All about you

chapter 13

Damon

Locating his house wasn't an issue because we dropped him off earlier before driving over to mine. Camilla will definitely kick my balls if she finds out that I went in search of answers to unasked questions.

I parked my car at the curb before walking down to his apartment. I grimaced at how unkept the environment is, even the building looks like it's going to collapse any moment from now. I hope Camilla doesn't visit this dude? Because walking inside this building is like walking around in a death trap.

Having no idea of his room number, I approached a guy who is busy smoking just by the stairs. "Which room can I find Cain?" I don't even know his last name.

"Who is asking?" The guy asked, puffing smoke to my face intentionally.

I don't really blame him, this isn't my territory. Back in Spain, my presence alone will make the guy dance to my f*****g tune. He tried to take another drag, but I grabbed his hand, my hold awfully tight. He tried to pull his hand away but I tightened my hold. My dark gaze held his as I forced the cigarette out of his hand, then squashed it under my feet. Only then did I release him with a shove. "Which room can I find Cain?" I asked him again, something I do not like to do.

"Why...do... why do you want to know?"

This fucker really thinks I'm here to joke around. I slapped him hard on the face, and before he could recover from the slap, I pointed my gun to his forehead "I'm going to ask for the very last time, and I advise you think twice before answering my question "which room can I find Cain?"

"His room number is 17, the guy with the clean white door and a flower pot." He blurted out, almost blabbing

Irritated at his too frightened figure, I grabbed his collar and pulled him towards me, putting us nose-to-nose "that wasn't so diffcult was it? Did I really have to repeat myself before you deliver the answer that I'm looking for?"

The guy literally trembled like a leaf which irritated the f**k out of me "I'm so sorry sir! Please I'm sorry sir! If I had known that you_"

"I what?!" I barked at the boy, interrupting whatever he wanted to say. "look at me in the face and do well to remember me, because next time, if you unluckily fall into my path again, and you make this s**t repeat itself again, I'll make sure to make that day your very last." I shoved him away and made my way into the building complex.

As I made my towards room number seventeen, I carefully avoided the littered trash that filled the hallway. Just as like the guy said, room number seventeen's door was painted white with flower pots by the side.

I didn't bother knocking, I just picked the lock and made my way inside the house. I had to switch on my touch light to be able to make out anything in the room. I saw who I came for sleeping on the tiny bed at the end of the room, I ignored him for now to observe my environment.

Compared to the building and the trash I saw on my way here, I have to say I'm impressed on your neat and organized his room is. Someone who haven't been in this room will never believe that there is a room this immaculate and organized in this very building.

I sat down on the only sofa there, which groaned in response. I kicked the edge of the bed which made him jump up in fright. He blinked rapidly as he scratched his dishevelled hair. "Mr Salvador? What are you doing here by this time of the day?"

"I want to have a discussion with you, more like I'll ask the questions and you answer them."

The moment he rubbed the haziness out of his eyes and brain, he glared at me "you wanted to talk to me and you couldn't wait till it's morning? You know, the time that normal people make conversation" he deadpanned, not even hiding his irritation towards me for interrupting his sleep.

"You work in the same library with Camilla, it's going to be diffcult to talk to you without her finding out, and I honestly prefer spending my time with her during the day than spending it with you." Throughout the syndicate worldwide, everybody knows that my nickname is night walker, and I was given that name for a reason.

"Why in heavens name do you even think I'm going to hide this conversation from Cammy?" His eyes darted quickly to the door "how on earth did you even get in here? I remember locking that for before going to bed"

I leaned back on the sofa, then lifted my legs on what I assume is the center table. My unblinking eyes focused on him "I presume I gave you the impression that you are allowed to ask questions." The gun held on my waist itched to be released, but I decided against it. Cain is not the enemy, at least not yet. "Let's make something clear here, I get to ask the question and your job is to give me appropriate response."

"Why?" He snapped "why will I do that?"

I drummed my fingers on the armrest just to keep them busy, or else they will be wrapped round his throat. I have no intention of hiding my real life from Camilla, afterall, I plan on taking her with me to Spain when I leave New York for good, but that doesn't mean I want her to find out right away, I want to first gain her total trust and love before I open up to her, and that is the only reason that is preventing me from pointing my gun at his fellow who thinks he can question me. "I am known not to repeat myself, but I seem to be doing a lot of that ever since I arrived New York."

His brows furrowed "what is that suppose to mean?"

