised, she looked around, frightened, and the people near her backed away, breaking the queue. My team surrounded the whole place, preventing her possible escape. Halsey, who was next to me, approached Britt who looked at her in disbelief as she was being handcuffed.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney during interrogation; if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you." I stood in front of her. "Did you understand your rights?"
Her eyes shot daggers at me, I could see the hatred through them. But I didn't let it intimidate me, I kept my posture superior and serious, never looking away from her, not even for a second. A sarcastic smile formed on her lips.
"Yes... Deputy Cabello." She answered, still staring at me. I balled my hand into a fist, her words came out of her mouth in a mocking tone.
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My thumb roamed the rim of my cup, the scent of coffee invaded my nostrils as my eyes remained attentive to the woman who was handcuffed and sitting in the interrogation room. It was already past 10PM, we've been trying to interrogate her ever since we brought her in, but Britt was not cooperating, she remained silent, only giving a few short answers that were useless. Unfortunately, I couldn't participate, just like Halsey, because of our 'acquaintance' with the suspect. Through a thick black glass window, I accompanied her nonchalance with everything that was happening, it was extremely irritating. How can a person convey such calmness when she's done something so cruel? How could she close her eyes to sleep? How could she destroy the childhood and the life of an innocent child for money, for pure pleasure! Remembering Ramon's name among the other children's, innocent and pure children, made me grip my cup of coffee tightly.
"So, do you confess your crimes?"
"I already told you... I'm not saying anything until my lawyer is present."
"We've tried to get in touch with Mr. Simpson, but he doesn't seem to be very interested in helping you."
The smile on Britt's lips died, her countenance started to change as she started to lose hope. My stomach turned and my hands began sweating from just imagining seeing Robert again.
"He'll come!"
"Maybe not." The man said calmly as he took a sip of his coffee. "Come on, Brittany, you're a smart young woman, we both know that Mr. Simpson is involved in this mess."
Britt, bored, rolled her eyes and looked at him in a serious way.
"I already told you! He's just my family's lawyer!"
My blood boiled, I couldn't believe that even though he didn't give a fuck about her, she still had the courage to defend him, to cover up for him!
"Fuck this!" I grumbled, drawing Halsey's and Mr. Prado's attention, who were accompanying the interrogation beside me. In a hurry, I pressed the button that looked like an intercom and that allowed me to get in touch with whoever was in the other room. "Why don't you just tell the truth? Robert doesn't give a fuck about you-"
"Camila!" Halsey pulled my hand that pressed the button. "Don't do it!"
"Deputy Cabello! Are you trying to ruin the whole interrogation?" Mr. Prado drew my attention. I shot him a look full of fury, and he fell silent instantly.
"What interrogation? She hasn't said shit so far, nor will she!"
"Camila..." Halsey called me again, and I looked away from Mr. Prado, who was still staring at me, to look at her. "Calm down. You're exhausted, we had too many emotions for one day. Let's go home..."
"No..."
"I think you'd better go with Agent Halsey if you still want to be part of this investigation." I looked at Mr. Prado, he was staring at me with his superior look.
My urge was to tell him to go fuck himself, but Halsey was right, I was tired after the day we had. This case messes too much with me, physically, psychologically and sentimentally. I was too involved in all this, and I was aware that nothing would come out of that bitch's mouth until Robert showed up.
"Shall we go?" Halsey drew my attention again, I had barely noticed that I was still glaring at my boss. "I'll drive you home, okay?"
I nodded my head in agreement.
It didn't take long for us to arrive at my apartment, Halsey was very worried about me, but I assured her that I'd be fine and asked her to keep me informed of everything, and even reluctantly, she agreed and left.
I turned the doorknob, entered my apartment, took a deep breath and went straight to my bedroom. I was exhausted. My head was bubbling with memories of that somewhat confused night. My body was burning up, I could have sworn I was feverish.
I removed my heels and threw them on the floor, the contact of my warm feet with that cold floor made me sigh in relief. I brought my hands to the back of my dress, with one hand I held the soft part of the dress, and with the other I slid down the zipper. The touch of my fingers as they slid slowly down my soft skin made my body shiver involuntarily.
