Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Juliet

Savannah couldn't stand her friend in tears. She went out and told Edwards that Juliet wasn't home.

He looked at her awkwardly. Guessing by his looks Savannah was almost sure he didn't buy her lie. But subsequently to her relief, he drove away taking her information to his master.

Half an hour later, Nikolas was in Savannah’s entrance in the Avatar of a raged devil. “Savannah I know you are watching me through the peephole and I also know you lied to my driver. If you want me to behave with you civilly, you better open the door. Otherwise I have many other options which you would not like to witness.

Savannah’s face lost its color after she heard Nikolas. She knew the sort of asshole he can be. Better not meddle with a monster. Not saying a boo, she opened the door.

As they went face to face, Nikolas pushed her aside and walked in. 

“Hey where are you going? You can't walk into my house without my permission.” 

She still possessed the guts to counter him. Nikolas did not like her choice of words. Nobody dared to question him. They only listen. He would drive her up the wall to counter his decision. But that was a choice for another day. In the present he needs to deal with the situation in hand. Juliet is carrying his child, the heir of Ries Industries. There is no way he was going to set her free.

“Permission? You lost claiming that respect once you lied to my driver.” He pushed aside the curtains in search of Juliet in case she was hiding behind them. Suddenly he bent down and his eyes were under the cot. 

“Tell your friend not to play games with me. Because when I start playing nobody can play better than me. I know the sort of a brat Juliet can be. Tell her to be in my office tomorrow sharp by nine. Otherwise you know the outcome.” His eyes were profound on her with a tone that hinted not to meddle.

Savannah shivered under his feral gaze. “I will tell her once she is at home.” Her voice was weak, not more than a whisper. But the lucky thing was Nikolas could hear her.

“Good, that is the reply I expect from you.” 

***

As soon as Juliet reached home, Savannah told her everything about Nikolas and his blow of anger upon her. “I am sorry Savannah.” Juliet felt the guilt of subjecting her friend to the monsterity of the mob boss. An obstruction rose in her throat due to panic. This was her shit and she needed to sort it out on her own. 

“You can't fight him. That's clear to me now after he visited my house. You can only deal with tact. All the best.” Savannah hugged her wishing the best.

Half an hour later she was looking down at her royal blue shift dress, hands tucked underneath her thighs, crossing and uncrossing her feet, encased in matching blue pumps. She was tense is an understatement.

Juliet slowly became aware of the atmosphere in the opulent but terrorizing room. A man with a burly physique stood a few feet away looking ahead with a revolver tucked to his waist band. He was probably a bodyguard. She wondered how much the Mafia invested towards security. This wasn't a place she was supposed to be. Her stomach churned with the evoking.

Studying the small tightly gathered group who were standing chatting, her conscience had been acute at the sight of one man. He stood slightly apart from the rest and reeked dominance, which just screamed for her attention. 

His large masculine frame was almost Greek God like, her mom would have described him as built like a brick outhouse, and she stifled a gulp. Seriously? What the hell was wrong with her? She was just there to request Nikolas Ries to set her free. 

Honestly, an emotional wreck should have been hung on a sign around her neck! If not for the child growing in her, Juliet would have taught this guy a good lesson for messing with her at the wrong time. She was not going to abort the child though it was purely an incident that she did not imagine to happen even in her dream. 

Resuming her study, she looked back at him; the broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, creating the perfect V shape. His hair was almost black, and he had a deep cleft chin. His lips were sinful looking, full and heart shaped. Not the sort of lips a man should have. A Greek God encased in a suit; it didn’t get any better in her frenzy mind about how oracular he was. Looks can be misleading and he was an apt example of it. For the striking looks he possessed he was completely opposite from within.

Savannah would kick her if she knew she called him attractive. For the man who had destroyed her life and broken her engagement with the guy she loved with this deceptive pregnancy, he is far away from being personable. 

She really needed to get a grip on her senses and remind herself exactly what she was there for. No one in their right mind would want to exchange places with Juliet, having been framed to a surrogacy contract. 

She had first noticed him when he had made the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention. Her mind lost control. She remembers raising her left hand and rubbing at her neck, beneath her long brown hair. 

Then she continued to stare. He was the man in command giving orders to his men. The way his hands moved and eyes locked with the men around him reeked dominance, power and rule. 

From ten feet away, he had slowly shifted his gaze from the men to her, and from the moment her eyes had fallen into his emerald green pools, they had been held captive. She is trapped.