When The Orphan Meets The Mafia Lord

Layla's POV

"You're late," my boss yelled as soon as I walked into the locker room. All eyes were drawn to me, causing me to look down in shame.

"I apologize, I" When my boss told us to hurry and get to our assigned stations, I was cut off. He stormed out of the locker room, muttering to himself. When I looked around, everyone was scurrying around, unsure whether they should put on their uniforms or rush to their stations. I awoke from my trance and quickly changed into my uniform.

I hurried to the front of the restaurant where I work to begin taking orders. I've been busy taking orders and serving customers. I was returning to the kitchen halfway through my shift when I felt someone grab my back.

I turned around and smacked the perpetrator across the face. He rose to his feet immediately, an intimidating expression on his wrinkled old face. I looked over to the other side of the table and saw that he was dining with a lovely young lady who seemed unconcerned about what was going on.

My boss apologized for my behavior before anything else could happen. He even invited them to eat at his house. The guy had a disgusting scowl on his face, his eyes shooting daggers at me.

"I'll explain. He was"

"I'm not interested in your explanation. You assaulted a customer and did not even bother to apologize. You've been fired!" I stared at my boss, who had accused me of being incorrect. The guy who had assaulted me smirked triumphantly at me.

"But he was the one who groped my back," I grumbled, feeling as if the entire world was against me.

"What do you think? I apologize... I apologize for not allowing you to touch me with your old, wrinkly hand "I spit at the filthy old man.

When I turned around, I didn't notice that everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch the scene unfold in front of them. Embarrassed by the attention, I kept my head down and went to the back to retrieve my belongings. I sighed and exited through the back door after looking around the empty changing room.

I let the frustrated tears flow as I stood outside in the alley. I was now unemployed and would most likely be homeless soon because I couldn't pay my rent. The universe seemed to enjoy seeing me like this.

My father abandoned me first, and then my mother died, leaving me alone. I'm not sure if I have any other relatives because I only knew my mother, who never mentioned her family. I felt completely alone at this point. Working at the restaurant with my best friend, Avery, brightened my day. She wasn't at work today, which made things even more difficult. At the very least, she would be there to console me.

This was my only source of income, and the little money I made barely covered all of my expenses. When my mother became ill, I had to drop out of high school so that I could work to pay off her medical bills because we didn't have insurance.

As soon as I stepped inside the bar, I went straight for the restroom because I was drenched. Because no one else was in the restroom, I removed my shirt, wrung out as much water as I could, and then replaced it. I noticed a hand dryer on the wall next to the sink and decided to crouch beneath it to get as dry as possible.

I wasn't completely dry after ten minutes, but I wasn't that wet either, so I wasn't complaining.

I left the restroom and went straight to the bar, where I ordered six Kamikaze shots. The bartender gave me a puzzled look but still served it. I finished all six shots in under a minute.

"Whoa, slow down there," I hear someone to my right say. I turned to the side and saw the most stunning man I'd ever seen. He had silky hair, sapphire eyes, a straight nose, and a full rose mouth. He was dressed in a suit with a dangerous aura around him.

I'm not sure how long I stared at him. I heard him clear his throat before his mouth tightened into a smirk. I quickly averted my gaze, blushing furiously. I'd been caught eyeing a complete stranger. I dared to look at him again, only to find him already staring at me, and I quickly averted my gaze.

"Umm... III," I stutteringly said. He chuckled, which made my face even hotter.

"It's fine. People constantly give me that look "He cockily smirked. I rolled my eyes and ordered a drink for him.

"What is a beautiful girl like you doing drinking alone?" He inquired, his brow furrowed. I'm not sure if the drinks affected me, but I began telling him about what had happened earlier. He sat quietly and attentively as I rant about my sad, pathetic life.

I burst into tears after my rant. I reasoned that my behavior was probably due to the drinks. As he stared at me with wide eyes, he appeared panicked and uneasy. He appeared to be at a loss for what to do next. It's not every day that you run into an emotional lady in a bar.

I quickly wiped away my tears, putting him out of his misery, and he sighed. I laughed when I remembered his expression when he saw me cry. It was hilarious, and I had forgotten why I was crying in the first place.

Weird. The shots are most likely effective.

I sat there laughing my head off as he gave me a strange look. He looks silly when he scrunches his nose like that. This made me laugh even more than usual. 'Oh my god, I think I'm drunk,' I thought.

"You think?" he inquired, his brow furrowed.

'Did I just say that aloud?' I wondered.

"Yes, you did," he said with a chuckle.

'OMG! He has the ability to read my mind!' I thought to myself once more. He gave me a funny look before bursting out laughing.

Before he could finish his sentence, a man whispered something to him. He stood up abruptly and walked out of the bar, his face solemn. I frowned at his back as he walked away without acknowledging me.

I paid my bill and rose from my seat. I was disappointed that he didn't even say goodbye. As I stumbled to the door, I tried to collect myself and shake off the drink.

I looked around, unsure where to go, and decided to take the road. I tripped over my two feet and fell to the ground as I started walking. Because no one was around, I just lay there and laughed like a lunatic.

After a minute of struggling to stand properly, I was able to get back on my feet. I resumed my walk, this time trying to stay upright. After what felt like an hour but was actually only a minute, I heard grunts from an alley a few steps ahead of me.

I'm not sure if it was because I was drunk or stupid, but I thought it would be a great idea to sneak a peek at what was going on. This happens all the time in movies. How difficult could it be?

I leaned against the wall and smiled evilly. I began sliding against the wall, almost to the edge. I took a deep breath and pushed my head past the edge to see what was around the corner.

Three men stood over a man on his knees pleading for his life. The man was badly injured and covered in crimson liquid. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and his mouth was busted. I'm not sure what I was expecting to see, but it wasn't that.

When one of the guys standing there pulled out a gun, all of the heads snapped in my direction. They were all staring at me, who was standing just a few feet away in full view; I'm not even sure when I came out from behind the wall.

One of the men standing there stood out to me. It was the same as in the bar. Before he began walking toward me, that lovely face gave me a stern look.

I stood there like an idiot for a second before convincing my legs to move. I took off running as fast as my legs could carry me. I heard footsteps and curses behind me. I dared to look over my shoulder and panicked when I saw how close he was.

