Sold to the mafia boss

Layla’s P. O. V.

I slowly rose from the edge of my bed when I thought I heard a sound coming from some place around the house, presumably from the backyard of the house. I walked closely to the door and pressed myself against it, listening for any sound of movement but it was all silence after that. Maybe the sound wasn’t from anywhere near.

It was getting dark outside and I was getting hungry. I haven’t seen any signs of Logan the whole day. I knew he was still in the house but was refusing to come see me. I started thinking about the possibilities that I might have offended him earlier but I couldn’t put my hand on it.

I felt disappointed in myself when I realized I was actually starting to like his company, by even merely thinking and wondering why I hadn’t seen him at all. This is what happens when all I get is his face every day.

I slightly tapped on the door and it slid open. I stepped out and walked down the stairs that I’d so mastered by now. I cornered the large sitting room that was already brightly lit and stepped into the wide kitchen, the silence foreboding.

There didn’t appear to be anybody in the house but somehow, I had an inclining feeling of being watched. I knew Logan was here somewhere, waiting for me to try to escape. He would kill me if I tried, I knew it.

My stomach grumbles again and I placed a hand over it, my other hand reaching for the cabinet above. I was met with a stacked cupboard filled with carton food of all sorts. I walked over to the massive fridge at the far end, it was filled with assorted foods. I noticed that all the drinks were in Plastic bottles.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Looking over my back to the open exit, I pulled the knife drawer open, the hair on my back rising.

Nothing.

Not a single knife in here. I sighed depressingly.

Logan wasn’t stupid, he’d take away anything that could help me escape. Not that a knife could do anything but it would help in some ways. I mean, I could stab him with a knife when he wasn’t looking.

God, now it’s murder, Layla?

I ended up frying some eggs and making spaghetti to go with it. I looked back severally, expecting to see Logan watching me but it never happened. I suspected that he was out of the house but couldn’t get rid of the eyes watching me.

I ate dinner at the end of the long dinning table before quietly taking the stairs up my room, constantly looking back, searching for doors that I hadn’t spotted before.

Not a single one.

I spent the rest of the night consumed in my own fears. The walls seemed to close in on me, suffocating me. As the night went dark, the silence broke into me. I was alone in the house. I tried to walk out, go anywhere but the doors wouldn’t open.

Somewhere, Logan was in this house controlling the doors and elevators. I knew the plan was to get on his good side and not make it seem like I actually still planned to escape but the night reminded me that I had nothing to lose.

If I escaped from here, I couldn’t go back to my parents. They will surely turn me in again and probably get killed in the process. I’d be putting Maddy in trouble if I went back to her too.

The thought of Emma crossed my mind. It was like he was standing right in front of my eyes.

Memories struck me like lightening. Memories I shared with him during our short relationship. Emma was always so nice and caring. I remembered the day he wanted us to have sex. He was my first boyfriend and he knew very well that I was still a virgin. I remember him telling me to take my time, that he wouldn’t force me. That he’d take things slow.

And now, I couldn’t kick the image of Logan trying to force himself on me out of my head. I spent the night watching the full darkness outside. After what felt like forever, I slept off.

I woke up with the light rays seeping through the window and casting over my face. I rolled over, forgetting how I actually ended up in bed. I couldn’t think much about it as I felt the pain surging through my head.

I groaned painfully and walked towards the door, the doors sliding open as soon as I reached it. Groaning angrily, I stepped out, my eyes scanning the narrow hallway ahead. I was subconsciously looking for Logan. He hadn’t come into my room last night till I slept off.

I couldn’t help wondering if he’d actually came in while I was asleep. I carried myself down the stairs and peered through the window. I touched the glass walls, visibly watching the quiet outside. I looked up the stairs, watching for any sign of movements but none. Just when I was about concluding that I was completely left alone in the house, I heard the door click open.

I stood frozen, my heart pumping rapidly as I waited for whoever was going to walk in from the foyer. I repeatedly told myself to find something to defend myself with but I was too shocked to move.

I saw a pair of big black boots step in, followed by another set. I glanced up to find Logan’s bodyguards, heavily armed, both bearing foreboding frowns on their faces as they stopped in front of me. Behind them walked in Beverly, alongside four other people who looked like her crew members. She had like before a big smile on her lips as her eyes caught mine and she stepped forward from behind the men.

” It’s nice to see you again, Mrs. DeAngelo, ” she spoke briefly ” we’re here to install your clothes ”

Behind her were large and tall boxes getting moved in by her crew members. As I watched them, the only thought that kept ringing through my head was ‘i have to escape’.