The day started well enough, and it had Camila going about her business, which wasn't all good.
The shadows of the day before that day kept hunting her, and she kept asking herself if she really needed Mandy or not.
She drove around the streets of Las Vegas with no particular destination in mind, because her mind was rather crowded with the thoughts of yesterday which lined up Logan and Mandy. In a blink of an eye, they had become a thing to her.
Her mind railed off from reality into the scapes of wonders; what if Logan wasn't a human being? "Oh damn it, Camila what has gotten into your head?" She said out loud to herself, hands tightened on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road, but mind railed off to another world. "What was that feeling?" Even if she kept pondering over it till day break, there would never be a satisfying answer. But edit occurrencLogan got back to the hospital room just to find a nurse being attended to by other nurses, and the bed was empty. "Are you okay?" Was the first thing he could ask. The nurse threw a look at him like he was her enemy and swallowed it all. "She attacked me with that…" she pointed at the weapon on the floor. Logan was speechless but he had many questions and assumptions flowing through his mind. "What is she up to now?" He asked himself. "I don't know what you gave her, but she needs to be contained," the nurse advised. Logan marveled at her concern even after what Camila did to her. It was people like her that made him feel that the whole redemption thing and faith in humanity was worth it. He walked out of the hospital and back again. He crumpled the sheets of the bed cover where Camila had laid and brought it close to his nose
Camila*_* I went into the Casino and straight to my office, ignoring any remark and anything that required my attention, both important and unimportant ones. What was most important was my life— my crumbled and shattered life was healing and at the same time shattering, again. What the fuck was going on? And in the middle of my internal nuisance, the door was disturbed. "Who is it?" I asked. "Uhm sorry, wrong door" he said and I heard two different female voices giggling till they departed from my corner. "Bitches about to get fucked. Shameless hoes'' I snarled and stared closely at the CCTV monitors. I was looking for someone— Logan. But surprisingly, he was nowhere to be found. Why didn't he follow me? I felt good and bad at the same time. He would be off my tail, that was good. And I wouldn't be feeling the Logan feeling
Camila had her eyes fixed at Logan Creed all the while he was talking and he tried not to make eye contacts with her. She hoped that he would even act like he knew her, but no, he didn't only looked like a whole different person in a corporate dress, responsible, fine and worthy of being a CEO, he pretended not to know that she even existed— and it surprisingly pained her. "I'm really honoured to be here today. I have been looking forward to this day for years, and I'm so happy…" he smiled whole heartedly. "I really want to see you all. A heartfelt thank you to each and everyone one of you, because you are the reason why this Casino has remained the number one best Casino in Las Vegas and the company, a leading Gambling and Public merchandise company in the United States…" His speech attracted a thunderous applause from the employees, except Camila, who was feeling dumb and lost
The next day, she was opportuned to not only see the mansion of an Italian Billionaire, but also get to feel its walls and witness its beauty in and out. "Are you going to sit down or what?" Logan said to Camila whose mind had been tipped off by the overwhelming charge of the mansion. The living room was authentic, much more vintage and looked aged with classic textures. Gold and silver decorative wares weren't spared from its exquisite assets. The chandelier that hung from the far-reached POP ceiling was huge and its light clinged under gold antiques reflected onto the white ceiling and gave a crisp and sweet look. The mansion must have been built a long time ago, but the technological gadgets and appliances present were of advanced innovations, and some, fully customized. But the rich feel of its history wasn't absent. &nb
The ride to California wasn't so tedious, but the search for Jacques resident was wearisome. But they would soon creft to downtown Los Angeles but they were redirected to the outskirts. "So much for a person like Jacques, don't you think?" Logan said to Camila standing beside his car. They were facing the street and Camila had stopped to get some things in a general merchandise store. "It's Jacques, what did you think?" She said with a shrug. "Is Jacques? Are you kidding me? You are the one that brought us out here." Camila opened her car's door. "Don't worry. We are going to find him at …" and she lapped inside. Riding off with Logan closely behind her, at moderate speed. After half an hour, they reached their destination. It was a Lakehouse in the middle of the are
Logan parked his car and when his feet met with the earth, he walked hastily and disappointedly to Camila who leaned against her car waiting for him. "What was that about?!" Logan scolded her. Camila laced out from the car's leaning support. "You want to know? He almost killed me, I —" "We needed information! Now we got nothing because you killed him." "Logan would you fucking stop blaming me?!" "No! You are a killer! All you do is kill! You have got an empty soul, you have shedded a lot of blood, a lot of lives gone like fowls… and you don't want to change" he said the last part in a soft tone, as if he was sorry. "Fine…" Camila chuckled. "I am the devil's daughter anyway, or probably, the devil herself…" she brought the car key and dropped it into the palm of his hand.
*Logan*_* After a few sips from my personal wine glass, I thought about Camila again. I couldn't stop thinking about her, even if I wanted to, but the truth was that I couldn't. I knew what I did earlier, but I wished that she could change. But why was I acting like I was righteous? When I myself was on the path of redemption. We were two imperfect mysterious monsters, and I was starting to feel what Buck was talking about. She made me weak and I made her calm, maybe stronger now. But she was getting out of hand, and it doesn't feel good. I just hoped that I wouldn't lose her… "Sorry to disturb you, sir…" I heard a voice precisely from the barn, and it could only be one person. "Buck" I growled and rushed out from the house to the back yard. I hated his intrusions and that was why I had implied precautions in my house. But
"No, you are not going to kill her" I forced myself to get the stick out but it was too big for where it was, and too painful. "You haven't been listening. Anyways, hope you survive this, its only a shame that you don't get to see her at her end" he said and walked away. The night was before the sky already, and I had to get out of it no matter what. So I tried, I tried harder. Truth be told, I could die if it takes my heart out with it, although I would get back to the land of the living, but it would take up to a hundred and twenty full moons for my heart to regenerate and for life to be insnared back But I had to try, even if death would be included in the master plan. I broke part of the branch that stuck out to my chest and cried out loud with the pain. I pulled myself out with all the strength I could muster up and reached the remai