“No!” Aron and Sébastien bellowed in unison as they fought against the sentinels who guarded them. Aron recognized them, men from his father’s security detail. “f*****g let me go, Louis!”
“Can’t,” Louis looked conflicted. “Boss’ orders.”
“I’ll deal with Lyla later. Just let me go! That’s my kamará Lyla is hurting!” That bit of information had Louis shifting uncomfortably in his stance. He watched over his shoulder at Levi and Nevaeh, their bodies convulsing as if being electrocuted. They probably were. Aron choked, “Louis, please! She’s my kamará...” Louis knew what that meant. It was his once in a lifetime mate. The one shot at true happiness. Kamará were sacred.
Louis closed his eyes, jaw clenching. “Lyla’s not the boss I’m talking about.”
Lyla wasn’t the boss her
