Layla's P.O.V
My body felt weak, my head spun as I tried to hold my eyes open. It's not been working. I needed to open my eyes at once.
Strangely, I remembered the events of last night.
The bed under me felt soft against my bare skin. I felt the distance of the bed with my hand which I'm suddenly able to move after what felt like forever of being awake on this bed, numb. Nothing. There was nothing next to me. I finally opened my eyes but the whiteness of the bed and the ceiling blinded my eyes so I shut them again.
After a few minutes of trying to regain my strength, I opened my eyes again, this time squinting them to adjust to the room's brightness before slowly pulling my body into a sitting position. I looked around me and discovered that I was inside a wide room. Everywhere was white. From the doors to the ceiling to the walls. The floor is translucent, a couple of lanterns standing afar, reflecting golden lights in the room. I didn't see anyone, didn't hear anything.
I remember being dragged from my house yesterday. Or was it earlier today? I'd been sedated, possibly but was it possible for me to wake up this early?
I remembered the look on my parents face as they gave me off to some man, I remembered how I'd struggled to break free, how they'd bundled me into their car and everything turning black. The thought of my parents giving me off to some men in order to pay off their depths hurt me deeply but the deed was done and there's nothing I can do about it. Now I was in some porch house, without an idea of where in the world I was.
My eyes falls on my body. I wasn't wearing my red hoody anymore, I was in a white sundress. I could smell the strong fragrance that came off my body and the room. Everywhere smelled so nice. Where the hell was I?
My phone....
I frantically began searching for my phone under the bed duvet ,under the pillow, on the bed's table stand, but nothing. What was I thinking? He'd be a fool to leave my phone with me after kidnapping me to some God knows place. I'd be sure to contact the police or someone.
I pushed the duvet off my exposed legs and tried to cover my upper body with my arms, feeling too exposed with the dress's spaghetti strap. I wasn't wearing bra anymore. My heart raced as I tried to remember ever changing my clothes. But I couldn't. I was passed out all night last night, it wasn't possible for me to change my dress. And I smelled like I'd taken some nice shower. I cringed at the thought of that man taking off my clothes and bathing me. God no.
I ran my hands over my body to feel any change. What had he done to me?
Suddenly, I heard a beeping sound coming in from the glass doors before they slid open, a lady walking in with a tray of cup in her hand. I've never been so glad to see a person in my life before. She's tall and pale, with full wavy red hair which she pulled up in a ponytail, her long legs running out of the black mini skirt she wore, her high heels leaving thuds every step she took. I noticed the big smile she had on her face as she approached me.
" Good morning. you're awake. " she said with a broad smile, bending down to drop the tray on the bedside table.
I had so many things to say at once, so many questions that needed answering. " Where am I? " I asked her frantically.
Ignoring my question, she points a cup to me and said " drink this. It'll help you feel better "
" I don't want that! Where the hell am I? " I asked gingerly.
" You need to take this and calm down, Okay? " She repeated, fueling my anger.
" I'm not calming down! Where the hell am I? " I screamed.
" You need to calm down okay? It's better for you"
Better for me? I didn't understand what she meant by that. I think there's something sick happening here.
She puts out the cup and takes the tray, before saying to me " The boss wants you to rest and he'd be with you shortly. He has some business he's attending to in the mean time" and she walks out, the door sliding shut behind her.
The boss? Who the hell was she talking about? The image of that man who appeared to be the leader of those men in black suits last night appeared to me again. Everything slowly started to make sense. I pictured his face and it was like he was standing right there with me right now.
My fears turns into anger, bubbling inside me as the woman's thudding steps disappeared. I looked towards the large balcony doors and it was easy to see that it's been locked. I grit my teeth angrily before going back to searching for my phone. Damn it, I should have asked that woman! Seeing as she is tired all my questions,she probably wouldn't have provided me an answer too if I'd asked her about my phone. Was I expecting her to just hand it back to me?
I screamed at the top of my voice angrily as my hands dug underneath the pillow, searching frantically for my phone. I felt frustrated by the minute, my head spinning from the scream. I didn't care if he was hearing me. In fact, I needed him to hear me screaming and come in here. maybe then I could escape.
I didn't know what exactly he plans to do with me even though my parents had shamelessly sold me to him but I wasn't going to be a part of it, wasn't going to sit passively and let him claim me like some bag of body.
I moved to the other side of the bed in a swift, pulling out the draw on the bedside table. Empty. I screamed again, knocking the tray of water over and spilling the water contents against the wall.
I grabbed at the side of my head as I felt a sharp pain. I felt dizzy for a second and sat at the edge of the bed to regain myself.
Slowly, I started to sob gently. My heart ached and my mind raced. My mind raced to yesterday, to Maddy, to us walking home from work. It was all new to me like it was happening over again. I'm leaving the bar with her after waving a dismissive hand at Emma and walking down the pavement with her, taking the bus and dropping off at our neighborhood.
I wondered if Maddy was looking for me. Did she suspect a thing about my disappearance? There was no doubt she'd been to my house this morning asking of me. Last night she'd asked us to go eat out today and talk about her university. Then I disappeared. She must've called and left a thousand messages. The pain came back again.
Angrily, I rose from the bed and screamed, kicking a foot on the wall. I walked towards the balcony and tried to pull it open. Locked as expected. I tried hitting it but the glass seemed stronger than bullet proof glass. I hurried back to the window. It was barred. I tried my best to lift it or alter it. My anger intensified.
Then I hurried over to the door again and frantically slapped at the glass door even though it was just as strong and impenetrable as the balcony doors.
" Let me out!! " I screamed, feeling tears prickling at the sides of my eyes. the pain in my head has intensified over the course of screaming, my body getting weaker. I didn't know what they had injected me with last night but I knew they were extremely strong and still in my system to have this effects on me. My chest contracted in a painful way, breaking me. But I don't stop, I continued to hit and scream.
