“Honey? What’s going on?” my mom asks.
My dad looks at her and me, and I can tell that he’s trying to hold in his anger.
“Camilla got a package today. Seems we had missed one,” he says with a growl.
I immediately stiffen.
“Who?” I ask.
He looks me right in the eye. “Reaper.”
Reaper? Fuck no. That asshole is supposed to be dead along with the rest of the Devil’s Souls.
“Fuck, are you sure?” I say angrily.
“Let’s go. I’m sorry you had to come home to this,” my dad says quickly giving me a hug.
“This is what we are about. Camilla became one of our own when she jumped in front of that bullet for you. If there is the slightest chance that there is a Devil’s Soul out there then we need to take care of it,” I say, and he nods his head approvingly.
“There’s my son,” he says and I notice the pride in his eyes.
“I’m not fully back yet, but I’m getting there,” I tell him as we climb into the car.
I feel like it takes forever before we pull up to Camilla’s house.
Walking up to the house, I feel something that I hadn’t for a long time and that’s nerves.
Fuck. The last time I saw this woman I was a complete asshole. I don’t have a choice of seeing her right now. I thought I would have more time to prepare.
Fuck, when did my palms get sweaty?
And why is my heart beating so fast?
The door opens almost as soon as my dad rings the bell.
“Thank fuck you’re here,” Xavier says as he opens the door.
“She’s been in panic mode since you hung up,” he says, and we walk into the living room.
I don’t think about my actions, but I see Camilla sitting on the couch with her knees up to her chest and her head buried in her hands shaking her head back and forth. I hear how fast her breathing is and instinct takes over.
I sit beside her and pull her into my lap. She breathes me in for a second before she lets out a sob. She clings to me like if she lets go, I’m going to disappear.
Fuck, that’s a feeling I didn’t know that I needed.
I hadn’t felt it since she was at the club after finding the club princesses and her locked and chained in a room.
“T-tyson?” she says in a relieved voice.
“I’m here, Camilla. I’m not going anywhere. You are safe,” I say. She must hear the truth in my words because she nods her head and I feel the tension leave her body.
It takes a few minutes for her to calm down. When she finally does, she just sits up on my lap and doesn’t make an attempt to get up.
I don’t say anything. The blush coating her cheeks lets me know that she’s aware of it but still needs my comfort in some way.
“My mom is packing my stuff since I sort of lost it after I called,” she admits.
My dad nods. “That’s alright. Is anyone else coming? It might be best,” he asks.
Camilla nods her head, but it’s her brother that speaks.
“Yeah, we are all coming. She may be getting better every day, but we are in no way ready to let her go yet,” he says.
“Good, good I will get rooms prepared for you,” my dad says before he grabs his phone from his pocket and starts barking orders.
“Alright, and I will let the girls know of the change of plans while you guys pack your stuff,” my mom says sweetly but also in a commanding tone. Fuck, I don’t know how she does that, but this is how she has always been. She’s perfected it over the years.
They both leave to grab their bags or pack, and my mom heads into another room to call and make the room arrangements.
“Welcome back,” Camilla says shyly and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Thanks. This isn’t how I pictured the day going, but I’m glad to see you,” I tell her honestly.
She sucks in a surprised breath.
“Wow… I don’t know what to say to that,” she says.
“It’s alright. We have a lot to work through, but I’m hoping we can get to know each other as friends,” I say hoping that my face doesn’t show the nerves I’m feeling.
She lets a little smirk slip and then catches herself, but I saw it.
“Friends,” she replies.
Chapter Thirteen
Camilla
When I walk into the clubhouse, I feel so relieved to be here; like I’m finally coming home. This place is important to me and these people have become family.
The women greet my family in with smiles and act like nothing is going on and we are just here for the welcome home BBQ for Tyson.
I can see the anger in every man’s eyes though. If one had got away, I wonder what they have to be feeling. I don’t remember seeing Reaper that night though. I’ve tried to think back on it when we were headed here, but I couldn’t remember seeing him the night before. Once Katy was gone, so was he.
They show me to a room that seems to be across from Tyson’s room and his dad’s room. “We have a couple spare rooms here that the kids usually stay in, so one has two beds and one has a queen,” Derek says and I can’t help but laugh.
I look at my brother as we walk over to the small twin beds. “Well, looks like we are sharing a room again,” I say laughing. He just shakes his head and chuckles.
“That’s alright. I kind of got used to