As I refocused my attention to the front, I collided with a brick wall and fell on my back. 'What was the point of having a wall in the middle of the sidewalk?' As I rubbed my brow, I reflected. A pair of hands grabbed me from behind and yanked me to my feet. I began to panic when I realized he had cornered me.

As he held me against him, I began hitting and thrashing wildly in his arms. When a cloth was placed over my nose, I screamed and shouted for help.

I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could, but the hand never moved. I couldn't take it any longer and inhaled whatever was on the cloth. My eyes started to close slowly on their own before I passed out.

Layla's POV

I woke up on the ground in a dark empty room with a pounding headache. I started panicking as I scrambled to my feet scanning the room for a way out, my headache long forgotten. I saw light coming from under the door and quickly stumbled over to it. Looking for a way to open the door, I gave up when I realize that it can only be opened from the outside.

Running my hand through my brown hair that stopped at my waist, I continue to look around, not ready to give up hope just yet. Walking around the room for a few minutes, I realize that the door was the only exit, since there were no windows.

I was about to sit on the ground when the door suddenly opened. I quickly scrambled away until I was pressed up on the wall. I heard a grunt as the man walked over to me and grabbed me roughly by the hand. I began fighting against his strong hold, trying desperately to escape.

Then an idea popped into my mind. I stood completely still in his hands and as he was about to put a cloth over my head, I kicked him as hard as I could where the sun doesn't shine. He quickly let go of me to cup his prized jewels.

Smiling evilly I made quick work of getting out of the room. Oh my god. I did not think that was going to work. As I step out the room I look to my right and then left to make sure the coast was clear. Which way should I go? I did not plan this far ahead.

I turned down the right hallway and was met with stairs at the end. I quickly and quietly made my way down, stopping at the last one. I heard voices around the corner and started panicking. What do I do now? Calm down Layla, you can do this. I peeked around the corner to see who was there, and saw four men. Ok so I was not going to escape that way.

'That bitch' I heard someone shout from upstairs. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck ,fuck, fuck. I kept cursing under my breath.

"You" I heard from the top of the stairs. I dare to a look up there and the man that I had kicked in the balls was glaring angrily down at me. If he was a cartoon character, smoke would definitely be coming out of his ears.

As he started making his way towards me, I quickly backed away and was about to run around the corner when I felt something blocking my way. Turning around, I was met with anger blue eyes. He grabbed me by the arm and began dragging me along. The other man had caught up to us now and was walking alongside us, all the time glaring daggers at me

"How hard is it to take one girl to me?" he snapped at the man beside me. His grip tighten around my arm the angrier he got. Gone was the man that I had met at the bar.

"She might have, probably, it's not like it happened or anything, but there is a possibility that she kicked me in the balls" He rambled on clearly embarrassed that I got away so easily, but even more embarrassed of how I managed to get away.

"So, she kicked you in the balls" blue eyes smirked. The other man remained silent as I smirked in victory.

We stopped in front of a door and blue eyes opened the door before walking in, dragging me along. The other man stepped in and closed the door. The room was completely covered in plastic. So this was where they killed their victims, I thought.

"What are we going to do with her?" the other man questioned blue eyes.

"Kill her obviously. She's a witness and we can't just let her go. She'll run straight to the cops and I don't want to be paying for something that can be prevented" blue eyes said as if they were having a normal everyday conversation.

When what he had said finally sunk in I began thrashing wildly trying to escape all the time crying for help. Who am I kidding? No one here would help me.

This probably was normal for them. I guess curiosity really did kill the cat.

Blue eyes pulled out a gun and aimed it at my forehead and I completely froze. He then pushed me down to kneel in front of him. My eyes widened in fear as I stared up at him in completely and utter fear. I'm not going to die like this.

"Pleaseplease don't kill me, I won't tell anyone about what I saw" blue eyes rolled his eyes. By this time my vision was blurred with tears as I pleaded with him to let me go.

"That's what they all say" he said with such venom before he clicked off the safety on the gun.

At that the door burst open and two men walked in. Blue eyes turned away from me to hear what the men had to say. He turned in my direction with anger written on his face before he went over to the other man that was in the room.

"Sweetheart, it's your lucky day. Take her back to the room. I have to deal with something, I'll deal with her later" blue eyes said before walking out.

"Oh and this time, try not to get kicked in the balls" he chuckled leaving the room.

When the guy grabbed me to take me back to the room, I didn't bother to put up a fight. What was the point anyway? I might as well save my strength for my escape. Instead I looked around trying to find a way to escape.

When we got to the room he pushed me inside and stood by the door glaring at me. I could see that he was still mad at me from earlier. Crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest he narrowed his eyes at me.

"If I were you I wouldn't do anything to upset Emilio" he said in a warning tone.

"Who's Emilio?" I asked confused.

"You're a slow one aren't you? He's the guy who was going to kill you and also my boss" he said with an amused expression on his face. My face reddens in embarrassment as I looked away. He chuckled clearly enjoying my embarrassment.

"I'm not slow" I said looking down.

"Why am I here? Why does he want to kill me? What is this place?" I fired question after question at the man.

"To put it simple, Emilio runs the Italian mafia" he said nonchalantly. My eyes bulged at that.

Holy shit. I was kidnapped by the Italian mafia. Well this is the most interesting thing that has ever happened to me, minus the part where I was almost killed. Then a thought crossed my mind.

"Are you going to sell me into sex slavery?" I asked shivering in disgust.

"We don't do that" he said clenching his jaws. Clearly this was a topic that he does not like to discuss, so I didn't ask anything more about it.

"Then why am I here?" I snapped.

"That is for Emilio to decide" he said turning away to leave.

"Wait, what's your name? I would like to stop referring to you as 'the guy I kicked in the balls" in my head" I said smiling sheepishly.

"Luca Russo and I already know you're Layla Smith" he said walking out the door and closing it behind him.

I sat there for a while looking at the wall lost in my thoughts, when I saw the door open and a tray with food was placed on the floor. Looking at the food my belly started rumbling so I went over to it and look at what was on the tray.

There were McDonalds and a cup of soda on the tray. I laughed silently to myself. 'How nice of them', I thought sarcastically.

As I ate, I thought of all the possible ways I could escape. There were many different scenarios running through my mind, all of which ended with me getting caught and then killed.

If I tried to escape there is no doubt in my mind that he wouldn't come after me. But if I stayed here I don't know what he'll do to me or better yet have me do.

