Chapter 4

    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 from up above. That bitch. I tried to fire at Miko but heard her banging at the door, her screams getting louder. A smirk crossed my lips in sheer thrill. she's probably trying to escape right now. She must be a fool at many levels if she didn't know who she was dealing with. No one runs away from me. Not even her fucking parents who brought this upon her.

    

    Another scream and more banging. Fuck.

    

    Putting my gun away, I roared at Miko " get the fuck out of my face." and he scurried out before I made my way out of my office and climbed on the nearest elevator. The anger bubbled up as I went up, intensified as I came face to face with the door and seeing her through the glasses as she continued to bang on the door.

    

    I saw a glimpse of her face, the bitterness and pain in them as she cried. It was tear streaked and threatening to fall off her head any minute now. 

    Since picking her up from her house last night, I'm only seeing her for the first time after so many hours of the pick up.

    I saw her long legs as they ran from the dress she was now wearing, causing me to smirk wickedly. She was about to be food to me and she will do well to obey me.

    

    Punching in the door's passcode, the doors slid open, causing her to stop for a minute to look at me. She's breathing hard from all the struggle to break the door. how pathetic, most of her hair sprawled over her face now.

    

    My eyes moved to every inch of her body before settling on the swells on her bossom. Her firm breasts pointed invitingly at me. She was tiny and if I was being honest with myself, the skinny girls always did it for me in bed and right now, all I saw was her body tied down on my bed, legs spread apart.

    

    " What do you want from me?! " She screamed at me.

    

    How dare her? I laughed at her attitude, somehow enjoying the show she put on. If only she knew the weight of her parents wrongs, she wouldn't stand out to ask me that silly question.

    " I'm talking to you! " Her voice screamed fear. I knew her type, not that grabbing a girl from her house was my everyday thing, but she was just acting tough, trying to convince me that she wasn't scared and that she was strong. Clicking my tongue, I wished she knew who she was dealing with and apparently, she doesn't seem to have any idea.

    

    " Answer me! " She screams again, this time moving in to push me by the chest but I caught her wrist mid air and yanked it back, causing her to wince in pain.

    

    " You have no idea who I am, do you? " I said into her ear. The feel of her hair brushing subtly against my lips excited me. The warmth, the closeness of her body oozed onto me even with the slim distance caused me a bulge, but I ignored it. If she was going to be so stubborn she needed a lesson. And I'm about to teach her that.

    

    

    

                  Layla's P. O. V. 

    

    As the doors slid open, I hadn't expected the man who walked in. He was far from what I remembered from last night. Everything had been hazy and foggy last night even to this very minute and I wasn't familiar with the details of his face but looking at him now, I couldn't help checking him out while tossing my escape plans behind me.

    

    He was tall, tall and wide enough to swallow my smaller image if he pleased. His arms were muscular and well built, just like the packs that evidently popped out of his sleek long sleeves office shirt.

    His hair is dark, full and shiny, the ones you'd wanna feel it's silkiness with your fingers, melting into them. His face was chesled to go with his lean yet well built body. His nose was long and pointed. The most important detail of all were his eyes. They were slim and set back into his face, his eyelashes long, thick and full, typical of the Mexican boys like Maddy always loved to fantasize. The length of his lashes would almost hide the greenish ashes color of his eyeballs.

    And those eyes stared predatorily at me. He takes a step forward and I stepped back a pace, my anger rushing back again. I wanted to slap him, beat him until he let me go but I knew from his look he took no nonsense and I'd probably be the losing one after all is said and done.

    

    My first instinct was to slap him but I found myself pushing his body instead, screaming at him. Then he grabbed my hands and yanked them down, inflicting pain from the pressure of his tight grip around my wrist.

    

    " You have no idea who I am, do you? " His voice is deep and smooth, venom edging every word he spilled. And yes, I didn't know him. But I didn't need to know who he was to let me get the hell out of this madness.

    

    " Let go of me! " I cried but instead he pushed me back and I stumbled back. He advances towards me and stops, his eyes watching my body like he'd done earlier. I looked past him to see that the door had locked back after he walked in. I blew my chance of running by checking him out and now I'm gonna pay for it.

    His hands come up and gropes my breast, cutting my breath away. The movement surprises me and I did the one thing my body urged me to in defense, I slapped his hand away and stepped back.

    How dare him! A surge of anger exploded inside me and I tried to hit him but he grabbed my two hands now and pushed me back against the wall. I yelped in pain on the impact of the wall and held my lips from crying.

    His face leans into mine, his body only a symmetrical line away from mine. My heart beats accelerated.

    

    The tears ran freely down my face now as I felt my body weaken before him. I felt starry sensations clouding up my vision and I tried to blink to keep my focus together but I was slowly losing it.

    

    I felt his grip on my wrist loosen and he steps back. I watched him retreat himself, my vision too starry and blurry to see him walk out, my body too weak to make a run for it. I just stood plastered on the wall, shutting my eyes close to reduce the pain.

    

    I slid down to the floor and sat down, my weak legs giving up before my mind did and I just sat there for a while, crying. From a distance, I saw the pills that woman had left on my table earlier. it was tossed far away on the floor. I needed to take it and relieve myself of this pain. I couldn't take it anymore. But I was too weak to reach for it and I just sat there, watching it.

    

    I heard the doors slid open before the sound of clicking shoes neared me. The woman from earlier squats in front of me, looking into my face, her voice resounding as she spoke.

    " Come on, you need to take a shower " she said, grabbing my arm.

    

    My stomach rumbles loudly. I haven't eaten anything for nearly twenty four hours.

    

    " You'll be having dinner shortly " she adds as she walked me towards the bathroom. My vision slowly gets worse as I managed to walk beside her,

my body shaking involuntarily. I thought I was going to pass out.