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?

shy person, but saying it out loud makes me

he is one second away

“My virginity,” I mutter.

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 no to him when he asked me out. I was afraid of what my father would do if he ever found out about Alekos. He barely let me attend that high school anyways. He only agreed because

me was torture. I wanted to say yes, I wanted to be his girlfriend and be free to love him, but once again, I said

and I were supposed to be enemies, not love each

started to pay more attention to me, and I was scared something would happen to Alekos if anyone found out. So, I buried

hurt. It hurt so much that I cried for weeks. Then he

lowers his eyes to my chest—his

that don’t have big boobs. It always made me self-conscious, especially in high school, when boys had eyes only for girls with great bodies. Alekos liked them

high school. What makes you think I am interested in

grab onto. But I am not ready to give up. Not yet, at least. “Because I remember a time when you would

I am up for sale, making me feel like I am not good enough for him. The women that usually appear with him in

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

not interested in f ucking you. Nor helping you.” He turns his back to

I blew it. A lump forms in 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 cry of defeat. “I hope Carlos de la Torre won’t torture me before killing me. Pain

blink of an eye, he is upon me, his chest glued to my back, his hand gripping my

Say?” he clips

claimed it was an accident, but 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

of your business. You said you are not interested in helping me.” When he doesn’t let go

spins me around, his hands grabbing my shoulders hard. My purse falls next to me. “What

does he act like he suddenly

temperature has dropped inside the office. For a moment, his eyes flash red. Probably some trick of

Now!” he orders me when

between Carlos and me. But I can’t, I won’t marry him. You know what he

you came to me and hoped that by letting me f uck you, I would protect you from that sadi st.” He sounds disgusted. Maybe I

frank with me, but if I don’t speak with Alekos…. A lump forms in my throat, and I swallow hard. “This is an emergency. Mr. Alekos is the only one who can help me!” My voice c racks, and my vision becomes blurry. I don’t usually cry in front of other people, but I might do it

looks at me, and something flickers in her gaze—pity. “What did he do? Got you pregnant? If that is the case, it is

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

tears still pooling in my eyes, I lie. “Yes. I am expecting his baby, and I am not going away until I speak with

up the phone. “Mr. Alekos, a

loudly that

winches. “She told me her name

cold, flat tone gives me the impression that he is not lying. The ba st ard forgot me. But I’ll be dam

her. Call

“Yes, Mr. Raptou.”

ch it away from her. Before she can stop me or

is silent for a moment but then says something that makes me want to

me, and after giving