Free Fractured (The Volkov Mafia Series Book 3) by Samantha Harrington Page A

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    “Cami. Oh God, Cami, is it really you?” Faith pushes back from the table and rushes over to Camilla who is at the side of me bracing for Faith’s impending impact. She doesn’t see the baby in the car seat; too focused on the return of her friend.
    “Faith!” Camilla’s words are broken and I can hear the emotion in her voice at seeing her friend again. Looking to my side I see them both embrace and start to cry wrapped in each others arms.
    “Glad you’re back,” Damien says to me. He notices the car seat straight away, well, to be fair he knew what to expect.
    “Good to be back, Damien. Where is my father?” I question, really hoping I would have seen him here; I wanted him to meet his grandson. I put the car seat down on the floor at the side of the table, and take my seat; I wait with bated breath for the reaction I know that we are about to get. We don’t have to wait long for hell to break loose.
    “Whose baby is that?” Faith questions. I look over to Camilla, a nod letting her know I am here for her.
    “That would be our son.” I hear everyone gasp and the room falls silent as all eyes turn to me, Camilla and Charlie.
    “Stop goofing around now, Cami, I know that’s not your baby, you would not have had a baby and not tell me?” Now it is my time to step in, I see my wife’s face turn red, her hands fisted at her sides.
    “Why would my wife lie, Faith?” I see her pale out of the corner of my eye at the words I have just spoken. At least it is out in the open now, months of hiding from my friends that I am married and have a child. Before Faith has time to form a reply Camilla cuts in.
    “Why would I tell you? My life does not revolve around you, Faith. You have your own family to deal with, why would my life be of any concern to you now?” My heart breaks at her words. I knew she had resentment towards Faith, deep down she knows what happened to her was not really Faith’s fault. She can’t move past the pain and the hurt, then add everything that has happened since, well, the outcome is sure to be a fractured relationship.
    “Cami, don’t do this. Talk to me, tell me what has happened. I know I was not there for you when you needed me, God knows I tried, but you kept me at a distance. The last time I saw you was at my wedding.” Faith’s words are not meant to wound but I can see that they do.
    “Malc, can we leave now please?” Her question startles me. Since when did my Camilla not stand up and fight for what she believes is right? I can see the look on Faith’s face, she is thinking the exact same.
    “Cami, why don’t we call it a night you have had a long drive, Malc’s room is set up for you and Charlie.” Faith spins around at Damien’s words and glares at him before speaking.
    “You knew and you did not think to tell me, that my best friend is married with a child.” Damien strides across the room and gathers Faith in his arms, pulling her in for a kiss, whispering at her lips.
                  “It was not my secret to tell, Moya Lyubov.” And he slams his lips against hers, effectively cutting her reply off.
    “We will take our leave, goodnight.” I scoop up Charlie and pull Camilla by the hand as I leave the kitchen.
    Wandering down the hall I can hear the heaves in her breathing as her tears fall. That is the one thing that kills me, and as much as I love her, I know what is coming next. I open the door to my room and sure enough there is a cot in there for Charlie. The room is impressive with deep blue walls, you would think it would be cold, but alas no, it is inviting. The large king size bed sits in the middle of the room with white drawers and units surrounding the room. I take out Charlie from his car seat and get to changing his nappy, who would of thought that a brute like me would be happy to change a nappy. Don’t get me wrong I would only do this willingly for my son. Camilla sits on the bed and props herself against the