Cammie POV

'Now I know' I smacked myself on the forehead. 'How could I be such an idiot!' I laughed out loud. 'You've really upped your game mate' I was smiling, my phone buzzed again, this time a phone call.

Thank you Cammie! I took a different direction, needed to look-

More serious? More Mafia? More like-

Don't finish that sentence Cam.

Sorry. Now can you please take me to where you want me to go?

You can't stay in this car, the FBI or your friends will track it.

So were they your goons?

Yeah, sorry if they were harsh

It's fine. Do I go willingly, or are you making it look like a kidnap?

Go willing. Leave everything though.

Eye, Eye Captain. When I tried the door handle, it opened. I then started to walk towards the other vehicle. When something in the mountains behind it glistened. Something unnatural. Something I saw that day on the cliff

'Snipper' I muttered. I had 4 possibilities, 1) Stand still and hope I'm not the target, 2) Stand still and get shot (because I am the target) 3) run towards the vehicle dodging bullets or 4) run for the woods and not get the answers I need.

I stood still, feeling completely un-chameleon. I kept starting at the sparkle, almost looking at the shooter if I could. The other car must have understood because it sped towards me. When it blocked my view of the sniper; gun fire began to rain.

'Get it' The driver said. I followed instructions. As soon as I was in, he sped away. The gun fire continued until we were the other side of the bridge. When we were out of sight. 'Miss Morgan, my boss has tried to find you since you sent that text.' The driver said in an Italian accent. Italy. Rome. Mystery. Death. Secrets. Lies. Home. Rome.

'Yeah well, your boss has changed a lot since we last spoke'

'The heart is in the right place'

'The heart has changed. Its not as kind as before' I mumbled. He looked at me from the side

'Talking about your heart, or my boss?' he asked

'Both' I said, it's true. I'm not the same girl who lost her father and was kidnapped by the Circle. I'm not the same girl that was shot off the cliff and disappeared for 18 months. I'm not the same girl I was yesterday. I'm not the same girl. And that's terrifying. What's worse, is when the people around you, who participated in your life change as well, because its unfair. They were meant to be my rock when I needed them, they were meant to stay a secret. They were meant to stay safe. They were meant to stay in Rome.

We pulled up outside a hotel. 'Room 315' The driver said. I nodded and got out. I looked around the foyer. 5 CCTV camera's, 3 security guards, 6 exits. I went into Chameleon mode...something I haven't done in a while. And made my way towards the elevator. I got passed the camera's and security without a problem. The elevator camera was easy to avoid. No one looked at me differently. No one looked at me. A spark of energy radiated around my body. This is what I loved. Being invisible. Blending in. I was in my daydream when I realised, I was outside room 315. I knocked. There was movement. Then the door opened

'Hey Cammie!'

'Hey Preston' I smiled

'Please come in' I walked into the suite. He gestured for the sofa. I sat 'Do you want a drink? Food?'

'Coffee and a breakfast bar please'

'Coming right up.' He walked over to the little kitchenette that was in the room

'So…' I began 'Why come back to the US? Why not stay in Rome?'

'That's what I need to talk to you about' He had his back to me

'What?'

'I received a message'

'What kind of message?' I asked. He turned to look at me

'A threat'

'What did it say?'

'We will finish what Catherine started.' He looked at me dead in the eyes. My blood ran cold, my throat was dry

'Who was it from?' I croaked

'It was delivered personally by Charlotte'

'Your crazy ex?' I said

'Yeah, she told me that I had to get it to you...and that I should run. So I did. I ran here, hired some protection and have tried to find you.'

'For how long?'

'2 months'

I look a deep breath, and closed my eyes, tilting my head back against the cushions 'They know' I whispered

'They know what?'

'It was too easy' I opened my eyes, I continued to stare at the ceiling.

'What was?'

'The disk'

'What about it? Wasn't it destroyed?'

'Exactly. Several centuries of Gallagher Girl history, destroyed like that' I clicked my fingers 'It was too easy. Hasker and Eric gave in too easily' I snapped myself up, my palms were clammy and I felt like I was going to faint. 'This was part of the plan' I began to pace the room

'What plan?'

'Everything that's happened is now fitting together Preston. Charlotte was working with Catherine...meaning she knew Eric and Hasker were involved. They would have killed her because she was a liability...unless…' I stopped dead

'Unless what?'

'They wanted us to believe everything. What we thought we knew is wrong' I whispered. 'HOW COULD I BE SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT?' I screamed, picking up a cushion and throwing it across the room.

'Cam, what's going on?' Preston grabbed my wrists, making me face him, making me calm.

'Everything we thought was over isn't. They planned it this way. They wanted us to forget about it, so everything would fit into place. But they knew I wouldn't, they knew that I would obsess over every detail. They thought I would over look this, or if I figured it out, it would have been too late.'

'Cammie, you aren't making sense'

'Eric did have a daughter. It's Charlotte'

'Cam, Charlotte is-'

'How did you two meet? Did you approach her, or did she approach you?'

'She approached me'

'Preston. She targeted you'

'Cam, stop' He dropped my hands and stepped away

'She did, she never loved you'

'CAM STOP!' He shouted

'Admit it Preston. That relationship was too good to be true. She was too good to be true' I snapped

'GET OUT' He shouted

'THIS IS WHAT THEY WANT PRESTON! THEY WANT ME TO BE ON MY OWN WITHOUT HELP'

'NOT EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD IS ABOUT YOU CAM! Just get out' He turned his back on me. I stood there shocked. Preston's gun was on the table. I picked it up and put it in front of him.

'Always keep this on you. If that threat was true, then you need to prepared' I then started to leave, before adding 'Your driver is working for the Italian police, gathering evidence of you before bringing you to court' I looked at him one last time 'You can tell by his boots; he keeps them clean, any soldier or police cadet was taught to do so. Then he wears a ring on his left index finger, you might think that it's common, but the Italian police force wears it upside down and backwards. Have a look next time. Then you know I'm right.' With that I left the room. As I made my way to the lobby, I kept reliving everything that had happened. I thought that there were more disks, turns out there was more to the Limoncello mission. There are more secrets that my dad wanted to protect. There is more to Eric and Hasker's plan. Charlotte is involved. I haven't contacted any of my friends or family. Preston doesn't believe me...but he will. The only person I could really talk to is dead...or are they?

Authors note: So Eric did have a daughter after all! Honestly I've written so many chapters for this story already, I'll be doing double uploads until Wednesday! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I'll reply to comments in the next one xxx