Chapter 258

As his hands fell away from her throat, Laila coughed and gasped in precious air, despite being trapped under his unmoving body.

Dios, had she killed him? A part of her celebrated that idea, but that was her selfish desire. Victor’s death would mean the loss of her pawn. That wouldn’t keep her loved ones safe.

A quick touch to Victor’s carotid proved his black heart beat on.

With a shudder of disgust, Laila shoved him off of her. He lay unmoving, facedown across the mattress, with his pale backside in the air and his boxers halfway to his knees.

“Cabrón.” She spit, then backed away, trying not to hyperventilate. “I hate you. You will never touch me again. Never!”

She forced herself to think. What next? Send the video to Trees?

Yes, but did she need to if she could simply escape and return to the man she loved?

That notion filled Laila with relief as she reached for the phone with shaking hands, stopped recording, then disabled the device’s p