Page 75 of Corrupting Camille
“…he touched me...hurt me…in ways no adult should ever touch a child. When I threatened to tell, he panicked. Draggedme to the edge of my parents’ yacht… and shoved me into the freezing ocean. In the dark.”
I stop breathing.
Not a breath.
Not a blink.
Not a single fucking muscle moves.
And then…Rage.
Not the loud kind.
Not fire.
No.
This burns low.
Controlled.
Focused. The kind of rage that builds prisons. That makes men disappear. I can feel it. Rising. Pouring through me in thick, molten waves. Not a flicker. Not a flash. A flood. A silent, violent promise in the shape of blood. I press my back to the wall, fingers digging into the doorframe until they ache, white-knuckled and violent with restraint. My jaw grinds, bones screaming. My pulse? Thunder. Pounding through my skull like war drums.
She was ten.
Fucking Ten.
Someone touched her. Hurt her.
Tried to drown her.
Tried to erase her.
Small. Scared. Alone. And no one protected her.
She carried it. Alone.
All this time.
Buried it so deep… and now? She’s giving it to a little girl in a whisper, and she has no idea I’m standing outside this door, hearing the truth she’s never said aloud. A truth I was never meant to have.
But now I do.
I step back. One breath. Two.
Quiet. Controlled.
Joaquin answers immediately, tense and alert. “Already there.”
“I need you to dig deeper into Camille's background.” My voice is low, deadly in its calm. “I want everything you missed, every whispered name, every hidden date. Anyone who lingered too long near her, any shadow we overlooked. Leave nothing unturned this time.”
A hesitant pause echoes on the line. Joaquin’s words are careful, measured. “Kane, we’ve combed through it twice…”
“Then rip it apart a third fucking time,” I bite out, fury sharpening every word. “Dig until you’re bleeding. Her childhood, her family, her father’s fucking circle. Every connection. Every guest who stepped onto her family’s yacht from the first moment she did. Every bastard who visited the Sinclair house, every set of eyes that watched her grow.”
A beat of silence, then his voice, hardened and determined.
“Copy that.”
