Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

2. Reunion
Angel

“Look, I can’t call Mr. Alekos except for an emergency. He doesn’t like to be disturbed while he is working. Besides, I might get in trouble.”3. Angel
“What is this bull s hit that I got you pregnant?” Alekos snarls.

I want to explain, but he keeps barking at me. “Did you tell anyone about this besides the receptionist?”

I shake my head.

“Good. Because if rumors of me getting a Duke’s daughter pregnant appear in the press, I will kill you!”

I have no doubt he will.

“And now I have to look for a new receptionist.”

I blink. “But why?”

“Because she saw your face. I don’t want to start a war with the Dukes.”

I groan. I should have thought about that.

“Look, I am not here to cause you any trouble.” Alekos doesn’t look convinced. “I only said that because it was the only way to make the receptionist tell you I was looking for you. And please don’t fire her.”

He relaxes but still keeps me caged with his b*dy. “What do you want?” His tone is cold and harsh.

I lower my gaze. Even if he is wearing a shirt, I can see the contour of his well defined muscles. Has he been hitting the gym? “I need your help.”

I wait for him to say something, but he is quiet. Then my gaze finds his, and he laughs. “You are asking for my help? I never thought I would live to see the day.”

I might have told him during our big fight that he is a narcissist that only thinks of himself and that I will never need anything from him.

“What makes you think I want to help you?” he sneers.

Why indeed?

But based on what I have read about him on the internet and the photos I have seen of him and of many women, I know what Alekos loves—S**. All Lords do.

The things I have to do to get out of the city. To get away from Carlos.

I straighten my back, and in a steady voice, I say, “Because I still have the one thing you wanted from me, and I never gave it to you.”

He narrows his eyes. “What thing?”

Is he serious?

been a shy person, but saying it out loud makes me

is one second

“My virginity,” I mutter.

because we didn’t like each other in that way, but because the Lords and the Dukes don’t mingle together. And while the high school was a mixed one, and we could have dated each other in secret, I said

Alekos told me he was in love with me and that not being with me was torture. I wanted to say yes, I wanted to be his girlfriend and be free to love him, but once

were supposed to be

Carlos had already started to pay more attention to me, and I was scared something would happen to Alekos

rejection, Alekos stopped talking to me. It hurt. It hurt so much that

eyes to my chest—his gaze

It always made me self-conscious, especially in high school, when boys had eyes only for girls with great bodies. Alekos

bi tch I met in high school. What makes you think I am interested in f ucking you when I can

grab onto. But I am not ready

inspecting me like I am up for sale, making me feel like I am not good enough for him. The women that usually appear with him in the photos are blond, tall, and

ucking Alekos! I should have known better than to ask the help of a

f ucking you. Nor helping you.” He turns his back to me and heads over to his desk. “Close the

my throat. “I see.” I grip the strap of my purse hard. My nails dig into my palm. “I had hoped that you would help me. But I see now I was wrong.” I turn on my heels, my fingers wrapping around the doorknob. Before I turn it to the right, I let out a

out a loud growl, startling me. In the blink of an eye, he is upon me, his chest glued to my back, his hand gripping my

You. Say?” he clips in

the Lords did not buy it. Dead from one side and the other did not take long to appear in the city after Nikolas’ death. Alekos might claim he doesn’t want to start another war between the Dukes and the Lords, but it had been Carlos that did that ten

not interested in helping me.” When he doesn’t let go

purse falls next to me. “What the f uck did you say

act

as though the temperature has dropped inside the office. For a

he orders me when I

a marriage between Carlos and me. But I can’t, I won’t marry him.

by letting

lump forms in my throat, and I swallow hard. “This is an emergency. Mr. Alekos is the only one who can

is the case, it is best to talk to his lawyer.” She hands me a business card. Written in big, golden letters is the name of

Alekos was on his last day of high school—we didn’t speak that day since we were mad at each other. While I do have friends, I don’t dare to ask them to help me. But Alekos, if he is still the same as in high school, will be my ticket

in my eyes, I lie. “Yes. I am expecting his baby, and I am

a woman is looking for you. She says

so loudly that

winches. “She told me her name is Angelica

woman that goes by the name Angelica.” His cold, flat tone gives me the impression that he is not lying. The ba st ard forgot me.

rid of her. Call

“Yes, Mr. Raptou.”

about to put the phone on the receiver when I snat ch it away from her. Before she can stop me or Alekos can end the phone call, I say, “You might not remember me, but I am sure you know who my

but then says something that makes me want to scream. “Ah, it

takes the phone from me, and after giving me