Sold to the mafia boss

LOGAN DEANGELO.

Fucking thieves. I couldn’t quite get my head around the fact that some random peasant would actually have the audacity to steal from a DeAngelo! Layla had no idea she’d just been thrown into the lion’s den and I’m going to show her that her parents made the wrong move by trying to steal from me.

I opened the thick wooden door to the place where I’d asked Astrid to have him tied up, and as I walked in, my strides calculated, I entered the room with it’s ceilings dropping to the floor, the walls painting old and peeling off.

I’ve hunted this man down for weeks. Apparently he’d worked for me before, only to go behind my back, conspiring with my enemy and leaking out my movements to him. Just last week, my men and I were attacked around my newest warehouse down town. Dani had been able to bring out the obvious, tracking down this man, Jon.

Jon had been a close worker of mine. He had started working for my uncle before he passed away. He was the father figure, his stubble graying, his hair kept long down his chubby neck, his skin red and ugly. Astrid and his team tracked him down and brought him here.

And now, he’s seated at the center of the empty, dirty room, hands tied behind his back and around the wooden chair, scratches and blood on his face from all the beating Astrid and his men had inflicted on him.

At the corner of the room stood a single wooden table, a liquor bottle and a tumbler sitting on a tray on top of it. I smiled as I stopped before it, pouring myself a glass. I always loved my drinks. So much. Especially when I’m going in for the kill.

” I’m not scared of you anymore! ” Jon screamed, the fear behind his voice clear as the white sky.

My lips twitched as I replied, taking off my shades and looking him in the eyes ” I know you’re not, Jon. That’s why I’ve come up with an idea of making this a lot more interesting ”

I can see the fear in his eyes as they widened. Jon knew me, he knew how I reacted to betrayal.

Astrid walks in, Jon’s wife in his arm as he dragged her into the room, blindfolded. As soon as Jon saw this, he started panicking.

” Logan please! I’m sorry! ” He begged ” I promise I’ll do anything! ”

” Jon? ” His wife’s voice shook as she called him upon hearing her husband’s pleasing voice.

” But I don’t want anything from you, Jon ,” I replied, moving in closer. I knelt in front of him, slowly pulling out my gun from behind and checking it’s bullet even though I knew it was loaded ” you see you had only one job to do, Jon. That was being honest and loyal to me. But you betrayed me. I could tell your lovely wife here all the bad things that you do. Like how you rape all those minor girls and kill them after? ”

” No, no , no ” his wife started whimpering, causing Astrid to push her up against the wall.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

” Please, don’t hurt her! Just let her go! Please, we have a daughter! ”

” If you knew me well, Jon, you’d know I wouldn’t let this all go so easily ” I told him, rising up and turning my back on him. ” Now tell me, why are you working for Fatello? ”

His wife is whimpering, her voice getting louder by the minute. It was starting to piss me off.

” All he said to me was that he had some unfinished scores with you, I swear! Please ” he confessed.

Turning around, I gave him a crooked smile.

” Slime traitors like you deserves to be whipped off the face of this earth, don’t you think, Jon? Or do I kill your wife first and make you watch? ” I threatened, Astrid pushing his wife over to me and I grasped her tight by the shoulders.

She starts wailing, my hand digging into her chest as I pointed my pistol up her head.

” No! Please, Logan, please! ” Jon begged, crying. The thrill. I loved watching him beg me. I wanted him to beg me. I wanted him to go down, I wanted him at his most vulnerable. I wanted to see his self restraint crumble in front of me.

” Please, I have a daughter, please!!! ”

I cracked the gun and put a bullet through her head, letting her body fall limb to the floor. Jon screamed at the top of his voice, the pain in his eyes like some hidden demon was about to be unleashed. But this was all he was good at. Cry and cry.

Pathetic.

Pointing the gun up his face, I cracked it. ” When you reincarnate into some son of a bitch later, tell him never to mess with a DeAngelo before sending him down bach here again ” I said before shooting him on his forehead, blood splashing forth.

I growled in anger as I turned around, grabbed the tumbler and chunked down it’s last contents.

LAYLA’S P. O. V.

It’s been probably four hours since I was escorted back to my room. I cringed at how calling this space my room sounded so true to me. I’d met a tray of breakfast set out in the middle of the bed for me. I waited for Antoniette to come in and show me what I’m supposed to wear for the day but she didn’t come.

After a short while, I gathered up my torn dress in my hand, just the way I’d done when that bodyguard came to get me, and stepped into the walk-in closet. I reeked of sweat even though I didn’t feel stinky. I knew I needed a bath. I wished I could refuse to take a bath just so I could provoke him but I myself hated feeling filthy. So I showered as many times as I could in a day.

As soon as I walked back from the bathroom and into the room, I found a Moll bag seated directly on the dresser table. There’s a tag hanging down from a shirt inside, calling me. I advanced towards it and spread it open to find a red quality t-shirt inside with a black circular company logo drawn wide on the chest area. There’s a pair of faded jeans folded beneath it and a pair of blackish blue flats that looked exactly my size. There’s tags on every item, meaning it was just gotten from the store.

Did he buy me a dress?

I thought about it for a long while before deciding to ask Antoniette about it later after showering. I showered quickly and pulled on the jeans. My hips were very much wider than the rest of my body, my butt pushed out firmly making it hard for the jeans to fit properly around there so I ended up jumping severally as I tried to wear the pair. After getting changed, I walked over to the door and peered out. I couldn’t hear a single thing.

The place was awfully quiet and I had to restrain myself from calling out Antoniette.

Just then, the doors slid apart, freaking me out. What the hell just happened? I thought this door worked with a key card and passcodes. After much needed thinking, my heart hammering against my ribcage, I took a step out.

The hall was lonely and quiet and I wondered if Logan was somewhere in the house, watching me. I took light steps and hurried down the hall, looking behind me as I went.

I couldn’t find anyone. The mansion was glassy and white and as I stood at the stairs landing, I could see another staircase encasing this one, leading to another floor up front.

My eyes moved down to the floor where I spotted a mini living area.

His living room was sparse but beautiful, furnished with wood and leather. The alcoves and doorways were all arched, the walls stark white. Only a single piece of art hung on the wall, a red and blue Rothko above the sofa.

There’s a small glass table bearing a flower vase in the middle, white lounges surrounding it. There’s a large TV screen plastered on the wall up front, a kitchen you can see through to the west side, a narrow hallway leading to an exit door.

I gripped hard on the staircase as I watched the hallway. If I walked out that way, I could get outside. I’d use the elevator, no passcodes needed.

But then I stopped. Logan could be somewhere in this house, watching me. I needed him to believe I wasn’t going to run away.

Inhaling deeply and exhaling sharply, I took the long stairs and made my way down.