Aldo
I had absolutely no clue what to expect when Carlo told me that.
My nerves were already on edge enough from everything else that was going on. The last thing I needed was to try and guess just what the f**k he uncovered when he was searching through Carter’s place.
“Carlo, for Christ’s sake, just tell—”
“I’m sending the photos through.”
Photos?
With that, I lowered my phone down to brace myself for the onslaught of images that came flooding through. I was not prepared for the overwhelming feeling of sheer mortification and total dread that speared through me as I scrolled through the ongoing stream of photos Carlo sent.
“What the f**k?” I hissed under my breath.
Every single photo Carlo sent me was of Layla. Every. Single. One.
There were pictures of her smiling, laugh
