{KAYLA}
I drop to the floor, my knees unable to carry me.
"Oh my god!" I scream, head shaking rapidly. "No, no, no…"
"It's okay." Vito is on me suddenly. I forgot he was here. Him and his psycho of an enforcer. "You did the right thing." He takes the gun away from me, at the same time as Lucky advances toward Nate.
"No, don't touch him!"
"For fuck's sake, Vito. Get her out of here." She huffs, like I'm a bother to her.
Vito grips me by the shoulders, lifting me back up. He holds me tightly as he walks me out. I watch Lucky put a white sheet over Nate's body. His head has fallen forward.
"He's dead," I sob as Vito drags me upstairs.
"He's dead," he confirms sternly. "It's okay, Kayla. We'll take care of it from now on."
"He's dead," I repeat like a crazy woman.
