Sold to the mafia boss

” this way ” one of Logan’s bodyguards said as he walked towards the elevator.

” Go on” Beverly said to her crew and together, they gathered up everything they brought in with them and into the elevator. I watched the elevators slide close, leaving me, Beverly and the two bodyguards in the room.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Turning a fake smile to Beverly, I stretched a hand towards the stairs ” shall we? ” I asked her, earning a big smile from her.

She nods and follows behind me up the stairs, the two giants right behind us. My hands trembled and itched as I thought of a way to escape. I looked into Beverly’s eyes as we got into my room and couldn’t quite understand why she never told Logan on me about what I said to her the other day. And now she shows up, pretending like nothing like that happened and instead just smiling like the first time we’d met.

” Alright, ” she announced with a hand clap ” let’s get the dresses and shoes and everything organized. Oh bring the shoe boxes first” she points to one of her workers. She was a young, teenage looking girl who ran over with a peach shoe box.

Beverly helps me sit on the circular furry seat in the center of my walk-in closet. The bodyguards waited outside.

I looked out to try to see the bodyguards as Beverly knelt down. They weren’t looking here. Grabbing hold of the fur underneath my palms, I watched Beverly carefully slide a beautiful nude stiletto shoe under my feet. I felt the hair rise at the back of my neck, sweat forming on my temple. I licked my lips, trying feverishly to find something to talk about just to hint her about what was really happening here. I was curious about why she hadn’t reported me to Logan as she should have done yesterday but that wasn’t gonna stop me from trying to escape when I get the opportunity.

Clearing my throat, I said ” you must be scared of all these men standing over us, carrying guns ”

Beverly doesn’t look up at me, I just heard her chuckle and replied casually ” it doesn’t bother me, Mrs DeAngelo. . ….”

” Layla” I corrected her.

” Um, Layla, ” she said awkwardly, setting my feet down to look at me while taking the other shoe from her worker ” they don’t bother me. It’s actually romantic. It’s really sweet that Mr Logan hires people to protect you when he’s not around. If this isn’t romantic I don’t know what is ”

I mentally glared at her. What was wrong with this woman? Was she that desperate for a love life that she doesn’t really see what’s wrong here? Who hires bodyguards for the person they love except to keep them captivated?

” You don’t seem to know Logan very well ” I said, smiling down at her.

” Not exactly. Like I told you before, he’d randomly called us. I’m so thrilled to be working with him.” she smiled, setting down my other leg ” now this looks fabulous on you! ”

She quickly takes them off and turns around to face her crew, snapping her fingers ” alright! Let’s get started! ”

As soon as she said this, the rest of her members standing back at the bedroom pushed the boxes in.

Beverly instructed them on where to place every item and I just sat down there, trying to formulate a plan to escape from here. I constantly looked out to find the men still watching me. I thought about screaming at Beverly and obviously letting her know that I’d been kidnapped but Logan’s words sank into my head as soon as it occured to me. He was going to have her and everyone else In this room killed. I couldn’t let them die.

If I escaped on my own, I’d never be able to get past the doors and I doubt these glass walls breaks easily. It probably didn’t. Logan should already know that five steps ahead.

Beverly had mentioned something that told me Logan wasn’t in the house right now and I had a feeling he has been gone for a while now.

I told myself right there and then that escaping right now was a suicidal plan. I should rather take my time to know every corners and doors in this room, search for any security cameras, find a valid exit and plot an escape plan while he’s away. I realized I was gonna have to continue with the first plan: stay on his good side and convince him I wasn’t going to run away anymore.

” What do you think, Layla? ” Beverly asked as she stepped back beside me, her hands glided openly towards the clothes they’d arranged into the once empty space in my closet.

The shoe shelf was filled up to the top, I would lose count if I wanted to count them. Clothes racks were filled with gowns of different designs, colors and styles. I’d never wore anything like everything in here all my life and as I watched everything, I found my heart beating painfully, tears tucking at the sides of my eyes, blurring my vision as I watched everything in front of me.

On the tall wardrobe were gowns too. Blazers and jackets hung over every space available. Bags sat on the shelves. The fur table in the center of the room was decorated with numerous number of glittering jewelries ranging from expensive looking necklaces of different kinds and stones, wrist watches, bracelets, earrings and hair pins.

Suddenly, I felt really small in the once big room. The table had now been staked with perfumes, colognes and countless body provisions that I’d never seen before.

” It’s beautiful ” I replied honestly. I felt the breath I’ve been holding escape my throat.

” I’m really glad you like it. We’ll see ourselves out then ” she replied, releasing her tangled hands to tilt her glasses up her tiny nose ” it was really nice working with you ma’am ”

I nodded and followed them out. As soon as we stopped next to the elevator, I spoke ” why don’t you wait for tea? ”

(Song for the scene: Rescue by Lauren Daigle.)

” The boss wants her gone as soon as her job is done ” one of the bodyguards said, his voice thick and intimidating, the kind that said he wasn’t playing around with you.

” It’s really fine, Layla, thanks for offering.” Beverly said, howling her friends into the elevator. I gave her a last smile before watching them disappear out of my sight.

I felt my chest tighten as the loneliness swept in like a hurricane. I clung to my chest as I slid down the wall, tears spilling out my eyes and I gasped desperately for air as my muffled cries broke through. I didn’t know why I felt how I felt right now but I felt deeply sad. I felt the pain on my chest, the pain increasing each time I tried to breathe.

After crying for what felt like forever, my shoulders heaving heavily, I picked myself up and ran into the bathroom, watching myself cry on the mirror. Over again.

I looked miserable.