Sold to the mafia boss

I watched wide eyed as Logan provided a portable knife from his back pocket and pushed it’s blade out. He leans back on top of me and traced the cold metal along my chin. I knew I had to remain still so I don’t get torn with the sharp object.

” Please…” I begged, my body physically vibrating.

” Shhhhhh” Logan said like he was cooing to a baby. ” That’s not what I wanna hear, love. You don’t need to beg me, you know why I’m doing this to you don’t you? So you don’t have to be scared of me ”

I simply nodded gently as I knew exactly what would happen if I disobeyed him. Whatever happened today was my fault but I didn’t deserve this. Nobody deserves this drastic punishment and I knew being the Logan that he was, there was more installed for me.

Logan sighed and slowly started stroking my hair. I flinched at first but I knew there was no point in defying him anymore. So I let him stroke my hair and I saw how satisfied he was that I wasn’t trying to fight him anymore.

Then he leaned in closer and spoke ” I hate doing this to you, you deserve so much better,” all my focus was on the knife that was now being dragged along my neck ” but you made me angry and you know how I am when I get angry. We will have a lot of questioning and answering Layla, because I want to know……. No no, I deserve to know why you tried to run away from me, before I kill you in the most inhumane way possible in this world ”

My heart skipped a beat and I tried not to shake. I realized he was going to kill me anyway so I did the only thing I knew I could do to bypass this situation. I pleaded.

” Please Logan….. I…. I was wrong… I knew I shouldn’t have tried to…. It was a mistake please…”

” Shushhh. If you are going to come up with an excuse, I suggest you come up with a better one. Because we have a whole month ahead of us and killing you now is not part of my plan ”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I gulped hard while trying to breathe properly and speak without faltering. This was hard. Not in a million times would I ever imagine myself in a situation with a knife pressed up my face and I’m being expected to defend myself for something I clearly did.

” I…. I’m sorry…. I shouldn’t have tried to escape. I don’t know why I did that but I’m so sorry Logan” I cried out.

Logan got furious and screamed, the knife cutting my arm in the process. He had done that intentionally, it was no mistake. He wouldn’t want to cut my face, it was far too precious for him to show off. So he would cut the skin I could hide.

I winced in pain and cried more. Logan jumps off me and punched the wall.

” Damn it Layla!!” He screamed, his voice now trembling and I managed to look at him. His eyes are getting glassy and teary now, his body veiny. He was angry and I could’ve sworn I’d never seen him this angry before.

” You were a fucking liar Layla and you tried to fool me, damn it!” He roared from the distance ” I trusted you, I fucking did! Then you betrayed me. Do you have any idea how I hated women? How I despised them? But I made an exception for you! I should’ve killed you when I had the chance and not let myself get so attached!”

He turns around again and punches the wall. I tried to sit up, shaking every time because I knew that punch was meant for me. Something was stopping him from hitting me and I was glad he could still control himself even in the feet of anger.

Turning to face me again, he continued yelling ” let me tell you something Layla. You always told me how you loved me, you always lied about it! Well at least I never lied about my feelings. I may not have the courage to tell you but I had true feelings for you, Layla! I loved you and was willing to pull down my walls for you! I was willing to make exceptions for you! Why the fuck did you think I kept you by my side all this while and never killed you, huh?! Think I was just stupid?! I fucking loved you, you were all I thought about when I was away and I never stopped trying to make you love me and see who I truly was. But you received me…”

I watched him and all I could see in his eyes was hurt. He wasn’t angry that I’d tried to escape. He was hurt. Because he loved me. Because he thought I’d only said I loved him just so I could escape. Because he thought he wasn’t enough.

I saw the tears tucking at his eyes and knew there was something different about him tonight. His knuckles were bleeding from punching the wall. And he was breathing hardly.

” I’m sorry…..”

” Shut your fucking mouth, Layla! This is it! This was all I avoided all my life till you came along. And now you’re just another reason for me to never trust another woman again! And you truly did a perfect job”

I sat up on my knees on the bed, tears still running down my face. Before I could say another word, he’s on the bed, pushing me back with so much force, my breath nearly knocked out of my lungs.

I tried to fight him off but he was solid as a rock, grabbing my shirt and tearing off it’s buttons. Then he leaned in and forcefully pushed his tongue into my mouth.