I dressed even though the only thing that I ever wanted to run away, very far away from where there was no link to the mafia. But I doubt Zachary would ever let me go away this easily.
He would make sure to make his men follow my butt until they find me and drag back to him. Ironically, if I get back he won’t even do anything to me. He will only put me into house arrest.
Strange! As much strange this sounds but that man never put his hands on me let alone harass me. So, as I had eavesdropped beforehand in that strange room, I got to know that there is a man named Nicholas who wants me dead and Zachary is trying to find him but in the same way, he is even trying to protect me.
“Why is he protecting me?” I wondered.
I was sure, one and hundred percent sure that he wasn’t involved anything but romantically with me. Sure, he saved me but it was only because he was trying to save but my question is why?
And what does all this has to do with him forcefully marrying me, killing Emmett in the process?
How is Emmett related to all this?
I sighed and reprimanded myself for thinking any longer. I would surely end up with a burst vein in my brain if I think any longer about that callous man. Zachary. I don’t understand why that man has to be so hard, secretive, protective and mysterious.
I doubt he would ever open his mouth on all this. But the fact that he agreed to let me even meet my father surprised me. Never had I ever imagined that he would come forward and tell me that ‘I will let you meet your father. But Behave!’
What does he mean by behaving?
I’m not a dog that I will just sit and stand up only by the flick of his fingers. And have I ever denounced him in front of anyone? Ever?
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I was wearing a half sleeve short red dress for the party with red stilettos. I wanted something comfortable for the small welcome party hence I didn’t want to wear any gown or anything that would stick to my skin.
Everything in my life was somewhat suffocating and the only thing that I could do was to at least wear a dress which would let me breathe comfortably. Moreover, I wanted to know about Zachary’s grandfather. I wanted to know how his rest of his family was.
I wasn’t sure if his mother knew anything about his other side or not but his father. There was something about Gale that made suspicious. The way he talked, the way he walked and sometimes I even heard him talk on his phone. His tone was same as Zachary. Commanding and demanding. Though he was always friendly and sweet to me, yet I just couldn’t get myself trust him. It was like I knew what it was but the thing was I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
I bet Zachary’s grandfather would be nothing like him. Seeing the preparations for him, the colors and the flowers, I sense he must be a welcoming person in general.
I made my way out and went towards the living. Everything was ready and people of the house were eagerly waiting for mom and him to arrive.
I looked around for Zachary. Cosmina told me earlier that he will be here before they arrive and that made me wonder where in the world is he?
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you searching for him?” I heard my inner voice mocking me.
I rubbed my arm and bit down on my lips. I saw Cosmina wearing a beautiful blue bodycon dress with high heels dressed up perfectly and see was talking on her phone which I probably guessed maybe Zachary?
“Again Zachary!” my inner voice mocked.
I grew impatient on this and decided upon gulping down water for I was feeling thirsty all of a sudden. It’s not like I was nervous or something for I was meeting his grandfather for the first time. It was that I was careless. I wasn’t dressed to impress nor was I hoping that his grandfather would like me.
I spotted a small water filter kept on the table across the room and I made my way to there to drink the water.
I took a glass and filled it water when I heard everyone cheering and clapping.
“General?” I thought.
Everyone scurried to the front door and the place was crowded, yet I chose to drink the water first before presenting myself before him. It will be awkward if I squeak before him like a squirrel because of thirst.
So hurriedly, I gulped down the water but I could still feel thirsty. I filled the glass for the second time and I was just going to drink the water when my eyes glanced towards the front gate.
Literally, my hands began to tremble in fear as I looked at the man who was supposed to me Zachary’s grandfather. Mom and dad were standing next to him with a smile on their face while others surrounded them shooting them with questions.
But my blood dried up my face when I recognized the man. The fear that I felt was unfathomable. I knew I was right as I looked at him, again and again trying to deny the fact that he wasn’t whom I am imagining right now to be.
“Avim Ben Gon?” his name came out like a whisper from my mouth and I felt the glass slipping from my hands. The glass fell down on the floor shattering into pieces and between all those commotions before anybody could notice me I scurried my way out towards the corridor away from the living room.
