Chapter 7

Layla's POV

"You've killed him! You've murdered Mick!" I stood up with clenched fists and eyes ablaze. I felt that my spirit was shattered by this unthinkable crime. At the same time, fear accumulated in my heart. I had to bite my lips to control the torrent of emotions that swirled within me.

"Fuck yeah, I did it." Zion approached me with the gun in his hands, gloating.

He kicked Mick's body and said, "Isn't betrayal disappointing? Only dead people will never betray us, little cuz."

"Don't touch him!" I raised my voice. My fear and vengeance transformed into anger, so I abruptly pushed him away from Mick's body.

Zion grabbed my hand and roughly pulled me toward him.

"What do you think you're doing, little whore? Hadn't your retarded human mother talked some common sense into your dumb head? Don't mess up with a man who's holding a gun in his hand!"

"Let go of me!" I shouted in the crucible of my anger, trying to break away from his control.

But I couldn't do it. He was twice my