#Chapter 30 - Losing Everything

Layla I didn’t have much to pack. In the short few weeks I’d spent at Aldo’s manor, I’d accumulated only a small collection of things—a few items of clothing one of Aldo’s men had retrieved for me from my townhouse, a handful of things I’d purchased for myself because I couldn’t stand the thought of some Mafia man digging through my underwear drawer. I refused to pack anything Aldo had purchased for me. Let those rot in his closet, along with his overpriced suits. When it was all said and done, the last few weeks of my life fit neatly into a small carry-on bag. Well at least I knew I could flee in a plane if I had to … but the joke didn’t make me feel any better. I kept hearing the fierce little woman’s words, That woman needs to be moved out of this estate. She was his mother, I was sure of it. Despite the height difference, the similarities between them were clear: the cut of cheekbones, the curve of lips, the dark eyes and heavy fringe of lashes. And it was clear s