Sold to the mafia boss

As the jet lowered into my compound, preparing to stop, my phone beeped and I retrieved it from my side pocket, placed it firmly against my ear and waited for the caller to speak.

” She attempted escape just now sir ” one of my security men said into the phone. My hand gripped the phone tight. I disconnected the call, my eyes turning wild.

” Fuck ” I cursed under my breath as the jet came to a stop. I sat still, looking out through the open exit and directly towards the house. Anger courses through my blood streams.

How could she still try to escape? I thought she was used to me. I thought she was used to living here by now. I had so much faith in her, had so much trust and plans for her. And now she’s ruined everything.

I undid my tie slightly around my neck and jumped off the jet. I made my way into the house. I spotted Antoniette standing inside the house, watching me through the walls as I walked in.

My head snapped towards the stairs.

” Please, take it easy on her ” Antoniette pleaded but I don’t pay attention to whatever she’s saying. Layla had crossed me one more time and this was the end of the road for her. She needed to know the things she can and cannot do to me.

” Your work is done here, Antoniette, you may take your leave ” I said as I started taking the stairs, only stopping when I didn’t hear her movements to add ” now ”

I heard the sound of the door as I disappeared through the stairs. Layla’s doors slid open and I stepped in.

Layla is perched up against the wall opposite to the door, her legs hugged tightly by her arms against her chest as she moulded up on the floor. Her body is shaking and her eyes are year streaked and slightly swollen. None of it fazed me. Not even the pitiful fear- streaked look on her face when she saw me walk in, hurriedly rising up to her feet, her back and palms plastered on the walls for some kind of protection.

” I’m sorry ” she blurted out, crying profusely now.

I reached for my tie and pulled it away, peeling off my suit and dropping it to the floor. I took light steps towards her.

“I did everything for you Layla” I began as I advanced towards her “I gave you simple rules to follow. They weren’t even hard to begin with. Even a ten year old could follow them but you….. you chose to break my rules”

“I didn’t mean to….. I’m sorry” she cried and I’d be damned if those tears didn’t stir a kind of pity in me but she needed to learn that there were things she could and couldn’t do.

“You’re sorry? I trusted you Layla! I thought you were finally getting used to me, to all of this, to us! But it was pretense all along, isn’t it?”NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Layla’s P. O. V.

I shook my head vigorously to the things he said, even though every bit of it was true. I did trust him but my thirst for escape has thrown that away, preventing him from seeing that now. I’d abused his trust for me and he wasn’t going to stop. Slowly, I’d brought back that beast once lurking inside him to torment me again.

Logan closes the distance between us in a single strand, holding my face with his strong hand and pushing me straight against the wall. His hand crushed my jaw but the pain couldn’t compare to the pain I felt in my heart. My head throbbed and hurt in different ways imaginable.

“You dare try to escape from me?!” He screamed into my face.

I winced in pain, tears falling more freely now. With my free hand, I clawed at his hand to break off my jaw but instead he holds my neck and hits my head back against the wall, choking the air out of my lungs. I felt the stinging pain as his hand crushed a jugular.

I felt the heat rush to my face, my face probably as red as blood itself as I struggled to breathe. Then just as the air was about to be knocked entirely out of my body, he pulls away and holds a bunch of my hair, yanking me towards the bathroom.

I wailed in pain to be let free but all I heard were my cries and his angry mutterings. I wanted this to end.

Logan throws me on the tiled bathroom floor and stood aside, watching me. I managed to look him through my scattered hair. I saw the hate in his eyes and I knew there was no running away from him this time. He was going to kill me.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, Layla,” he breathed hard ” and when I’m done with you, you’ll never, EVER, cross me again ”

He starts advancing towards me. ” Please! I’m sorry…. I’m…”

He knocked my words off as he picked me up by my neck. He pushed me hard against the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. I tried to breathe but couldn’t.

He grabbed the shower extension from it’s hand and for a moment I thought he was going to strangle me with it but instead, he turned on the water and rained it on me. Logan’s forearm held me firmly against the wall, pressing hard on my chest like a brick shattering my chest into pieces. As the water kept flowing over my face, I couldn’t breathe. And just like that, I felt the life oozing from my body. Slowly. Painfully.

At some point I’d struggle greatly, then I’d accept it as it came, tired of breathing in water.

Then his screams became distant and incoherent as I drifted away, darkness clouding my senses.