Clara's PoV
"I'll take care of it," I said.
Layla slapped her hands together, enthusiasm shining in her eyes. Layla responded, "All right, let's get going as quickly as possible."
She opened the door wider so I could enter the apartment.
I went into the suite.
Expensive French food was served on the table, with a lobster expertly put on the platter, with an empty glass and an unopened bottle of wine.
"We need to get going on this right now." She hung up. "It's a simple idea; all you have to do is hold him down long enough for me to do the hard lifting and get Madison out of the way." She clarified.
By "destroy Derek," what did she mean? I would never do that, so hopefully, it had nothing to do with my thinking.
"I'll stick to the plan, but I won't feel at ease with..." I became qui
