“Trees means to take me back to his house for ‘corrective discipline’ until I learn to stop playing cartel games. Do you not worry what that means?”
Her sister cocked her head. “No. Anything he does to you would be far less than the cartel. He is not a bully, Laila. He is not Victor Ramos. And if he teaches you to value your own safety, why should I balk at his method?”
“So you condone whatever he means to do to me?”
“I suspect he will do it with a loving hand.” She sighed. “Has he given you pleasure? When he took you to his bed, did he not show you the good parts of being a woman?”
“Yes.” Laila couldn’t lie about that.
“Then you have nothing to fear…except your heart surrendering itself to him.”
Laila was afraid her sister was right.