Sold to the mafia boss

Logan went on to tell me about how he’d met with his father before coming here, brushed over the things he’d said to me. He didn’t go into details but it was easy to put the pieces together. He hasn’t been with his family for years after his father threw him out. And now they want him back. So they could get a share from the fortune his uncle left to only him. It’s understandable why he hates family so much.

Somewhere in all that he’s telling me, I got to know that he actually had a younger brother that he never talks to. I could see the pain in his eyes as he spoke even though he tried to hide it as much as he could.

It was hard to eat the food I was just getting to eat for the first time and keep it in my stomach while feeling sorry for this man. I’d thought he was a monster, maybe he was, but somewhere inside, I knew he had a fragile spot, a very soft spot.

And he was showing me part of it tonight, something I had a feeling he rarely does. It’s insane and at the same time amazing. It felt good to know that behind all those hard hearted walls, there was still a humane spot inside him. That he had his own monsters and weaknesses. That he’s still human.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” The waitress startles me, her voice sweet as the peanut butter I shared with Maddy a couple of months ago, as she bats her eyelashes at Logan, but he just raises an eyebrow, that crooked grin on his face as he regards me.

“Got any room for desserts?”

I knew he was asking if I could take more food in my stomach after the ones I’ve eaten. I’m surprised I could eat all the amount of strange food I’ve eaten so far. I can’t help the smile that escaped my lips as he kept staring at me, waiting for an answer.

“We’ll get a tiramisu” he said to her.

I looked up from my eyelashes to find the waitress walking around towards the back. My eyes stops at the door she disappeared through. Then they travelled over to the number of customers eating around.

A voice inside my head told me to make a run for it, it was telling me that this was the key to my freedom. I thought about making some eye contacts with that waitress so she’d get what’s going on here but then I realized she wasn’t so pleased that I’m Logan’s date tonight and would probably turn me in as soon as she catches me trying to jump out her kitchen window.

“Are you alright?” I didn’t know what caused the goosebumps that spread across my skin. His voice or the touch of his hand against my forearm.

I snapped my head up to him, staging a smile and nodded my head “can I use the bathroom?” I asked him before I could decide against it.

I waited for him to disagree, to tell me he couldn’t let me out of his sight because who would let their hostages go to the bathroom alone without them trying to run away? but instead, he nodded, a sly smile on his lips as they smiled mischievously at me. He leans back into his chair and watched as I slowly rose up.

“Don’t take too long, love” he said.

I felt my legs shake visibly underneath me as I walked away, looking slightly behind me to find him watching me go. He smiles but I don’t return it. I looked forward and traced my steps towards the restroom. I didn’t need directions to find the room. Once I stepped into the rest room, I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

The restroom was empty. From the door, I saw my reflection on the long mirrors on the wall. The black eyeliners lining my eyes were now smearing down. I walked over to the mirror and grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Then I spent the next few seconds watching myself on the mirror, my heart pondering fiercely inside my chest, escaping thoughts running through my mind. This was suicidal. Logan would never forgive me if he found me trying to run.

I turned around and spotted a shiftable window that leads to the outside of the restaurant, probably the back side. I knew I couldn’t climb up there with my dress. I needed to tear it. I saw a draw table at the far corner and quickly hurried over to find any sharp object I could use. I rummaged through everything and couldn’t find a single thing. I hurried over to the window. It was higher than me, my head doesn’t even reach it. I can’t make that jump. But I’ve got to try.

I started pulling up my dress, looking back constantly.

The last time I looked back, I nearly froze. Logan was standing next to the door, like a serial killer watching it’s next victim. I thought my heart leaped from my chest. I felt cold instantly.

“Going somewhere my love?” He said, his footsteps getting closer.

I spun around, my body visibly shaking. “No” I could barely hear my own voice.

In one swift move, he was standing in front of me, pushing me into the wall with one hand holding my my throat.

“You’re trying to escape again aren’t you?!” He screamed into my face. But I couldn’t speak. He had his arm pressed against my throat. All I could feel was the hotness all over my face as my life slowly slipped away.

He leans in closer now and said more calmly “now listen, we are going to walk out that door and we are going home. If you cause a scene I would kill all those people out there and the blood would be on your fucking hands”

I tried to nod but it’s hard to do so. He lets go of my arm and I coughed out saliva. I took a minute to regain myself before lacing my hands with his arm and stepping out of the restroom. As soon as as we approached our table, the waitress appears from nowhere.

“Is everything alright? I brought the desserts and couldn’t find you” she spoke, her eyes wide probably from all the blood accumulated under the skin of my face from the choke I’d undergone in the restroom.

“My wife here hasn’t eaten Italian food before and it upset her stomach, ” Logan lied, removing his hand from mine to hold me from the back affectionately. “I won’t lie to you, I’m going to make love to her right now, it always makes her feel better”

The waitress chuckles, embarrassment embedding her voice.

“Do have a good night then” she said before Logan walked us out.