Sold to the mafia boss

I watched my reflection on the mirror as I ran my hands on the burgundy shift dress. The corset necklace is traced with glittering stone. I didn’t need to be told to know that this dress probably cost a fortune. Expensive things didn’t really need tags, the qualities easily gave them away.

After returning up to this room earlier, a woman with ocean blue eyes and a red hair walked in. She was dressed in all black top and skinny jeans. She opened the door and stepped in with a long pink Moll bag. She didn’t say a word to me after dropping it off on the dresser. She’d held her chin up, as if scared to even make eye contact with me. Like she was scared of something. I wondered if she was one of Logan’s workers or if she had just been phoned from a random clothe store to deliver a dress to the house. I couldn’t bring myself to say a word to her, mostly because she left just as soon as she walked in.

There’d been a black stilettos underneath the dress, boxed separately as the boxed dress too. I’d reluctantly risen up from my bed and slipped into the dress. And now, I couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable in my hair as they fell back across my shoulders and back. I couldn’t hold them up, I’d feel too exposed to Logan’s eyes. I didn’t know the occasion or why he’d actually wanted me to dress so much. I wondered if he was taking me out of the house.

My stomach growled and I held onto it. I didn’t know what time it was but it was past my usual breakfast time. The sound of my door unlocking makes me twirl around to find Logan stepping in, his suits now changed into a navy blue ones. He seemed to have showered because I could smell his cologne from that far. His eyes watched me for a while, throwing me into a feat of discomfort as his eyes rummaged through my body.

” Where are we going? ” I decided to break the awkward ice between us.

Again, his lips lifts into a sly smirk before he replied ” you’ll see when we get there ”

In a split second, he fills the distance between us, grabbing hold of my wrist before I knew it and yanked me out of the room before I could protest otherwise. A gasp escaped my throat as he yanked me out, steadying me to walk beside him, his hand still wrapped around my wrist as he walked down the corridor and into the nearest elevator. I had not even the fragment of strength in my body to start arguing or fighting with him. I had no idea where he was taking me but definitely, he wouldn’t have dressed me up just to go have me killed at some unknown place would he? For all it’s worth, I still had no idea what he’s capable of doing.

He pulls me into the elevator and punches the buttons. The elevator doesn’t go up this time, it goes down, opening to a wide, dark and dimly lit room. It was nearly impossible to see through the room as red curtains draped over the floors, a single table covered in red table cloth seated at the center of the room, with two chairs on opposite sides. The table is filled with assorted food and drinks on bottles.

At the corner sat a piano and a man’s back turned to us and facing the piano. I knew by now that he was working for Logan and whatever effort I put in trying to get him to help me escape from here would only get Logan angry and as a result get me killed. So I quietly sat down as he asked me to, before watching him walk ahead to take the seat in front.

He kept on smiling, his eyes watching my every move, it was sickening and disturbing. Slow music starts playing from the piano on the background, slow and beautiful.

” You look beautiful ” he said, the smirk dancing on his lips. Even I knew that he mocked me, it was all over his voice.

Without replying, I picked up my fork and decided to pretend he wasn’t sitting there and just eat food. I was starving anyway. I gathered some food into my plate, mainly meat. They tasted so good.

” So, tell me about yourself ” he said out of nowhere, causing me to raise up my head to look at him. He’s smiling. Was he serious?Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

” Maybe if you wanted to know about me, you wouldn’t have grabbed me from my house in the first place, ” I spat out before I could stop myself, only realizing I’d said too much when he didn’t reply with the same energy and watches me instead ” I’m sorry. ”

” I love feisty women, ” he blurted out ” I love the ones who would fight me on my bed when I try to make love to them. I’m just curious if you’d fight me or cling to me like I meant everything to you ”

I saw his eyes, saw the pleasures his words gave to him. I felt small in the room as I watched him, my mind picking up race.

” But don’t worry, I won’t force you. I bet you’ll come on your will, begging for me to please you ” he smirked, causing me to roll my eyes.

” You wish, Logan ” I said loud enough for him to hear.

” So, you still haven’t told me about yourself ” he pushed, earning a groan from me. ” I wanna know about any past boyfriends ”

I shot a look at him as his words sank into me and all I could imagine was Emma sitting right where he was. I wanted to get angry each time he crossed my mind but I just end up feeling sad. And questioning myself about us.

” None ” I lied, eating my food with a much quicker pace.

” and there comes the lie ” he snickered ” tell me Layla, did he please you in bed so good? ”

Slamming my fork on the table because I’ve just about had enough of his bickering, I replied harshly ” is pleasing me in bed all you wanna know?! ”

” Perhaps ” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

” Well I would not be talking about that okay? All you have to know is that this girl sitting in front of you is just a nineteen years old girl who had dreams of going to college. The dreams that you supposedly threw into the gutter when you kidnapped her! ”

I felt angry and all I wanted was to tell him a piece of my mind. I wanted to stand up and pour all the drinks at him, throw the food across the table at him for making my life so difficult but I resisted the urge. I need to put myself in check.