ππππππDANIELTime was running out. I could feel it in my bones. Layla was starting to become desperate, and restless. Earlier, Katherine had mentioned something I needed to know, but I was one hundred percent sure Layla wasn't planning on telling me."Daniel."I turned to see Vanessa walking my way. It didn't take a genius to notice the worry lines forming grooves on her forehead.She stepped up and hugged me. "James gave me the in-a-nutshell version." She leaned back. "Are you okay?""I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me."She scowled at me with her dark eyes under thick lashes. "You're kidding, right? Danny, you're the only brother I ever worry about.""What? No way. I'm not the brother who walks around like he has a stick up his ass the whole time. At least I have a personality and this one thing they callβ¦ a life." I winked at her, trying to play it down. The last thing I wanted was for my little sister to worry about me while she was planning one of the most importan
ππππππ DANIEL After pouring the drink, I shot him a sideward glance. "That's very much unlike you, Dad. Drinking before noon." "Oh, trust me, it's not the first time." He took a seat on one of the leather couches, rubbing his palm down his face. Then I notice how tired he looked with the bags of fatigue under his eyes. The old man was getting β well, old. "Dad, are you okay?" I handed him his drink. "What do you think? Our family is on the verge of a full-on war. My son is a walking time bomb because of some woman. And I have a nephew with the potential to be the next American psycho walking around the house." I took a seat across from him. "You forgot having James as a future son-in-law." "Don't remind me." He rubbed his temples, and I was once again reminded why I wasn't envious of my dad, or Antonio, for that matter. All the worries and responsibilities causing the wrinkles around my father's eyes would one day be Antonio's. Thank God for the whole "the firstborn will
πππππLAYLAI couldn't stop staring at him from the side mirror. Daniel.My heart broke over and over and over again the longer I stared at him. He looked defeated as he fell to his knees, screaming after us."Layla!"A tear slipped down my cheek as I closed my eyes. The sound of my name mixed with the heart-wrenching desperation in his voice killed me little by little. But he left me no choice. He didn't know the risk, or what was at stake. And I couldn't tell him. If I did, it would have only placed him in more danger than he already was."He'll understand." Antonio's voice was strong, but the low note of uncertainty echoed through.I fixed my gaze on the road ahead, the large black gates already open, allowing Antonio to race out of the estate. "I'm not so sure about that."Antonio shifted gears. "I am. Once he knows the truth, he will be able to put the pieces together."I sighed, the heaviness in my chest making it increasingly difficult to breathe."Why me, though? Why ask
πππππLAYLA(Flashback Continues...)Kat stared at me in silence. She couldn't hide her emotions from me. It was there, in her eyes, causing her so much pain, so much worry. Gently, she reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Don't blame yourself because you fell in love, Layla." I bit my bottom lip, and my heart cracked in two. For months, Daniel had been my world. He was the sun in my life, our love the air I breathed. He was everythingβ¦ until I opened my father's letter, discovering the truth about the man I had given my heart to. "Talk to him first, Layla. Maybe there's a reasonable explanation for all this." "And so what if there is? So what if he has a hundred different reasons for keeping this part of his life a secret from me? It doesn't change anything. His family is selling drugs on the streets, living off dirty money. And if half of what Dad is saying in his letter is true, then I β we are no longer safe here. It's not just about me and him any more
πππππLAYLAAntonio scoffed at my words before replying, "As my brother said the other day, we've been at war with the Morellos for years now." I turned in my seat, determined to get my point across. "If I don't go back, Mato won't stop until he's destroyed everyone I love." "But this isn't about you, Layla. It's about Daniel. About us. It's never been about you. You are just a pawn he's using to put our family in checkmate. It's Daniel they want to destroy. It's our family they want to wipe out. Even if you go back and give your life in order to stop all of this, it won't. It will never stop." "I know this war between you and the Morellos will probably never end, but I will no longer be used as a weapon to torture Daniel. You and I both know that Daniel will put himself in harm's way as long as Mato has me. Your brother will never stop, and I've been the cause of Daniel's pain for too long." I shook my head as tears welled up. "No more. No more, Antonio. I can't do it anymore
ππππππ DANIEL My heart almost stopped at my father's words. "Is Layla hurt?""No. No, it's not like that."I scowled. "Then what?"The old man stopped and looked up at the roof. "Your brother and Lucio had a run-in with some of the Morellos men." He turned to face me. "It didn't end so well.""Meaning it turned into a bloodbath." It wasn't a question. When things didn't end well, it usually meant someone died. "Antonio and Lucio okay?""Yes. They're fine."Nothing about his demeanor gave me the impression that everyone was fine. The grim look on his face, the way his shoulders were slumped forward said to me that I wasn't going to like the next part of this fucking story."What happened?"He took a deep breath. "I think it best you wait for Antonio to get here."What theβ¦? "Are you telling me Antonio is on his way back here? Jesus Christ, the fucker has balls, I'll give him that." I stormed to the bedroom door. "He better has Layla with him if he wants to live to see another d
ππππππ DANIELMy heart was in my throat as Antonio swallowed as if the words were struggling to come out. "While he held herβ¦""Well?" I was growing impatient. "Spit it out!" "While Mato held herβ¦ he got her addicted to heroin." I thought my heart had stopped before, but I was wrong. Now I knew what it meant to have a heart eruption. I could feel the blast through every fiber of my being. "I don't understand," I whispered. My voice sounded broken. Kat stood. "My sister is now an addict, Daniel. He forced her to take the drugs so he could control her." For a few seconds, I allowed the words to sink in. I allowed it to settle in the pit of my stomach, to stew with the rage I had been feeling all morning. And then I grabbed the first thing I could find, a glass decanter, and threw it against the wall. The sound of my scream together with the shattering glass hit the roof with excruciating resonance. "Daniel, you need to calm down." I shot a warning glare at my brother. "Do n
πππππLAYLAMato and I sat silently as we drove to the Morellos mansion. The very thought that I was going back to that hell hole made me feel sick to my stomach.For the last three months, I had been held there against my will. None of this was my decision. I didn't want any of this. But my forced addiction hadn't given me any choice. Mato had dangled that needle in front of my face like a goddamn red cloth to a bull. And by the victorious smirk plastered on his face the entire time, he knew he had the upper hand."You knew I was with him." I didn't look at him."I did.""Why didn't you come for me?"He huffed out a laugh. "Oh, my dear Layla. I knew you'd come back." He removed a pouch from his jacket pocket. "I have what you need."My heart pounded against my ribs, every vein in my body swelling, craving, burning with the need for the toxin. I licked my lips as I stared at the pouch, sweat trickling down my back. The painful stomach spasms intensified, and anxiety made it incre