SIXTY-TWO

Kamilla Lopez

I hear the judge talking about the importance of the union of two souls, for me, it is not what matters to me at the moment. I'm nervous, nervous, I've been standing in front of the judge and next to Ethan for a long time. I turn my head to the side, he has a smile on his face, his eyes meet mine, he is happy for the ceremony, I am not.

I looked back, I saw Dona Carolina sitting on a chair paying attention to the judge's words, I started to feel a feeling of anger grow inside me, and I thought that everything she told me was nothing more than a farce, a manipulation. But what would she gain from it? Money? No. Something tells me that much more than that.

I hear the judge start talking in a louder voice, getting my attention.

— Ethan Hunt, do you take Kamilla as your lawful wife, to love, to cherish, through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?—

— I accept! — He spoke, he fully decided.

— And you, Kamilla, do you accept Ethan as your leg

Suddenly, the sound of an explosion interrupts the ceremony, we turn back and see Ethan's mansion being consumed by flames of fire. We looked on in amazement, however, as we watched a man walk through the fog of fire towards us. My heart sped up when I realized who it was.

— She won't take shit!

I hear the loud and frightening voice, I stare at the massive and magnificent sculpture, standing a few meters away from me. Nick was wearing a black overcoat, making him totally elegant and somber. In his hands was a gun, he was pointing it at us. She was happy to see him there, stopping this madness, but frightened by the menacing expression on his face.

— Not accepting losing, Nick?— Ethan asked, pulling me into his body. — She and I are getting married, get out of here and let us be happy.—

— You're not going to marry my fucking wife, she's mine!

Behind Nick, four security guards appear, I see him unlock his pistol and fire back at all of them. All the guests had already abandoned their seats to protect their lives. Ethan grabs my arm, trying to pull me away.

I freed myself from him and ran in the opposite direction, I needed to find Bianca, I didn't know where she was, I was more distressed for thinking she was inside the mansion.

— Bianca!! I called out to her, but there was no sign of her.

I remove the heels of my feet and grabbed the dress, trying to run, I approached the entrance, I was consumed by fire, again I called for her.

— Bianca!!!!

Before trying to enter, I feel my arm being grabbed violently, I faced the owner of the strong and thick hands, a cold and implacable look. There was no kindness in Nick's eyes, but pure hatred.

— Hello, little doll.

— Nick.

— How good it is to see you again.

— Please....

— Don't start begging now, save it for when we get home.

With that, Nick pulled me against his body, on my nose, pressed a cloth with an extremely strong smell, little by little I lost consciousness and fainted in his arms.

(...)

Nick Ross

I glared at the monitor angrily, my hands fisted against my lips. Kamilla before entering the private jet looked back, she had a choice and preferred to leave me. I punched the office table, got up from the chair quickly. I know where they took her, to Dubai, where Ethan Hunt is, the one who wants what belongs to me.

I'm in the organization, that's where I spend most of my time, trying to locate the right place for her property, I know she'll be sent there. The time I'm here, I couldn't take care of Erick, so I sent him to some school friends. He'll stay long enough until I catch what dared to run away from me.

Kamilla really impresses me, even knowing what could happen to her she did it. I leave the office and go to the control room. I organized a small group to find out the exact location where she would be. I walk into the room, my men are working for hours, trying to capture her face through the security cameras.

— Sir. — a hacker calls me as soon as he sees me.

— What did you find?— I asked, he opens a photo from the server and shows me two women leaving a luxury hotel, accompanied by security, right behind another woman, Gabriela Romano. — Excellent! Follow the car through the cameras until the end of the trajectory.

— Right!

I approached Viktor, he is sitting at a table away from the hackers, he was locating someone special for me.

— Did you find him?— I asked, looking at the monitor.

— Locating an Italian mobster is tricky, it's going to take some time.

— We don't have time, the deadline to find her is until the end of the week, which isn't far away.

— I must admit, Kamilla is not afraid of death.

— What I will do with her is far beyond death.

— Remember, she's pregnant.

— I know very well how to hurt you without affecting the baby.

