Logan bangs his hands on the nearest table and I shook in fear. He turns around, his breath heavy and uneven. When he'd pulled me away from the bitch, I'd known something was wrong. But I'd only imagine he was upset at the pervert he looked like he was going to punch. But I'd thought wrong. " What the hell was that huh?! " He growled at me. " You think I'm an idiot right? I saw you looking at that fucking pervert since we got to that fucking beach! And then you go off flirting with him?! " " I wasn't doing anything . . . . . " I tried to defend myself but he doesn't let me, cutting me off straight up. " Shut the fuck up, Layla! I fucking saw everything! He was gonna buy you a drink! Tell me did you like it? Did you like the fact that he had his eyes all over his body, that he wanted to touch your body? " I didn't know what exactly he wanted me to say. He was being driven again by jealousy, failing to see the actual reason here. " Answer me! " " Logan I wasn't doing anything
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
Logan's P. O. V. " Astrid couldn't do his job and I had to go three miles away to do it myself! " I barked at one of my men who handled my drugs companies, Miko, as he sat at the end of the wide table inside my office. He shivered, his eyes buried down between his legs, waiting for the worst. I felt angry. Thieving was the thing I hated most. After women. Piece of shits. and what did those retched people had to offer to save their lives? A piece of shit! I wouldn't have had to travel a mile just to get a stupid woman if Astrid had done his fucking job of catching those peasants! " We're...... We're sorry boss " Miko murmured. Angrily, I reached for the pistol at the back of my pants, cracked it and aimed for his head. " I said don't fucking apologize to me " Milo freezes, watching me with pleading eyes. I wanted to pull this damn trigger. I didn't need him anymore. He was a fuck up like the rest of his team so why show mercy. Then I heard the screaming fro
I remained inside the bathtub, naked, my body numb and my eyes fixed straight up as she scrubbed my body. For the first time in my entire life, I actually appreciated this hot water. It was a form of comfort for me and I didn't want it to end. After scrubbing every inch of my body and watering me clean, she walks back out and comes back in with another cup and a pill. " You have to take this to get rid of the Anaesthetic " she said, putting the pills in my tongue and putting the glass of water against my lips and sliding her other hand behind my head and tilting it a bit so I could swallow it. And I did, gulping in down with urgency. Yes, I needed my strength if I was going to fight him and escape this madness. Soon after, she helps me out of the water and handed me a towel which I covered myself with. She walks me out and into a walk-in closet. The room is wide, almost looking wider than the main bedroom itself. But it was completely empty save for a few empty clothe
Logan's P. O. V. The thick smoke from the cigarette between my lips coaxed my nostrils and I shut my eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about her and even as Astrid talked endlessly at the other side of the table, I couldn't pay attention. Layla. She was all I was thinking of and strangely enough, with every thought about her came this anger. Astrid had one job. Just one job and he screwed up. That day plays in my head again like it was just happening. My most trusted worker and Cyber computer guru, Dani, had informed me about some missing numbers in some of my drugs. I'd asked him to follow it up and get back to me before the end of the day. But he'd come back with something more interesting. I'd expected him to report to me that the missing drugs was just a miscalculation or loss which I could easily overlook as expected but instead, he'd informed me that one of Astrid's boys, a youngster named Vincent had been sneaking some of my drugs and giving it to a
Logan bangs his hands on the nearest table and I shook in fear. He turns around, his breath heavy and uneven. When he'd pulled me away from the bitch, I'd known something was wrong. But I'd only imagine he was upset at the pervert he looked like he was going to punch. But I'd thought wrong. " What the hell was that huh?! " He growled at me. " You think I'm an idiot right? I saw you looking at that fucking pervert since we got to that fucking beach! And then you go off flirting with him?! " " I wasn't doing anything . . . . . " I tried to defend myself but he doesn't let me, cutting me off straight up. " Shut the fuck up, Layla! I fucking saw everything! He was gonna buy you a drink! Tell me did you like it? Did you like the fact that he had his eyes all over his body, that he wanted to touch your body? " I didn't know what exactly he wanted me to say. He was being driven again by jealousy, failing to see the actual reason here. " Answer me! " " Logan I wasn't doing anything
" what do you keep looking at? " Logan asked, causing me to shudder in surprise. I abruptly turned back to him and smiled " Nothing . . . . I was just . . . . ." " You were just what? " Logan asks, looking serious now. I'd expected him to let this go but he doesn't look like he's about to let it go. Normal people would. Because I could've been looking at the people for the view, or admiring the places and the kids here. Logan looks back towards the bar and I remained still. I didn't know if the creepy man was still looking our way and somehow I wished he wasn't. Logan looks back at me and said " you know someone here, Layla? " " What? Of course not. " I replied, pouring some sunscreen cream into my palm. " That better be true. " he replied and I felt the warning in his voice. But I just nod and gave him a reassuring smile instead. He leans in and plants a kiss on my forehead. Logan stands up and dives into the water, splashing it over my thighs. I laughed with the shock of
