| Tell Me You Are Mine

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐀

LAYLA

I closed the bathroom door and sagged back against it. My heart was racing, my body humming, primed, and ready to be taken by the one man who had always owned my heart. God, I was so weak when it came to him, unable to resist the seduction that clung to him like a second skin. My body betrayed me every fucking time I was near him.

With a deep breath, I pushed myself away from the door. It was only when I passed the mirror on my way to the shower that I saw how filthy I looked, with patches of dried blood all over my clothes, my skin, and my hair. I'd never seen a man die before, let alone be killed with a bullet to the brain. Just thinking about that exact moment made me shudder.

I wiped at a tiny patch of blood on the side of my face. There were dark circles under my eyes, my cheekbones more pronounced than they ever were. My hair was a knotted mess. I was a complete mess. I was wasting away, little by little. This was not how I envisioned my life. And this was not