I spend the next few hours playing board games with my sister and laughing like there isn’t a storm raging outside.
Maybe I can make it through this with my family after all.
Chapter Twenty
Camilla
Three weeks later.
The last few weeks have completely flown by. They were amazing.
If it wasn’t for the fact that I wasn’t allowed to leave the clubhouse, I would have completely forgotten that Reaper was still out there.
I am dressing in my room when I see my phone ringing on my bed. I go to grab it and see a blocked number. I answered it without really thinking. When I hear Reaper’s voice, I freeze immediately.
“You think that they can keep you safe from me? No one can keep you safe from me, Camilla.” The cold tone in his voice chills me to the bones.
“What, too shocked to speak? You think that I have forgotten about you? Or how about the fact that you are in your room now; all alone.”
My eyes take in the room the room around me. My eyes go to the window that is only slightly drawn open.
“What do you want?” I ask with my voice shaking.
“What do I want?” he says with an evil laugh.
“I want you back where you belong. You will come to me, Camilla, or everyone that you love in that clubhouse won’t live to see their next breath. I’ve come to tell you that you have two weeks to come to me or I will blow that precious place to nothing. With you in it. Tell anyone about this phone call, and I might just do it anyway.”
His words have me freezing on the spot.
“You answer when I speak to you,” he says angrily.
I nod my head. “I hear you, Reaper.”
“Two weeks.”
I hang up the phone. My hands are completely shaking. I can’t let anything happen to anyone. What am I going to do? Willingly walk into my own hell?
When I hear the doorknob turn, I run to the bathroom. I need to get myself together because whoever that is will be able to tell something is wrong.
I hear my brother stomping around the room and he knocks on the bathroom door.
“Cami, you about done in there? You have been in there all morning,” he states.
I take a breath before I speak. “Yeah, I’m here. Just about ready,” I say washing my face and hoping that it will help get rid of some of the terror overcoming my body.
I take another five minutes before I calm my breathing down. I also make sure that I don’t look so scared. I have to think of something.
My brother rushes into the bathroom after I walk out. I can’t help but laugh because I know that if he wasn’t rushing right by me, he would have noticed immediately by my face that something was wrong. He and my parents will definitely know that something is going on, so I have to keep myself occupied until I figure out what I am going to do, although something tells me that I already know what it will be.
When Tyson walks in early in the morning, he looks at me with a smile that has my fears and thoughts melting away.
If I’m only here for a few more days then I am not going to worry about Reaper and his threats. I’m going to enjoy the man that would have been mine if I didn’t have a horrible past trying to catch up to me.
“Morning baby, did you sleep okay?” he asks as he gets close to me and places a light kiss on my lips.
“I sure did,” I say nodding my head. It’s not a lie, but I can’t exactly tell him what ruined what was going to be a good day.
“Good. Ink wanted to show you the tattoo he made up for you,” Tyson tells me.
I nod my head and fake excitement. I won’t be able to get it now because if Reaper sees that I covered his name, he would make me pay by re-carving his name over it even more slowly and painfully than he did the first time.
“Sure, we can take a look and see what he’s come up with,” I say as Ink himself walks into the room.
He’s holding a tube that I’m assuming has my would-be tattoo in it.
“There she is! I have to admit that this might be my best work yet,” Ink says as he sits down beside me. Lily, who I didn’t see was in the room, hands him a coffee.
“Oh thanks, darling,” he says taking a sip.
I rub my hands together. “Well, let’s see it.”
“Now hold on. You will see it, but you have to promise me that you will tell me if you hate it. You have to love it. It’s not going on my body but, if you don’t like it, I will find someone who will because it’s just too good to waste,” he says with a wink.
I nod my head eagerly. Now I definitely want to see it. His excitement is contagious.
When he takes the drawing out of the tube and spreads it out over the table in front of me, I can’t help but gasp at what I see.
“Ink,” I say in surprise.
The phoenix is big which is what I expected. It’s also full of colour and perfect. The body and part of one of the wings would have been covering Reaper’s name. Bright red, orange, and yellow covering that awful part of me. The wing extends out to my back along the middle and lower while the opposite wing extends to my stomach