I am called again by the hacker, I got up from the chair and approached. He accesses a live camera, showing the car Kamilla was in entering a property. The hacker breaks into the mansion's cameras and soon I have her picture. I don't have the audio, but I can study everyone's body reading, including Kamilla. At the end of the conversation, I saw Ethan get up from his chair and pull a ring out of his suit, yes, I knew this was going to happen.

— Viktor, you have 30 more minutes.... — he interrupts me, he spoke with euphoria.

— I found!

— Where is he?

— Here, in Costa Rica.

— What is he doing here?

— Apparently he came on business, he has a company across town.

— Excellent! Try to see where he's staying.

— At one of your luxury hotels.

I smiled with that information, irony of fate.

— Go to the hotel's website and find the room you're in, I'll pay my father— in— law a little visit.

I left the room and went home, I needed a shower, most of my time I am spending on organization. Staying at home without that woman freaks me out. I'm frustrated, my will is to mark that body with my possession. I get home, I go straight to the bedroom, I approach the closet and choose an outfit, before going to the bathroom I noticed his nightgown on the bed, I approached him, put it in my hands and touched my nose, inhaled the smell , its scent remains on the fabric.

I threw the piece on the bed and entered the bathroom, got rid of the clothes and entered the shower. The cold water falls on my skin, I remain under her with my eyes closed, I'm hard, I feel my penis throbbing to be inside her. After showering, I dressed and walked to the office, logged into Gmail, quickly accessed the address that Viktor had sent me, there were the details of Fabrício Bellucci's accommodation.

I leave the property and head to the hotel. I went through the lobby and took the elevator, I arrived at the penultimate floor and the metal doors open, I walk down the corridor, I don't find any soldier, he hasn't arrived yet. I go into the room and pour myself a brandy, I sit down in a chair next to a window, now it was time to wait.

20 minutes later the door was opened, the man enters the room without noticing my presence, when he closes the door and turns around, he sees me. He didn't show fear, much less make sudden movements, it's definitely Fabrício Bellucci.

— Wrong room, sir?— he asks, stepping forward into the cellar, helping himself as I did.

— Quite the contrary, I'm in the right room. — I say, placing the glass of drink on the table. — I came to talk to you.

— Do you know who you're talking to?

— I know very well, but I don't think you know who you're answering to.

— Who are you?

—Nick Ross, King of the Underworld.

He looked surprised when he said such words, I take it he has heard of me.

— How did you know I'm in Costa Rica?

— I know everything that happens in my country, including, you are staying in one of my hotels. — I said, he approaches and sat in a chair.

— What do you want, Mr. Ross?

— I know who your daughter is, Bellucci.

I spoke bluntly, the movements of bringing the drink to his mouth stopped, he looked at me with a serious and painful expression.

— What did you just say?

— I know who your daughter is and where she is.

The words didn't seem to enter her head. He was inert, I realized that instead of yearning, it was words of fury that came out of his mouth.

— I respect your territory, but I dare not lie about something delicate!

— I look like you're lying, Mr. Bellucci?

— What you're talking about is impossible!— My daughter was kidnapped in an attack, my wife died. I looked for my daughter for years and never found her.

— Did you find the person responsible for the attack?

— No! I never found any clues.

— Does the name Gabriela Romano remind you of anyone?

— Yes, an ex— girlfriend and best friend of my late one.

— She was involved in the attack and kidnapped your daughter.

My words took him by surprise, he didn't seem to believe what I said.

— Impossible! I looked for her when my daughter was stolen.

— Gabriela Romano placed her daughter in an orphanage in Costa Rica. When she grew up, Gabriela hosted her in her house, pretending to be a kind old lady.

I see his eyes flood with tears, but no tears come down, he remains with a questioning expression, although he is asking me questions, he continued to deny my words, he asked:

— How do you know it's her?— How did you discover all this?

— Your daughter is my mate.

— But how is that? Where did you meet her?

— She worked at a snack bar in an arena here in Costa Rica, I took an interest in her and did everything I could to get her to work as my son's nanny. With that, I seduced her and got her pregnant.

— She is pregnant?

— Yes, I still don't know the gender of the baby, because your daughter ran away from me.

Fabrício looked at me with narrowed eyes, he asked me questioningly.

