Chapter32

#Chapter32

Emilio’s POV

I woke up feeling someone pressed up against me, an arm over my waist and our feet a tangled mess. Following the hand to the face of the person, I was now looking at a sleeping Layla.

I couldn't help but admire her as she slept. She was the first woman that I have ever shared a bed with. I never allowed any other woman to sleep in my bed before, but here she was sound asleep.

She was different from the other girls I usually slept with. I might be holding her against her will, but I was sure that she wasn't sleeping with me for my money or I hoped she wasn't.

Last night when I saw that motherfucker's hand all her, I lost it. How dare he touch what was mine?

All I saw was red. If it wasn't for Luca, I probably would have killed that fucker. I was still itching to do it, but at the same time I needed him alive. He was my leverage against his bastard of a father, Boris.