Camila felt the world stop rolling around, and in her throat was a lump that didn't seem to dissolve anytime soon. Her heart beat had some instances, she felt a heavy hit. 
    "Camila?" Russ called to her hearing. But she wasn't taking the news lightly. "Camila?" He walked closer to her. 
    Camila looked at him as if to say. "So this is it?" But she was speechless, and utterly out of it.
    "Let's go inside…" Russ assisted and took them inside.
   "Well how about the drinks? It's not gonna get down by itself!"
    "Sorry, pal. We don't need it, it's no fun anymore" Russ replied him and walked inside. 
    The truck driver chuckled. "Did he just say sorry? …" His face lightened with a huge smile as he faced his truck. "Oh my God, I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm fucking rich!" He yelled out loud and hopped on it. 
****
    "Are you okay?" Russ asked Camila.
    "Should I be okay, Russ? Should I really be okay? He planned it all before he went away, this isn't him caring about us or looking out for us or—" 
    "But now we know he's living fine, like wherever he is, he is well and great—"
    "That's the point, Russ!..." Camila's voice went up. "He's fine and he has forgotten about me! He's not coming back, if not why would he want to deliver drinks that would take a few years to finish?" 
    "Calm down, Camila. You're taking this too much" Russ tried to calm her down but she broke down instead. 
     "Calm down? He thinks he can come into my life, change me, make me love and trust him, and just disappear?!" 
    "I understand how you feel, but you should go easy on yourself, okay?"
   Camila nodded her head repeatedly, and used the back of her palm to clear away her tears. "I'm a mess aren't I?" She said with a chuckle, Pouring herself a drink, something she doesn't do before. 
    "Do you think he will be back soon?" Camila asked Russ, super hopeful, as if whatever he said would be the very outcome.
    Russ relented for a while "Yes. I think so. Looking at it, two months isn't a very long time to wait…" 
    "Yeah…" she sighed. "It feels like forever"
    "Mmhm. I knowe the feeling. When Twain died, it felt like I—" 
    "This is not about Twain, Russ. It's about two living breathing beings! Russ is fucking dead, this is about the heart, this is about trust and love being broken! Like I know a thing about it, well, maybe I do now, I was living fine enough, trusted none, loved none. He came along, changed all of that, and now I'm getting wrecked! What's this feeling! I can't even control how and what I feel. Do you think I'm enjoying myself like this?! Do you think I like this feeling? I feel like a stupid bitch" 
    Russ saw that nothing was helping and it would only get worst overtime, so he had to change the topic.
    But there was a choice he had to make between leaving her alone or being with her, but either way, he would be watching over her, to prevent her from going over the hooks. 
      "Yeah, Twain's dead. Thanks for reminding me" 
    Camila knew that an apology was expected of her, but to hell with it, she would rather pawn on her own problem. 
    She hissed and walked away from the living room. "Yeah, whatever" 
****
SIX MONTHS LATER… 
      Time flew like a thief from the night. There are no traces because it was dark, it was altogether a dark and hard time to deal with for Camila.
    There was no sunshine on her face, she wouldn't be needing any ever again, until her one true love showed up, that is, and only if he would. 
     He had probably forgotten about her because she wasn't worth it, so she thought. Life hasn't been getting lived, maybe it was time she did. 
    Camila and Russ sat outside the mansion with two chairs at the big swimming pool, with a few cartons of wines at their sides. 
     "Do you think that he's still coming back?" Camila asked Russ. 
     "Yes…" 
     "But?" 
     "He's in a position of power now, he's enjoying it"
    "And your point is?" 
    "Power and authority is like the sweetest and irresistible thing a man can get his hands on, every other thing can go away" 
   Camila looked at him and rolled her eyes. "But he's been their Boss all the while…" 
    "Literally, but not practical, like now. It hits different when you're actually actively involved in every day to day operations." 
    "You're being obvious, you know that?" 
    "That's the point, you need to start living again, this is about you" 
    "It's funny that you stopped siding with him" 
    "Doesn't mean he won't come back for you, tho, but—" 
    "But until then…" a broad smile spread across her lips as she looked at the way of the garage. "I haven't kicked some ass in a while" 
    "What?" 
    "Ah nothing" Camila smiled and stood up, walked to the garage and glanced at the cars. "Hey, Russ. Come pick a baby, let the dead bones rise again!" 
   Russ chuckled. "That's more like Camila!" 
****
     
      They parked their cars in front of a day time club and the folks there gave them some illegal glances. Although there were dope cars, for theirs tended to stand out. 
    "What exactly are we doing here?" Russ asked Camila before they entered the club. 
    "There would be plenty of girls inside, plenty of drinks, and food, enjoy yourself" Camila said to Russ with a chuckle and lapped inside. 
     Day time wasn't any type of hinderance for the club. The music tending to beat out the heart in fast motions and the double layered colors flashing on half naked, sweaty and hot bodies, it wasn't a place for the faint hearted. 
   Graced to her face was a great smile, and she was reminded of all the things she had missed, all the things she had left in her past life. 
     "The noise is too much!" Russ wailed, but his voice was shuffled off by the very noise he complained about.
    "Oh! You will get used to it!" Camila yelled back, trying to fix herself into a group, of her own. 
    "So you heard that?" Russ asked in a lower voice. 
     "Of course I heard it!" Camila yelled into his ears. Her body was already rhyming to the music.
    "What—" 
    "Take your time" Camila walked out to the bar. 
     "Hey I know you!" The bartender greeted her, eyeing a few bottles on the table. 
    "No, you don't" Camila replied abruptly, taking the pleasure to serve herself, while the bartender refused to relinquish her claim. 
    "I'll be right back" she went inside her quarter and wiped down the curtain. 
    "No, you don't" Camila repeated herself and faced the rest of the club.
    "Now where's our new fish…" she glanced around the room for Russ. She didn't expect to see him, but she did. He was like a fish out of the water. She chuckled and shook her head. 
    "Camila!" A voice interfered from the bar. A draggy looking man with a rugged suit, a golden necklace with a cross pendant and some bunch of bracelets and rings which occupied all his fingers, and didn't spare his ears and nose. 
    "Shit" Camila muttered, pretending not to know who he was. 
     He walked out of the bar and took a sit for himself beside Camila at the bar. "You're looking good, man" 
    Camila only paid attention to her drinks. 
    "Where have you been all these while?" 
    "Who cares to know?" Camila asked.
    "Hahahahaha…" the man laughed and snapped at the bartender. "More fill ups please! On the house! Here's my good friend, or should I say, bad friend, hahahaha" 
    "No, thanks. I'm just going back home now" she stood up to leave and he took her arm. 
    "I have a job for you" he said, with a light smile. 
    Camila sighed and drooled out her hand. "I'm not the Camila you knew. If you will excuse me…" she motioned to walk out. 
    "Pablo Don Pablo!" He yelled after her. 
    Camila stopped and walked back to him at once. "Don't fucking play with me, jigsaw"
    Jigsaw smiled. "You know I won't do much of that with you, Camila" 
    "Fuck, man! He's supposed to be dead!" She slammed her hand on the table and sat down. 
    "That makes him your problem… I guess" 
    "He's not my problem. He's yours, and I won't have anything to do with this" Camila said, stroking her hair. It was obviously a problem. 
    "Is that so? Very well then, I won't pressure you. But now that you know that he's alive, he probably knows you're in town. His guys are everywhere…" they both glanced around the club and looked at each other. 
    "Where can I find him?"