Layla It was becoming harder to concentrate. Harder to think. Impossible to breathe.Every passing minute felt like a waste. I needed to get my son back—no matter what it took. And recently, I’ve been feeling the harsh effects of such a heavy notion.Sinking.That was the feeling that kept creeping
His brows furrowed in question. “Why you?”“She wants me to personally turn myself into the police, take account of every crime I’ve committed. She wants me to rot in prison for the fact that her brother had been killed by a Marcello,” I explained.Ethan let out a long breath and pressed a hand to t
AldoWhile a part of me would always feel that strain of possessive jealousy when it came to Ethan’s attraction to Layla, I was partially grateful to know that the man cared for her well-being as much as I did.“Look, I’m going to be upfront and honest about this,” I started. “I don’t want there to
EthanGuilt.I couldn’t bring myself to return to that house knowing the state of things. Mainly, Layla.When I’d handed Aldo the file I started on Vanessa, I practically threw it at him as opposed to getting out of the car and discussing it with him in person. The air was utterly electrified with t
And then, she hung up.“What!” I dove for the phone, but Layla swiped it smoothly out of my reach. My body was still so much weaker than I was used to. “What are you doing? She’ll kill him!”“No, she won’t.” Layla slid her phone smoothly away. “She wants her vengeance. She wants you. Now that we kno
AldoVanessa went silent on the other end of the line. Likely, she was trying to determine how much I knew—whether my words were a wild guess based on mere speculation … or I’d actually learned her secret.The truth was, I hadn’t.Ethan had.Ethan had dug up Vanessa’s entire past and presented it to
LaylaUnnatural quiet had settled over the Marcello estate, like the calm before the storm. To add to the feeling of foreboding hanging heavy in the air, an actual storm was on its way, looming over the city in the form of heavy rainclouds.The quiet, the clouds … it all mirrored the turmoil in my c
LaylaEthan continued, his voice steady but urgent. “She’s Michael Rossetti’s older sister. The daughter of Antonio Rossetti. She’s not just connected to them, Layla—she is them. She’s the heir to their empire, the one being groomed to take over when Antonio steps down.”My breath left my lungs in a
LaylaThey’d taken my son.The words kept repeating themselves over and over in my mind. My thoughts tripped over the possibilities, through every connection we had, every Rossetti asset Aldo might be able to squeeze for information.Surely, there was some way to get what I needed from what we had.