Chapter 5 Wearing Her Face

Camilla's POV

"I'm Lucy, not Camila" I responded, regaining my consciousness and trying to snap out of my thoughts.

The images of being killed still linger in my head, and it was traumatizing. I must have mistaken Tex for Merlo.

I have to become Lucy to get back at them. No one must know I'm camilia yet.

I could see the sadness in his eyes as his crescent fell, but he straightened his face and looked away, trying to hide his pain and grieving.

I watched as they intended to lock him up in jail, but then I had to stop them. I need Tex.

"It's a misunderstanding, I'm still in character for my recent movie", I apologized, faking a smile and coming up with possible lies to set him free.

Lucy was an actress and that was just one of her many professions.

The detective had to take out the cuffs and I could see his wrist being sore. He walked away from me.

I had to request an ointment and I ran outside to meet him.

He was annoyed, not speaking but waiting for me in the car. Anxiousness washes me as I grit my teeth, wondering what he'd do to me.

I went inside and requested to see his wrist. However, he only told me to put on my seatbelt because it would be a bumpy ride.

He inserted the key, but I took it out and placed it on the dashboard. I took his hands forcefully to apply the ointment.

It didn't care, it was just a part of me that I should get rid of.

"I'm fine" he coldly asserts with a frown.

I gave no response and just kept on applying.

Tex was still as he watched in anticipation. I tried to be careful of his skin, blowing soft air on it.

The air between us crackling with an electric tension. His gaze was like a touch that left me breathless and wanting more.

His muscles stiffened as he breathed softly, then he moved one of his hands away and inserted my hair in my ears.

Tex raised my jaw to stare at him in the eyes. Those eyes bore a deep abiding compassion and I didn't want to get lost in them.

"Who is he?"

His passionate gaze made me drop the ointment as no one had looked at me so genuinely, not even Merlo.

After almost putting him behind bars, he still chose to care. However, I shouldn't be deceived.

It seemed, for a moment, he was the only one that understood everything I said back there.

"Who is Camila?" I requested, anxious to know how he knew that name.

I raised my head to look at him as he licked his lower lips, looking distressed by that name.

"It's best you don't know"

"Are you cheating?" I added, acting out of impulse, and he murmured to himself while starting the car.

He was quiet but then shifted his gaze at me.

"End your relationship with your lover Lucy. If I came across him, I'd chop off his dick."

I widened my eyes. Lucy was the one cheating this time. I thought she loved him?

I squinted my eyes when I heard the loud sound of a vacuum cleaner. The sunray from the sleek glass hits my face and I yawn, feeling lazy.

However, something caught my attention, the sweet savory scent I was perceiving. A taste of freshly baked bread and cinnamon tea.

"Why is this place a mess?" His voice sank into my head and I slowly opened my eyes. It took a while for me to get a lucid picture until my eyes met the tray of tea and bread placed on the table beside me.

Tex cleaning up my room and breakfast on the bed must be his doings too. Nervously, I lowered my eyes at my clothes.

I couldn't trust men lately, but I still had my nightwear and my pussy wasn't throbbing.

That's a relief. I only created this mess because I was frustrated. Tex kept me locked up for days, claiming I needed to recover and didn't want complications.

My jaw dropped at the sight of him, while he moved through the room, his muscles rippled beneath his fitted T-shirt.

His eyes brightened with concentration, he swept with ease. I couldn't help but flutter in my chest, my breath caught in my throat.

His dark hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck, his skin glowering with a healthy sheen.

When he bent, his jeans stretched across his thighs and I lined my eyes straight to his cock, trying not to imagine anything stupid.

My cheeks flushed red as I realized I was staring. There was just something about him that drew me in.

His hand was in one pocket as he now has a drier which he was trying to fix. His brown eyes, warm and enchanting.

My eyes drank every feature on his face as I felt my nipples harden. Why would Lucy cheat on such a guy? He seems nice.

Too sad, only the good people have to be treated badly.

My heart skipped a bit as we locked eyes and I pretended to fall back to bed, embarrassed.

My cheeks blushed more, but he shoved the drier into my face, blowing the hot air on my skin.

I covered my face with my hands, telling him to stop while rising up with a frown.

"Wake up sleeping beauty, your dad and brothers are on their way here" he coldly announced with no emotions and stopped the drier while arranging my scattered clothes on the couch.

Oh, I've got brothers and that was all new to me. I was so busy with my previous life that I didn't realize I was someone different now.

It's a week with Tex, and he just wants me to recall my memory which isn't working. What does he want with my memory?

There were so many probing questions about Tex and Lucy.

I fluttered my eyes, scanning his face and realized he had a cut on his left brow.

His lips had a bruise too, his knuckles white and covered in blisters. It wasn't there last night.

"Did you get into a fight?"

"I got the information you need" he divulges, certainly avoiding my question, but I just wanted to know more about him, and it seems he wasn't telling me.

From the looks of it, he might be a thug, but he was up to something sneaky. I let out a silent hiss, intending to step out while he continues his arrangement.

I shouldn't care, it's his life. I got out of bed to stretch my legs, intending to return after he was done. However, I grabbed the bread and tea with me.

It seems I wasn't familiar with this house yet as I felt I was walking in circles until a noise drew my attention.

I shuddered as the noise was coming from the basement. The bread in my hand fell off, and I clutched the tea cup to my chest.

My breath dried up, slowly with trembling feet, I walked in that direction.

I found myself in a dingy basement, the air was dense with the scent of coffee, cigarettes and worn leather.

It was intense and gave me a queer feeling. In the center of the room, there was a large corkboard which covered up most of the space.

It was covered in a complex web of notes, photographs and some evidence which was puzzling.

Some parts of the wall have a cascade of haphazard collection of notes, photography and newspaper clippings.

It felt as though I was in a crime scene. I dried up where I stood, my mind void of thoughts.

There were photographs that had biserk ink and each were eliminated.

I covered my mouth, baffled as I saw Lucy's photography biserk with red ink and an inscription.

"Next target"

Would I get killed again?