Sold to the mafia boss

Layla’s P. O. V.

I spent the next hour inside the bathtub, soaked in warm water.

For a first, I didn’t have the strength to rub my body but in the next minute, I was standing under the running shower, scrubbing my skin, bruising myself in the process. I felt sick and dirty and I knew scrubbing my body like that was the only way to relieve myself of all the dirt.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

When I stepped out of the bathroom I was shivering cold so I threw on a black hoody over a baggy ashes sweatpants that I was glad to have found under my clothes shelf. I yanked a pair of ashes ankle length socks on my feet and pulled the hoody over my head before walking out and into the living room.

‘And it would be your wildest dream if you think you could ever escape from me’ Logan’s voice danced in my head. I shut my eyes as I remembered his icy blue eyes peering at me with so much hatred.

I stepped into the kitchen to grab something to eat. I realized that it’s been hours since we ate at that stupid Italian restaurant and that my stomach was nearly empty again.

Well why not? After all the cry I did in there. I found a long biscuit somewhere and picked a lemonade from the fridge before walking out into the sitting room.

The figure I noticed standing behind the couch nearly spooked me to death. Logan had left the other time and I’d seen his car leave with his men.

“Sorry if I scared you” his not so bold voice spoke first, seeing the way his presence set me back to an abrupt stop.

He’s slim and looks much younger than all the men I’ve seen around here. I watched him intensely. He’s Asian no doubt, and he dressed very fashionably. his buttoned up black shirt doesn’t hide the tattoo that ran up his neck. His face looked beautiful, almost in a feminine way. He looked way too beautiful for a man to legally and naturally be. I couldn’t decide if he was one of Logan’s men or not. He doesn’t have a gun and he definitely doesn’t look like he could hurt a fly.

” Who are you? ” I asked him after what felt like hours of just staring at him.

” My name’s Dani ” he answered ” I work for Mr Logan DeAngelo ”

Without giving a reply, I walked to his front and circled the center table to sit at the other couch, facing him. I didn’t know why but he looked really nice, the aura was surrounding him. Either because of the way he tried not to hold my gaze or the way he smiled each time my eyes caught his.

” Care for some? ” I asked, pointing the biscuit to him.

A chuckle escapes his lips and he replied ” oh no thanks ”

I started eating it. I picked up one of my books that I’d dropped here last night and tried to read it. But having to read with a stranger standing so close to you, watching you isn’t possible, is it?

I looked back to find him looking into space.

” What do you do for Logan? ” I asked him curiously and out of sheer boredom.

He smiles sweetly before replying ” I. . . . . . . manage his security systems and tracking. Hacking and shit.”

” So you’re his cyber technician ” I added.

” Technically ” he smiles again.

” Tell me what exactly do you secure? ”

” Well. . . . . Logan is a man who engages in very serious businesses. So I practically protect his bank accounts. . . . . ”

” All by yourself? From what I’ve heard Logan has a lot of money that needs taking care of ” I lied to keep him going, perhaps he could end up telling me something that could be useful to me in here. Of course I didn’t know how much money Logan had but I could safely assume it was bigger than anything I could ever think of.

” Well not technically by myself. We have a team elsewhere but I. . . . . . . I take care of special operations ” he replied.

I shrugged uninterestedly. I didn’t know what was so special about his money or other businesses. I knew Logan killed people, he’s a mafia and that’s part of the things they do.

When I saw his eyes tonight when he climbed that car, I saw all the hate in them. They were different. They were purposeful. I can only hope he’s not about going on one of his killing sprees.

” Where was Logan going earlier? ” I asked before I could stop myself. I’ve been curious since he drove off earlier today.

Dani doesn’t reply immediately. He faltered for a second before actually replying ” he. . . . . had a business to take care of ”

” What kind of business? ” I pressed.

Dani holds his lips tight and I knew he couldn’t or shouldn’t tell me about it.

” He’s going to kill someone, isn’t he? ” I stated the obvious.

” Don’t judge him, Layla ” he said with a shake of his head.

I was surprised by two things. First, the way his eyes spoke differently when he said what he said. As if Logan had a genuine reason for killing people, for going to kill whoever was on his kill list tonight. Secondly, because he said my name.

” You know me quite well ” I told him. I watched his face for any form of discomfort but he holds a poker face. He wasn’t the type to be able to keep an eye contact. . .

He looks down, as if thinking, his lips paused before looking back at my face again. He rounds the table to sit down on the couch opposite mine, surprising me. Nobody asides Logan has ever come so close to me before. His guards were always standing far away, never talking to me.

He gives me a small quick smile, a heart fluttering smile which made me question myself about who this man was. He was nice, no doubt. How does a man like him work with Logan?