Sold to the mafia boss

Logan’s P. O. V.

I hadn’t waited for any more of the bullshit my family had to say about my unruly fight with my brother before I stormed out last night. Fighting him was never a plan but measures deserved to be taken accordingly when asked for. I know fighting was hopeless and childish but I hoped my father was satisfied with the circus of a show he put on last night. Because I did, every last bit of it.

I barely slept at night. Every conversation kept replaying in my head. Then the image of my mother weeping at the table as I stormed out, Graziella’s voice calling after me but I didn’t stop. I still woke up with the same anger. I didn’t have anything else to do here at Italy and I planned to be out as soon as possible.

I ordered for some gym wears which was delivered to my room in an instance. What better way to get rid of bad energy than hitting the gym in an early morning. I took the elevator to the wide gymnasium in the hotel. I popped a gum into my mouth and carried a few weight. After what felt like hours when it’s just been a few minutes, I grabbed some punching gloves and took an empty sack. It was still very early in the morning so there’s just a countable number of men at the gym.

I punched the bag, my pace and strength intensifying by the minute as I kept thinking about Dylano’s pitiful face. I wanted so bad to have a repeat of what happened last night. I wanted to punch his face till it wears off his skull.

By the time I stopped punching the bag, I was sweating profusely. That’s when I heard my phone ringing from the spectators bench set aside. I walked over to grab it, Graziella’s name appearing on the screen. My head pulsed as the memory of me walking out on her last night replayed for me. I knew she wasn’t mad at me in whatever ways but I also know she deserved some explanation, mostly reassurance that I was okay.

Putting the phone over my ear, I picked it ” Graziella ”

” Hey Logan, are you up yet? ”

” Yeah ” I replied as I sat on the bench .

“I’m glad to hear that. How are you? You okay? ”

I chuckled enough for her to hear “I’m fine Grazie. Did you leave yet?”

“I stayed at a hotel last night, couldn’t go back in there after you left. Last night was mad, Papi”

” Yeah… I’m sorry you had to watch me fight like that ”

“No I’m sorry that you had to go through all that. Dylano deserved the punches in all honesty”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I laughed at her words before the silence broke in.

“Listen, Logan….. I hate everything that’s happened to you, I really do. And I sometimes wish things were a bit different. I want you to be happy, really happy”

“I am happy, Grazie”

“You lie, bastard. You don’t let yourself be happy, Logan, I’ve known you that long to know you. You’re not living enough. I want you to live a perfect life, perfect than any of us, perfect than your parents’, perfect than your uncles’. See the world Logan, more than you already have, find a woman, fall in love and love! And be happy. Because in the end, love keeps us going. It’s the only thing worth living and fighting for. It’s not always family or friends. It can be some strange person you meet along your busy life and connect so well with ”

Layla. She was all I thought about. I’d met Layla at a certain stage of my life. She’d been thrown at me when I least expected to ever meet someone like her. I learned to like her and soon I grew very fond of her that my heart started racing after her each time I thought about her. Like right now.

“Thank you, Graziella. I think I found that woman already. ”

“Then what the hell are you still doing in Italy? I wish I could ask us to meet right now and catch up more Logan but I’ve been far too upset last night and already booked my plane back to Paris and I want you to leave all this behind as soon as possible too, Logan. Go be happy and someday, we will meet again”

I didn’t know why this sounded like a goodbye from her. Even though it was goodbye, it still hurt more than anyone she’s ever said to me before. I listened to the disconnecting beep from my end like it said some messages. I sat for a while, contemplating on what to do. As I walked out of the gymnasium, I thought about the perfect gift to bring for Layla, something she’d love. She appreciated art a lot, much to my very satisfaction. I knew exactly where to go.

After showering in the lukewarm morning water, I dressed up in a fine burgundy suits and headed out. I asked to be driven to the popular Erik Bonjour glass plants. It was the fanciest place to pick up the legendary glass plants. I knew flowers had a great spot in women’s heart. Imagine getting a single rose magically encased in a glass house, showered with snowdrops. I knew she was going to love it. The mere thought of seeing her smile causes me to smile as I pointed at the rose glass on the display table.

The glass is in a shape of a U-shaped cup turned upside down with a glass lid covering it below. A single red rose flower stood in air, held in place by some invisible forces, a bright lighting on the inside, casting brilliant bright lights over the little rose flower along with a few drops of snow dancing around it. It was beautiful and perfect.