His Lethal Love

Present.

Scott POV.

"What's your fucking problem?" Archie barged into my office when he got the news about his production house. Swiveling my chair to see his pissed-off face, I split my lips into a smirk. I couldn't explain why, but my hands were urging me to kill him right then and there. The first reason is when he asked Camille Davidson to be his girlfriend, while the second is when Conan set his eyes on her. "Why the fuck did you stop the production of my three movies?" The guards rushed inside before grabbing Archie and dragging him away from my office. "I'm sorry, sir."

I nodded with a smirk and motioned to them to take him out of my office. "Scott, stop them!" He yelled while trying to get rid of them. "Scott, you have my sister. Stop drooling over Camille and vent your rage on me. You'll regret doing this. I know what you're mad about. I know how you've been feeling yesterday. I know why. Come on Scott, you're no teen boy."

After he had finished speaking, I jumped to my feet and charged at him. I was clenching my hands into fists as I struggled not to smash his nose with my fists. "Get him out!" I ordered the guards.

They quickly dragged him out, but Archie was too stubborn to cooperate with them. His eyes stayed fixed on me, glaring at me with the same fury. "You'll not hurt her, Scott."

Sneering, I drew nearer to him, making him flinch from my narrowed eyes. "Damn it, I won't stop until I ruin her." I hissed in his face. "I will not hesitate to shut down your production company, either." "You'll regret it for the rest of your life."

"Garcia, I won't regret my actions. But you will grieve as a result of getting closer to Camille Davidson. She's just luring you."

Archie gave me a tight smile when he said, "I'm so fond of her, and so is Conan Arthur."

A grim expression was on my face as I shot him my most deadly gaze. "I'd hate to destroy your multimillion-dollar business if you did it.".

"It's time for her to go, Scott. You've done enough damage."

I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, peering out at the busy highway. "Unfortunately, I cannot..." I said. "I would be doing my brother an injustice by letting her go."

Suddenly, his phone rang and the next moment, he said, "What?" I spun around to see his surprised look as slowly his expression turned from surprised to worried. "Have you checked the backyard? She often spends time there." He paused as Kat's voice buzzed over the phone.

"She isn't there either," Kat said with disappointment in his voice. "I've checked every room, but Cami is nowhere to be found. I asked Maura but she will be taking a week off. I even drove to the nearby stores to check on her, but she wasn't there. Archie, I am worried. Can you help me find her?"

Archie clenched his jaw tightly as he glared at me angrily. Listening to their concern for my only enemy, I let a smirk slip across my face.

"Don't worry. I'll be there right away." He sighed heavily before hanging up. With his teeth clenched, Archie demanded, "What did you do to her this time?"

Damn, I've never seen him angry. Camille was playing hard with these innocent people, wasn't she?

"I did nothing," I said calmly and plopped into the chair before turning on my laptop. "Has he checked the hospital? She might go there to check on her brother."

"I gotta leave." He rushed out of my office and I kept my eyes focused on my laptop screen.

I glanced at my phone, noticing thirteen missed calls and twenty emails from my girlfriend. Sighing, I grabbed it and called her. She quickly received it as if she had been waiting for it for ages.

"Hey, baby." She chirped out. "What are you doing?"

"I have been busy since morning. I'm sorry I didn't check your calls."

"No, it's fine. I just want to ask if you are free to take me on a date?" "You know, I cannot..." I groaned.

"It's been a long time since we last hung out together."

"Have you forgotten about Norway?" I asked her and waited for her response, but she said nothing. "Okay, get ready at 7 p.m."

"Oh my goodness, thank you, baby." I smiled when I heard her joyful voice.

"See you, then." I hung up before she raised her demands and put down the phone.

With my fingers running through my hair, I closed my eyes and leaned against the chair. Flames of anger shot through me when her images with him flickered in my head. I could practically hear Camille's laugh when Conan told her some bullshit jokes. They looked so happy together. For a few moments, she forgot I had messed her life up and her brother was dying. She looked alive and glorious with him. My chest tightened when I imagined Conan kissing, and touching her in the car when they were alone.

"Damn it!" I hissed while throwing my fist against the table. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

I never want her to be happy!

*********

I found out Camille Davidson had been missing for 26 hours. I was neither concerned nor happy about this information. In the end, she was my predator, and no one had the right to hurt her. As Maura slept next to me, her breasts pressed against my shoulder and her slender arm rested against my chest.

Signing, I laid her in a comfortable position. In her dream, she groaned and mumbled something like a baby. Even in her sleeping position, she looked graceful and stunning. Sitting against the headboard I grabbed my phone and called my private investigator. While I thought Archie and Katie would find her, it appeared I would need to ask for the detective's help.

