Chapter 281

“Mine.”

Laila gave another heavy-lidded glance toward the camera. “Yours.”

That’s where the video she’d sent him ended. But it wasn’t ending now. There was almost a minute more.

Starting with Laila groping around on the mattress for Ramos’s empty tequila bottle. She lifted it and bonked him over the head.

Trees reared back. He hadn’t seen that coming. Why would Laila try to knock him out if she wanted him to fuck her?

In response, Ramos stiffened, lifted his head, and glared at her, his narrowed stare suddenly vowing retribution.

With a gasp, Laila dropped the phone. All Trees could see was the peeling, water-stained ceiling, but he could hear plenty, starting with the sound of her choking.

“You want to play rough, bitch?” Ramos growled.

The sounds of Laila fighting him, grunting and struggling, her screams suppressed by what Trees suspected were the asshole’s hands around her throat made him beyond furious. She didn’t actually enjoy s