After he'd gathered everything they brought, he drove her back. It was silent for the most part and she knew both of them were sitting there dreading going back. At least Tony had bought her for the night and not some random asshole, but still, that didn't mean Emilio wasn't going to treat her like shit all day. She wished, more than anything, that he'd keep driving. That they could just run away.
But she knew they couldn't. Emilio was good and he'd track her down, and once her found them, he wouldn't hesitate to kill both of them, but not before making them suffer. Besides, as much as she hated him sometimes, Mila wasn't sure she'd be able to live without Emilio. She hated to admit it, but his constant brainwashing her to love him and need him, despite the the way he treated her, had worked. She couldn't survive without him.
Back at the camp, things had just started to wake up. He parked outside his trailer and she sighed, grabbing the car handle, ready to get out and leave but he turned to her and kissed her so she stayed, smirking against his lips and kissing him back. He pulled away, hand on the back if her neck so she had to hold his eyes. “I’m right here if you need me.” He whispered and she sighed. “Even if it’s not sex and you just want to talk. I’m not hard to find.” He smirked and she nodded, even though she knew she couldn't really take him up on that offer. Emilio always had his eye on her. She didn't really have a lot of free time, and if she did, he knew where she was. “Take your time, but I gotta go.” He breathed kissing her again, then kissing her forehead before getting out and heading into his trailer.
Mila sat there for a minute, watching him until he's completely disappeared inside before grabbing her things and getting out of the car, walking through the camp to Emilio's trailer. She opened the door and sighed when she saw Ava, Emilio, and Dess at the table. Fuck. Sometimes, Emilio liked to play house, where he was the father, Dess was the wife, and Ava was their daughter. He liked pretending they were a happy little family. Unfortunately, she didn't fit the bill. In his little made-up family, she was nothing but the girlfriend he was fucking on the side. So he treated her like shit.
Mila sighed and ducked her head, hoping he'd just let her slip past them, knowing he'd want her out of the way so he could keep pretending. However, before she got past, he stood and grabbed her hair, pulling her back. She knew he was going to talk down to her, so she prepared herself before he even opened his mouth. He looked her over, hand gripping her hair tightly before using his grip on her hair to turn her head to the side. "Looks like he liked you." He smirked, rubbing his thumb across one of the hickeys from Milo that were mixed with the bruises on her neck from Emilio the night before.
"Were you good?" He asked raising a brow. "I swear to god, if you gave him any if your attitude, I'll beat you senseless." Mila shook her head.
"I was fine." She breathed. "I'm tried though Emilio. I haven't slept in two nights now." She said honestly. Not only was she impossibly sore and in a lot of pain, she was insanely tired. Her whole body was exhausted. She just wanted to sleep for a few hours before she had to be up and ready for another full night. She knew he wanted her out of the way, so she hoped he'd just let her go to bed.
"Alright," he nodded and she sighed with relief. "Go ahead, but don't sleep too long." He said and pushed her towards his bedroom. She sighed and glanced at Dess and Ava before slipping in the darkness of his room and closing the door behind her.
She leaned against it a second, eyes closed before moving over to the bed and collapsing onto it, reaching over to his nightstand drawer. She knew he'd be pissed if she took something without his permission, but, as tired as she was, she couldn't sleep with the amount of pain she was in. She needed to take something. Eventually, she found a bottle of pills. They were mild pain pills, so she dumped quite a few if them into her palm and knocked them back before laying down, hoping Emilio wouldn't think of something for her to do and come force her to get up, knowing that he wouldn't care about how much sleep she'd had if he had something else for her to do.
The trailer door opened and Cain lifted his head to see Max coming in. He sighed, glancing out the window, seeing the girl from the night before walking off, looking his brother over. He could tell, just by the way he looked, that he liked her. More then was typical, making him raise a brow. Of course. Both of them were prone to wanting things they couldn't have. He really wasn't surprised they'd both picked the only two girls that were completely off limits to them.
"Just got off the phone." He sighed, sitting back on his seat, taking a drink of his coffee. "The chief won't that Kimmy off the case. We're stuck with her." He sighed, knowing it was a sore subject between them. Their fight the night before was evidence enough of that, but he also knew neither of them were happy about having her around. They didn't want to fight. Kimmy brought that out in them. They couldn't help it.
The chief had been right in saying she'd have an oscar if she was an actress. She was incredibly good at playing a role, pitting them against each other just because her life had fucked her up and she liked destruction.
Cain sighed and stood, walking over to Max, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We just can't let her fuck with us." He shrugged, holding his eyes. "You're my brother, she's just some girl." He said, hoping he'd be able to remember that later, when Kimmy was trying to seduce him or piss him off. "I'm going to shower, then we'll talk about our next move. Case-wise." He smirked, cutting back to business before slipping into the bathroom and starting the shower, getting in, letting the hit water and steam clear his head.