Sold to the mafia boss

Logan’s P. O. V.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

” Take me straight home ” I ordered my driver as soon as I entered the back door. Nodding slightly, he shuts the door after me and sits back behind the wheel, driving off and into the streets.

I wouldn’t care about going home on other days but right now, I felt I needed to be at home right that minute. The thought of Layla had crossed my mind several times as I stood inside that house. I clenched my teeth, fixing my suit and noticing a blood stain on the faded blue color of my inner shirt, around my wrist. He’d been close enough to get his blood on me.

I looked away, trying to relax my clenched jaw. Images of Layla probably trying to escape now that I wasn’t in the house appeared in front of my eyes, causing me to smirk wickedly. She’d be a fool to try to escape. Like the last time, she was definitely going to make a run for it. Especially when she notices that she’s all alone. But I had eyes in every nook and crannies in the house.

The large Victorian gate encasing my house slid apart as my car drove in, stopping right in front of the house. The room I’d put her in was situated at the front side, that way I knew she could see me through the window now as I stepped out of the car. Or was she too distracted, trying to find an escape route?

When the doors slid open and I stepped in, my eyes were quick to catch sight of a lump of raven black head protruding up the white couch at the far side, in the living room. I didn’t know if the skip of my heartbeat was due to the fact that I knew it was Layla sitting there with her back turned to me or because I’d been thinking about her escaping for too long that it actually surprised me to see her seated there.

I closed in on her, taking light steps till I could see her left side view. She’s wearing a jean pants and jacket that Antoniette had brought in for her on my request earlier, her legs folded underneath her as she stared down at a plush magazine. My eyes did a quick move to the mini rack of magazines next to the fireplace before falling back on her again.

She turns around, her eyes catching mine for a long seconds before she panicked, shutting the magazine close and straightening out her legs.

” You, ” I spoke before she could say a word ” why aren’t you trying to escape? ”

I saw my question completely surprised her because she shifted uncomfortably. I waited for her to spew whatever she had to say but instead she smiled. A heart melting smile. I composed myself, forcing back my own smile and holding my chin up high intimidatingly.

” I know that I can’t escape even if I want to ” she replied, slowly standing up to her feet. I could see her body now. Yesterday she’d been wearing a fley gown, making it hard to actually see her body curves. But now that I was seeing her dressed up in jeans, I began to notice Everything. Her body is well built, tall and slim, only swelling in the right places. Her breasts were full, doing justice to the shirt she wore. Even though the shirt seemingly oversized her tiny upper body, her breasts holds up the chest area firmly. Her hips are wide, shooting out, it was almost unbelievable that they protruded out of that tiny body. I never digged girls with the gap thighs but she looked sexy as fuck with the slight gap between her semi thick thighs. Her dark hair is left in waves, cascading down her chest. The sight makes me groan inwardly.

Regaining my composure and not willing to give her the benefits of thinking that I was checking her out, I ran my eyes up to her gaze again, lingering. A twisted smile crosses my lips and I replied ” you don’t fool me, child ”

She looks down, as if speechless, her full eyelashes casting shadows down her face. It was hard not to notice the delicate details of her face. Her elfin face housed a slim nose which was pointed outward, rosy and succulent bottom heavy lips that looked like the bud of a rose flower, eyes that seemed too oval yet set back into deep sets, sloe and detailed.

” Can I get my phone back? ” She asks. Ignoring my admiration of her. I threw my head back and laughed.

” You seem to love reading, that should keep you company, ” I replied ” if you like I can have a shelf filled with all the books in the world for you to read ”

” I don’t wanna read, Logan! I want my phone ” I saw the venom in her voice as the anger slowly emanated through her eyes. I knew she’d just been putting on a show, trying to look like she wasn’t going to run off, that she was okay being here. But I knew better.

Taking giant steps towards her, she reluctantly steps back before I caught up with her. I bent my head down a few inches to reach her face. She tries to look away but I knew she was too stubborn to accept that she was dying to look away. She couldn’t keep eye contact with me, yet she stubbornly looked back.

” I think I like it when you call me by my name ” I said honestly into her lips, feeling the vein on my neck pop out. I wanted to grab and yank her against the wall and take everything from her. I wanted to take her right there and then but I knew she was going to fight me. The image of her body spread out across my bed, crying crosses my mind and I knew if I didn’t step back, she was going to regret it.

But then she looked down, away from my eyes. I watched her jawline which barely showed below her falling hair, my hands itching to go over and pull them back behind her ear.

What was wrong with me?