I cannot just sit around and wait for my faith. I had to do something to get out of here. With that thought in mind, I began formulating a plan. I just hope that this would work and if not I could probably end up dead.

Emilio's POV

In my line of work, showing mercy means that you're weak. They always beg for their lives and make promises they know they won't keep. So what's the point of showing mercy? Plus I can't have people thinking I'm weak, now can I?

I guess the universe did not want me to kill her or I wanted her alive. When I pulled out the gun and aimed it at her head I hesitated and because of that I couldn't kill her. There was something in my gut telling me not to kill her and I don't know why.

Normally I would kill with no remorse, but with her I couldn't even pull the fucking trigger. Fuck. Why do I feel slightly attracted to her? Of course I'd be attracted to her, or more like attracted to what is between her legs. Sex. Women's only purpose is to satisfy my needs and nothing more.

I was deep in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that someone had entered my office. Looking up I saw that it was Luca, my second in command and best friend.

Luca has been my best friend for as long as I could remember. We both grew up surrounded by the mafia. We started training from the age of twelve to take over from our fathers, for when they deemed us ready.

His father was the second in command to my father when he ran the Italian Mafia. When I took over there wasn't a doubt in my mind that Luca would be my second in command.

"You hesitated today and you never hesitate. You like her, don't you?" Luca says sitting in the chair before my desk. He was one of the only people that could walk into my office unannounced.

"Don't be naïve, I was just trying to scare her" I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Whatever you say. So what are you going to do with her?"

"What I do with women? She's going to warm my bed of course" I said smirking.

Luca chuckled and I chuckled along with him. Yea, yea, yea I know what you're thinking. I'm a man whore, but I can't help it. Women willingly throw themselves at me and I couldn't refuse that. I've got my needs.

Layla's POV

I don't know how long I have been locked up in this room for. The only place I'm allowed to go is to the restroom and there is always someone escorting me to and from. I'm only left alone when inside. These people were smart, because there were no windows in the restroom.

I have been wearing the same clothes from the day I was kidnapped. I'm pretty sure I smell disgusting right now and the guards never fail to remind me. It's not my fault that I'm being held against my will and cannot take a shower. The only thing they do is feed me. Apart from that I am a complete mess.

My brown hair is so tangled; I can't even comb my fingers through it without it getting stuck. It is a matted mess on my head, I'm sure the birds would love to make a nest in it.

I would ask to go to the restroom as often as I could, most of the time that I asked, I don't even need to use it. I use the time it takes to walk to and from the restroom to memorize my surroundings. I have been forming this escape plan since my first day here and tomorrow if all goes well, I will be a free woman.

I haven't seen Emilio or Luca since the day they were going to kill me. I was grateful for that, because they scared the shit out of me. I act all tough around them on the outside, but on the inside I am shaking like a leaf.

Sitting in the same cold empty room that I have been in since the day I was brought here, I decided to get some much needed sleep before my grand escape.

Opening my eyes slowly, I smiled to myself. This is it.

I walked over to the door and knocked loudly to alert the guard that I needed to use the restroom. I could already see the scowl forming on his face. He did not like it when I bothered him and he never made an attempt to hide how much he despised me.

As predicted, he opened the door with a scowl on his face. I smiled at him just to annoy him some more before walking off in the direction of the restroom, with him following close behind. When we got to the restroom, I opened the door, walked in and then slammed it in his face. I could hear his curses from the other side and I chuckled to myself.

I pretended to use the toilet then flushed it. I walked over to the door and opened it just enough for my head to fit through.

"Hey you" I said in a sickly sweet voice, just to rile him up some more.

"What do want?" he snapped.

"Umm... I need tampons" I spoke quietly, afraid that someone would hear. I was mortified to ask, but it was all part of the plan, so I had to just suck it up.

"Uhuhuh" he said sounding like a broken record as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. I wanted to laugh so badly, but I had to keep a straight face if I wanted this to work.

"I'll be right back" he muttered, walking away.

Phase one was completed and now it was time to move on to phase two. I stepped out into the hallway and headed back in the direction we had come from. Walking quickly and quietly, I came upon the stairs from before. I made my way down and took a right.

There was a door with the words 'exit' on it, so I rushed over to it. Who knew it would be this easy. There wasn't a soul in sight. Just as I got to the door I heard an alarm go off. This was not good.

I did not bother to stick around to see what was going on as I opened the door and stepped outside, closing the door quietly behind me.

I was immediately surrounded by darkness, apart from the few lights outside. All I saw were trees. It looked like we were in the middle of nowhere. I heard voices drawing nearer, so I ran towards the woods.

I feared being in the woods during the day and being in it at night was not a good idea. But what other choice did I have.

I ran as fast as my legs could go, never stopping or looking behind. When I thought that I was far enough, I stopped to catch my breath. I have never run so much in my entire life. I could hear shouting in the distance and I was completely drained from running so much.

I had to find a hiding spot. Bingo. I hid behind a bush and when I eased into it, it completely covered me. The voices were now clearer and closer, so I stilled my movements and held my breath, for fear that if I breathe they could hear.

A flashlight shone on the bushes I was in and then it was gone.

I heard footsteps and just as fast as they came, they were gone. I sighed in relief as I relaxed more into the bushes. I listened quietly at all the noises coming from the animals. I was very scared to be out here all alone, but anywhere was better than staying in that prison.

I don't know how long I have been sitting in the bushes, but the sun was already coming up. I got out of the bushes and began walking in the opposite direction of where I was running from. I have been walking for a very long time and I was very tired, thirsty and hungry. The sun was now at its peak.

Just a few more steps until freedom, I kept telling myself as motivation. I could hear the sound of a vehicle driving so I hurried my steps. Stepping out of the woods, I saw a road and across from it, there was a gas station.

I smiled to myself in happiness, as I hurried across the road and towards the gas station. I had a strange feeling about this place, but I just shook it off and blamed the queasiness in my belly on hunger.

As I opened the door to the gas station, the bell ran alerting the cashier of my entrance. I walked over to the cashier. Behind the counter was a man, probably in his late 50's. He had a warm smile on his face as I approach.

"Do you have a phone I can use?" I asked politely.

"You look like you have been to hell and back" he said eyeing my appearance.

"Something like that" I muttered.

"Here" he handed me a cellphone.

I dialed my best friends number and it went straight to voicemail so I tried again. This time it rang. Come on Avery, pick up the phone. No one answered. She was probably hangover, sleeping or just ignoring the call because it's an unknown number.

