My Blind Fiancée

Before sunrise, Mateo showered and got ready to leave. He then entered his son’s room and watched him for a moment. Before leaving, he tenderly kissed the boy’s forehead, taking great care not to wake him. Ava accompanied him to the door, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Mateo wiped them away with his fingers.

“Don’t cry, my love. I’ll be back soon, and this nightmare will be over. That man must pay for everything he’s done. We need to live in peace, and we can’t do that while he’s still free.”

“I hope so. Please take care, remember that your son and I will be waiting for you,” she said, giving him her blessing and bidding farewell with a kiss.

“Wait, son, wait,” Guido and his mother hurriedly came downstairs, and behind them, Lola also descended. Their faces clearly showed their deep concern.

“Take all our blessings with you, son,” his mother said as she hugged him.

Guido and Lola also said their goodbyes, asking for his swift return. Mateo let out a heavy sigh and got into the car, feeling an unusual sensation he couldn’t explain. He had never been sentimental; he had always been a tough man. But this time, he couldn’t help it after that emotional farewell.

Maybe it was because he didn’t like long goodbyes. Before Ava, he felt like he despised sentimentality.

Shortly after, he arrived at the airport, and the private jet was ready in the hangar. Tadeo arrived at the same time, waiting at the hangar’s entrance. They greeted each other and boarded the plane. Máx would join them; he had also been in the military. During the flight, each of them was lost in their thoughts. It would be a relatively short trip, approximately an hour and a half.

Meanwhile, Camila was being handed over to the Arab who had been delayed and couldn’t arrive the previous night.

“Salaam-Alaikum, Sadam,” the Arab greeted Teodoro.

“Salaam-Alaikum, Miller.”

“The girl will be here in a moment. You must be careful with her; she’s a little wild one.”

“Haha, the Sheikh will be delighted to tame her. These rebellious types are his favorites.”

One of Sadam’s bodyguards was sent to bring Camila. He knocked on the door of the small room where she was being held, and the girl who was with her opened it, leaving her alone with the bodyguard.

“Let me go, please! HELP ME, I beg you,” Camila was desperate. She didn’t know what awaited her in the place they were taking her.

“Shhhh, I will find a way to help you, but for now, I can’t do anything. Try not to cause trouble to avoid getting hurt,” Camila was surprised by the man’s response. She nodded in agreement, willing to obey if it meant getting out of this situation.

The bodyguard was an American agent working undercover. Following the kidnapping of an American girl, he had infiltrated the organization, managing to enter the Sheikh’s palace as Sadam’s bodyguard. He had spent two years gathering information, appearing loyal to Sadam, who didn’t suspect him at all.

His life was at risk if those men found out, but it would be worth it if he could help dismantle the criminal organization.

Camila was brought before Teodoro and Sadam. The latter, upon seeing her, approached and took her by the chin. The girl tried to free herself from his grip, but he tightened his hold, causing her to wince in pain.

“You will be a very delightful gift for the Sheikh, although I would like to keep you for myself. You’re very beautiful, and I will look very good if I deliver you to him.”

Camila tried to restrain herself but couldn’t. She spat right in the Arab’s face, who reacted by delivering a strong blow to the girl’s cheek.

“You’d better behave, my beauty, or it will be just your head that reaches the Sheikh for his collection,” the man grinned macabrely as he uttered these words, and the worst part was that he wasn’t joking.

The bodyguard signaled to Fátima to lower her head, which she did immediately as she was trembling with fear.

They had dressed her in a small top and a semi-transparent skirt, leaving her belly exposed, leaving very little to the imagination. They had bathed her in rose essences and left her long hair completely loose. She was afraid they might try to take advantage of her before delivering her to the Sheikh.

“On the plane, the girls will fix you up again. The flight will be long, almost twelve hours, so I hope you behave so that you arrive alive. Upon arrival, you will be handed over to the Sheikh, and from that moment on, you will be his property. You can only have your face uncovered in front of him; otherwise, you will wear a veil that covers most of your face, leaving only your eyes exposed.”

