His Lethal Love
Chapter 9

Past.

Scott POV.

"Shit! It's fucking hurting me, Maura." I growled when she accidentally rubbed my wound.

"I'm sorry, babe." She stroked my back tenderly and carefully. "That ugly rat beat you badly." I breathed deeply, clenching my jaw and trying to distract my attention from Camille. "She's got no heart at all. You should have seen her face when she was whacking you with a belt. It would have made you cry to see how joyful she was. I want to kill her with my own hands!" I closed my eyes and exhaled sharply when Maura put ointment on my wounds. "You know yesterday, she was bullying Samuel."

"What?" My head spun toward her. "She was bullying Samuel."

"Shit." Maura looked away from me, biting her lip. "Samuel wouldn't want you to know that."

"What exactly was she doing to him?" I demanded, clenching my hands into fists as rage was consuming me.

"She made fun of his crooked nose and the way he walks." She lowered her gaze. "Samuel was hurt, but he smiled and let her do what she liked since he loves her."

"I won't leave her." I jumped to my feet and was about to leave when Maura stopped me.

"If you hurt Camille, Scott, it hurts Samuel more."

With my eyes closed, I breathed heavily and tried to calm myself. "If we don't stop her, then she will break my brother!" I growled, shaking with anger. "If anything happened to him, I would not be able to forgive myself."

"I'm fine, brother," he said with a gentle voice as he entered my room. "Don't worry about me, dear."

"You're not going anywhere near her." I snapped, glaring at him.

"Are you ordering me, bro?" he jeered. "You're asking something I'll never do. I'll never stop chasing and cherishing her. If you ask me to stop loving her, it makes me only stop loving you." he came closer to me, gazing into my eyes, which were identical to mine. "Don't make me hate you."

"Are you fucking blind?" I roared, stepping forward to him and making him step back. "Can't you see what she is doing to us?"

"Yes, I'm blind to her love. I can't see what she is doing to us!" he said calmly and spun around before stalking out of the room.

With a defeated sigh, I slumped back into bed, glaring at the ceiling. "Sooner or later, he'll come to know what kind of girl Camille Martinez is..." Maura leaned into my side and ran her fingers over my jaw. "Do you want me to give you a lap dance, baby?"

"No!" I spat and fled from her. Sometimes I wished to get my own time as Maura always occupied me.

She laid me on my stomach and applied ointment to my back. When she brushed her breasts against me, I chided, "I don't feel like it, Maura."

Snorting, she pushed herself away from me. "Why do you always displease me?" she asked.

I looked out of the window without saying a word.

"Whoa, that's scary!" Camille laughed and kicked one of her male friends, Michael. Immediately, he seized her waist and pushed her against the car hood, leaning towards her. My eyes narrowed at the time he slipped his hand inside her t-shirt. "Michael...!" Camille shouted while kneeling between his legs, and that made me surprisingly relieved.

"Fuck you!" Michael grunted, cupping his balls. "I was kidding."

"It wasn't funny!" Camille snarled and shoved him away roughly.

"I know you are not gay, Camille Davidson," Michael yelled, and I frowned in confusion. I sat upright when he rushed after her and grabbed her shoulder. "You can't fool me." "Leave me, Michael!" She shouted and tore herself away from him.

"Camille," Michael didn't let her go.

Clenching my hands, I jumped off the bed and snatched my t-shirt off the table before heading out.

"Scott..." Maura called out. "Where are you going?" I ignored her, strolled down the hallway, and hurried out of the house. "Scott, listen..." I heard Maura rushing after me.

"I need some fresh air, Maura." I gritted out without looking at her.

"Let me catch you first." She panted from behind me.

Without thinking through it, I headed towards the alley where Camille and Michael were fighting.

"Get off me, Michael. What are you doing?" I heard Camille.

"Do you think I let you go that easily?" Michael barked.

"You'll be sorry if you don't..."

My chest tightened with fear when suddenly her voice vanished in the air. I jogged into the alley, but she was nowhere in sight. Her fingers and gloves lay on the other side and her bike at one corner. "Fuck!" I clenched my fist. "Why the fuck I am here? I don't give a flying fuck if she is in danger. It would be even better if she gets out of my way."

"Scott, why have you come here?" Maura approached me, gasping for breath.

"I thought someone needs my help," I said, scanning around us.

"Is this not Camille's?" Maura pointed to her motorcycle.

"I don't know." I spat and turned around, heading back to my house. I nearly arrived at my place, but a high-pitched voice broke into the air and my feet automatically broke into a run.

"Help!"

"Help!"

"Help!" Camille shouted, and I moved to my right, entering another street.

And there I spotted them, but my eyes widened in shock when I saw my brother kicking Michael's shin, causing him to land on the ground. He grabbed him by his hair and left a couple of good punches on his face, making him grunt in pain. Camille was standing on the other side, hugging her body tightly, watching everything with a terrified expression.

"You'll be sorry, bastard!" Michael grumbled while clutching his bloody nose.

"Who is gonna be sorry, fucker." I hissed out, sauntering towards them. Camille's mouth hung open as she watched me with surprise. I smirked at her funny expression and flung my fist and landed it in Michael's nose. "Never touch women without their consent." I threw another punch, making him scream out. I grasped his jaw, bringing his face closer to me. "You deserve someone better, dude, try someone beautiful and sexy." Michael gazed at me in disbelief. Smirking, I let him go and glanced at Camille, who had a dark scowl on her face. "I've thought no one would desire someone as ugly as her."

"I'm not ugly!" She cried out with a flared nose, glowering at me.

"Yes, you are..." Maura said with amusement.

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Without a word, Samuel headed toward her and handed her finger gloves with a smile. "Every girl is beautiful. Sometimes it just takes the right guy to see it," Samuel said. "Quote by Notebook."

And a sincere smile pulled across Camille's face as she gazed at my brother with such intensity that it made me feel really different. And that was the moment I realized I hated to see my brother with Camille, not because she would break his heart, but because seeing them together only made me feel jealous. I would hate to see her not only with my brother but also with other guys.

"Thank you," Camille whispered without breaking her eyes off him.

"It's nothing," my brother replied with a smile. "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

"Would you like my homemade muffins?" Camille asked in excitement.

"Wow, I'll eat whatever you serve me lovingly." Samuel grinned, and I rolled my eyes.

"Aww, I'm flattered," Camille said as she led him to the motorcycle.

"Isn't she acting strangely?" Maura whispered in my ear.

"I don't know." I sighed and followed them to my satisfaction. I hated spying on my brother and his awful crush, but I had to do this to ensure he wouldn't be hurt.

The next moment, Camille mounted the motorcycle just as Samuel sat behind her and placed his hands on her waist. Camille was startled when she felt his hands, but a moment later she felt comfortable with him.

"You can't stop them, can you, Scott?" Maura said.

I said nothing, watching Camille ride off.

"You may go," I said in a whisper.

"Scott!" she growled angrily.

"I said I'm not in the mood."