I gave the man back his phone and went outside to think. What am I going to do now? I was so deep in thought; I didn't realize the old man was standing before me trying to gain my attention.

"Here, you look like you need it" he handed me a bottle of water.

"Thank you" I smiled gratefully. He nodded and turned around to head back inside.

I gulped down the much needed water as if I was drinking water for the first time. Standing here all day won't get me home. I didn't know where I was so I needed to ask for direction, so I went back inside to ask.

"Where am I?" I asked. He didn't look me in the eyes as he kept looking around nervously. He was hiding something.

Just as I was about to open my mouth again to ask him where I was again, two SUVs pulled up outside. He kept looking between me and the SUVs as four men got out. Two of which I recognized instantly.

I shot the man a deadly look, which I am sure would kill him if looks could kill. He called them. There wasn't anywhere for me to run as they walked it, each sporting a pissed off look on their face.

"Gotcha sweetheart" Emilio smirked at me. I could see in his eyes how much he was enjoying my trembling figure cower away from him.

He walked over to me and grabbed me by my long hair, dragging me out through the door. His grip never loosens, no matter how much I kick, scream and scratch him with my nails. He dragged me all the way to the SUV, where he picked me up and threw me inside. He got in shortly after me and the SUV sped off down the road.

"I tried to be nice to you" he said turning to me in anger.

"Nice to me? If your definition of nice is kidnapping and locking me up in a room, then I'd rather die than go back there" I snapped angrily at him.

"That can be arranged sweetheart" he said pressing a gun to my head. My eyes widen in fear as I stare into his menacing eyes, daring me to make a wrong move.

He pulled back away from me without another word. I sat beside him in the back seat shaking from fear as he looked out the window as if nothing happened. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence.

It wasn't long until we were pulling up in the driveway of a mansion. He opened the door and grabbed me by the arm to drag me out of the SUV. He never let go of my arm, as he dragged me along with him towards the entrance.

I took a look around and was mesmerized by the sheer size of the mansion. It was the most beautiful mansion I had ever seen. There were also a few guards patrolling the area. Walking inside Emilio went straight for the stairs still dragging me along, his pace never slowing down.

He was 6'1 and my 5'5 body was finding it hard to keep up with his long strides. Maybe I should just stop walking and have him drag me on the floor, I thought laughing to myself. He gave me a questioning look over his shoulder, still not stopping.

When we got to the second floor he led me down a hallway, and then stopped in front of a door. Opening the door, he shoved me inside. He walked in after closing the door. I heard a click and knew that he had locked us both inside.

I gulped nervously as I took a step backwards away from him. Every step back that I took, he took a step forward. I could feel the back of my thigh pressed up against the bed as he closed the distance between us.

"You really need a shower. The bathroom is right over there" he said pointing in the direction of the bathroom and taking a step back. I guess my stench was the only thing saving me from his wrath, for now.

He was just staring at me and it was making me very uncomfortable. He ran his hands through his hair, then turns around and walked out of the room leaving me confused. I think my stanch chased him away.

Looking around the room, I realized that this room belongs to someone. It had grey walls, floor to ceiling windows and a king sized bed in the middle. It was fully furnished with the dominant colors being grey, white and black.

I walked over to the walkin closet, which only consisted of men clothing. I was in his room. He brought me to his room, but why would he do that. Unless... I was cut short when the room door open.

"Who the hell are you?" a high pitched voice shrieked.

Layla's POV

"Excuse me?" I asked turning around.

Standing before me was your typical blonde. She wore clothes so tight and short, that it could have been mistaken for her underwear. Her fake boobs were spilling out of the crop top she wore, that look like it was two times smaller than her size. Her makeup was caked to her face, making her look way older than she appear to be.

"What are you doing in Emilio's room?" she asked with a suspicious look on face.

I just stood there unmoving, unable to form any words. What was I doing in his room?

"Are you dumb?" she asked with a sneer on her face.

I just met her like 5 seconds ago and I already know that I don't like her. I was about to answer when the door burst open.

"What the fuck are you doing in here? How many times do I have to tell you not to come in my room unless I call for you?" he asked calmly, his attention focused on the blonde.

The way he spoke so calmly caused a shiver to run down my spine. Him being so calm is even scarier than when he is angry. You could see how hard he was trying to keep his anger at bay. This was not good.

He didn't wait for her to answer as he dropped the clothes he had in his hands on the bed and grabbed her by her upper arm, dragging her out the room. I think he has a thing for dragging people.

Thinking that the clothes were for me I walked over to the pile and saw that it was women's clothing. Not just any women's clothing, there was lingerie, a small crop top and a very short shorts.

He has got to be kidding me. So he expects me to dress like a whore. The nerve of that guy.

I decided against wearing the shorts and crop top, and instead went back into his closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt.

Walking into the bathroom with the clothes in hand, I close the door behind me and took a look around. A gasp escaped my lips as I marveled at the sight before me.

The bathroom was the size of my whole apartment. In one corner there was a bathtub that was calling out to me, a shower stall, and a long counter with two separate sinks and a mirror covering the wall above the countertop. There was another door with what I'm assuming is the toilet. Everything in this bathroom screamed luxury.

I ran myself a bath and spend a good half hour washing myself as indicated by the clock on the wall. It was now 9:00 pm, stepping out of the tub and draining it; I quickly rinse the soap off my body. Stepping out of the shower I dried off and put on the clothes.

I tried to avoid my reflection before I took the bath fearing my appearance, and now I feel confident that I won't look as bad as before. Stepping in front of the mirror, I ran my hands through my damp hair. I searched the cabinets under the counter for a hairbrush and found a few. I took one out and brushed my hair.

After I was pleased with my appearance, I walked out of the bathroom and almost fainted at the sight before me. Emilio stood proudly before me in only his underwear, running a hand through his damp hair.

His body was sculpted to perfection. He was lean with muscles in all the right places. I followed the train of his six packs, to his very prominent vline. My eyes began trailing lower when he decided to clear his throat.

My eyes shot up to his in an instant as he stood in front of me with a smirk plastered on his face. My face heated up in embarrassment as I dropped my stare to the ground.

"I see that you like having your own way" he commented stepping closer to me.

My heart sped up and my breathing became shallow the closer he got. Stopping in front of me I could feel his breath on my forehead. I was still staring at the ground, so now his feet were all I could see.

