LEILA
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I knew he was here the instant I heard the first gunshot rip through the air.
It was a sound I had become sickeningly familiar with in the last few weeks, but this one felt different, closer, more personal.
For Me.
When I had first arrived at this hellhole, Alvin had wasted no time in making his intentions clear. He had shouted obscenities into my ears, his breath hot and foul against my skin, warning me against even looking at Damien.
They knew he was coming but not today.
Although, at that point, I couldn’t fathom why he would, why he would risk everything for me, a nobody he had plucked from a life he barely acknowledged or maybe because he owned me and I know what that meant.
But then Alvin had traced a possessive finger down my cleavage, a camera recording my
