Logan DeAngelo, one of the top ruthless and feared Italian Mafia boss in the country is reeling from a painful loss in his business inflicted by a peasant family whom he swears to make pay in blood. Everything is about to be upturned when he gets a beauty as collateral. Nothing seemed to matter more until the night he was given Layla Quins, thrown into his arms Layla is suffering from a painful heartbreak from her first ever love and pain from not being able to get into college like her few friends, but life is about to get ten times worse when her parents sold her to a mafia lord without looking at her. Layla thought living with a psycho had to be the worst thing. But the longer she stayed, the more sh found reasons to stop trying to escape and getting punished. But she was gambling with her life and sanity, but she knew it was too late. Because she was getting drawn into this man's darkness and it was bound to consume her.
Lihat lebih banyakLogan went on to tell me about how he'd met with his father before coming here, brushed over the things he'd said to me. He didn't go into details but it was easy to put the pieces together. He hasn't been with his family for years after his father threw him out. And now they want him back. So they could get a share from the fortune his uncle left to only him. It's understandable why he hates family so much. Somewhere in all that he's telling me, I got to know that he actually had a younger brother that he never talks to. I could see the pain in his eyes as he spoke even though he tried to hide it as much as he could. It was hard to eat the food I was just getting to eat for the first time and keep it in my stomach while feeling sorry for this man. I'd thought he was a monster, maybe he was, but somewhere inside, I knew he had a fragile spot, a very soft spot. And he was showing me part of it tonight, something I had a feeling he rarely does. It's insane and at the same time
I feel his eyes on me as we entered the restaurant, the bright light and Frank Sinatra's smooth voice in the background heightened my comfort in a matter of seconds. A waitress approaches us as we entered the room, her gaze filled with disbelief when she studies me, blatantly disapproving of my presence next to Logan. Even with all the glamour and expensive dress and make up, I still didn't belong to his world. I'd always remain the simple, timid Layla Quins no matter how much make up I wore. "You know why she's looking at you like that?" His whispered words travel down my spine, and I shiver the second his eyes meet mine, a playful but mischievous smirk dancing on his lips " it's because you look absolutely breathtaking tonight" I almost stumble over my own feet at his words when we reach our table but Logan still had his hand firmly tucked in mine, steadying me before helping me into the chair. "Thank you" I feel the heat in my cheeks before he takes the seat opposite to me.
Layla's P. O. V. I looked up from the book I was reading as I heard my doors sliding open to see a woman walking in. She's slim, way too slim for the age I presumed her to be from the way she carried herself. Her head is small, bearing a neat black bob hair with it's ends pointing to all sides. She's dressed in tight leather pants and jackets with a knee-high leather boots. She was the perfect example of the "Alice" Character in the twilight series. And I only know this because I've been reading the book series for a week now. I loved it. It was captivating and all that I needed to take me away from my current life. She smiles sweetly at me and I tried to go from my side Laying position into a sitting one. " Good evening ma'am " she greets me. I nodded in response, still trying to put my head around why a stranger would be coming into my room at this late evening hour. " Mr Logan DeAngelo has asked me to prepare you for a date. He would pick you up
I made my way into the planet Diner. The place was quiet as usual, having just a few number of people. It was past 3 o'clock. I spotted my father as he stood out in the space. He waited in a corner booth. I studied the man whom I shared blood with. Money and laziness seemed to agree with him. His hair was highlighted by the Italian sun, and the deep tan that lined his face gave him a character he didn’t really have. He was a tall man, and wore his designer clothes well. Today he was clad in a Ralph Lauren red sweater, black pants, and leather loafers. His dark eyes held a slight sheen of alcohol-induced humor. Probably a cocktail before confronting his long lost son. As I slid into the booth, I noted the similarities in our faces and bone structure. I shuddered. What I dreaded most in life was sitting right across from him. The possibility of becoming my father. “ Logan, good to see you.” he spoke. " So what brings you down here and why in the world would you wann