He put a finger under my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. I did not know how he would react to me wearing his clothes and disobeying him, and frankly I didn't want to find out.

He grabbed me by my neck and squeezed. It was becoming harder to breathe as he continued to squeeze.

"I make the rules and you follow. You have been tempting me to put a bullet in your fucking head. Don't think that I forgot about the little stunt you pulled earlier. It will not go unpunished. It's time you start accepting your faith, Cara." He whispered in my ear before letting me go.

He walked away from me as if nothing had happened, leaving me on the floor gasping for air. He got in the bed and turned his back to me.

It was still hard to breath as I laid there letting the tears fall. I wasn't one to show any weakness, but being stuck in this impossible situation I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I don't know how long I was lying on the floor crying, before I decided that crying was not going to get me out of this.

I got up off the floor, not know what to do or where to go. I was contemplating asking Emilio where I was going to sleep when he answered my question without me actually asking.

"You're sleeping on the floor, so you can get comfortable down there Tesoro" he said still facing away from me.

"Can I at least get a pillow and a blanket?" I asked helplessly.

"No" was his simple answer.

How rude? I wasn't even surprised that he denied my request, because if he had actually complied then that would have been a surprise. I sighed in defeat as I got as comfortable as I could on the cold floor.

I laid there unable to sleep as I reminisced on the memories that I shared with my mother. She was always there to encourage me whenever I doubted myself. She was amazing, beautiful and kind.

I know that if she were here, she would be scolding me to stop doubting myself. She would tell me to have faith and that God knew best, that he would not put me in a situation that he knew I couldn't handle.

Six Years Ago

My friends and I had decided to join the cheerleading team. I mean, I was no cheerleader, but they had convinced me that it would be fun and I probably wouldn't have to participate.

The cheer captain never liked me and when she saw me walk through those gym doors for tryouts, I could already see that evil smile she always wore on her face brighten. I was proven right that she was up to no good when she immediately accepted me to the team, even though I sucked.

She announced that I would be one of the new flyers for the team. I know I couldn't do it, but I also wanted to prove her wrong.

So now here I was with three of my friends helping me practice.

"I can't do it" I complained for the thousandth time today as I failed again.

"You can do anything you want if you believe in yourself" my mother encouraged me.

She was always in my corner, my biggest fan.

Taking a deep breath, I tried again and succeeded.

She had believed in me, so I had to believe in myself. She always believed in me.

End of Flashback.

Oh mom. If only you were here now to comfort me and tell me that everything was going to be okay. She knew just what to say and do in every situation.

I know that if she was here, she would tell me not to give up and have hope for better days.

So that's what I'm going to do. Hope. Hope that everything will be fine.

Layla's POV

I woke up feeling as though I was run over by a truck. My whole body was in pain from sleeping on the floor. I felt sick because I had to sleep on the floor. I sat up slowly, holding my head that felt as though it was spinning.

I looked around slowly taking in my surrounding. At first I started panicking because I wasn't familiar with where I was until everything from the previous day came crashing down onto me. I calmed down momentarily before I realized the situation I was in.

I looked over to the bed and saw that it was empty. I let out a sigh of relief as I sat on the ground not knowing what to do. Just then the bathroom door opened and Emilio walked out with a towel hanging loosely around his waist.

His hair was still wet from the shower and I couldn't help but stare as the water droplets ran down his defined abs. I quickly looked away before he snap at me or punish me for staring.

I sat uncomfortably on the ground while he went into is closet, not even sparing me a glance. I have no idea what I was expected to do, so I just sat there.

He walked out of the closet in all black. Black pants, black boots, black shirt and a black leather jacket in his hand. I'm not going to lie, but he looked hot. He was my kidnapper, so why am I thinking like this.

I mean, if we were in a different situation I would totally jump his bones, but we're not and all I could do is sit on the floor thinking of different ways I could murder him and escape.

I was busy cussing him out in my mind when the bedroom door burst open and a man walked in. He was hot. He had blonde hair, grey eyes and a smile that could make any woman fall for him.

He was standing in the doorway smiling from ear to ear before he walked in.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything here" he said with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Enzo, you will be keeping an eye on her, while I go take care of some things" Emilio stated, walking towards the door.

"I don't need a babysitter" I snapped in annoyance. I know I was threading on thin ice here, but I don't care. I refuse to let him boss me around.

He stopped in his track and turn around shooting me a deadly glare. I gulp in fear as I scrambled to my feet backing away from him. Stupid, stupid Layla. Why can't you just listen for once in your life without questioning anything?

He didn't say anything to me as he nodded in Enzo's direction and left.

Enzo looked at me from where he was standing near the doorway with a mischievous look in his eyes. He must be the troublemaker here.

"So you are the infamous Layla I hear everyone talking about" he said smiling.

"People are talking about me?" I asked confused.

His reply was his smile widening. I was very uncomfortable with how much he was smiling. It was starting to get creepy.

I cleared my throat as I prepared to break the awkward tension.

"I need to use the bathroom" I said quietly, walking towards the door. He hummed in acknowledgement, but never said anything else.

I went inside the bathroom and let out a sigh of relief. I have to keep reminding myself that behind those good looks and devilish smiles, these people were bad. They are holding me against my will. My goal is to find a way to escape from them.

They may laugh and smile with me, acting as if I'm not their prisoner. But I know better and I refuse to let their charming smiles get to me. We all know that one slip up and they won't hesitate to kill me if they want to.

I mean if they were to let me go, I wouldn't tell a soul about what happened because I value my life, even though my life is a mess right now.

I was so deep in thought, thinking about all the possible outcomes. They could sell me in human trafficking, even though Luca had assured me that they didn't do that, I still wasn't convinced.

They could kill me and dispose of my body and nobody would know, because there wouldn't be anyone looking for me. Maybe Avery would be concerned, but I doubt she would try to find me.

I have told her on more than one occasion that I wanted to run away from here. So her not hearing from me would not spark concerns because she would think that I finally followed through with my plans. Especially, since I'm sure she must have heard about what happened at the restaurant.

Here? Where am I? Am I still in New York or did they take me to another country? I had no idea where I was right now, but here I am planning an escape from God knows where.

What has my life come to? I have no one and I'm here being punished for being nosy. I guess that's why they say you shouldn't stick your nose in other people's business. But no, I had to see what was happening in that alley.

