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Vivienne made her way into the streets of Juan Estate , as cabs weren't allowed into the estate and she had sold her car .

She wanted to pay him an August visit. Although she felt nervous about visiting him in his mansion, she just needed to do something about her daughter's hostage in Draco's.

Having made some findings, she realized that Draco and Juan were sworn enemies and the Juan she knew was now the Mafia Lord of the Headers. Every other person would have taken a second thought on making the visit, but since she thinks she'd become on good terms with Juan again, she decided to go. He surely wouldn't ignore her.

The security was tight around the high gates before the mansion premises. Juan had already seen a blonde lady approaching the gates. He had set his mansion in that manner, that he would get the signal of a visit even before the person was allowed into his premises.

Closely watching, he saw the woman get close until he could recognize who it was. The last person he was expecting and of course, the first person he would feel excited to see.

One of the security men stopped her at the gate and after some questions, he walked into the mansion's entry door.

"Your Imperial Lord, a woman by name Vivienne is here , requesting to see you without an appointment " the Chief security officer bowed before him. Don Juan was more of a King than a Mafia boss to his staff.

He was surprised, knowing full well that she hadn't visited his Estate or Mansion before.

Sipping his alcohol, he gave a wry look and with a tiny look of excitement in his eyes, he gestured for him to let her in.

"What a pleasant surprise, Vivienne?" he turned towards the door leading into the living area, his eyes meeting that of Vivienne.

He couldn't hide his inner excitement as a smile kept on playing on his lips while Vivienne glanced around in awe.

"You may sit , my lady " he winked at the last statement, motioning for her to sit on the golden longue cushion behind her.

Vivienne was too star struck to speak. She had the idea that Mafia bosses were always wealthy, but she didn't think Juan would be this comfortable and rich. In her head, he seems to be wealthier than Draco.

Rolling her eyes, she sat down.

And then she called his name in a whisper;

"Juan.."

"Yes, my lady Vivienne, "

Don Juan smiled again, showing his dimples. That smile resurrected some memories that Vivienne forced herself to forget before marriage.

His domestic staff, maid servants and bouncers scattered at every corner of the living area, made her lose some sense of privacy.

She just wanted to start talking to him about the main reason why she came. It was actually going to be a mission for her because the Draco she knew was ready to fight till blood spills and even after.

Sensing she wanted to say a lot ,confidential to him, Don Juan ordered his staff to give them privacy.

"Welcome here, Vivienne. Can you talk now?" he asked, fixing his eyes on hers.

*******

I watched Ray clench his jaw, snap his fingers and glare at me with murderous eyes. The way events unfolded since today was just alarming. First was the sudden return of Draco and his men, including the burns on Jeremy's arm. Now, Ray kept staring at me like someone who was probably holding back the urge to strangle me. I was a bit scared, but I didn't allow it to show.

"What's....what's the matter, Ray?" I managed to ask, dreading his next move.

It wasn't as if I was concerned about him, I was just trying to save myself from an unknown atmosphere.

He glared at me again and clenched his fist, and then started walking towards the bed.

I shifted back in fear.

"Why the hell are you in my life, huh? What did you tell my dad that made him come up with this drastic order? Who the hell are you, moron?" he yelled , as he asked the last question. I quivered in fear , not knowing or understanding what he was saying.

I just didn't want him to hit me and sensing he might do that next, I shifted again. This week was just worse and again, the thought of celebrating my twentieth birthday here clouded my mind again. Ray was abusive and I didn't like it...I'd never been called a moron before ! Tears unexpectedly streamed down my cheeks and I immediately wiped them with the back of my palms. I was literally living in fear of and with this man.

With disgust in his voice, he expressed;

"A weak betrothal or rather, wife is what I'm gonna tolerate? Hell nah.." and he immediately left the bedroom.

Wife? That word caused an ache in my head anytime I heard it.

I still hadn't accepted the fact that I was betrothed to this man and now, he was adding the word "wife". For all I cared, I wasn't going to marry Ray and I was already thinking of my escape soonest.

Meanwhile, I'd missed a lot in college , especially my course affairs. Almost two weeks in this place and I haven't even gone to school since I was brought here. I haven't had time to even check out our media classes, call anyone or even chat. I've missed school, especially lessons since I'm a science student.

With that little opportunity I had when I was alone before he came back , knowing full well that Ray wouldn't be back soon and not minding what had happened earlier , I decided to call my bestie at least.

Draco was not at rest throughout the day even after giving his instruction to Ray. Pacing up and down the hallways upstairs, he was sore and vexed and his mind filled with thoughts of the earlier incident. He decided to make a call to the American Mafia Headquarters, obeying the words of his second in command.

He entered into his bedroom to put a call across there, if he needed to see the Godfather face-to-face or be allowed to speak with him directly, since the call would probably be answered by the Secretary of the Society.

Jeremy was supposed to be in his room , as his personal guard. But since he was being treated, Lincoln, one of his men too, replaced him.

"I need space, Linc. Move downstairs to the elevator door. I'll call you when I need you " he said, picking up his phone.

This call was important and needed to be made privately too.

Lincoln trailed out and Draco immediately started calling Sir Callum, the secretary .

Soon, the call was picked up.

"Greetings, Callum. Is the Highness available for me to speak to?" Draco hesitated.

"The Highness " was what everyone called the Godfather.

However, the next voice he heard from the other end wasn't Callum's as he expected.

"I knew you would call, Don Draco" said the Godfather in a flat tone.