Chapter 70: Chapter: 70

NICKLAUS

Matt had parked the car a little distance away from Juliette's family home. The Petersens were rich and, just like the Montgomerys, came from old money.

I know from my visits over the years that no one lives in the mansion except an old lady who comes once in a while to clean it.

Juliette had lost her mother when she was in high school. I heard she had cancer. Barely a year later, her father had died of a heart attack.

As far as I know, she doesn't have any siblings. I know the ins and outs of the place from the time I visited with her. I suspect Andrea and Meredith were kept in the basement near the back entrance.

Drew and Juliette had been busy sucking each other's faces. Anthon, Greg, and Alex had used that opportunity to get inside the house undetected, though they knew to watch out for hired guns. I know they have people inside watching over their captives.

After they got inside, I waited for Drew and Jules to get inside. Soon, they got out of the car and walked inside holding each other's hands. It's now or never. I checked out my gun. I had four bullets. Logan passed me another gun, which was fully loaded. I tucked it inside my inner jacket pocket.

Then we got out and followed them, leaving Matt in the car just in case. They were so lost in their world, probably because they thought they had won.

We weren't able to stop Lara from marrying Jake. By the time we saw the video, it was already too late, though I knew the history between Andrea, Luke, and Jake. I also know he was bad news and had ulterior motives for entering Lara's life, which Jules had known or might even have planned.

But why target Lara? Lara was a billionaire in her own right. They probably did it for the money, but Jules must have done it to get back at her for seeing who she really was. A conniving bitch.

I had sent Crow and Lexi to intercept them, on their way to the airport, before that fucker takes Lara to some bullshit honeymoon.

Now, I only need to make these two admit to their crimes. My jaw ticks with the overwhelming urge to do violence.

They were barely inside the door before they started kissing each other. They walked backward and fell over the couch, still kissing, and started stripping each other.

I have no plans to wait and watch them fuck each other. Not that they would get the chance ever again.

“Now, this I did not expect,” I drawled, my hands in my pocket as I rounded the couch they were on. Logan pointed his gun at them, his back to the wall in case anyone came in.

They jump apart, their hands up, their frightened eyes on the gun Logan had trained on them.

“Fuck! Nicklaus?! How…Why…are you? How are you here?”

“Oh, I followed you. See, I smelled something fishy; it turned out it was you two." My face was hard, my voice merciless. Drew gulped loudly, his hands still up in the air.

“Nicklaus, it's not what you think.” I cock my head, looking him straight in the eyes. Fully knowing my face might be the last face he ever saw.

“Hmm, how so? Please enlighten me, Drew. I would like to hear this.”

“Ca…can I at least zip up my pants?”

“Please, straighten up your clothes, but make no mistake, you make one wrong move, and I will be staring down the hole in your dead eyes.”

They quickly righted their disheveled clothes. Their shocked faces as they watched Logan, afraid he might pull the trigger without warning.

“Now that we are all decent, why don't you explain to me when all this began?”

“This is the first time I swear, it was a mistake…” Drew said. My eyes glanced at Juliette, and the calculating, stubborn look in her eyes.

“Juliette, my dear wife, shouldn't you be trying to convince me, explaining to me, swearing that it was a mistake. Begged me for forgiveness and made me believe you've never cheated on me and that this was the first time, etc., etc.?”

Her shoulders went back defensively, and her voice was arrogant when she replied.

“Why should I? So, you have the right to fuck your whore right under my nose because you're the mighty Nicklaus Montgomery, and I don't have the right to fuck another man? Is that what you are saying?” She lifted her chin up.

“Well, I won't beg your forgiveness, dear husband, and no, this is definitely not the first time I've fucked Drew.” My brow arched. Now we're getting somewhere.

“Juliette, what the fuck are you doing?” Drew whispered furiously.

“Oh, please, let her speak her mind. I am honestly curious when all of these began and how long it's been going on?”

Juliette smiles haughtily. She had put down her hands and had folded one over her chest while the other stroked her lips.

“Oh Nicklaus, don't tell me you're jealous? Because it's already too late for us, there's no going back now, is there? To answer your question, Drew and I have always been together.

Actually, he was the one who sent me to you. It was supposed to be a bad prank, but something changed. Drew saw an opening for something more, and we decided to go for it.” I nodded. This was something I already knew.