I shouldn't blame anybody but myself. If I had just went on home like I was supposed to, probably I'd be in my apartment right now wallowing in selfpity or better yet homeless.

I mean this isn't the ideal situation to be in, but at least there was a roof over my head and people with guns threatening to kill me. Yeah, story of my life.

"Are you done yet? You've been in there like forever" I heard a muffled voice through the door.

Oh right. I was supposed to be using the bathroom.

"I'll be out in a minute" I called back, not wanting to anger who was on the other side of the door.

I searched for a spare toothbrush and when I found a few, I used one and did my business. I stepped out timidly, holding my head down in fear.

"I'm not going to hurt you" Enzo said walking towards me.

Just as he reached out to touch me, I flinched back.

I glanced at his face and saw him frowning, with what seem to be worry in his eyes. After the way in which Emilio had treated me last night, I was now afraid of doing the wrong thing and possibly getting punished.

"You must be hungry" he said, the same time my belly rumbled in agreement.

I felt embarrassed, but he only laughed it off and told me to follow him. I felt a little at ease in his presence, but I'm not stupid to let my guard down. He had this easy going vibe about him that made it impossible not to like him.

Following behind him, I took this time to admire the interior of the mansion. I didn't get the chance to do so before, because a certain someone was in a rush.

The walls were painted in a cream color, portraits and paintings hanging on the walls, with a few statues along the walls. The ground was covered with elegant white tiles. The person who did the interior design clearly had a feminine touch.

When we got to the stairs, I was in awe. It was a grand staircase that went down in a little spiral against the wall. The first floor was white, literally the floors, ceiling, walls and decorations. It was a combination of white and gold.

There was a huge chandelier a few meters in the ceiling away from the stairs. This mansion screamed money. Everything in it looked so fragile, that I was afraid to even breathe too close to anything. I could not afford anything in this house.

Enzo never once looked back to see if I was following him. I was grateful for that because I'm sure he would be looking at me weirdly with my mouth wide open in awe.

We went around a few corners until we got to the kitchen, which was spotless. It looks as though it has never been used before. It was a modern kitchen with all the finest appliances. This was any chef's dream kitchen.

"What would you like to eat?" he asked already making his way to the fridge.

"Anything is fine" I said unsure.

"I can't cook, so here" he said placing a box of cereal and a carton of milk before me. He also got me a bowl and a spoon.

How thoughtful. I chuckled a little in amusement while he scratched the back of his neck nervously. Why was he nervous? If anyone should be nervous it should be me.

"After youre done I can give you a tour if you'd like" he said chuckling.

"Sure" I said with a mouth full of cereal. I probably looked like squirrel that packed its mouth with way too many nuts.

So he wanted to give me a tour. Does he want me to escape, because that must be the only logical reason why he'd show me around?

I was scarfing down the cereal as though I hadn't eaten in days, but was only a day. After I was finish I pat my stomach and relaxed in the chair I was sitting in.

"Are you ready?" he asked after a while. I nodded my head and followed after him as he exited the kitchen.

He showed me the first floor which consisted of a grand foyer, two bathrooms, three bedrooms, a ballroom, living room, sitting room, dining room, kitchen, pantry, game room, theatre, a study, a gym indoor pool and a bar. Outside had a pool, jacuzzi, garden and tennis court.

The top floor had six bedrooms, seven bathrooms, a library, an office and a few other rooms that were off limits. The office too was off limits. He also informed me that there was another level below the first floor that was also off limits.

After the tour he convinced me to watch tv with him. He wasn't so bad after all. I was starting to warm up to him.

We were now sitting on the sofa arguing over whether or not Jake and Amy from Brooklyn Ninenine would date.

"Don't be stupid, it's clear that he has a major crush on her" I said annoyed.

"Oh really? Does that mean you have a crush on me? Because we're here fighting and bickering likes them" He said smiling victoriously.

He leaned in and I thought he was going to kiss me, when a pillow hit me on the head.

"What the hell?" I asked holding my head.

"This is how crushes are supposed to interact with each other, no?" he teased, grinning from ear to ear.

I got up ready to attack when he ran away squealing like a girl. I couldn't help but laugh as I chased him around the house. I know he was running slowly on purpose so that I could keep up with him, but that didn't bother me as I jumped on his back.

He landed on the ground with a thud and I landed on top of him. In a blink of an eye he had managed to flip around with me now straddling his waist.

"If you wanted me so badly you could have just told me" he said with a wink clearly enjoying the position we were in. I flushed in embarrassment and just as I was about to get up off him the front door opened.

"What the hell is going on here?" Emilio boomed, with Luca beside him trying to hold in his laughter.

Layla's POV

I quickly got off Enzo and stood with my head down. For some reason I felt as though they had walked in on me doing the dirty with Enzo, even though nothing had happened.

I didn't like the way Emilio had looked at me as if I had betrayed him. What was that about? He had no right to be angry. Firstly, nothing happened and secondly, he was behaving as though I was his.

I am nobody's property and I refuse to be treated as such.

I heard laughter from the floor so I looked down to see Enzo still lying on his back laughing.

"You should have seen your face. It was priceless" he teased Emilio, who did not look too happy.

Luca was chuckling beside him and as soon as Emilio shot him a look he quickly sobered up. Their eyes kept darting back and forth between the three as though they were having a conversation.

What was going on, I wanted to scream as they continued their stare off. They finally broke their stare off when Emilio stormed over to me and grabbed me by the arm.

Not this again, I thought as he dragged me along with him up the stairs. He is always dragging me around as if I was a rag doll. The nerve of this dude.

"I can walk on my own you know" I dare say to him.

He didn't even acknowledge me as he kept on dragging me along. We stopped outside his bedroom before he opened it and dragged me inside. He turned away from me to lock the door.

I was trapped in a room with an angry mob boss, and I had no idea what I had done to spark such a reaction from him.

"I'm sorry" I said, even though I have no idea what I was apologizing for.

He was now pacing before me and running his hand through his hair angrily. He stopped pacing and turned to me with anger still in his eyes as he stalked in my direction. I kept backing up until my back hit the wall.

He smirked at me in triumph as he now had me trapped and there was nowhere else for me to go. His hands now rested on the wall on either side of my head. He was breathing heavily as he leaned in.

"What are you doing to me?" he whispered as his lips inched further to mine.