Tears rolled down Camila’s cheeks. Where was Tadeo? Why wasn’t he coming to rescue her? She was used to men admiring her, but it was entirely different when she was kidnapped.

When they reached their destination, they disembarked from the plane. They had dressed her extravagantly, with clothing adorned with sparkling stones. Black vans were parked next to the plane. They got into them, and after a while, they arrived at the Sheikh’s palace.

They waited for a few minutes in the grand hall. A massive double door opened, and a man in his 60s appeared, dressed in a manner that Camila found strange. He wore a kind of black robe with some gold accents, a white shirt underneath, and a black turban on his head, secured with a gold band. Extravagant jewelry adorned his neck and hands.

Upon seeing the girl, the Sheikh smiled maliciously, which repulsed Camila. He was obese, with a dull beard adorning his face.

“Salaam-Alaikum, Sadam. Who is this beauty?” he asked, while leering at her. Camila thought he might pounce on her at any moment.

“Salaam-Alaikum, my lord,” Sadam said, making a slight bow. “Please accept this humble gift,” he added, gesturing to Camila.

“How could I not accept it? She is a true beauty,” he grinned grotesquely, displaying his stained teeth. “I will be away for a few days, but upon my return, I will enjoy my gift. Take her to the harem with the others and prepare the presentation ceremony.”

Camila didn’t know what she would do, but she would seek an opportunity to escape before that man returned. She didn’t want him to touch her; the mere thought made her nauseous.

Mateo and Tadeo arrived in Germany, landing just a few minutes away from the port where they had taken Camila. They disembarked from the jet, and before heading to their hotel, they went directly to meet with Mateo’s men to gather information. The following day, Tadeo would report to the agent in charge of the investigation and provide the evidence they had.

At the meeting location, Mateo’s men informed them that the previous night, an Arab had arrived with a girl. They showed them a video where it was evident that she had been taken by the Arab.

“Damn it! Rescuing Camila will be more challenging if she’s in the hands of the Arabs,” Tadeo clenched his fists. If only he could have Miller in front of him for a few seconds.

“Was Tadeo Miller with them?” Mateo asked.

“We didn’t see him enter or leave the warehouse, so we didn’t take any action. Only a cargo truck entered, and it left after the Arab departed.”

“Did you check the truck?”

“No, doing so would alert Miller.”

“But if he was inside that truck, we missed the chance to catch him,” Mateo couldn’t believe they hadn’t checked.

The men remained silent, lowering their heads.

“I don’t know what to do, Licciardi. This has gotten out of hand. Camila trusted me to protect her, and I’ve failed her,” Tadeo admitted, his head hung low.

“We’ll keep an eye on the warehouse. They’ll have to receive merchandise at some point. If Miller doesn’t show up, we’ll catch his right-hand man, whoever that is, as they must be in charge of transporting the girls.”

In Italy, Mateo’s mother was trying to distract Ava. Mateo had sent a message upon his arrival in Germany, and Ava couldn’t shake the feeling of tightness in her chest, which worried her.

“Tomorrow, we’ll go for your wedding dress fitting. Getting out will help distract you,” Mateo’s mother suggested.

“Mateo asked me not to leave the house, and he even requested that I cancel the tour starting at the end of this month.”

“Nothing will happen, my dear. We’ll take some of the guards with us.”

“Your mother is right, sweetheart. When he returns, he’ll be pleased that everything is ready for the wedding,” Lola chimed in.

That night, Mateo was in his hotel room. His men had returned to the port, and they would head there the next day after Tadeo delivered the evidence to the local authorities.

He had just arrived, and he already missed Ava terribly. He decided to call her. Both countries were in the same time zone, so he assumed she hadn’t gone to sleep yet.

“Hello.”

“Ciao, bella.”

“Ciao, amore.”

“I can’t sleep; I miss you too much.”

“I miss you more. I need to be close to you to be happy.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said, biting her lip.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve gotten warm,” she replied, her cheeks turning red.

“Haha, your cheeks have turned red.”

“I need you by my side, always,” Ava pouted, which Mateo found endearing.

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“I know, and I will,” she said, smiling.