Camila looked at him unbelievably and took some steps back. "I know the story you told about the night in Cuba that I said was just a tale…" her voice was quite shaky as she tried to get a grip on it. 
    "But somehow it turned out to be true, even though it's crazy, you really killed Twain Russ and all those men—" 
    "Are we going to ta—" 
    "No, wait. It's crazy, but it really happened. You're not ordinary, that I already know, and would rather not know more, but me? Vampire? …" She chuckled crazily. "How you say it so bluntly…" 
    "Because you need to know everything. There's more about you that you don't know…" 
    Camila ran her fingers through her hair, expressing her frustration and confusion. 
    "I'm a vampire? Why isn't it so much for me to take? Why does it feel like, like …" she gulped.
    "Like I have known it all these while but just didn't want it? Just didn't want to know it, didn't want to be it?"
    "Well, it is what you are" 
    "And I hurt you?" 
   "Yes…" he looked at his wound. "Vampire attacks isn't cool" he said with a chuckle..
     "Oh" she managed to say. 
    "We are meant to be enemies" Logan added.
    "Oh" she repeated, nodding her head. She was obviously speechless. "Um, we gotta do something to your wound, right?".
    "It's okay. I'm mutant. It will take a few months to heal…" 
    "A few months?!" Camila shouted. 
   "Probably. And I would help in the healing by triggering healing, break some bones, wound myself, and get beaten up, over and over again" he smiled lightly, with one side of his lip.
    "All that, because of this?" She stammered. 
    "I know right, little shit"
    "Oh" the moment had been disgraced with awkwardness and neither of them had nothing meaningful to say anymore. 
     "You've got to sleep, it's late" Logan suggested. 
    "No, I'm okay" she said with a smile. She turned around to walk away and wiggled, her knees were weakend and her legs were going to bring her down, but Logan swooshed to her and carried her legs off the ground. 
    "Oh. I think I do need to sleep" Camila said, allowing Logan to take care of her. 
     "Sure, you do" 
****
    Early in the morning, everyone had taken to their places, bags were carried and cars were warmed up. A few choppers landed, and a private jet which opened up for the Boss. 
     He looked back and wished he could stay, but he needed to complete his mission. 
    The men had entered, the choppers were taking off, and the wind ftom their blades swayed his hair around. 
    He let a light smile spread across his lips, and his hand was raised up with a few motion before he answered the call… the choppers flew away and the private jet followed. 
     "Do you think they have their passports? If not they would be traveling illegally, and they could be attacked…" 
     "They are Italian mafians, what do you think?" Camila walked inside and Russ followed. 
    "So what are you going to do now?" Russ asked once they settled down. 
    "Since he just told me yesterday, I don't know what I'm going to do, for now. What about you? Do you have any relatives you want to visit?" 
    "Not really" he replied abruptly. 
    "It's a big House, stay till whenever!" Camila said with a chuckle, making an expression of big with her hands. 
    "Yeah…" he relaxed on the couch, glancing around the house and resting his eyes at the big wine cabinet on the living room, it was empty. "Except that it's going to be a really, really dry one, I wish this—" 
    He was cut short by the sound of a truck outside the house. It honked, and Camila and Russ came out.
    The truck driver climbed down from his big boy to meet Russ and Camila, who stared at him and his truck with strange eyes. 
   "You must be Russ" the truck driver asked. 
  "Yes. Who cares?" 
  "This is meant to be delivered here with this…" he brought out a white envelope and gave it to Russ. 
   "What's these?" He asked, more interested in the truck. Camila walked to the back and uncovered the carriage. 
    "Russ?!" She called out to him. Russ rushed to it and couldn't believe his eyes.
   "Damn! That's my man! Hahahahaha!" He laughed and merried, opened the letter and laughed his ass out. "He says, don't get wasted! Haha, how come I won't" he said with a smile. 
   Camila rolled her eyes and walked to the truck driver. "What about me? Did he give you anything to give me?" 
   "I'm afraid not. Please get down the drinks, I have another distribution to work on" 
    "How are we supposed to get all these down ourselves? We won't be finished even in three hours" Camila protested. 
    "Find help then, or just get to it" 
    "Find help? Do you see anyone else here? Does it look like you can find help here?" 
    "I don't know…" the truck driver Said with a shrug. "You gotta do it yourself anyways, or you gotta let me go back to it. That's like a good less half of a warehouse."
    "Hell you're taking it back! No way!" Russ said. They looked at him and was surprised that he had gotten down good amounts of cartons already.
    "Wow… you're going to leave some cartons for me though right? I doubt you two can be able to finish those wines in two months" The truck driver said. 
    "You think?!" Russ chuckled. "How about one carton a day?" 
   "I wonder why anyone would spend millions of dollars for drinks. Those wines are from different dealers, and they are all expensive. Why's he wasting money" the truck driver asked, looking at Camila. 
    "It's none of your business" she walked out and into the house, unhappy. 
    "What's up with her though?" The truck driver asked Russ who was busy getting out the drinks.
   "She isn't happy, and it's none of your business, really" 
   "Oh" 
   "Come on, come over here and help me, I'll pay you with a few cartons" 
****
     Early in the morning, everyone had taken to their Places, bags were carried and cars were warmed up. A few choppers landed, and a private jet which opened up for the Boss. 
     He looked back and wished he could stay, but he needed to complete his mission. The men had entered, the choppers were taking off, and the wind ftom their blades swayed his hair around. He let a light smile spread across his lips, and his hand was raised up with a few motion before he answered the call… the choppers flew away and the private jet followed. 
     "Do you think they have their passports? If not they would be traveling illegally, and they could be attacked…" 
     "They are Italian mafians, what do you think?" Camila walked inside and Russ followed. 
    "So what are you going to do now?" Russ asked once they settled down. 
    "Since he just told me yesterday, I don't know what I'm going to do, for now. What about you? Do you have any relatives you want to visit?" 
    "It was two months ago, Camila" Russ said with a sigh. "We can't be reliving that day every day, especially you, you have to let it go" 
   "Let it go?" Her eyes had been curled with dark circles. 
   "You don't even get enough sleep, you're losing weight, you're not living" 
   "Am I not?" She looked at him and looked at the glass of wine in her hand.
     Russ nodded his head "Logan it's a good man, he will be back, I promise…" 
    "That's not your promise to make" Camila said, and they heard a truck park at the front yard. It was the same truck, and the same guy. "Why is he here again?" Camila and Russ went out to meet him.
    "Oh you two still live here?" 
    "What's this about? Did he send a message?" Camila asked him. 
   "I wished that I wouldn't see any of you, and would sell all of them, and become a millionaire under 24 hours. You know the last few cartons I sold, I made about 30 Grand. Crazy isn't it? I will be more than glad to be your —" 
    "Do you have a message to deliver?" Camila asked again, this time with a serious look on her face. 
    "I'm afraid not" 
    "Then how's he sending these again?" 
    "Two months ago, he rented a few warehouses, said I should deliver a truck-ful every month…" 
    "What?!. Why would he do that?" 
   "No idea. But that much drinks? Takes a couple of years to finish"