And he is still asking questions. "I know some ugly s**t happened in Camilla's life in the past, and I know it f****d her up really bad, her phobia for rich people is enough evidence, but_"

"You are here to ask about Camilla's past? You couldn't get the balls to ask her or did she refuse to tell you? Is that why you are here instead, seeking for answers instead of respecting the decision of the woman you claim to be with?"

"Utter any other word without being told to, I promise you that you will search for your tongue but won't find it." My threat seem to shut him up or rather it placed him in a place of shock. "I am not here to talk about that, but I'm getting to talk about her addictions. Is she addicted to alcohol?"

"You better get ready to cut my tongue because I'm not sharing Camilla's secrets with you. Period."

I admire his loyalty, men like this are what we need in our syndicate, however, his loyalty is also annoying the f**k out of me. I scratched my stubble in irritation. "Today, at the party, she took four glasses of champagne, before dinner, she almost snatched my glass of whiskey, and during dinner too, she almost finished the wine bottle without taking much from her plate. If she is addicted to alcohol, don't you think you should tell me so I can regulate her intake anytime she's around me?"

Emotional blackmail. My next form of action if violence isn't working. It has never failed me, and I know it never will.

"When I met Camilla she was an addict, she was addicted to cocaine instead, she went to rehab thrice but ended up having a relapse anytime she comes across cocaine. I didn't know what to do, I was angry and faustrated myself, and back then an addict felt like adding to my problems do I cut off ties with her. One day she came back crying that she's a changed person, I didn't believe her, but when she told me her story, I knew I had to be there for her before she commits suicide. To my surprise, she didn't go back to cocaine for sometime, but I also noticed something else about her, she was always drunk. That was when I realized that she used alcohol to get over cocaine. I helped her fight her new habit or at least I helped her put it under control. I can proudly say I haven't seen her drunk for almost two years."

"So she was once addicted to cocaine and alcohol?" I asked, but because I didn't understand what he just said, but because I wanted to understand the situation better.

"Don't f*****g judge her!" He snapped at me, his face reddening in anger.

I chuckled humourlessly at him humourlessly. He thinks I'm judging her for once being an alcohol and drug addict? If only he knows the evil that I've done in this life. Compared to the things I've done, Camilla is still a saint. "I judge no man" at least the ones that didn't offend me. Steal from me or betray me, and I'll not only be the judge, I'll also be the chief executioner.

I stood up from the sofa which also groaned in happiness for the elevated pressure. "You can go back to sleep, I have the answers I came for."

"I'll do that after I lock my door again." He mumbled under his breath. Not in the mood for his crankiness, I walked away without uttering any other word to him.

When I got home, I checked Camille to be sure she didn't notice my absence, sure enough, she was still asleep. I returned to the guest room to shower and get ready for bed. Whilst in the car, I told her that we'll sleep in different room if that's what will make her comfortable, and in as much as I'm not in total support of this sleeping arrangements, I have to uphold the offer I made to her earlier.

I took my time showering, the hot water pouring down on my skin feels like a reminder that I made it through another day without an enemy hitting me down. I finally walked out of the bathroom when my skin turned red, with the towel wrapped round my waist, I walked into my bedroom, ready for bed, but when phone rang countering my plans.

"What is it Alejandro?"

"We have a problem boss!" He replied in English, probably because I asked him the question in English.

Of course there will always be a problem in my absence. "What is going on Alejandro? Do I necessarily have to ask before you spill it out?"

"The Italians attacked the club in Madrid and also destroyed more than half of the products in the warehouse."

Bastards! f*****g cunts! "Did anybody get hurt at the club?" I really hope not, because losing half of the cocaine stored in the warehouse is enough lose.

"Five of the strippers died in crossfire."

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration "send money to the family of the deceased, and tell the men to be ready for my return, I'll leave New York very early tomorrow morning."

"Yes boss."

"Is there any other thing I have to know?"

"Your mum was rushed to the hospital this morning, she suffered another heart attack."

I definitely need to go home "and why wasn't I informed?" Mum's heart is weak, we all know it. It's actually a wonder how she survived for so long.

"I expected your father to make the call"

"I don't pay my father to give me reports. Next time, when s**t goes down, you call me directly but wait for my father to do so. Am I clear?"

"Crystal clear boss"

I disconnected the call and pulled out my suitcase. I'm definitely going to Spain tomorrow, staying away for so long has done more harm than good.