"Scott, what are you doing?" Maura muttered, and I noticed her eyes were focused on the flash of my phone's screen.

"Sorting out some stuff." I scrolled down the screen.

"It's two in the morning, for goodness' sake. Get to bed.'"

"You go, I can't," I whispered as I punched the detective's number.

"Umm..." she plopped her head down on the pillow and fell asleep again.

Leaving my bed, I stepped out onto the balcony and breathed in the fresh night air. There were no stars nor moon in the sky as darkness enveloped everything. However, I could smell fresh pines and flowers. “Mr. Martinez,” the detective said once he received my call in two rings.

"Mr. Doyle..."

"How can I help you?"

"I need you to find somebody."

"Who?"

"My..." I pursed my lips, thinking of the right word. "My friend."

"Okay."

"She's been missing for a day. Her phone is unreachable and her belongings are still in the house. I wonder if someone has kidnapped her."

"Give me her details and I'll start my duty immediately."

"Thanks, Mr. Doyle."

"Anytime."

I quickly sent him Camille's picture and her details before letting out a long sigh and lying next to my girlfriend.

After a while, It had been hours, but I had heard nothing from the detector. I was having breakfast with Maura as she was sitting across from me drinking her black coffee.

"You look distracted." Maura's voice grabbed my attention as I looked at her.

"Work pressure."

"It's always been, but this time you look quite different. Don't lie to me. I've been living with you for fifteen years."

"I stopped production of Archie's three movies."

"Why?" she asked, staring at me. "Were they not working well?"

"They were, but I don't like him bringing Camille to the party. It got on my nerves."

"You sound jealous."

"Oh, really?" I sneered, making her wince.

"I think you need some rest," she mumbled. "You look exhausted." My jaw clenched as I ran my fingers through my hair, saying nothing. After a moment, she stood up and approached me, running her fingers through my hair lovingly. I forced a smile when she planted a soft kiss on my nape. "Are you okay, honey?"

"Yup." I tried to sound cool.

"Wanna blow job?" She grinned.

"Hell, no!" I broke into a chuckle as I wrapped my arm around her waist and sat her in my lap.

"Sometimes you make me think strange things." She clasped her hands around my neck while pressing her lips against mine.

I kissed her back. "Such as..."

"Umm..." she thought for a moment before looking at me. "Like you don't like me and don't want to live with me."

"Goddamnit, I made you feel this way."

Suddenly, my phone buzzed out as I snatched it off the table and glanced at the number. It was a detective. "Excuse me." I nodded to Maura while leaving her alone in the dining room.

"Any good news?" I asked him.

"We found her."

********

After pulling up to the graveyard's driveway, I got out of the car. She spent the past twenty-six hours at her mother's grave. I didn't know what drew me to her. Sliding my hands inside the pockets of my pants, I entered. The wind was howling in a deserted place. As I walked dried leaves and flowers crunched beneath my shoes.

Just a heads up: FindNovel.net is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! "Please, no!" I froze in shock when I heard Camille laughing. The sight of her with Conan Arthur made my nostrils flare up. They were sitting on the bench laughing together.

"How old was she, by the way?" Conan asked her about Christian Davidson.

Camille's eyes lowered as despair swept over her. "Thirty-six."

"My goodness! I bet she was stunning." Conan grinned as my fist tightened.

Fucker!

"She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Camille mumbled, looking lost for a moment.

"Shit! I wish I could see her."

"I've got her pictures."

"Well, I'd like to see her."

Camille swiped the screen of her phone and displayed her mother's photos.

"Jesus Christ! I would date her if she were alive. Looking at those stunning eyes almost melts my heart." He winked. "Well, show me this one..." Conan looked at something carefully before blurting out, "Isn't that Scott Martinez? Do you know him?"

I moved closer to them. "That's his brother Samuel Martinez."

"Wow! He has a brother with the same face."

"He's his twin brother."

"So why do you keep his snaps?"

"He was my boyfriend."

"Damn! Really?" Conan exclaimed. "That means my chances have gone..." he paused. "Wait, you said he was..."

"He is dead," Camille said with a hint of bitterness.

"I'm sorry..." Before Conan finished himself, Camille let out.

"I killed him."

"What?" Conan's jaw dropped as he gazed at her with a puzzled expression.

"Trust me, he deserved to die."

I was struggling to contain my fury. Just before I could mess up, I turned around and headed out. I got behind the wheel and drove off.