I smiled at my brother, a mocking, nerve-wracking smile. "Look at you Dylano, you're so grown up now luring me out here simply because you wanna talk to me. I must say, it's not like you to take your business out into the public unless you have some other motives. First your father, and now you, ha! Lemme guess, you brought me out here to talk about getting your shrare of our dear uncle's fortune? That explains why you brought me here. You know one of us would be going with a bullet in his head after talking about that, don't you? And you know very well it's gonna be you, baby brother" Dylano remains calm. I placed my gun where I could reach it and brushed his shoulder, nudging him to the side, walking past him to the half empty table at the back. Dylano walks around to sit opposite, giving the man seated at the end a look to excuse us and he did. "So what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" I asked him with a big smile. "Mom asked me to meet with you" he replied uninterestedly
Layla's P. O. V. I spent the next hour inside the bathtub, soaked in warm water. For a first, I didn't have the strength to rub my body but in the next minute, I was standing under the running shower, scrubbing my skin, bruising myself in the process. I felt sick and dirty and I knew scrubbing my body like that was the only way to relieve myself of all the dirt. When I stepped out of the bathroom I was shivering cold so I threw on a black hoody over a baggy ashes sweatpants that I was glad to have found under my clothes shelf. I yanked a pair of ashes ankle length socks on my feet and pulled the hoody over my head before walking out and into the living room. 'And it would be your wildest dream if you think you could ever escape from me' Logan's voice danced in my head. I shut my eyes as I remembered his icy blue eyes peering at me with so much hatred. I stepped into the kitchen to grab something to eat. I realized that it's been hours since we ate at
" I know....the day Logan brought you here ," Dani continued " and I'm aware that you do not like it here " " How so?" I asked him, my eyes trying hard to analyze him. " I stay close to this house and I know what's going on around here, Layla. I know that you're probably not happy but Logan isn't a bad person. He's good " " Why are you telling me this?" "Because I want you to learn to be happy with him. Logan is a complicated person. If you can play right by him, you'd enjoy his company" " So you play right by him then? " I said pointedly. He shrugs casually, a small laugh breaking through his lips as I seemed to have caught him in his little glorious paint of his boss. I laughed a little too, taking another bite of my biscuit. " Why do you work for him? " I asked him. He doesn't hesitate before responding to my question. He told me about how Logan had picked him up after he stole some money from his bank account without him knowing immediately. About how he'd sponsored his
Layla's P. O. V. I woke up the following morning to a hurting bone again. After watching Logan walk out of my room last night while pretending to sleep, every nerve in my body telling me to stop him, I hadn't stopped thinking about him until sleep took over me. There was something about him standing over me last night, watching me and touching my face. It had been a really great feeling having his warm hands against my cheek and shamefully I'd wanted more. I'd been tempted to stand up and yank him into bed with me. When he left I suddenly wanted him by my side. I hated myself as I pulled the duvet off my body for wanting him in that kind of way. For even wanting to see him around me. But I was fast growing more used to him than I ever expected. I rubbed my eyes brutally and tried to sit up, a foreign voice spooking me into position. "Don't rub your beautiful eyes off, love " I quickly looked to the side to find Logan seated on the lounge chair where I alw
Logan's P. O. V. The last couple of days has been really great and I knew exactly why. I would watch from a corner in the house as Layla picked up the flowers that I left for her in sheer glee. Her smiles, how little was everything to me. I realized that I didn't just want sex from her, I wanted everything. The past few weeks has been a busy one. I went to my office today. Dani has been unable to track Templeman down after the play Dylano had put up that night. I never really gave much thoughts to the things he'd said that night. I'd made it clear that I wasn't turning up at some reunion he and my father was planning on. " Good morning sir " my secretary greeted from her desk as Dani and I proceeded towards my office room. I nodded in acknowledgement before stepping into my office room. " It's nice to finally have you out here today, boss " Dani said as he slumped down on my office longue. I gave him a short laugh. He was right. It's been really long. I sat d
Logan's P. O. V. I’d mastered the act of calmness. Over the years, I became good at faking it. When my mom barged into my office crying her eyes out, I'd stopped myself from reassuring her that I'd go to Italy even for her sake. Even though Dani had talked to me about it, I still didn't know if I wanted to go. I'd be seeing a lot of my families that I'd last seen a couple of years ago. It's going to be awkward. My father planned this and I knew the ultimate reason why he wanted me there was for two reasons. One, to ask about me sharing his brother's wealth with him. Two, to accuse me of killing him just to have everything to myself. He already made mention of it earlier. As I rode the back seat of my car heading home, his words came back striking hard like an axe. " you were her desperate attempt to keep me, and it worked. A kid means child support and alimony for life. I decided to stay and make it work, but I never forgave her.” I was a reason for him t
Layla's P. O. V. I'd gotten used to watching the TV even though there wasn't much to be seen. I could only watch the fashion shows or celebrity lifestyle reality shows. Or some of the cartoons. As the time passed, I realized I was more into the books stacked in my shelf than the TV shows. I still couldn't get past the beautiful breakfasts and dinners I had with Logan. It was heart stopping and every time it crossed my mind, which was everytime, I found myself blushing hard and smiling alone like an idiot. And I couldn't be blamed. This was the first time a man shows me sweet gestures like this. I'm bound to be overly impressed. I found myself slowly wanting to impress him. Whenever he was coming home, I'd make sure to shower again and put on something beautiful. It reminded me of how I'd dressed up to school, adding mascaras to my already long lashes just to impress Emma. But this was different. I could feel it. This is Logan. He's the Mafia man who kidnapp