— How do I know your mate is my daughter?

— She has your eyes, and she looks a lot like your wife.

— Do you have a picture of her?

I took a small photograph of Kamilla out of my suit and held it out to him, he studied the photo, I saw his expression change. Thick tears fall from his eyes, his hand shakes and a sob escapes his mouth:

— Dios mio, it's Paola!— she said vehemently. — Did you marry her?— My figlia....

— I haven't married her yet, but I intend to when I find that runaway.

— Did she run away from you?— Why?

— I made her stay with me, she tried to break up with me when she found out who I really was.

— Oh! He smiled, wiping away the few tears. — When she knows your true origin she will accept to be with you.

— I didn't tell you Fabrício, but her escape was engineered by Gabriela Romano, that means your daughter is in danger.

— That cagna will pay for the destruction of my family.— he said, rising from his chair. — I've heard of the king of the underworld, and as far as I know, he's not known for family reunions.

— Looking for you, it was by alliance.

— If he gets tired of mia figlia, he will have the Italian mafia as an alliance.

— I know that, but for that to happen, I'd need to make sure she's your daughter, that I was aware of it before I took what's rightfully mine.

— I understand, but I think that is not the most important thing. Need to find my daughter, I want to see her, hug her and tell her I'm her father, huh?

— You'll have that right, but I want a guarantee that you won't take what belongs to me.

— You got her pregnant, even if I wanted to take her from you I can't, it's Mafia tradition. Even if she's my daughter, she's your wife.

— It's good to hear it.

I left the hotel and went back to the organization, I told Viktor about the conversation, he was surprised with the ease and speed I had to convince him that I was his daughter. Two days passed and Viktor and I traveled to Dubai, we already knew where they were, I realized that it wasn't just my request to come, but Kamilla's friend, Bianca.

— Are you sure you didn't eat her?

— Yes, I tried to seduce her but she didn't want to.

— Hmm!

The day to break into Ethan's mansion came, it was easy for infiltrated security men, most of whom were replaced. Everything went as planned, Ethan and Gabriela were picked up by the soldiers and taken to the plane, I went after my source of pleasure. My blood bubbles in my veins, I see her in that wedding dress, she was about to marry someone else.

I take her off the floor and put her on my lap, she's passed out, I used the same product that I kidnapped her one day, it's not harmful for the baby. I quickened my steps and got into the car, the mansion behind, crashing into flames. I arrived at the flight area, everyone was already inside the private plane. When Bianca saw her friend unconscious in my arms, she tried to approach her, Viktor tried to stop her.

— Sit down, brunette.

— Who are you to give me orders? Get out of my way before I knock you out.

— Sit the fuck down now!— I ordered impatiently, she looks at me reluctantly but does so without protest.

I place her body on a chair and put on her seat belt. With everyone in their proper places, the plane puts the necessary pressure and takes to the air, with the pilot's warning, I remove Kamilla from the seat and take her to the cabin, put her on the bed and return to the seat.

— You hurt her, didn't you?— Bianca asks me.

— Not yet.

— Nick, she's pregnant, try to understand her condition, she's fragile, she was lied to, manipulated.

— Shut up. — I sent.

— No, you will listen to me!— she says, insisting like a naughty one. — I knew something was wrong and I tried to intervene in various ways, but since they told Kami lies, it was impossible to make her believe me!

She continued to talk and want to justify her friend's choices. Bianca spoke with such conviction of trying to protect her that she didn't notice the moment I entered the cloth and the rest of the product I brought with me for Viktor. He put a good amount on the cloth and sat down next to her.

— Will you shut up?— Viktor asked her, getting her attention.

— No, itchy.

— Wrong answer, baby.

Viktor quickly pressed the cloth to her nose, she tried to fight him off but passed out in the next few seconds.

—If you want, leave her in a hotel and put soldiers to guard her, I'll free you from that woman.

— I'll stay with her, she has a strong temper, I like women with fiber.

— It's your choice.

The flight took a long time to reach its destination, and when we arrived, Ethan and the Crone were sent to the dungeon, Bianca was taken by Viktor and I took my sweet little dove back home where she should never have left.

I have delicious plans for her....