Sold to the mafia boss

Logan’s P. O. V.

I’d mastered the act of calmness. Over the years, I became good at faking it. When my mom barged into my office crying her eyes out, I’d stopped myself from reassuring her that I’d go to Italy even for her sake. Even though Dani had talked to me about it, I still didn’t know if I wanted to go. I’d be seeing a lot of my families that I’d last seen a couple of years ago. It’s going to be awkward.

My father planned this and I knew the ultimate reason why he wanted me there was for two reasons. One, to ask about me sharing his brother’s wealth with him. Two, to accuse me of killing him just to have everything to myself. He already made mention of it earlier.

As I rode the back seat of my car heading home, his words came back striking hard like an axe.

” you were her desperate attempt to keep me, and it worked. A kid means child support and alimony for life. I decided to stay and make it work, but I never forgave her.”

I was a reason for him to stay. Layla would never do that. I’d be happy if she had my baby, if she got pregnant for me.

Knowing Layla, she would probably wanna abort the baby and run away.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

A bolt pushed inside my stomach as the aching thought of Layla getting pregnant for me spread through my body, knotting in my groin. We haven’t even had sex yet. The thought of it gives me an instant hard on, turning me on faster than a naked woman ever did.

I had some scores to settle with my own mother. I knew she loved my father, a valid explanation for the reason why she’s stayed even after all the rumors of him sleeping with other women across town, and some she’d actually caught him doing. I tsked my teeth in annoyance, looking out into the misty air.

My mother was a weakling and somehow, it hurt me now that I was never around to protect her from our father’s emotional tortures. She deserved more, she deserved better.

‘Listen up, son, blood is blood, and soon you’ll realize you’re destined to make the same mistakes I did’.

I shut my eyes for a while so I could get rid of the voice in my head.

‘I’m surprised she’s a live-in, surprised you haven’t killed her since she apparently means something to you. So tell me, Love, money, or sex?’ yet his voice kept pushing.

Him saying that about Layla had spiked up some anger in me for a second there but I’d controlled it. News travelled fast. And now, as I tried to answer his question, I knew instantly. Love. I was keeping Layla for the past few months because. . . . . . . I was slowly beginning to love her.

I wanted to make love to her so badly that I was willing to wait until she wanted it and not force her. I didn’t wanna do it without her consent and that pretty much cancels the sex option. It wasn’t just sex that I wanted from her after all.

All my life I’ve been brought up to believe that love gives you nothing. It only wears you out then leave you empty, shallow and shattered. In pieces you could never put together. But when I’m with Layla, when I think about her, everything seemed so different.

I’ve had my fun with women back in the days. Lots and lots of women, I lost count of how many I’ve been in a sexual relationship with. But, that was it. No strings attached. It was like I was immune to feelings. When I see a woman all I see was a night of pleasure and sex. But now, everything’s changed. My perspective about women and sex.

Sex should be a special act of love and passion between two people who loved each other not a play thing to satisfy your undying desires with whenever you wanted.

I looked out the window again as we passed terraces of stores. I spotted a jewelry store up ahead, glistening in the distance.

” Make a stop at that store ” I said to my driver.

” Yes sir ” he replied, pulling up shortly after.

I stepped out and made my way towards the store. A fair, petite woman Is standing at the door, welcoming me in.

” Good evening, sir. Looking to buy a jewel for your loved one? ” She asked politely.

I gave her a rather silent smile before replying ” yes please. . . . . .”

” This way please. . . . .” She pointed ahead.

” Can I ask a question first? ” I cut her off and she nods ” what jewel do women like most? I’m sorry, I’m new to all these ” I chuckled sheepishly.

She smiles warmly and replied ” that’s fine sir. Women love beautiful bracelets sometimes. It’s small but means a lot when given by the right person ”

When given by the right person . . . . .

I nodded. ” I’ll need to see your finest and most expensive bracelets then ” I told her.

” Very well, please have a seat” she walked me to a white leather couch where I sat down. She starts bringing out a couple of bracelets. When I found the one hidden in her palm, I instantly knew it was the one. It’s not too tiny but glittering peach in color, embedded by crystal stones. Real crystal stones. It was beautiful, so beautiful, I couldn’t imagine my Layla wearing it.

I picked it and paid for it, got it package in a gift box and a gift bag before walking back out to my car, somehow feeling happy with myself.

I could be a monster for all I care, I’d already been painted as one long before I met Layla and I’m still surprised she never heard about this ruthless, heartless monster feared by all. She was simply too fragile for her own good.

But I am going to do what I want for her whether she likes and appreciates it or not. I’m a monster in her story, but I would do whatever it took to make her story different.