N I K L A U S ' s P O V
When I heard something fall outside my room, my heart skipped a beat. For the first time in a long time, I felt what felt like fear.
Who was it outside?
I hoped not her. I hoped not her.
Raising my hand, I asked Armand to stop, my eyes firm. I had been listening to him doubting and questioning my abilities for a while silently now respecting his age and position around me, but I wouldn't stand and watch him question me as their boss. As the mafia boss.
I had been nothing but ferocious and sincere to everything it asked of me, falling into the abyss of what it made me to be with open arms. And if the one thing I did for myself, having the baby and Juliet around bothers them, then they could go to hell with it.
But that was not my priority any more. It was thi
