SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW

The parking garage of the hotel where i lodged was too quiet. My heels echoed against concrete, each click bouncing off empty cars and shadowed pillars. It was late, past midnight, but something felt wrong. Off.

My confrontation with Rose and my family had left me drained, empty except for the cold satisfaction of finally seeing behind her mask. I fumbled with my key fob, wanting nothing more than to get to my hotel room and plan my next move.

A car door slammed somewhere in the darkness.

I stopped, listening. Nothing but the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant sound of traffic.

My phone buzzed in my purse. Rose's number. I declined it, but not before noticing my signal had dropped to one bar.

Perfect.

Footsteps behind me. Multiple sets.

I walked faster, cursing my choice of heels. The hotel's elevator was just around

the corner, past a row of concrete pillars. If I could just...

"Going somewhere, Mrs. Rodriguez?"

A man stepped out from behind a pillar. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black. Professional. Two more appeared behind me, cutting off my retreat.

Not a random attack, then.

voice stayed steady despite my racing heart. "And I have a dinner reservation, so if you'll

wasn't a nice

started carrying after signing the

anonymous." He stepped closer. "Now, we can do this

The pepper spray caught him

off my heels as I sprinted for the elevator. The other

there. Just a

someone grabbed my hair, yanking me backward. My purse went flying, contents scattering across the

wasn't very nice." The first man's voice was rough with pain and rage. "Hold

I fought, kicking,

might be difficult." The first man wiped his streaming eyes. "Said you needed

it. Her parting shot, making sure I understood

you're going to kill me," I spat, "at least have the guts to

no. Just a message. A reminder of what happens to people who don't know when to

the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping, but

role in life." Another blow, this

shooting through my body. But

"That's enough."

voice cut through the garage like

saw dark figures emerging from

in her fifties

that probably cost more than my car, her silver hair swept

caught me.

of my

to have a very bad day." The woman's

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