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" Logan DeAngelo is a feared, ruthless and notorious mafia boss who most of the time ranked first among the most popular and richest Mafia bosses in the entire world. And he was the very first when narrowed down to Italy....... " I sighed again, trying to give Maddy a hint that I didn't care about her lame mafia story. Seriously, she has got to stop doing this. "....... Owning powers over his family's companies and numerous power plants wasn't enough. He wanted more and everything he could lay his hands on. He's rumored to be known as the second coming of the devil himself because of his cruel ways of dealing with people below him...... " " Ah, Maddy? " I called, hoping to catch her attention this time. The last thing I wanted was actually spending the rest of my two hours of shift listening to her lame mafia story. Maddy's eyes crosses mine, a sheepish grin crossing her lips this time before she slowly shifted on the bar stool she sat on across the bar table from me.

Layla's P.O.V My body felt weak, my head spun as I tried to hold my eyes open. It's not been working. I needed to open my eyes at once. Strangely, I remembered the events of last night. The bed under me felt soft against my bare skin. I felt the distance of the bed with my hand which I'm suddenly able to move after what felt like forever of being awake on this bed, numb. Nothing. There was nothing next to me. I finally opened my eyes but the whiteness of the bed and the ceiling blinded my eyes so I shut them again. After a few minutes of trying to regain my strength, I opened my eyes again, this time squinting them to adjust to the room's brightness before slowly pulling my body into a sitting position. I looked around me and discovered that I was inside a wide room. Everywhere was white. From the doors to the ceiling to the walls. The floor is translucent, a couple of lanterns standing afar, reflecting golden lights in the room. I didn't see anyon

I remained inside the bathtub, naked, my body numb and my eyes fixed straight up as she scrubbed my body. For the first time in my entire life, I actually appreciated this hot water. It was a form of comfort for me and I didn't want it to end. After scrubbing every inch of my body and watering me clean, she walks back out and comes back in with another cup and a pill. " You have to take this to get rid of the Anaesthetic " she said, putting the pills in my tongue and putting the glass of water against my lips and sliding her other hand behind my head and tilting it a bit so I could swallow it. And I did, gulping in down with urgency. Yes, I needed my strength if I was going to fight him and escape this madness. Soon after, she helps me out of the water and handed me a towel which I covered myself with. She walks me out and into a walk-in closet. The room is wide, almost looking wider than the main bedroom itself. But it was completely empty save for a few empty clothe

Layla's P. O. V. When the woman had walked me into this room, I'd wondered how he'd react when he saw me looking different from the woman he had kidnapped yesterday - I couldn't recognize myself when I looked into the mirror after my make up was done. But I was met with a large, circular room with complete glass walls, not a single window, a large bed situated in the center of the room and a single circular table at the other side of the glass wall, with a black clothing and all sorts of food you could think about seated on it. I stopped to look for a while before I heard the door slam behind me and the woman was gone, leaving me alone in the room. I couldn't find a single thing to watch to keep my mind busy. The night was slowly getting darker but the room was brightly lit, it was impossible to think it was completely dark outside. I walked over to the table and sat down, wondering if I'm supposed to eat. I didn't want to eat but my body said otherwise. I

I woke up feeling the entire bones in my body at some physical war. I felt overwhelmed and my eyes burned from all the crying. I picked myself up from the floor and found the same woman from yesterday standing near the bed, a tray in her hands as she watched me. I'd probably have screamed my head off if I had woken up to find him watching me instead. I rose up and walked towards the bed. "You're up," she said as she set the tray next to me on the bed. There's a bowl of water on it, a white towel draping down from the tip, and a cone of plaster with a bag of cotton wool. That was when I realized that I'd bruised my body from fighting Logan last night. Surprisingly, I remembered his name now. I guess the slap he gave me last night did me a number. The thought of myself actually trying to joke about that in this situation causes me to smile. " Something amuses you, Layla? " She asks as she tilts my face up to dap the bruises with a wool. " No, " I replied, wincing at the touch o