Sold to the mafia boss

I didn’t know where we went but we arrived there in the late evening, the clouds angry and dark. As if my day couldn’t get any more worse. The ride had taken a long while and throughout we didn’t say a word to each other. I kept my distance and he did too. I knew he didn’t want anything to do with me. I’d proposed for this wedding and tried to run from it when he was completely into it, I wouldn’t have anything to do with me either.

The airplane landed and we stepped out to find a Lamborghini parked below. Logan doesn’t waste time and hauled us inside.

I wanted to ask him where he was taking me but decided against it. Asking him wouldn’t change a thing if he planned to go kill me and dump my body in some place. And it doesn’t guarantee my life either.

On our way, I knew I needed to say something. He still looked angry.

” Logan….” I called but he doesn’t budge ” Logan I’m sorry….”

” Save it Layla, ” he turns to me with a broad smile ” we’re about to have the best time of our lives, love ”

The car drove up a hill, a beautiful hill where you could see the house standing singly from afar. I couldn’t see much till the car came to a stop right in front of the house and I stepped out. The place was brightly lit but the house itself was what captivated me. The building looked like a black triangle pushed back into a rock, the front side complete glass, dim lights seeping out of it. It was beautiful.

Everything was cut short when Logan’s hand grabbed my arm and roughly dragged me towards the rocky or rather stone building. Around the house were plants and trees of all sorts, lingering over the place. There’s a metal door set back into the stone walls and he pushed a button that set them sliding open. Logan doesn’t waste a second and drags me inside.

We’re met with another door which slid open. It was an elevator and he dragged me inside and we started the flight. My heart thudded inside my rib cage and I just couldn’t think at the moment.

The elevator comes to a stop and slid apart, revealing a different kind of scenery. The room is completely white and glassy, neat and serene. Logan stepped out and waited for me to follow but I don’t. He stops and turned around, watched my fingers fidget with the hem of my dress and pointed out his hand for me.

I watched it for a moment, gulped hard and carefully stepped out and place my shaky hand on his.

He walked us past the series of glass doors till we got to a certain room. He punches In some passcodes and the doors let us in.

The room was big and beautiful. This was the side of the room I’d seen from the outside. It’s not entirely white here, it’s dimly lit and beautiful. There’s a large king sized bed seated at the bigger side of the room. There’s a bouquet of flowers placed in the middle of the bed, circled by red petals sprinkled on the white bed spread. On the walls hung some rambling plants with beautiful flowers climbing down, the table next to the next entrance probably leading to the closet and bathroom held flowers too. It was all beautiful.

I watched with my lips opened. He’d done all this for me. For us. And now it’s all ruined. Why did he still bring me here after I’d tried to escape again?

He leaves me at the door and walked towards the bed, pulling off his suit and flinging it on the table close by. He turns to face me from afar, his eyes trained behind me as he started undoing his necktie.

” Why did you still bring me here? ” I asked, unable to keep it in.

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he aggressively pulled at his tie. He pulls it and flings it across the floor.

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He turns away from me, like he was trying to control his anger, his hand undoing his buttons. But I wanted him to let it all out. I wasn’t okay with all of this.

” Answer me Logan! ” I yelled now.

In one instant, he was turning around and striding towards me with so much anger, I wanted to cower in fear.

” How dare you ask me that, Layla?! ” He spoke angrily into my face. I tried to look down but it seemed impossible. I felt immobilized by his eyes.

” Take off that dress, ” he said, his eyes going over my chest ” now. ”

” What? ” I couldn’t hold back my own tears now.

” I said fucking take off that damn dress, Layla!! Fuck! ” He screams and I felt it. I felt all the energy he put into that and knew I was only a second away from getting hit again.

I didn’t know how I was able to walk away from him and found my way towards the other side of the room nearest to me. I was crying profusely by the time I reached the closet. My vision is blurry and my stomach churned.

All I could hear was the sound of his voice screaming in my face.