Lauren came to mind, her scent, the touch of her soft skin against mine, her panting breath intoxicating me, her delightful laughter, everything about her was delicious. And when I realized what I was doing, I was already half naked in my bedroom with a smile on my lips. Lauren could make me feel things without even touching me. I threw the dress to the corner and walked to the bathroom, feeling my free breasts thank me for finally getting rid of the tight dress. A cool breeze hit me and my nipples hardened, and with the tip of my index finger, I touched my left nipple and circled it once, which made me close my eyes and moan involuntarily.
"Jesus Christ, Camila." I whispered to myself.
I walked to the window, closed the curtains, and went back to the bathroom. I turned on the bathtub's faucet and threw some bath salts, to then remove my panties, which were the same color as the dress I wore tonight.
I put one foot in the warm water, making my body shiver, and then I put the other. When I was finally in, it was inevitable not to remember everything that had happened between Lauren and me. As much as my mind said one thing, my whole body reacted to the memory or to the lack of it, everything in me reacted. I let my imagination flow, it wasn't a sin, or was it? Such a delicious sin should be forgiven. I'd let go of all this sin that was bottled up, all this pent-up desire. Lauren wasn't here, so it wasn't wrong.
Delicately, I let my hands roam around my body, letting the desire guide me, taking me to where I ached the most. I leaned my head against the back of the tub and imagined Lauren in a bed with blue silk sheets, just like the ones I have. I imagined the brunette on all fours, the most wonderful sight I've ever had; her knees sunk in the mattress, her hands supported on the bed, her fingers gripping the bedsheet. Imagining her perfectly drawn curves made my sex throb between my legs, where I immediately brought one of my hands and applied pressure, to quench the desire, and ironically, I moaned. Every powerful and dirty thought that crossed my mind had me panting. With the lightness of the water in the tub, I could easily slide my fingers through my slick folds. I closed my eyes and slightly arched my back when I circled my clit a few times as the image of Lauren's perfect pussy flashed through my head. For countless times I was able to delight myself with her taste. I remembered all the times I could give and receive pleasure, and I'd give anything to relieve one of those moments. To feel that pussy on my tongue again, her soft skin, her delicious cum that made me feel inebriated, her sex contracting as it received my tongue inside. I began to rub my fingers frantically over my pussy, and moans escaped my lips. I rubbed myself every time I remembered Lauren completely naked and surrendered to me. With one of my hands I grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed it hard, as my fingers pressed against my sex. I was a second away from exploding into a wonderful orgasm. I thrusted my fingers then to feel the walls of my pussy crushing them, making me roll my eyes due to so much pleasure.
POV Lauren Jauregui
My fingers strum the strings of the guitar, my voice slid out of my throat. With my eyes closed, I felt the lyrics invade my soul, as if I was singing to myself, facing head-on how truly loving someone had affected me and changed me in every sense.
The night was warm, even with the air conditioner on, due to the big amount of human heat present there, the place was very hot. As soon as I reached the chorus, I opened my eyes, facing the audience. The club was packed tonight, most people were familiar to me, the usual costumers, they frequented the place just to hear me sing, and that was amazing. Singing always made me feel good, always brought me peace, and seeing people enjoying my music so much was more than pleasurable. Sharing ideas and thoughts through music and realizing that people think the same as you, even if you don't know them, was crazy awesome, right?
My eyes wandered around the room, excited to see people dancing and singing along with me, but something made me stop, even stop singing. The audience continued singing the lyrics while my eyes were frozen on the man, a little different from what I was used to seeing. He wasn't wearing his tailored suits, but a casual outfit. He had a glass of Whiskey in his hand, and he seemed too attentive to his surroundings to notice me. It was clear that Robert was looking for someone in the crowd, and the only person who came to mind was Camila, the thought that he'd have the audacity to come here after my Latina... Ever since the incident in Camila's apartment, I never saw him again. I didn't think it was possible to have such anger towards him inside me.
As soon as I saw him getting up and paying his bill, I finished the song and thanked the audience quickly, all without looking away from him. I got off the stage, welcoming my DJ friend, and walked to the emergency exit, where he had just exited through. I pushed the door without any hurry, Robert had his back to me and he was trying to phone someone. I looked around and the parking lot was practically empty, there was only Robert and me there.
