บททั้งหมดของ Sold to the Mafia Boss : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Layla's P. O. V. I propped myself onto the couch as I walked out of the kitchen, popcorn in one hand, settling into the couch and grabbing hold of the remote control just in time for me to see Dani appearing from the corner of the room." You scared the shit out of me " I told him and he smiled " seems you only appear whenever I'm about eating. Care for some?" I point the popcorn at him." Thank you " he said, not waving me off as he walked towards me so I held it up. He dips his hand into it and takes a couple of popcorn before settling on the couch, beside me." What are you watching?" He asked." I don't know yet, I'm thinking of cartoon. That's all I ever watch anyway " I replied, flicking through the channels. Dani snorts a laughter beside me." How have you been, Layla?" He asked as I finally settled for a cartoon network." Good. How have you been? I haven't been seeing you around until now "" I'm always busy. . . . . "" Securing Logan's bank accounts? " I cut him of

Graziella and I walked out through the back and into the open space. The lawn has been completely fitted with a long table on the east side, directly facing the side of the house. The swimming pool stood out at the opposite side, a little bit aback. When my mother had asked me to come for a little family dinner, I'd expected a table with my immediate family, and Graziella possibly. What I hadn't expected was the extended family I was probably just seeing for the first time or just having a hard time remembering them. Apart from the others I'd met back inside, a couple are already seated at the table, waiting. A curly haired young boy, not looking any older than sixteen is seated at a chair, his face looking bored of the whole family set up, his eyes glued to the phone he was so focused pressing on. Next to him sat a young woman that I presume could be another distant cousin, then a little boy with a differentiating blond hair. Our family has a marking brownish black hair that we

Logan's P. O. V. Soon the foods were shared around. Everyone were busy fetching into their plates, voices and sounds of cutleries mixed together on the long table. I on the other hand had no interest on the lots of Italian dishes my mother had put together. With my father's constant gaze at me, I knew there was more about my presence here tonight than merely having dinner and meeting some long lost family. " So!" Martello cuts through the silence, his head turned to me as he addressed me "tell us how you've been fairing, Logan. I heard you run the biggest cult the world's ever seen, taking after my cousin brother, Santiago" I tilted my head so I could face him properly since we were seated along the same side on the table. I hated that he called it cult. He made it sound so bad. But oh well, what can I say? I couldn't give a fuck if anyone thought I was bad or doing something bad. What matters was the fear it instilled in them. That was exactly what Santiago taught me. Throw

The bang on the table causes me to shreak. I turned my head forward to find my mom's burning gaze, her hand seeming to pepper from hitting it on the table." Are you two going to keep bickering at each other?! " She yelled " there are kids around for God's sake! This isn't what this dinner is about. Can we not have a single night together as a family without you two trying to chop each other's heads off? "The silence broke in. Slowly, everyone resumed eating. I felt Graziella's hand rubbing over my forearm in a calming gesture. I needed to leave right now but I needed to get one thing off my chest first.Turning to look at Dylano, I spoke "I know you conspired with your dear father to lock away my share of our grandfather's fortune. But I will assure you one thing," my eyes shifts to my father now "I would stop at nothing till I get my hands on them, even if I have to kill the lots of you to get it""Yes," Dylano replies, nearly cutting me off "that's who you are, isn't it? You'r

I woke up earlier than I normally would since my stay at this house. I found my body jolting to life at the thought of escaping. It was all I thought about as I laid back on this massive bed all night, plotting towards it. I felt this an opportunity to leave before Logan gets back. He'd never find me. I couldn't hurt Antoniette into letting me out of the house but she could help me get out. I rushed into the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I pulled off my night wear and threw on a black hoodie after a black singlet over black leggings. I pulled my hair back at the nape of my neck and made my way out. The smell of freshly baked bread stung my nostrils as I made my way through the stairs, accompanied by Antoniette's shuffling feet in the kitchen. When I reached down, I saw her standing over the table with a plate of breakfast on it, like she was waiting for me. As soon as she sensed my presence, she looks up to see me, a bright smile crossing her face. " Good morning, L