The rain didn't stop pouring as the night slowly became impenetrably darker. I knew this was a mistake but I acted on impulse and there's no going back now. Going back means getting tortured and living a life of captivity again. I couldn't do that to myself. I've come this far. I slowly cornered into the dark Alley, feeling my legs getting weaker. I knew I couldn't get any far with these shoes on. Backing into the wet brick wall, I unbuckled the strap high heels and gently placed them down. My hair was getting on my eyes so I pulled them up, pulling out a single hair strand to tie the rest on top of my head. I wiped the rain water out of my eyes before looking to the right side of the quiet road. Empty. Not a single person. Anyone knew better than to trespass here during this hour. Anyone but me. I could feel my heart thundering in my rib cage as I stepped into the light, slowly making my way towards where I presumed the gate was. I could feel my body visibly shaking. But I
" Logan DeAngelo is a feared, ruthless and notorious mafia boss who most of the time ranked first among the most popular and richest Mafia bosses in the entire world. And he was the very first when narrowed down to Italy....... " I sighed again, trying to give Maddy a hint that I didn't care about her lame mafia story. Seriously, she has got to stop doing this. "....... Owning powers over his family's companies and numerous power plants wasn't enough. He wanted more and everything he could lay his hands on. He's rumored to be known as the second coming of the devil himself because of his cruel ways of dealing with people below him...... " " Ah, Maddy? " I called, hoping to catch her attention this time. The last thing I wanted was actually spending the rest of my two hours of shift listening to her lame mafia story. Maddy's eyes crosses mine, a sheepish grin crossing her lips this time before she slowly shifted on the bar stool she sat on across the bar table from me.
For the next few minutes I couldn't breathe. Everything suddenly went quiet and all I could hear was the ringing in my ears. The horrified looks on my parents faces was my least worry now as I began to notice the men standing in black suits, behind my parents. They didn't have guns in their hands but they must've said or done something to my parents to have them sitting and looking that way. I felt confused. Who were they and what do they want? I saw the look of fear in my father's eyes as they watched me and I saw how my mom tried to pretend she wasn't as frightened as the situation called. Just as I was about to speak, to ask my mom what was happening here, a voice broke through the kitchen. " Is this your little girl? " The voice is deep and demanding, having a bit of intimidation in it. I looked around and saw a man walk out. You might think in this kind of situation I'd never get the chance to check a man out right? Well I did and instead of forcing my gaze
Layla's P.O.V My body felt weak, my head spun as I tried to hold my eyes open. It's not been working. I needed to open my eyes at once. Strangely, I remembered the events of last night. The bed under me felt soft against my bare skin. I felt the distance of the bed with my hand which I'm suddenly able to move after what felt like forever of being awake on this bed, numb. Nothing. There was nothing next to me. I finally opened my eyes but the whiteness of the bed and the ceiling blinded my eyes so I shut them again. After a few minutes of trying to regain my strength, I opened my eyes again, this time squinting them to adjust to the room's brightness before slowly pulling my body into a sitting position. I looked around me and discovered that I was inside a wide room. Everywhere was white. From the doors to the ceiling to the walls. The floor is translucent, a couple of lanterns standing afar, reflecting golden lights in the room. I didn't see anyon
For the next few minutes I couldn't breathe. Everything suddenly went quiet and all I could hear was the ringing in my ears. The horrified looks on my parents faces was my least worry now as I began to notice the men standing in black suits, behind my parents. They didn't have guns in their hands but they must've said or done something to my parents to have them sitting and looking that way. I felt confused. Who were they and what do they want? I saw the look of fear in my father's eyes as they watched me and I saw how my mom tried to pretend she wasn't as frightened as the situation called. Just as I was about to speak, to ask my mom what was happening here, a voice broke through the kitchen. " Is this your little girl? " The voice is deep and demanding, having a bit of intimidation in it. I looked around and saw a man walk out. You might think in this kind of situation I'd never get the chance to check a man out right? Well I did and instead of forcing my gaze
" Logan DeAngelo is a feared, ruthless and notorious mafia boss who most of the time ranked first among the most popular and richest Mafia bosses in the entire world. And he was the very first when narrowed down to Italy....... " I sighed again, trying to give Maddy a hint that I didn't care about her lame mafia story. Seriously, she has got to stop doing this. "....... Owning powers over his family's companies and numerous power plants wasn't enough. He wanted more and everything he could lay his hands on. He's rumored to be known as the second coming of the devil himself because of his cruel ways of dealing with people below him...... " " Ah, Maddy? " I called, hoping to catch her attention this time. The last thing I wanted was actually spending the rest of my two hours of shift listening to her lame mafia story. Maddy's eyes crosses mine, a sheepish grin crossing her lips this time before she slowly shifted on the bar stool she sat on across the bar table from me.
The rain didn't stop pouring as the night slowly became impenetrably darker. I knew this was a mistake but I acted on impulse and there's no going back now. Going back means getting tortured and living a life of captivity again. I couldn't do that to myself. I've come this far. I slowly cornered into the dark Alley, feeling my legs getting weaker. I knew I couldn't get any far with these shoes on. Backing into the wet brick wall, I unbuckled the strap high heels and gently placed them down. My hair was getting on my eyes so I pulled them up, pulling out a single hair strand to tie the rest on top of my head. I wiped the rain water out of my eyes before looking to the right side of the quiet road. Empty. Not a single person. Anyone knew better than to trespass here during this hour. Anyone but me. I could feel my heart thundering in my rib cage as I stepped into the light, slowly making my way towards where I presumed the gate was. I could feel my body visibly shaking. But I