Camila's P.O.V
"You want us to get a divorce?" I ask my father in disbelief, even though I expected it.
"I'm not asking you to, I'm telling you to get a divorce, it won't be so hard Camila" he replies twirling his cigar in between his fingers.
He really came all the way over here just to tell me to get a divorce. All because he's signed with Marcell Clair now and doesn't need the Camorra contract, poor guy just keeps selling himself short for more riches.
The Camorra contract could have been the best thing ever, but he's so greedy, I don't blame him for wanting more for himself.
"And what if I don't want to?" I challenged.
His eyes looked at me, inspecting my face before he squinted at me. His usual way of saying I dare you, but I've gotten used to it way too much these days.
"You don't want to do that" he replies with a sly chuckle.
"Why not?" I ask trying to reel as much as I can fro
