Sold to the mafia boss

Logan’s P. O. V.

The frown on my face seemed signatory as I walked towards the warehouse at the far back. I felt angry. I couldn’t believe Layla would still wanna escape. I thought she was getting used to here. It’s been three months and two fucking weeks. Most importantly, I didn’t know why I even bothered myself so much about her.

I lit a cigarette as I approached the house.

Dani is seated at his computer desk and he stands up the minute I walked in. Astrid is standing at the corner, a gun parched up in his two hands like he was testing it. A few number of my men stood around the room. Their heads turns to me as soon as I stepped in, like they’d been waiting for me.

“We’re waiting for your orders boss” Astrid spoke, his men nodding behind him.

I turned over to the ashtray on top of the table right next to the door and dumped the half burnt cigarette inside before walking over to Dani.

“Jamie Templeman has been spotted at a hotel in a remote city called Cranes, a couple of miles from here,” Dani explains before I could ask him “it appears he’s attending a small party with a small circle of friends tonight. And he’ll be leaving tomorrow night ”

I paused for a moment, leaned against the table and tried to decide what to do next. I needed to leave right now. This could be the only chance I get.

“Should I get the car ready Boss?” Astrid speaks again.

“Or we could leave him and get him some other time, ” Dani spoke “I still got the address we fetched out from our guy the other day”

“No” my voice comes off deep and venomous “we go to Cranes town now”

“Come on!” Astrid howls at his men and they rushed out. I watched as Dani reached down below his desk and retrieved his gun. I’d gifted him the G18 two months after he started working for me. He had picked me up from a meeting along with my driver that day. I could still remember the frightened look on his face when he looked into the bag and saw the gun inside.

“If you’re gonna be working for me, then you’re gonna be needing this to protect yourself” I’d said to him.

Dani was never a violent man. He was only the guy who cared about his computer, about tracking things. He wasn’t a fighter. Even though over the years I’d put him through shooting trainings, he has never had his first kill. And I hoped to keep it that way. Somehow, I cherished his sanity and would love to keep him away from this blood madness for as long as I can.

“You’re not coming, Dani” I told him, rising up.

He stops between lifting up the gun and putting it inside his back pocket to look at me.

“I’m leaving with many of my men tonight, ” I explained “I can’t leave Layla all by herself. I’ll need my most trusted men to look after her. And that is you, Dani”

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“You think I can’t protect you, Logan?”

“I know you can. I just don’t wanna lose you. I don’t want you in the front lines, Dani and I can’t promise to protect you when we get out there”

“This isn’t a war, Logan.” He stated firmly.

“But it is” I told him before giving him a small smile and walking out of the room.

I may be a monster but Dani wasn’t. And perhaps, Layla could feel more comfortable with him, will feel closer to her old self with him. Afterall, he seemed fund of her.

Sitting in the car that’s already opened for me, I settled down, only glancing up towards Layla’s room to find her looking down at me, her face bereft of any form of emotions.

Looking away, I sat in and let them drive us out of the compound. I pulled out the silver cufflinks I’d formed a habit of caressing and ran my fingers over them. Today, I’ll be making Jamie Templeman pay for his sins in blood.

Getting to the small city wasn’t hard. It felt like being in a less fancier New Orleans. The street is quiet and I sat back, letting Astrid navigate the first car towards the destination of this party house.

Our cars came in line next to a tall building standing right next to a tall church. Bright shimmering lights oozed out from every space in the building. Cars that could only be driven by the rich kinds of people littered around the place. I walked over to the door with Astrid who beckoned silently for his men to stand out. I pushed the doors slight to the boisterous swamp of people.

The room seemed more jam-packed with people than the noise all over the place. Astrid and I stepped in yet nobody seemed to notice us. Right that moment, I knew I’d been tricked into coming here by somebody. Somebody who knew about my great strive to have Jamie killed. Someone who knew me well.

My eyes carefully scanned the area till they fell on the right person.

Dylano.

My baby brother.

He smiles back at me, his eyes glistening with mischief while I glared back at him. Anger bubbled inside me as I watched him stand up from the table he’s seated at, in the company of some men. He finds his way towards me, me rooted on spot glaring at him.

“Brother” he said.

“What are you doing here?” I growled calmly at him. The type of growl that entails the angry side of you.

Dylano smiles and looked behind me to Astrid before diverting his attention back to me again and adding “I should be asking you what brought you all the way here, brother.”

I laughed at his pathetic display of unawareness.

“Oh spare me the pretense, Dylano. We both know you lured me out here. So you better go straight to the point”

“Jamie Templeman isn’t here if that’s what you were hoping” he stated.

“Oh be rest assured that’s very clear to me now” I shot back.

“We need to talk, Logan” he said, his eyes getting more serious now.