Layla’s POV
Naomi nodded like an excited child. "Yes! I knew there was a lot hidden under that fine face and biceps. Now they got him."
I snatched the phone from her and scanned it as though there was something missing the first time.
Confusion jolted every nerve in my body.
I slept on it. That night I didn't cry, I was just caught in between rage, fear of the unknown, and confusion all at once.
The next morning, Naomi was in the living room with a low hum of the TV, so I went up to her.
"I'm going over to the penthouse." I said, my eyes were swollen.
Naomi took just one glance at me. "You can't be serious, Layla. " She snapped. "After everything that man put you through and Karma came too fast on him, now you wanna run back there?"
"I have to..." I whispered. My voice was hoarse
