LAYLA

A soft knock on the door woke me up the following morning. Groggy and so weak that even when I said.

"Come in." I wondered if the person outside heard me.

But then Del Morino entered wearing a white shirt which was messily rolled up showing his bulging muscles and tattoos that somehow managed to make him appear both menacing and sexy.

I groaned and looked away. The handsome devil wanted to make me drool over him.

"Good morning Layla." he said in a very smooth and normal voice." I wanted to give you a tour of the pack house today. You still haven't had a chance to see...