Chapter 63

Layla

“Let us go,” I said, my voice cold, steady, “Or I pull the trigger.”

The rustle of cloth informed me that Marco’s bodyguards had reached for their weapons, but I didn’t budge.

I was done being their fucking pawn. “Don’t even think about it. I’m not afraid to shoot.”

Marco raised a hand, signal...

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