I was running now. Literally, running wearing those damn stilettos and before I could comprehend what happened, I tumbled down on the ground face plant.
Still, I didn’t stop, I crawled on my butt kicking my legs in the air like a maniac until I propped up on my elbows and then stood back on my feet. I was scared as hell and as well as determined to get away.
Any normal person in my place would do that. I saw the most ruthless man ever that existed in this world.
“Avim Ben Gon” I muttered horrified as I ran across the corridor and towards a door which I believed would take me to the backside of the house.
“He is alive?” the words merely came out of my mouth in disbelief.
I huffed and panted once I was out of the house. I leaned against the door and pulled my hair.
Avim Ben Gon was the mafia leader who was killed by the police in a public meet.
“Killed? Really?” I thought as I recalled seeing his face just a few second ago under the same roof.
Never in a billion years, I would have thought I would ever come face to face with him, a murderer, a criminal, a rapist, the sole reason of people attempting suicide, attacks, bomb blasts, trafficking and what not.
“Oh my god!” I screamed petrified.
I felt my heart beat beating tremendously against my chest.
“Is all this that happened to me not enough for you?” I screamed on God.
“If you are there then please tell me, what did I ever do to ge-” I stopped mid-sentence when I heard a gunshot followed by a person’s muffled screaming.
Still petrified, I walked cautiously through the bush and hid myself and then I spotted just a few feet away from my location, Zachary standing with his gun pointing towards a man crunched down on his knee before him.
Zachary mercilessly shot the man in the head and immediately I screamed. I screamed petrified, horrified to see the man laying limp on the ground and I recognized the man from earlier who was chained in that room.
All of their eyes were on me. Zachary narrowed his gaze at me and immediately he spotted me inside the bush.
“Get her!” he commanded his boys and they all nodded coming towards me.
“No! No! No!” I screamed and jumped out of the bush and the next thing I knew was I was running with them following me. I ran as fast as I can with those shoes still on and occasionally tripping and stumbling on the grass but maintained a pace as I ran away from all those murderers.
“No! Let me go!” I screamed once I felt a man holding me by my wrist stopping me from running.
I thrashed against his hold and tried to punch him but another man interfered by holding my another arm.
“Let me go!” I screamed with tears pooling my eyes. I screamed and thrashed wanting to be set free.
“Why? Why? Why?” I sobbed but still didn’t stop wriggling and thrashing around to loosen their hold on me.
“Juliette!” I stopped more like froze on my spot when I saw Zachary walking towards me. But the only thing that I noticed was the gun that he was holding.
It was dark but the only thing which made us easier to see was the light from the house windows.
“No! Don’t come near me,” I cried and struggled to get myself free.
“Juliette!” he said but I screamed scared that he might hurt me now.
He raised his hand in which he was holding the gun. I thought that he was going to shoot me but when I screamed and literally begged to let me go I noticed something extraordinary in his eyes. He looked calm as always not even bothered by the surrounding or even the people that were holding me.
He gave the gun to a man standing near me and he took it and kept it back into his jacket.
“Juliett-” Zachary begun but I cut him off.
“N-No! S-Stay a-way fro-m me” I managed to utter and at this, I didn’t quite decipher his look.
He looked hurt, but then confused and all of a sudden determined.
“Juliette listen to m-” he said but yet again I cut him off.
“Let me go! Why are you doing all this to me? What did I ever do?” I screamed.
“I saw Avim Ben Gon. H-He was supposed to be dead but here he is. Is he your grandfather? What else is left to-” he stopped me when immediately he came forward and held my arm and snatched them from the people who were holding me beforehand.
“Leave!” he told them and in a second they were gone.
“Let me go!” I screamed and winced when he folded my arms on my back holding me in my place close go him. Being, this much close to him made me even more panicked than I already was which made me struggle to save my life from him.
“Calm down,” he said and I couldn’t believe him.
“Let me go” I struggled against his hold but all my actions were going into vain.
“Damn you, Zachary! Let me g-” my words were cut in my throat when I felt his lips on mine.