All Chapters of To Love A Bologna : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 DANIEL It took everything in me but I was able to ignore Mato, keeping my gaze focused on her. Layla. "Why?" I asked, taking in every single action she made. "Why in God's name will you be with this kind of man?" As I stared at her, I couldn't help but memorize her. Absorb her. Remember her. She bit her bottom lip, reminding me of how many times I'd bitten that same lip, sucked, and nibbled it. Soft, red lips tortured me with memories of how they felt against mine. Layla squared her shoulders. "As Mato said, I'm here with him." "The hell you are. I don't believe for a second you would be with a man like Mato. Do you know who he is? What he does do? What the fuck is going on?" "Nothing." Mato cleared his throat. "I think what Layla is trying to say is that we're here to have some fun, you know, as a couple." This time I turned my attention to him, every muscle in my body taut as I tried to restrain myself from pulling out a knife and cutting his throat. "I su

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐀LAYLADaniel seized his kisses, his grip on my breast loosening. The warmth of his breath coated the skin of my neck, and I felt the rapid beating of his heart against my chest. He removed his thigh from between my legs, bringing my feet back to the ground. And I whimpered, knowing that it was over. The moment. It shattered along with the desire that almost consumed us a second ago. He didn't look up, one hand still gripping my wrists above my head. "Why now?" Of all the questions he had, that was the one he demanded an answer for. Why now? Why did I decide to return now? Because I need to ruin you. Another tear moved from my cheek, lapping over my top lip. "We do not decide our fate, Daniel." "Bullshit!" He slammed his fist into the wall right next to my face, and I yelped, my entire body numb with fright. "Why the fuck are you back, Layla?" I closed my eyes, turning my face away from his. Slowly, painfully, reality started to seep back into the moment. My desir

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐀LAYLAMato relaxed in his seat, and I let out the breath I was holding. My heart was beating so fast that the sound echoed in my head. The fear I'd been walking around with for the last few months was starting to carve me open from the inside out. I stared down at the vein in my arm. What they did to me, and what they were forcing me to do now was beyond cruel. Because of them, I had no choice. Because of them, I stood on the brink of losing everything. And once the day came when they had no more use for me, I knew in my heart I would never get back what they took from me. I had been sucked in too deep. It was like Daniel said, once you were a part of this world, there was no getting out of it. But I had no choice, and I prayed to God that when the end came, everyone, I cared about would know the truth…especially him. Daniel. The man I would end up deceiving the most. I stiffened when I felt Mato's fingertips against my back. "I was thinking, since you did so well tonig

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 DANIEL Lucio sat up in the passenger seat. "Check out the SUV." I looked out and saw a black SUV parked in front of Kat's house. In silence — and anticipation — I waited to see who was in the car. First, a man dressed in a suit got out from the passenger side. He looked left and right, up and down the road twice before opening the back door to the SUV. True as fuck, there she was, getting out of the car. "That her?" I nodded. "Lucio Bologna, meet Layla Moore." She wore a dark brown coat to ward off the early autumn cold. Big, round, dark sunglasses covered most of her upper face as if she was trying to hide. Within a few short strides, Layla was up the stairs and knocking at her sister's door with a man standing behind her. Three men stayed behind, one guarding the vehicle, the other two standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Why all the muscle?" Lucio shifted in his seat. "He's protecting her." "From what?" "Me."I continued to watch as Kat opened

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐀LAYLA(Flashback Continues)I gave Kat a peck on the cheek. "Okay, then. It's time for me to go pimp myself and make new friends." Kat laughed, and I smiled. "Love you." "Love you too." I shoved one of the unpacked boxes out of the way and against the wall as I walked out the front door. We'd only moved in three days ago, and both Kat and I were slow unpackers. As I stepped outside, I glanced up and down the road. It wasn't exactly one of the richest neighborhoods, but at least it wasn't one of the worst. I placed the earphones in my ears and pressed play on my phone. It was a way to make the other kids think I didn't give a shit — that I was too preoccupied with listening to the latest top forty hits to even realize I knew no one. I pulled my backpack over my shoulders, took a deep breath, and mentally told myself this day would be a piece of cake, and that I'd have a ton of friends before the end of the week. Yes, it sucked being new. But at least no one knew the bag