#Chapter 152 - An Obsession

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 fuck 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 fuck?” I hissed under my breath. Every single photo Carlo sent me was of Layla. Every. Single. One. There were pictures of her smiling, laughing, and causally gazing at something. There were even pictures of her crying, looking terrified and frazzled. There were so many photos that Carlo started sending them in larger clusters.