I returned to my room and ran a quick shower. Logan just asked me to go on a dinner with him. I didn't know what to wear. The last time we had dinner he'd asked someone to dress me up.It's supposed to be something casual. The way he asked, it didn't seem we were stepping out of the house so I decided a simple outfit would do.I met with Logan at the sitting room area. I was surprised to be seeing him dressed up in sweatpants and hoodie. I've only ever seen him dressed in suits and he'd look so hot in it. Right now it felt like I didn't have a compliment to qualify how he looked in those ashes sweatpants. His sweatpants are low enough that the brand of underwear he's wearing is visible as he reaches his hand over to the counter next to him, looking up at me as I made it down stairs. His hair looks finely brushed back, a few stands falling over his eyebrows. He looked beautiful and seeing him in a pair of sweats was a sight to linger on. I'd dressed up in leggings and a long sleeved
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
Everyone wears a mask, and everyone tries to also hide the fact that they are wearing a mask. Emotions are complicated; sometimes you are angry because the person walking in front of you used to be loyal. And sometimes you are angry at yourself. You blame yourself for every ordeal that has happened to you, you blame yourself for the situation. That was how I was feeling right now. Lost and angry. As I watched my reflection on the mirror, I saw how much pounds of flesh I'd lost over the course of hours. I didn't know where this place was but judging from a couple of neon lit banners I could manage to see on our way here, I was certain this was some Asian country. Could be Thailand or Tokyo or anywhere at that. I heard Logan knocking out something back in the bedroom and it moved me. I was terrified out of my mind and did the only thing I could do to avoid any more of his wrath. I slipped out of my dress and grabbed a towel to cover myself. I took a minute to survey the closet
I didn't know where we went but we arrived there in the late evening, the clouds angry and dark. As if my day couldn't get any more worse. The ride had taken a long while and throughout we didn't say a word to each other. I kept my distance and he did too. I knew he didn't want anything to do with me. I'd proposed for this wedding and tried to run from it when he was completely into it, I wouldn't have anything to do with me either. The airplane landed and we stepped out to find a Lamborghini parked below. Logan doesn't waste time and hauled us inside. I wanted to ask him where he was taking me but decided against it. Asking him wouldn't change a thing if he planned to go kill me and dump my body in some place. And it doesn't guarantee my life either. On our way, I knew I needed to say something. He still looked angry. " Logan...." I called but he doesn't budge " Logan I'm sorry...." " Save it Layla, " he turns to me with a broad smile " we're about to have the best time of o
My fingers trembled as I stood in front of the priest, hand in Logan's as we said the vows. My voice trembled and it fascinated me a great deal that none of the people seated on all those pews could stand up and speak about how strange this wedding was. I had a bleeding nose, blood splashed across my face, my make up smeared on the wrong places and my white wedding gown was stained and dirty all over. But nobody could say anything about it, not even the priest. Of course they all knew Logan, nobody wanted to interfere or meet an early death. When we'd first walked in, I'd seen the surprise in his mother's wide eyes as she saw me. So was Elina and the rest of the family. There wasn't an outsider here except for Logan's men and so far they were all the same people. When Logan slipped his ring into my finger, I knew this was it. I felt caged for some reasons and felt it impossible to leave at this point. I knew a simple band around the finger meant nothing but I couldn't help the
I thought about changing back into my clothes but I knew Graziella would come back into the room before I'm able to do that. So I picked up the ends of the clothes and turned back to Emily. "There's a way through the parking lot inside the hotel, this way" she called and I quickly followed her. As we made our way out, I kept an eye out for Graziella, while still trying to hide my face from the rest of the few people seated around. I knew it was hard for any of Logan's men who saw me in this white dress to not recognize me. I knew he had given me all the privacy a bride to be needed before the wedding by allowing me alone here with the women. He had trusted me and never thought I'd do something like this. The people seated at the lobby threw beautiful smiles at me, some even nodded at me. They all saw a beautiful bride about to get married, they didn't know that I was there against my will and on my way to freedom. After returning their smiles, I got into the elevator with Emil
" I need your help, Emily " I told her, putting a hand over the magazine like I was pointing out a hair style to her. "I need to get out of here and you're the only one that can help me. I've been brought here against my will and I want you to help me get out " There's a moment of silence on her ends before she finally spoke. " Okay.... Are you serious about this?" She whispers, slightly looking up to see me. I nodded gently and gave her a smile so whoever was watching us from somewhere didn't catch up on what I was doing. " I'm about to be forced to get married to this man, Emily and I beg you to please help me " "Okay, what do I have to do?" " I need you to bring a car to the hotel where I'd be getting dressed for the wedding. Have it hidden and when I'm alone, I would take it and leave. Can you do that for me? Please....." " Yes.... But.... Do I call the police?" There's fear and worry in her voice. I thought about that for a moment. Calling the police was probably the