Layla's P. O. V. I woke up the next morning to find a note angled down on my bedside table as I looked to the other side. The bold black ink scribbled on it was noticable. I went into a sitting position and reached for the paper. It was a note from Logan no doubt, it was hand written in black ink. " I've had an urgent meeting to attend to. I hope you behave yourself and not miss me too much to the point of trying to get out of the house again. See you soon, Layla " That was all the paper contained. My heart throbbed and I couldn't quite understand why. Was it weired that I was getting a note from Logan? Definitely. He has left the house a couple of times without telling me, only letting me get comfortable with his absence and then try to escape just to get me punished in the end. I know we've been on each other's good side lately. Scratch that, I've been on his good side lately. After the other night where he'd nearly had sex with me, we haven't
I heard my heart beats and felt it pounding loudly inside my chest. I didn't think I heard what he said correctly. The time was too short and I was given very little to think of what he said till I felt his head digging back into my neck, leaving peppering kisses all over my neck. I closed my eyes, inhaling venom, exhaling hope. I felt like I was drowning even though I was standing in the middle of the room in the arms of this man. Logan pushed me back against the wall in one swift move, turning me around and pining my face against the wall, his strong hands guarding and holding me still. I swallowed the sour bile rising in my throat. Hatred, humiliation, excitement, dread, and hope swirled in my chest as I felt his hard groin pressed against my butt. I let out a soft moan when I felt his lips kissing my earlobe, then my neck. I found myself stretching my neck to give him access and for that moment I didn't know if I'd be able to forgive myself after this. My body hummed w
Layla's P. O. V. I spent the next week alone in the room. I wasn't allowed downstairs after that day. I woke up every morning to meet my breakfast on the bed. So were the other meals sent in by the guards. I found myself falling drastically into another stage of depression. I tended to my bruises every single day by myself, crying most of the time. After five days, my bruises had completely healed and disappeared. I spent most of my time reading the books Logan had brought me, learning to love them with every page that I turned. During this times I was also trying hard not think about Logan because he was all I thought about. I was stuck remembering everything he said to me that day, remembering his every touch on my body when I woke up to his body laid up against mine. How his lips felt against mine, how his hands fitted perfectly around my breasts. For a while I thought I was actually missing him. I knew escaping wasn't an option anymore. I hated to believe that I wasn't
Logan's P. O. V. I stormed out angrily, lighting a cigarette as soon as I stepped into my room. I puffed out air, just in time for Dani to step out from the dark corners of the room." How is she? " He asks, causing me to scoff in irritation. He really cares about her, doesn't he?Turning around furiously, I said " you care about Layla so much, huh? what else? You wanna see her? "Dani's face remains unmoved. That bastard, always keeping a permanent posture, it's nearly impossible to know when he's upset or happy. I on the other hand was the complete opposite." I'm just worried about her, Logan " he replied." Yes, that you are! " I shut back irritatedly, taking another drag of the cigarette.Silence broke in and I turned away from him, puffing the air out of the cigarette. " I'm sorry, Logan." Dani said gently.I closed my eyes as his words seemed to hurt my ears. He didn't have anything to be sorry about. He was right to care about Layla. It was someth
Layla's P. O. V. His breath fans my lips when he leans closer, and then our lips collide, like two meteors on their way down to earth. Yes, because that's how this simple kiss made me feel, made the bottom of my stomach feel. That's exactly what this kiss is– earth-shattering, mind-blowing and intoxicating. Our lips fused and his tongue lashed against mine, fighting for dominance. My lips were bruised but just like that, the pains faded away as he planted a kiss there. My hands twitched under his grip and I wanted to push him off but besides my hands being locked and unable to move, there was something about the warmth from his lips. At that brief moment, I realized how cold I was. He had laid with me all night to keep me warm. I felt heat ripple throughout my body as I imagined my body pressed up against him last night, his lips moving slowly against mine right now. My breath cut short in my throat when his hands flew over to cup my breasts, sending shock explosio
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...
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