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 self-pity 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 Nine-nine 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.