Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Nikolas 

A couple  of hours ago…

A Mafia mogul TAKES his oath seriously. Only blood will solidify their commitment to serve those who demand their complete devotion. He is a Leader, who gives Order, knows when to Rule, and is a Deity. He will forever know power and wealth. But not all mobsters rule the same. Some are stronger, smarter, hungrier than others. And it is the underworld which notoriously screams SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST.

The culprit kneels in the middle of the darkly lit room along with twenty of Ries’s other men. It is his last chance. DO OR DIE. He charges on Nikolas, and he steps to his left at the last second as the culprit drops on his shoulder. 

Nikolas loves to play. He wanted to see the potential in his enemy, wear him to shreds and then kill him. Call it his sadism, he wouldn't fight the nickname. 

Nikolas kicks his leg out, tripping Jacob which brings a whimsical smile on his features. The latter lands on his face, sliding in the puddle of blood and the Night Eagle men holler. 

“Tell me, Jacob. Just how bad do you want to die?” Nikolas asks and hears his men sadistically laugh. An audience is always needed to liven the eccentric spirit in him. He is a monster who did not know the two words excuse and exempt.

“Your fellow brothers must witness your tragic death on their phone screens. Otherwise, it doesn’t give me the satisfaction of killing you.” Ries calls in a waggish tone.

Jacob gets to his feet and spins around to face Ries. Growling, he shows him his teeth before charging on him again. 

This time, Ries didn't move out of the way. Instead, he meets him head-on with his fist. The blow knocks him back, and blood flies from his mouth. 

Nikolas’s knuckles split from the force. Lifting his hand to his mouth, he licks the blood and rains off them. “Tastes like victory,” he mocks, his eyes sparkled with mirth and lips covered with blood depicting the sort of devil he is!

Wiping the blood from his busted face, Jacob stumbles, eyes blinking rapidly. “You …” he chokes out. 

“Ries, the gang leader of Night Eagles. That’s the name you should recall before your death.” He spoke with the choler.

His forearm hits Jacob’s Adam’s apple, knocks him off his feet, flat on his back. He rolls over onto his side, coughing and grabbing at his throat. Nikolas takes the chance and kicks him in the face. Blood gushes from his now broken nose. 

Nikolas goes on his knees, straddling him. His hands wrap around his throat, cutting off the air. 

Jacob’s hands slap Ries’s arms, feet kick, and hips buck underneath him, but he doesn’t have a chance to survive. As Nikolas’s grip tightens, his eyes bulge. “You can't beat me,” Ries growls. “When a mob lord fights, he fights to the end.”

Nikolas takes the shiny black metal instrument from his pocket to put an end to Jacob when his minion runs in and gushes, “sir here is an emergency information for you.”

Nikolas opened the neatly pasted manila envelope written in beautiful cursive writing, “the procedure was successful, she is pregnant.”

The next day Nikolas’s driver Edward was waiting outside Savannah's apartment to pick Juliet to Nikolas’s penthouse. He was ready to do anything to have Juliet give birth to his baby.

From the day he entered the mafia Nikolas knew he was sailing close to the wind. He didn't need a family to increase his weaknesses and give a chance to his enemies to have a higher hand over him. Thus he was in search of an intelligent high fertility woman to work as a surrogate. In this way he would stay away from responsibility and at the same time have an heir to Ries Incorporation. And that's when Mollie came into the picture.

She told Mrs Mary Ries’s assistant that they are in urgent need of money and her sister is ready to take the test of artificial insemination. 

When Juliet came for her routine gyno appointment, she was tested and the reports delivered that she had a high fertility ratio. Thus on the same day she was drugged and IntraUterine Insemination was performed on her.

No sooner Nikolas came to know he was going to be a father, his happiness touched the sky. The insider information  was that the surrogate was in great need of money and had a high fertility ratio.  She is young which means the chances of abortion were low. As a sugary top she is doing her bachelor's in medicine, that means she is intelligent too. The girl had every quality he needed in his surrogate. As a final point, the sample belonged to none other than Juliet Greenfield, the girl for whom he had been searching with a sieve all around the country. What made her in need of such huge ransom? Nikolas was intrigued.

Present:

“Tell the driver that I'm not available at home.” Juliet told Savannah who in turn looked at her like she had grown two heads.

“But how long will you be able to hide from him? Nikolas Ries does nothing but makes his enemy piss in his pants. While you are a naive medical student, I would suggest you better face the challenge in convincing him to set you free than run away from him.” Savannah advised Juliet.

Savannah was getting her knickers in a twist. “Do you think he will be convinced that I was framed in this dirty game by my step sister? He paid her one million dollars. Why would he part with that money? I can't pay him back his dues and also do not want to be his pimp. The best thing for me at the present is to run away.”

Savannah rubbed a hand on Juliet’s back. “This is all a bloody plan of Mollie. She should be killed for all this. If she wanted to take Collins that is another thing but she shouldn’t have involved you with the mafia.”

Juliet insisted on Savannah. “Mollie will anyhow reap the fruit of her sin. Please manage with that man at the door for just two days. My visa and passport formalities are almost done. And then he will not be able to track me anymore. I don't want my children even to be in the shadow of the mafia. Nikolas fathering my child is a far gone issue.”