LAYLA'S POV
"Yes, you had murdered a little kid!" The moustache guy hisses in anger, smacks the top of his desk with his palm sending shivers down my body. I can't protect myself if he decides to get violent.
"And now it's me who is going to take the loss." He kicks the chair making it smack hard against the wall. His fists clench and I can tell he is fighting the urge to shift.
"I only attacked her, she just got injuries." I try to reason out with him seeing no reason to defend or claim that I was framed by my own family.
"Who gives a f**k what you did b***h?! She is now dead and I am paying for it by taking the loss of giving you back!" He growls cleching his palms trying to get his anger in control.
"Talia i....is ...d..ead!" I ask, stuttering not wanting to believe whatever his