His lips were now brushing mine and as much as I hated him, a part of me wanted him to kiss me. Just when I thought he was going to close the distance between our lips, he moves his head to the side and kissed my neck instead. He sucked on my neck and I was more than certain it was going to leave a mark.

I bit my lip to prevent a moan from slipping out, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. God, this felt so good, but was also so wrong. I shouldn't be enjoying this.

Why is my body betraying me? I tilted my head to the side to allow him more access as I enjoyed the sensation coursing through my body.

As he pulled away, my foggy mind cleared and I shoved him away. He came up to me again and I slapped him across the face. I slapped him so hard his head turned to the side. I gasped as my eyes widen in fear.

He turned back to me massaging his jaw with his right hand, as he shot me a look that left me confused. I thought he would have been angry, but now looking at him he looked even more turned on than before.

Uh oh. I gulped as he leaned in again, his breath fanning my face.

"Tesoro you shouldn't have done that" he said with a smirk.

He flipped me around so that my front was now pressed up against the wall, his breath fanning against my neck. He grabbed my hands and raised them above my head, keeping them trapped in one arm.

Pressing up against my back I could feel his excited member pressing up against my butt. His other arm came around my front where he massaged one of my breast through my shirt.

His mouth was hovering over my neck. My mind was screaming at me to stop him, while my body was begging me to let loose and let him have his way with my body.

His lips came down and connected with my neck as he kissed, sucked and bit my neck drawing moans from me. His hands were now moving lower, while I grinded my butt on his boner.

His hands moved down and cupped my sex through the sweats. Who knew him just touching me could turn me on so much. I could feel myself getting wet from just his mouth and hand working wonders on my body, finding pleasure spots I didn't even knew existed.

Rubbing me through my sweats, I began pushing myself even more in his hand searching for my release. He pulled his hand back and I groaned in annoyance and disapproval, but not a second later, I could feel his hand going in my sweats and running along the top of my underwear.

"Please" I heard myself plead in a hoarse voice, needing him to stop teasing me.

"What do you want sweetheart?" he whispered in a raspy voice in my ear, biting my earlobe.

"Please, please, please" I chanted not really sure what I was begging him to do.

"You have to tell me what you want he said, slipping his hand in my underwear and brushing his thump against my clit.

"Yes, right there. Just like that. Make me cum" I pleaded wanting him to continue.

"Your wish is my command" he whispered, slipping a finger in my dripping hole.

"Fuck. You're so wet and tight" he groaned, speeding up his pace.

I was now a moaning mess. Riding his hand, as his other hand released my hands and came down to massage my breasts. There was a tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach as I felt my muscles tense.

"I'm going to" I started feeling close to my release. That sweet release.

"Cum for me" he groaned, going even faster than before.

As if I was waiting for his command I closed my eyes and came, hard. I kept on repeating his name as a mantra as I rode out my orgasm. Stars appeared behind my tightly closed eyes as my orgasm shook my whole being.

I would've collapsed on the floor if it wasn't for the arm that was holding me up. I shook in his arms as I came down from my high and he removed his hand from my underwear.

It took me a few minutes to calm down, as my mind also cleared and I realized what I have done.

I let him touch me. Even though it was great, I shouldn't have been weak and let him touch me like that. What the hell were you thinking Layla? He's keeping you here against your will.

As much as I wanted to be mad at him and accuse him of taking advantage of me, I knew I couldn't because I didn't stop him even though I should have.

I was expecting him to force himself on me, but instead I gave myself willingly to him. I felt used and dirty. As if sensing the shift in my mood he let me go and walked out the room, leaving me even more confused than before.

What did I expect? He was just using me for a quick fuck, even though he never once made this about him. He only focused on me and that made me even more confused. I thought I was here for when he needed someone to fulfill his desires, but here I am fully satisfied and him unsatisfied.

I don't know what came over me or him. I have to confront him and clear the air. For Christ sakes Layla, he let you sleep on the floor. How could you allow him to touch you, with those same hands that almost choked you to death?

"Hey" I heard someone say from the doorway. I didn't even hear the door open or realized that someone had entered the room.

"Emilio sent me to take you to the room you will be staying in from now on" Luca spoke softly.

I got up from off the floor with the support of the wall, as I walked over to him and allow him to escort me there. My room was just across from his which was not helping me at all.

I went inside and sat on the bed too lost in my thought, that I didn't even see Luca closing the door and giving me my much needed privacy.

Lying on the bed I pondered on what just happened as I prepared myself physically and mentally to approach Emilio.

Well this should be fun, I thought sarcastically.

I'm just going to approach him and say, 'hey so I just allowed you to finger me, but it can't happen again. It was a mistake that shouldn't have happened'.

It was a mistake, right? Then why did I enjoy it so much, even though I shouldn't have. I can't let this happen again. I won't allow it.

With those final thoughts, I decided to sleep on it and address my problems tomorrow. When my mind wasn't still clouded from what had just transpired.

Emilio's POV

I need to leave right now. I had just gotten an important call from one of my men while I was in the bathroom. Turns out the Russians had intercepted one of my trucks containing cocaine and I needed to handle the matter swiftly.

I had wanted to leave before Layla woke up, couldn't bear to look into those sad brown eyes, that I was sure was staring at me in fright.

After what I had done last night to her, I was fairly certain that she would start to behave. I didn't want a repeat of what happened last time, because if she were to run away again and I caught her, I wasn't so sure that I would be as lenient as I had been.

I didn't feel any remorse for letting her sleep on the ground or almost choking her to death. She had to learn who was in charge and since she insists on pushing my buttons, then I had no problem teaching her the hard way.

I will not tolerate people whose sole goal is to defy me.

That's how I was raised. My father had toughened me up from an early age. Whenever I slipped up, he would make sure to punish me in a way that I would never forget so that I never make the same mistake twice.

He was a hard man, never shown me love. I guess that's why I am the way that I am today. He wasn't grown in a home with love, so he made sure I wasn't either.

Love makes you weak son and your enemies will use that weakness against us. I can't really remember my mother, because she died when I was ten at the hands of one of my dad's enemy. She was the only person my dad showed love to.

When she died it was like a part of him had also died. I had to grow up without a mother, with a rock for a father. He was very good at hiding his emotions, never letting anyone see pass his tough exterior.

He groomed me to be the man I am today, never to show mercy or remorse.

