Alle Kapitel von Sold to the Mafia Boss : Kapitel 121 – Kapitel 130

Logan's P. O. V. I couldn't wait till I reached this fucking fire. Dani had said it was bad, that my workers were in danger too. I truly wished they were okay and most importantly that my goods were okay. It was easy to see the cause of the sudden audience surrounding my warehouse from afar as we approached. There's a blazing fire up in the sky, two fire extinguisher trucks seated around, their agents running around. " Stop now!" I screamed at my driver and he quickly came to a stop next to the sidewalk leading to the barb wire fencing the red brick building of my warehouse. I ran up there, meeting Astrid as I approached the large opening created on the barb wire fence. Astrid turns around Just in time to see me and quickly stops me with his hands. " Wow, boss you can't go in there! Everything's under control now. " I tried to see past him into the building. Some of my workers are already outside. Although the fire hasn't really spread to most part of the building, there's

I watched as Beverly rose from her seat and paced her tiny living room. You'd think she was avoiding my question but I knew better. She wouldn't be able to avoid it as long as I'm just a few feet away from her in this confined space. So I knew that she was probably looking for a way to give me a proportional answer to that question. So I remained still and waited. After a while of pacing, Beverly stops and looked at me. " Listen, Layla, I'm sorry that I didn't help you. What I did was wrong and me not helping somebody out when I had the ability to speaks very badly of me and you could've lost your life but. . . . . . I was really scared. I've heard so many things about Logan DeAngelo. I heard he's ruthless, wicked, super rich, a killer, a hot maniac and trust me he looked to be everything I ever heard about me. After meeting you I did feel this things inside me. I can't explain. " He may be a killer but I shrugged it off and thought 'that's what all mafias do'. I never thought

Logan's P. O. V. There were moments when I felt lost, where I was standing there looking into air but my soul was far away from my body. This was one of those moments. And I've only felt that way three times my whole life. First being the day my father had caught me in his office room where he created a boundary for us, even my mother, his own wife to never enter. I'd been playing hide and seek with Dylano. I'd ran in there knowing he would never find me because I always loved being victorious over our games. Then my father had arrived home at the wrong hour and caught me in his office. I would never forget how frozen I'd felt the moment his icy cold eyes caught me hiding behind his desk table. He had given me smack that night till my bum got red. The second time I'd felt this way was the day I found my uncle's dead body in the sewer. It had been a trigger, reminding me of the day my father had caught me in his office. How frightened I'd felt, how he had punished me and how lost

Layla's P. O. VI watched closely as the man in red shirt came to a stop, tucking a hand inside his pants pocket, his face turned to me as he stood across the street to me.He's laughing as he continues to speak to the person at the other end of his phone. I couldn't believe that I was looking at Emma. I'd seen Logan shoot him dead. I'd seen the blood and his body. This couldn't be him.I squint for a minute, trying to see if it was my imagination playing tricks on me but it was stil him.Suddenly, I felt nauseous and lightheaded and the ground felt deeper under my feet, causing me to lose my balance. I stumbled back, holding my forehead as my eyes spun.That was when I noticed that I'd caught the attention of the man in red top outside. Only this time he wasn't Emma anymore. I knew my mind was only playing tricks on me.He has a long face, dirty blond hair and arms that looked like they were going to rip through his shirt sleeves. He was tall and we'll built, his shirt sticking

I began to panic the very first minute after seeing the positive sign on the strip, then I started hyperventilating.I knew I should have bought more test strips. I pulled at my hair and scratched. " No no no no no......." I walked back out of the bathroom and paced the room " this can't be happening! "Tears easily ran down my cheeks. I couldn't be pregnant, not with Logan's child.Maybe some part of me was happy that I was carrying his child and the other bigger part bitter and scared about it. I wasn't with him anymore, we may never see each other any time soon. I couldn't do this on my own.This was just wrong! I cried as I pressed my back against the wall and slid down till I hit the floor. I hugged my legs to my chest and watched the test strip tossed away in the distance. I still saw the positive sign.None of this makes any sense. It's only been a few days since Logan had sex with me last, getting signs of pregnancy now was too early and nearly impossible. I couldn't be p