Aldo
“Boss, you’re pacing,” Carlo commented.
“No, I’m not,” I stated, mindlessly as my legs trailed the same path back and forth in my office.
Fuck. I was.
But for Christ's sake, I couldn’t stop. From the time I watched Eva and Stasia head down the hall to meet Layla, my worry took off.
My head was pounding with ongoing thoughts and worries about how the meeting was going with Layla. I felt as though I may have crossed another line by going behind her back, yet again, and arranging all of this.
The last thing I wanted was for her to feel as though I was trying to pawn her off on someone else. She wasn’t a problem, but she had a problem. And I was still heavily invested in finding a way to help her.
The moment I first met Eva and Stasia, I developed this overwhelming sense of dr