I still don't understand how a warehouse full of highly trained men let one woman slip through their fingers. I was impressed by Layla, but I won't let her know that. She had survival instincts and in this world you needed it most.

It was my men's egos that were bruised more than anything when they had to inform me that Layla had managed to get away. She was a spitfire. I have never met a woman quite like her before, which made her very intriguing.

However, she was still annoying. Her stubbornness and will to disobey me annoyed me beyond bonds.

It was a good thing that she was easy on the eyes, with curves in all the right places, full perky breasts that my hands were itching to squeeze and a nice round butt begging to be spanked.

I had only decided to take her back to my room where I could keep an eye on her. Some of my men were insisting that I hand her over to them so that they could have their way with her, but I couldn't.

There was a nagging voice in the back of my mine that was telling me to keep her for myself. She looked so innocent and pure that I couldn't just hand her over to them so that they could corrupt and break her.

She was better off with me, but I wasn't just going to go soft on her either. No, no, no. I was going to break and bend her to my will.

...

Upon my arrival at one of my warehouse where the cocaine was to be transported, I was met with a few nervous men waiting for me. I loved it when they shook in fear from just looking at me. It gave me satisfaction to know that they feared me, which means that they know better than to double cross me.

"What happened?" I demanded as I stared at the men before me.

"We were ambushed by the Russians, they were waiting for us. They took the truck and killed the driver. Some of our men were wounded, but they'll live. We were able to apprehend one of their men. We have him in the interrogation room waiting for you" one of them replied in fear.

A sadistic smile graced my face as I thought about how I was going to torture the Russian. No one steals from me and gets away with it. Walking over to the interrogation room, I couldn't help my excitement knowing that there was a living breathing punching bag waiting to feel my wrath.

Luca was walking beside me with a smug smile on his face. I know that he enjoyed these interrogations as much as I do.

I love hearing the screams of my victims as they begged and pleaded for their lives. The more they withheld the information the more I get to torture them until they finally spilled their guts.

They always talk. Traitors. They had no code of conduct. They would rather betray their boss than die. In our world we all know that people like them deserve to die and I am more than willing to put them out of their misery.

Stepping inside the room I could see the man tied to a chair with his head hanging low. I closed the door loudly on purpose so that I could see his reaction when he saw me.

The reaction did not disappoint. It was priceless how he cowered away, sinking into the chair with fear plastered on his face.

This is how I liked it. If they don't fear you, then they won't respect you. Clearly his boss doesn't care about the peace treaty that he and my father had made years ago.

They had just broken the treaty, so this means war.

"Who sent you?" I asked even though I already knew the answer. I was just testing his loyalty.

He started cussing me out in Russian as if he thought that I couldn't understand a work he was saying. Boy how wrong he was. My father had made sure that I learnt at least 10 different languages and Russian was one of them

"Come on don't be like that" I said mocking him with a hurt expression on my face.

His eyes widened when he realized that I had understood what he had been saying. He had been calling me a 'son of bitch' for the past minute.

"I'm going to ask you one last time. Who sent you?" I spoke with so much venom in my voice, he cracked almost immediately.

"Boris" he whispered in defeat

See what I mean?

Well that was easy, I thought to myself. Although I had already known it was him.

"Boris Dmitriev. And what might Boris want with my drugs?" I demanded.

He clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head repeatedly. How fun. He was making this hard on himself. If he cooperates, then he'd just get a bullet in the head. But now he might get several bullets, among other forms of torture until he tells me what I want to know.

Why do they always make it hard on themselves? It's not like they don't know that they're going to die. I guess it's a good thing I'm wearing all black today.

Shrugging off my leather jacket I sighed as I went over to the wall on the right side of the room and pushed a button. Within a few seconds the metal on the wall slid away revealing my weapons for torture.

I sigh as I tried to find the perfect torture weapon for this situation. This was always the hardest part. I mean there were so many different weapons to choose from, it was frustrating. Plus they were all my favorite, because they all brought pain to my victims.

Sighing I chose a simple dagger. Simple, but effective.

Walking over to the chair the Russian was bounded to; I stabbed him in the thigh. He cried out in pain with tears streaming down his face. Clearly he had a very low pain tolerance, which will make him.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you what you need to know" he rushed out in pain.

Well that was easy. I didn't even get to put another dagger in his other thigh, I thought with disappointment.

Luca was leaning against the door laughing. He could tell that I was sad the torture was over. Giving him the middle finger, which only made him laugh more, I turn around back to my hostage.

I raised an eyebrow signaling him to start talking now.

"He only said that you stole from him and that he wanted you to feel how it feels when something important is taken from you. That's all he said, he never elaborated on what you actually stole" he said breathing hard.

I stole from him. That didn't make any sense, unless one of my men stole something from him.

I had gotten the answer, which didn't make any sense to me. Nodding to Luca, signaling that I was done with the Russian I walked out the room. Just as I made it outside I heard a gunshot go off.

Luca walked out shortly afterwards brushing imaginary dust off his shirt. I shook my head as I saw his smirking face.

We both enjoyed killing people. I know we seem twisted and all, but again our father raised us this way. We both had our first kill at the age of twelve.

Since there was nothing else left at the warehouse to do, we decided to head back to the mansion, where we will start planning an attack on Boris.

Surely he must have known that I would respond. And if it is a war that he wants, then a war he shall have.

...

Stepping inside the mansion I was taken aback by the sight in front of me. Layla was straddling Enzo's waist. What the hell was going on?

I leave for a few hours and she is already whoring around. Well if she wants to be a whore, then that is exactly how she will be treated. How could I have been so wrong about her?

Blinded by anger, I dragged her to my room. I never thought she would have given into me so easily.

But she did. She had allowed me to pleasure her. I was going to fuck her, but I stopped. I don't know why, but I stopped.

Now I'm here sitting in my office sexually frustrated. I knew just who to call to fix this problem.

I ordered one of my men to fetch Taylor, one of my booty calls, knowing that she'll be more than eager to get me off.

"What can I do for you?" she purred seductively.

Swaying her hips a bit too much she walked over to me in a skimpy dress, barely covering anything.

Looking at her now after getting a taste of Layla, I wasn't the least bit turned on by her any more. But I needed this boner to go away and I refused to do it myself when there were women here for exactly that purpose.

Pushing my chair back a little, she came to a stop in front of me before she dropped to her knees and started unbuckling my belt.

Let the fun begin.