“Tiana’s going to be okay.“
I pause—fighting to find the right words through all the anger and pain.
“I… Jorge has her. But it's gonna be alright, I promise.I swear—I'll get her back.“
Leila quickly pulls away from me.
“You caused this right? This is all your fault.What are all those collections of guns doing in your damn office? My best friend has been f*****g kidn*pped because of YOU.Are you some sort of drug dealer? I can’t believe she fell for you.”
My hands hover mid-air as she pulls away—her words cutting deeper than any knife.I don’t even try to defend myself. Because she’s right.
My voice raw and broken.
“I… didn’t want her involved in this. Any of it.”
I swallow hard,my jaw ticking.
“But yes. It's my fault. And I will fix it.“
“Why are guns filled in your office? I thoug
