Logan drove us to an uptown building that I hadn't realized was a restaurant combined with a ballet house and a club house until we walked into the massive building. There's four ushers waiting at the revolving door to welcome us in, their smiles contagious. They soon ushered us to our table at the front of the place. The walls are glass and tinted from the outside, the table glass, with golden lights spreading throughout the room. At the top front of the room was a piano man, streaming some music and a woman dressed like Madonna singing gently in front of a microphone right next to the piano. You could tell from the look of things that everyone here were very much sophisticated and high ranked people. " This place is beautiful, Logan " I told him as soon as he sat down too. " I hope you enjoy today, love " I beamed with a smile and picked up the menu. I looked through it and tried to decide what to eat. I ended up ordering one of the most delicious delicacies Maddy and I us
" don't fucking take another step from there, Layla. " I stopped walking as soon as I heard Logan's angry voice from behind me. We'd just walked into the house after dropping off in front of the house. God, I couldn't deal with this right now. I slowly turned around to face him. " What the hell happened back there? Who the fuck is that? " He questions me angrily. " He's a Friend. " I replied firmly. " A friend? You know better than to lie to me, Layla. You know how I get when you lie, don't you? " he starts undoing his necktie. " What difference does it make? You don't trust me and no matter what I tell you, it wouldn't help or change anything! " " So it's better to lie to me then? " A smirk crossed his lips and I waited for the worst. " We just went out and some man comes up to my wife, giving her his number and saying all sorts of absurd things and you expect me to be okay with it? " " No! I don't expect you to be okay with it but you wouldn't even give me the chance to
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
" don't fucking take another step from there, Layla. " I stopped walking as soon as I heard Logan's angry voice from behind me. We'd just walked into the house after dropping off in front of the house. God, I couldn't deal with this right now. I slowly turned around to face him. " What the hell happened back there? Who the fuck is that? " He questions me angrily. " He's a Friend. " I replied firmly. " A friend? You know better than to lie to me, Layla. You know how I get when you lie, don't you? " he starts undoing his necktie. " What difference does it make? You don't trust me and no matter what I tell you, it wouldn't help or change anything! " " So it's better to lie to me then? " A smirk crossed his lips and I waited for the worst. " We just went out and some man comes up to my wife, giving her his number and saying all sorts of absurd things and you expect me to be okay with it? " " No! I don't expect you to be okay with it but you wouldn't even give me the chance to
Logan drove us to an uptown building that I hadn't realized was a restaurant combined with a ballet house and a club house until we walked into the massive building. There's four ushers waiting at the revolving door to welcome us in, their smiles contagious. They soon ushered us to our table at the front of the place. The walls are glass and tinted from the outside, the table glass, with golden lights spreading throughout the room. At the top front of the room was a piano man, streaming some music and a woman dressed like Madonna singing gently in front of a microphone right next to the piano. You could tell from the look of things that everyone here were very much sophisticated and high ranked people. " This place is beautiful, Logan " I told him as soon as he sat down too. " I hope you enjoy today, love " I beamed with a smile and picked up the menu. I looked through it and tried to decide what to eat. I ended up ordering one of the most delicious delicacies Maddy and I us
Layla's P. O. V. For the next few days Logan and I had been the ideal couple. We completely bonded the night we'd gone to the fleur Del Mansioné and him painting me. After that I've never stopped thinking about him and he'd never stopped being lovely and kind to me. It was sickening and unimaginable. I couldn't remember the last time I'd actually been with a cellphone and surprisingly, I was used to it. But then I was concerned one morning when I woke up beside Logan on our gigantic bed. It's still very early in the morning, there wasn't any signs of sun yet and I'm perched up in my cream colored spaghetti strapped chiffon nightwear. My legs and thighs are bare, running down from the matching lacy pants I'm wearing underneath. I lost count of days and months long ago and I'd lost interest in keeping track of time until waking up this morning, watching Logan's sleeping face in front of me. He has his arm against my waist, his hair scattered from our intense love making from last
I helped her sit on the bar stool as we were soon consumed on our mutual conversation. " Tell me Layla, what inspired you to wanna go to art school? " I asked her as soon as we're settled in our seats. Layla shifts on her seat before replying " well . . . . . . . I could say that ever since I was a little girl, I've always loved beautiful things. I started taking the longer route to school because there was a man who painted there, even though kids like me weren't allowed inside, I'd stay on the window every day watching the little birds flying around, especially in the summers. It's so beautiful and I always imagine what it'd be like to have that in paper and watch it every day. As I grew older, I started to paint. Uh, my best friend . . . . She ah got me this painting colors that I used to paint with, " she watches her fingers, her lips smiling at the memory " I'd always go to my homeroom teacher's office so she could borrow me so plain sheets and she loved that I painted, " l
Logan's P. O. V. The one thing that I truly ever admired about Layla was the fact that she had a taste for art too. It's not every day you would come across a woman who genuinely appreciates deep arts and not just mere flowers and rainbows and books. Layla was a rare one and the idea set a fire igniting inside me. So I knew the perfect place to take her tonight. I asked my driver to take us to the famous Fleur Del Mansioné. This is famous among the french, as it's origin is from Spain, many of it's branches in cities like Florida, new York, Canada and Puerto Rico. Fleur Del Mansioné is the famous multi-purpose mansion that housed five sectors of ballet hall, an exotic bar, a restaurant, an art gallery and a museum. And it is famous for its exquisite paintings and sculptures. I took Layla's hand and helped her out if the car as soon as the door came to a stop in front of the enormous glass mansion. I couldn't have missed Layla's gasp as she saw the building even if I wasn't pay
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