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The way she looks at me makes my stomach roll, twisting into knots. I take a deep breath, “Baby, I told you there would be consequences for his actions.” Her mouth drops open as he wheezes, “Call for help…” She reaches for his phone, whimpering when she realizes it’s covered in blood just like the rest of his desk. “I thought you meant you’d fire him, not try to kill him!” She snaps. Fucking hell, this went south fast.
For the Love of Layla
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