All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia Boss : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Logan's P. O. V. As I yanked her into me, pressed her back into the wall and watched how wide her eyes went in surprise, I began to wonder so many things. I wondered what she wore underneath that slim dress that seemed to be a big barrier between my body and hers. Images of scanty black lace wreaked havoc with my mind, but even the thought of her in flannel pants and a cropped T-shirt did things to him no other woman had ever accomplished.She turned me on without even trying. The way her lips parted sensually as her eyes watched me, the way she tried to control her ragged breath, the way her back is arched so her chest is pressed up, half of her cupped breasts in full display. And I smiled at how wired yet beautiful my mood had changed from being angry just a while ago to wanting her so badly now.My groin felt heavy and I knew I needed to pour everything into her. " Logan . . . . . ." Her voice cuts through my mind like a scissor.I did the only thing I should to shut her up.

The next morning I woke up to Logan's face and bare chest as he sat watching over me. He gave me a genuinely sweet smile before asking us to eat breakfast. As we walked out hand in hand, It started dawning on me that I was about to take a bold step in my life and I wasn't even twenty yet. I'd be twenty in two months time but still, that didn't justify what I was about to do in a couple of weeks from now.I always dreamed of marrying a noble man from a wealthy family. I guess that's the kind of fantasies girls like me had in their heads when you've lived your whole life poor. It was merely fantasy because girls like me never meet men like that. But I did. I met Logan and he was everything I ever wanted in a man. Only this marriage was my collateral for my freedom. I was doing this so I could earn his full trust, escaping from him in return, even though I couldn't deny the fact that I was hopelessly in love with him.I knew I loved him because all my life, I've never been loved properly

Logan's jet arrived in the early morning of Italy. We were picked up and driven to a fancy hotel. After Logan told me he wanted me to meet his parents, I could only just imagine how they'd react when they see me. Would I be good enough for their son in their eyes? Would I finally meet this brother of his that he seemed to hate so much? And his heartless father? After getting settled, I walked out in my flowing red gown and stopped at the balcony, looking over the city. Italy was more beautiful than I'd been told and I haven't even gone sightseeing yet. The air was welcoming, the humidity felt just right on my skin. I knew I loved it here the instant I saw all the fancy local eateries our car passed as we headed towards the hotel. I knew in my mind that moment that this was a beautiful place to raise kids. And the thought actually caused me to smile but it faded just as it came. This marriage means nothing but my key to freedom. I have to keep reminding myself no matter how beauti

Layla's P. O. V. I never expected to get the warm welcoming that I got from Logan's family. I didn't understand why his brother would give me the cold shoulder he gave me earlier but I guess it was understandable seeing as he wasn't exactly on the same page with his big brother. Graziella walked next to us, exchanging a few rash words with Logan as we took a long corner towards the side of the house. There's a different lighting on this side, a long white trampoline with bulb lightening decorations roofing a long table carrying all sorts of food. I noticed Dylano walking out from behind the tall pillars supporting this side of the mansion, a woman's arm wrapped around his as they proceeded towards the table too. " That's Dylano's girlfriend, Daisy Patrova, " Graziella whispered the answer to the question in my head " apparently she's part of the family now" I saw the mockery in her eyes as they watched her and I nearly laughed. As we reached the table, I noticed two men walki

As a couple more days dragged on, Logan made the necessary preparations against our wedding. I was standing over the glass walls of my room when my door slid open and I looked over my shoulder to see Dani. I knew Logan had left the house earlier. I realized Dani had been keeping his distance from me. I wondered why and since then I haven't been opportuned to ask him why, he always kept his distance. A woman steps out from hehind him. She has mocca hair, her eyes big and blue. Her skin in tanned in the right manner. She's dressed in a chiffon yellow top tucked into a belted black baggy jeans with sneakers for a finishing touch. She has her hair made into a donut at the center top of her head, her face well made up. I hadn't seen her before but knew instantly that she was probably someone Logan sent concerning the wedding. " Dani" I called as soon as I fully turned around to see them. " Hey Layla, Logan asked me to bring her...." He gestured towards this lady who stepped out, a