85. Lyla Knows About Carlo's Marriage

A dozen men rushed in, immediately pulling away the three thugs and beating them into submission.

A flicker of panic crossed Blake’s eyes, and he yelled toward the door, “Get in here!”

His own men complied and entered—but each had their hands raised, guns pressed to the backs of their heads by Carlo’s men.

And then, Carlo and Hudson entered. Carlo sat in a wheelchair, a blanket draped over his leg, hiding the heavy cast underneath. Though the bandages on his head had been removed, raw, healing scratches still marred his face. Despite everything, his expression held a cold, unyielding authority.

Hudson pushed Carlo’s wheelchair toward Blake and then continued over to Lyla, removing his jacket and draping it over her trembling body before helping her to her feet.

Lyla’s entire body shook uncontrollably; her sweat and tears had dampened her hair. She moved like a puppet in Hudson’s hold, stumbling over to Carlo. As soon as she saw him, it was as if she woke from a nightmare, springing fo