Page 17 of Possessive Vows

“This is Dimitri Volkov. Camilla cannot stay at the facility. I will take her with me. She will be safe.”

Giorgio murmurs a command to someone on his end of the line. A video icon flashes along the bottom of the screen. I press accept, aim the camera at my face, and angle my body so Camilla and the nurse show in the background.

With sweat dripping down his temples and a black t-shirt stretched over his shoulders, Giorgio rips the strap of a boxing glove off his wrist with his teeth and shakes the glove onto the floor before taking his phone from whoever is holding it.

“What’s going on, Camilla?” he asks.

She steps closer to fit better in the frame but avoids touching me as she addresses her brother and head of her family.

“I’ll explain what happened later, but for now, just know I’m leaving with him because I think it’s the right thing to do. He’s not forcing me to go,” she says.

His eyes narrow on the bandage.

“I don’t like this. Let me—”

“No, Giorgio. He brought me to my phone even though we need to leave right now. I’ll call you again soon,” she says.

The command in her tone hardens my cock.

“Does Serenity know?” Giorgio asks.

“I texted her,” Camilla replies.

“Call her first as soon as you get somewhere safe,” Giorgio says.

Camilla nods. Giorgio shifts his hard eyes to mine.

“I’m trusting Camilla, not you. Do not turn off her phone. I expect a face-to-face meeting within twenty-four hours,” he says.

“Da,that is acceptable,” I say.

When he quirks a brow and turns his gaze back to Camilla, she leans forward and mashes the end call button.

The lightly fruity scent wafting from her almost distracts me from the thin white scars on her inner arm. Not expecting her to voluntarily get so close to me, I crane my neck down to meet her gaze. Her breast almost brushes against my arm.

She steps back and holds out her hand for the phone. I place it on her palm.

“You have thirty seconds to gather anything you may need,” I say.

After half a second of consideration, she grabs a larger purse, stuffs a pair of clothes and her already loaded purse inside, grabs a fresh set of sweats from the stacks, and offers me both the bigger bag and my jacket.

Disappointment rolls through me, but I take both items. She looked good in my clothes, even though the jacket isn’t my style. As she heads toward the bathroom with the clean set of sweats, the nurse pulls a small radio from her belt and speaks into it as she steps into the hall.

Camilla meets my eyes as she swings the door shut between us. She stops before the latch clicks, leaving it partially open.

I stride across the room and stand with my back facing the door, giving her privacy while ensuring no one enters.

A few seconds later, she turns on the sink but quickly shuts it off and twists the doorknob. She swings the door open and pauses until I move toward the hall, unblocking the walkway.

After slipping her socked feet into a pair of white sneakers, she grabs her phone charger from the bedside table and takes the bag from me.

The colorful bandage on her cheek fills me with bittersweet emotions. I gesture for her to lead the way.

“Are we going out the way we came or through the front?” she asks.

“The front,” I answer.

She nods.

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