All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia Boss : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Logan's P. O. V. I stormed out angrily, lighting a cigarette as soon as I stepped into my room. I puffed out air, just in time for Dani to step out from the dark corners of the room." How is she? " He asks, causing me to scoff in irritation. He really cares about her, doesn't he?Turning around furiously, I said " you care about Layla so much, huh? what else? You wanna see her? "Dani's face remains unmoved. That bastard, always keeping a permanent posture, it's nearly impossible to know when he's upset or happy. I on the other hand was the complete opposite." I'm just worried about her, Logan " he replied." Yes, that you are! " I shut back irritatedly, taking another drag of the cigarette.Silence broke in and I turned away from him, puffing the air out of the cigarette. " I'm sorry, Logan." Dani said gently.I closed my eyes as his words seemed to hurt my ears. He didn't have anything to be sorry about. He was right to care about Layla. It was someth

I heard my heart beats and felt it pounding loudly inside my chest. I didn't think I heard what he said correctly. The time was too short and I was given very little to think of what he said till I felt his head digging back into my neck, leaving peppering kisses all over my neck. I closed my eyes, inhaling venom, exhaling hope. I felt like I was drowning even though I was standing in the middle of the room in the arms of this man. Logan pushed me back against the wall in one swift move, turning me around and pining my face against the wall, his strong hands guarding and holding me still. I swallowed the sour bile rising in my throat. Hatred, humiliation, excitement, dread, and hope swirled in my chest as I felt his hard groin pressed against my butt. I let out a soft moan when I felt his lips kissing my earlobe, then my neck. I found myself stretching my neck to give him access and for that moment I didn't know if I'd be able to forgive myself after this. My body hummed w

I made my way into the planet Diner. The place was quiet as usual, having just a few number of people. It was past 3 o'clock. I spotted my father as he stood out in the space. He waited in a corner booth. I studied the man whom I shared blood with. Money and laziness seemed to agree with him. His hair was highlighted by the Italian sun, and the deep tan that lined his face gave him a character he didn’t really have. He was a tall man, and wore his designer clothes well. Today he was clad in a Ralph Lauren red sweater, black pants, and leather loafers. His dark eyes held a slight sheen of alcohol-induced humor. Probably a cocktail before confronting his long lost son. As I slid into the booth, I noted the similarities in our faces and bone structure. I shuddered. What I dreaded most in life was sitting right across from him. The possibility of becoming my father. “ Logan, good to see you.” he spoke. " So what brings you down here and why in the world would you wann

I feel his eyes on me as we entered the restaurant, the bright light and Frank Sinatra's smooth voice in the background heightened my comfort in a matter of seconds. A waitress approaches us as we entered the room, her gaze filled with disbelief when she studies me, blatantly disapproving of my presence next to Logan. Even with all the glamour and expensive dress and make up, I still didn't belong to his world. I'd always remain the simple, timid Layla Quins no matter how much make up I wore. "You know why she's looking at you like that?" His whispered words travel down my spine, and I shiver the second his eyes meet mine, a playful but mischievous smirk dancing on his lips " it's because you look absolutely breathtaking tonight" I almost stumble over my own feet at his words when we reach our table but Logan still had his hand firmly tucked in mine, steadying me before helping me into the chair. "Thank you" I feel the heat in my cheeks before he takes the seat opposite to me.

Logan grabs me by the arm and Yanks me into the wall as soon as we stepped into the house. His hands dug into my arm painfully but nothing compared to the pain I felt with every beating movement my heart made. I knew I'd fucked up tonight and I anticipated what he was going to do to me. His whole expression screamed anger. As soon as I landed on the wall, a tear escaped my eyes and a low scream escaped my lips. I braced myself for a slap or anything but instead, I received his body, pressing against mine. "I leave you alone for one minute, Layla, one minute and you fucking ran off!" He screamed into my face. "I wasn't trying to run off!" I defend myself even though it seemed pointless. He had caught me in the act and yet I still lie. "You fucking liar!" He holds my chin, bruising it as he squeezed tight. "You're hurting me" I cried, barely able to move my lips. "You bitch!" He screamed "I thought I could trust you! But you just ruined everything for your damned freedom! And