"Fuck! No one answers this shit!" Robert grumbled.
I balled my hand into a fist, my blood boiled as it ran through my body. In quick strides, I approached him, tapping him on the shoulder. As soon as he turned to see who it was, I got close enough to hit a punch right on his face.
"That's for you to know who you're messing with!" I said through clenched teeth. Without letting him react, I lifted him, holding him by his collar, and dragged him into the alley close to where we were. Robert started laughing as soon as I pushed him against the wall.
"A punch?" He asked, turning his face and spitting blood on the ground, still with a smile playing on his lips. "What a nice warning, Jauregui!"
"Son of a bitch!" I pulled his collar again and pushed him against the wall with all my strength. His head as well as his body slammed against the wall hard, causing him to groan in pain. "I told you not to mess with me!" I released him, hitting a punch on his stomach. "That includes Camila, Sofia, Ramon, and especially my sister!" My sight got blurred, my anger had completely taken over me and the urge to kill him was screaming all the time in my head.
The monster that dwelled inside me awoke, the monster I've been avoiding for so long. All my control had vanished, and my main focus in that moment was to kill the bastard groaning in pain in front of me. I gripped his short hair tightly, and instantly slammed his face against my knee, busting his nose.
"FUCK!" He groaned in pain. His strengthless body fell on the ground, and there he stayed.
I approached him, gripping his hair again, but this time I only lifted his head so that he could see me. His face was busted, his nose was crooked and gushing blood.
"Why don't we play a little?" I whispered, smiling through clenched teeth. I released him, letting him drop on the ground. "There must be something here that we can use to have fun." I walked around the dirty alley in search of something sharp, but there was only trash and a few empty bottles.
Whenever I thought about killing Robert, I always imagined him lying on my stretcher, tied up and naked, more specifically; and no, it's not because I have an interest in seeing him naked, but because his genitals would be our protagonist in my game of torture. I dreamed about that, about leaving him in my warehouse for many days, under my command, locked up in the place where I've already caused so much pain; a place that has also brought me a lot of peace. Maybe I'd torture him until he begged God to take his life, but then again, nope... I'd drag it on. That'd only give me more pleasure!
Since my dream couldn't be fulfilled, I had to end his life one way or the other. The most practical way it is! I crouched down and grabbed a thick bottle of cheap Vodka.
"I think I found-" I didn't finish the sentence, because everything started to spin.
A pang in my head made me groan in pain, I lost all my senses, my body fell to the ground, and my sight got blurred, but it was possible to see him getting on top of me.
"Did you really think that a half-dozen punches would knock me down?" He asked through clenched teeth. I tried to fight back, but his body was pressing against mine, immobilizing me. "I must admit that your knee fucked up my nose." His hatred flashed through his eyes, and his insanity through his smile.
Robert brought one of his hands to my neck, squeezing it tightly. "Now you're going to learn what a real beating is, but I'm not going to kill you, you know why?" He asked, inching closer to my ear. "I want to see you alive, seeing me with the woman of your dreams by my side while I command everything that your mother achieved alone."
"BA-BASTARD-" A strong punch hit my face, and then another. Robert punched me countless times.
Robert only stopped punching me when I could no longer open my eyes. I felt the taste of blood in my mouth and my whole face throb. When I felt Robert's weight lifting, I tried to get up, but he kicked me so hard on the ribs that the idea of getting up no longer made sense. I didn't want to give up, but I was too weak, my anger was now all focused on me, for being sloppy and giving him an opportunity to attack, thus losing the opportunity to teach that bastard a lesson, the bastard who made my life, Camila's life, and so many other people's life, a living hell. I hated Robert the way I've never hated anyone, I let myself be blinded by my anger and now I was suffering the consequences.
"Say hi to your beloved for me, Lauren."
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NOTE: Well shit... I really want Lauren to kill Rob. I can't stand him, I hate him so much lol I would very much like to tell y'all that everything's going to be okay, but the Brazilian authors haven't updated yet, but I'm sure it will all end well. Let's just wait and be patient. Oh, and Dark Paradise is coming to an end, +/- 3 more chapters to the end. When they update, I'll translate and post it.