Sold to the mafia boss

As his back disappeared completely through the glass walls, I turned away to see Beverly rummaging through her bag.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

” Alright….” She said ” let’s get started on your ideal type of clothes ”

she sits down on the closest lounge chair. Logan went out of his way to get me someone who would bring clothes to me. How long did he intend to keep me locked up here?

I took the sit on my dresser chair and faced her, my eyes glancing at the door every now and then.

She points a chart book to me, showing the different types of clothes drawn and sketched on the white paper. Clothes ranging from the different kinds and colors of gowns, tops, jeans, blazers and jackets, shoes and bags.

I couldn’t bring myself to know what I wanted to pick. All my life all I’ve worn were faded and old jeans with sneakers or my old flats that I’d refused to outgrow since getting it at the age of fifteen. I was always dressed in t-shirts and sometimes overalls to school. I hardly wear gowns and when I did, it was once in a millennium.

Now I have to choose all these dresses, all these shoes that would hurt my feet at the end of the day.

” Are you a regular employee of his? ” I asked her as I started ticking dresses with the black fountain pen she provided me.

” Not really, ” she replied ” he had called my office yesterday in request for a fashion assistant. We set up a meeting where he told me he needed some clothes for his new bride. That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen a man do for a woman! ”

I mentally scuffed. Romance? Please.

I had so many things I wanted to say to her. We were alone and none of Logan’s guards were anywhere near. But somehow I wanted to be careful because I didn’t want this woman dying on my watch.

It’s barely forty minutes since her arrival and I already liked her company. She was a talker and maybe that’s what I liked about her. She was fun to have around no doubt and even though she may be being all friendly because of the amount of money she was going to walk out with for her service, I still enjoyed that she’d pretended to like me just for the while.

but again, she didn’t know him. Didn’t know who he was. She probably had no idea he was a Mafia. She had no clue he had me here against my will. I opened my mouth to tell her that I wasn’t his wife and that I’ve been kidnapped and made to pretend that everything was okay but my lips hanged open. I couldn’t bring myself to say it. What if he found out and hurt her, killed her? I couldn’t do that to her.

Covering up my thoughts with a small smile, somehow hoping she’d see past the smile and see the hurt in my eyes, I said ” I like all the dresses here but I’d have to make a couple of choices right? ”

” What? You can have them all. Your husband has told me to get you whatever you want. He’d said and I quote ‘if she wants your whole fucking boutique, bring it down for her’. ” She giggled excitedly, pink creeping onto her cheeks ” I’d thought he was just overdoing it until I saw him yesterday and until I drove into this compound. You are one lucky woman, Mrs DeAngelo ”

For a moment there I thought she exaggerated about him but then again I discarded the thought. She was obviously older than me, looking in her mid twenties but Perhaps she has always fantasized finding a man like Logan. But she didn’t know there was more to all these gloss he puts on.

We spent the next few minutes choosing the types of jeans and gowns that I wanted, including some underwear. She had strictly asked me to leave the underwear to her and I’d obliged uninterestedly. Then we went over colors of fabrics and she concluded at the end that I have a sharp sense of fashion. I beamed with a smile.

” Your dresses will be ready and shipped here tomorrow evening ” she said, rising to her feet.

” We haven’t talked about some things I need….” I stalled for time ” some shampoos and creams ”

” Oh! Very well. That isn’t my job but I don’t mind adding it to my work list ” she smiled sweetly, sitting back down.

I breathed in deeply, bracing myself for what I’m about to tell her. Do I whisper into her ear telling her how I’ve been kidnapped and in need of her help to escape? She was going to return tomorrow with her team probably, to get my clothes in place. If I told her now then I’m sure she’d be able to find some way to help me by tomorrow.

” I need your help ” I said gently to her. She looks up at me, confused at first but then smiles widely afterwards.

” Of course, anything. “She responded.

” I need to get out of here, ” I whispered gently ” you have to help me get out ”

I watched as the stress on her face to understand me unraveled into a long smile and she said ” I would ask your husband about that some other time. right now, I need to get going ”

I watched, surprised as she grabbed her handbag and yanked it over her arm, nodding slightly as she hurried towards the door. The doors automatically slid apart and she hurried out. I sat there watching her back disappear out of my sight, wondering what the hell just happened.

I gulped hard, realizing what I’d just done. Beverly wasn’t a complete stranger, she knew Logan quite well. She didn’t think there was something wrong about me asking to get out of here and now, she’s going to tell Logan about my plans to escape. She isn’t the one who’s gonna get killed for what I said, it was me who’s gonna get killed.

Because she was never a stranger here.