Chapter 3
Camilla P.O.V
Unbelievable it is.
Its five thirty in the morning and my parents are sipping coffee and laughing between them.
"Why you up so early?" I asked sleepily.
"Manners Camilla" my mom scolded
""Sorry Ma. Good morning mom and dad" I smiled extra sweetly as they quietly laughed.
I turned to get some orange juice while my dad got up and kissed me on the forehead before going to refill his cup.
"The day gas knock your ass upside down for not drinking tea they better not call me cause I'm going hang my damn phone up" she muttered as she drank her coffee while watching me drink the orange juice.
"People get gas because they drink hot beverages on a regular and then just decide they going to skip a few times, I don't drink hot beverages in the whole"
"Why are you up this early princess?" my dad asked as he watched me finish my orange juice.
"Lucas" was my only answer. It was short but it explained everything.
My parents nodded in understanding knowing that this is nothing new. Lucas is no stranger to this family. He's my adopted older brother but I prefer the term best friend.
His parents died in an armed robbery when he was ten but they protected him by lying on top of him to shield him away from the bullets. After all that none of his relatives wanted to take him in and he was obviously underage so they were sending him to foster care. He was scared and alone so he ran, left to wander streets.
Daddy was on his way back from a meeting and saw Lucas half head and begging on the streets. He said he didn't know what it is that made him bring Lucas back with him instead of taking him to the hospital. He grew fond of Lucas during his days of recovery so he decided to adopt him. He told dad that his last name was the only thing he had left of his parents so he wanted to keep it. So instead of Lucas George, we have Lucas Francois. He doesn't speak about the rest of his heartless family.
"He asked me to pick up a package for him at Subway. It's a strange place, I know that much but its food so I might as well get breakfast there and head to work after"
I kissed both their cheeks before heading upstairs to get ready.
After taking a shower I decided on something simple since I will be heading to work after. There was this beige colored, ¾ length dress with flowers all over it that Henry bought me just hanging in a corner of the closest. It was really pretty so I picked that to wear. I picked out a pair of black ankle boots and left them by the bed to go comb my hair. My hair is what you would call a beast. I loved my hair but the struggle to comb this shit was terrifying. The curls in my hair had me going through combs like food.
After finally combing this headache I put on some light makeup before putting on my boots, grabbing my bag and heading down the stairs.
Lucas thinks I'm playing with his white ass but he got another thing coming. My white Audi looked a little dirty so I guess I had to go with the Kia. If you haven't noticed, I am a little attached to my baby Audi.
Oh! Piercings and tattoos! I have eight piercings and I am not even finished. I have two pairs on my earlobes, a triple helix on my left cartilage and an industrial on right cartilage. I have three tattoos as well, a flower line going from under my left breast stopping right under my ass. I have the fours symbols from a deck of cards and lastly, the words I Love You A in Korean on the third finger of my left hand but in all honesty, my piercing and tattoos are a way of getting rid of the pain I feel.
It has been years since I have lost one of the most important people I valued in my love life. Every year on the first of January, instead of drinking or attempting suicide I cancel out my pain with pain.
If by chance I have memories or nightmares, I channel it into cooking which I practically enjoy, one of the reasons I have my restaurant, Sixteen Handles.
Just as I'm about to step into my car Henry's sleepy face poke out the door connecting the house to the garage indicating that I am not going to like what he's about to say.
"Camilla, with your guards" he said sternly
I groaned in frustration thinking I almost slipped out.
"But Henry" I whined
"No buts Cam, take your guards or I'll send mine with you as well"
I sighed in defeat knowing I wasn't winning this one. He always does this shit with Delicia and I. I mean I can understand that you're worried and you're trying to be protective but come one. Not one, not two and definitely not three but six fucking guards.
Six!
One time I threw a tantrum and made a big fuss about having sixe guards and he made it his mission of showing me who was the big one by adding his ten guards. Nigga had me looking like Trump's racist ass visiting Nigeria.
Opening the garage door I can already see the two black tinted SUV's waiting. My guards are all trained assassins who have been with me since the beginning of college. There are three men and three women who look like they are high on steroids but they are smart, silent and definitely deadly but they know I like to keep a low profile which requires them to dress to the occasion so they can blend in.
The first car drove off so I can fit my car in the middle of it and the one behind me. I'm still grumbling about their choice of cars and all of this being unnecessary.
Stopping at the red light, I pull out my phone to call, set up the Bluetooth and dial Lucas's number waiting for him to answer.
"Wae?" his gruff voice laced with sleep sounded through the car.
(Why?)
"Good fucking morning to you too" I grumbled back rolling my eyes.
His laugh lit up my car. I guess he thought it was funny to make jokes this morning.
"Bitch I would turn this car around and take my black ass back to bed"
"Ok. Ok. She's there already, sitting in the right corner. I'm in a meeting right now so I don't have the luxury to talk all day sis so just call me back when you get it" he whispered still laughing.
"Boy bye" I said before hanging up the phone.
Parking my car in the lot, I'm already flanked before I could open the door. It's not long before I meet the counter of Subway. The cashier is a girl no more than eighteen with a bright smile on her face. She looks way too happy. I order what I need, collect my bill and start my line of wrapping up my breakfast while the guards pack theirs as well. I always keep my protectors satisfied.
"Cam!" I spun so fast at that voice I almost got whiplash. This bitch.