#Chapter40
Emilio’s POV
/"Where are Layla and Joey?/" Enzo asked confused.
/"They should have been out here/" I said still looking around to make sure that I didn't miss anything.
/"Where could they have gone?/" he asked looking around as well.
/"The fuck should I know/" I answered in frustration.
I had just gotten her back and lost her all at once. This must have been a cruel joke that the universe was enjoying. I had finally cared about someone and I was unable to protect her. I couldn't keep her around me if she would always be in danger.
My mother always told me that if I loved something then I should let it go.
Love.
That felt like a foreign word on my tongue. I had only loved two people in my entire life, my mother and my sister. Could it be that I loved her too?