The following morning, I woke up to the stinging sunlight invading my eyes. I squint to adjust better to the sudden brightness in the room. I heard water running in the bathroom and finally opened my eyes after the much needed contemplation. I picked myself up and stepped off the bed. I stepped towards the bathroom and leaned on the door. I didn't know why I was at the door listening in on the water running but I knew it was suiting and at some point, everything blended with the background and I was just standing there, staring into air. The door suddenly pulls open and I'm falling, only stopping when I collided with a hard solid, wet body. I looked up, groaning in pain as my head plemmeted on Logan's damp chest. I'd drifted away with the sound of the water that I didn't hear it stop. I quickly pulled back, my hair now sticking to my face from coming in contact with his dripping body. I looked up to see the surprise in his face, which now turns into an amusement as
Layla's P. O. V. There is a limit up to which your body can take pain. Some say there is no limit, your strength lies within you, you can do anything, overcome anything. Well I think that these lines means nothing to me as much as it meant nothing to Logan. They're all ideas. And why do I think so? Well because there are no super humans, and it doesn't matter how strong the hero is or how brave he is, after having your face smashed in with hammer, and having several wounds, anyone will lose their shit. And even in the unconscious state of his mind as he poured his heart out to me, I still felt the length of pain he's had to endure all his life, to get where he was now. And I felt the pain too, almost like I shared it. And maybe I did at some point. But nobody deserved to be backed into the corner the way he was. And as I watched him under my eyes, I knew that moment that I couldn't leave Logan even if I wanted to, even if he drove me away without knowing, because he was far
I dragged my hand along her bare back and drew circles there, my mind drifted into my own thoughts as she laid there over my bare chest. I listened to her slow breath and felt the warmth of her breath emanating over my skin. And all that was in my head was turning this woman back up against the wall and screaming how much I loved her until she screamed back my name. The thought makes me chuckle and she stirs on my chest, lifting her head to look at me. Still I couldn't stop smiling and I didn't want to offend her. She looked like a little baby, my little baby. Her raven black hair is sprawled over her small face, her lips pouted as she wondered what was in my head, her eyes blinking at me. " Why are you smiling? " She inquired, shifting into a more comfortable position. " I was just imagining how insanely sweet it's going to be if I turned you up against the wall and fucked you hard " I replied, not leaving a word out. Embarrassment washes over her instantly and I watched in
For the next few couple of days Logan took me out to places and I thought he'd completely forgotten about my attempt to escape on our wedding day. Logan would make love to me tenderly, he'd drive us out to eat at the most beautiful restaurants in town, he'd show me around the city and always talk about beautiful things. He'd take me visiting bawling alleys, take me shopping till I got tired. I started to warm up to him and quickly put so many things behind us. Logan would occasionally whisper into my ear how much he loved me and I'd confess it back. Especially one of the many times he pulled me into the shower with him. The feeling was immensely overwhelming. And then, just when I'd thought he'd done too much, Logan grabs me by the arm unexpectedly at the beach he'd taken us to and inhaled my hair deeply. Then he whispered into my ears " what do I have to do to make you love me Layla? " I shuddered before spinning in his arms to face him. And for the first time in so long, I
When Logan had said he planned a date for us I'd expected him to take us to one of his very fancy restaurants that he loved to take me to. Logan loved spending money on grande things, the idea thrilled him and he was always glad whenever he could impress me with all the expensive things he buys for me and the fancy places he takes me to. But instead, he'd taken me to a small eatery set back into a wooden house facing the ocean. It's built up high on a rock, just below the ocean so people could easily get their snacks and drinks and still go down to have a swim while those who loved to sit and eat could see the view of the ocean from up here. It was beautiful. And it kinda felt Mexican. Logan loved things like this I've noted and I couldn't help loving it too. Flower pots decorated the front of this dark oak building with people walking in and out, others eating outside and some inside. Logan was being overly sweet when he pulled a chair out for me and wouldn't stop smiling at
I believed that I almost saw every side of him. But this one was new to me. Logan never forced himself on me; he never had sex with me without my consent. This wasn't sex, this was rape. " Logan stop! I don't want this!" I screamed. I tried to push him away. But he doesn't stop. He abducts my two hands and locks them in his one hand at the top of my head. And with his one hand he started to roam my body. Every part, every inch. He slides his hand down my stomach and reaches the hem of my white pants. I tried to pull my legs together but his wide body separates them further as he fully laid on top of me, letting go of my hands so he could take off my shirt. Then I started to fight him again. Logan never forced me to have sex with him. I knew he'd attempted that when he'd newly kidnapped me but he always stopped when I asked him to. But right now, he was so furious and driven by pure hate and anger I knew he wasn't going to stop if I begged him to. But I don't stop fighting. I t
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 h