Layla
I fought back a sneer.
“Why are you so hell-bent on this mentality?” I asked through clenched teeth. “Do you realize how many of our people they hurt and killed in the last few weeks?”
Aldo kept his gaze fixed firmly on me.
“I am well aware of the casualties, Layla,” he said evenly. I could tell he was trying to hold back the hostility in his voice. “What I’m trying to do is prevent more from happening in the upcoming future.”
I didn’t want to tell him that his way of thinking was foolish. But he had to know that such an idea was utterly impossible. More impossible than he realized.
All because Vannessa wasn’t exactly out for literal blood, didn’t mean that she wasn’t fully prepared to see absolute c*****e take place. She’d proven herself to be many things—stupid wasn't one