“Shut the fuck off, Juliette! Bitch, have you finally lost it?” Drew yelled angrily.

“Logan, shoot Drew in the leg, and if he speaks again without my permission, blow his brains out.”

“No, no, no, wait! Nicklaus, you can't kill me, I'm your fucking brother!” Logan aimed for his left leg and fired. Drew fell down screaming, his hands on his wounded leg. Footsteps sounded outside before rushing inside the living room. I quickly withdrew my Glock and fired three shots.

Each bullet for each guy. Before they could even point their gun at me, their dead bodies slumped to the ground.

“No, you're not my brother, and yes, I can fucking kill.” I turned my eyes on Juliette, the crazy bitch, gritting her teeth like she wanted to attack me, her body trembling, but her eyes were still defiant.

“So all these years we've been together first as friends and later as a married couple. Have you ever felt anything for me? Then I guess it is my money you were after, right?” She threw her head back and laughed. Delightedly, with the feigned hurt in my voice and face.

“Aww, Nicklaus, did that hurt you? Did your cold, dark little heart ache? Well, you fucking deserve it, you hurt me too, you know. And you were wrong: at first, we were after the money, but somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you and only craved your love in return.” Her voice softened, her expression sad.

“I was ready to leave Drew and our plans for you. All I wanted was for you to love me back, but you couldn't do that, could you?” she shouts, near hysterical.

“Your indifference towards me for years, while I hoped and waited for you, finally snapped me out of those wretched emotions and reminded me of why I was in your life from the start. I decided if I can't have your love, then I'm going to take everything you ever care about from you.”

“Is that why you tried on numerous occasions to kill me and why you kidnapped Meredith?” I asked in a deadly voice.

“No, that wasn't me. That was all, Drew.”

“Shut the fuck up, you dumb bitch,” Drew grunted under his breath, still groaning in pain from his bleeding leg.

“Andrew, your turn. I want to know why you kidnapped your own kid sister. No matter how I think of it, it doesn't make sense. If it's money you want, why not ask for ransom?”

Drew glared at me with such hatred that I wondered how he'd manage to hide it from everyone. He was stubbornly clamping his mouth.

“Logan, if in three seconds Drew does not open his mouth, I want you to shoot him between the eyes.”

“Gladly, boss,” Logan deadpanned.

“I never intended to kidnap Meredith, shit just happened. That day two years ago, I went to see Victoria, and Jules had also gone there to pick up Natalie. Victoria was not around; she'd gone out with Nat. And Meredith was leaving for school.

I thought she had already left. Jules and I were alone except for Richard. So Jules and I, you know–we had sex, and we were talking about how…how?” Drew hesitated.

“Speak the fuck up, or Logan splatter your brain right this second. And you bitch sit your ass down, don't think I'm not keeping my eyes on you.” I pointed to the seat closest to Drew, and Juliette sat down, sweating profusely.

“What were you talking about?”

Nicklaus, you can fucking kill me, but I don't fucking regret killing that miserable bastard, Meredith heard me talking about how I killed our father. Theodore didn't die from a hit-and-run. I ran him over. I was the truck driver. I didn't want Meredith to go to the cops or for any of you to know, so I kidnapped her, and Jules helped me hide her.”

I didn't feel sad about Drew murdering Theodore; that bastard had it coming, he was an abusive father and husband, and a bad son. Theodore was just a bad person, the worst. I knew his kind.

They kick, and when you're down, they'll stomp you to make themselves feel like they were stronger and more powerful than you. So I don't give a shit about his death, but kidnapping Meredith that I care about.

“What about Jake and Luke?” I growled, " I’m going to make those two fuckers hurt for what they did to Andrea.

“Jake is Jules' cousin. He and Luke are both drug dealers and swindlers of rich single women.” fuckers! These people are so screwed up in the head. I'm not one to judge anyone, but well, nobody shit with what's mine.

My decision was made. I know in the minutes we've been here, Anthon and Greg must have already escaped with the girls.

Jules must have read the end was near for them because she stood up, trembling, as tears and mascara trailed down her face; she flung herself at me, crying hysterically.

“Nicklaus, please, you can't kill me, we have a daughter together. I'm sorry I made a mistake, please don't kill me. I promise I will leave and never bother you again…”

She was crying all over me; a part of me felt pity for her, so I decided to see what she was going to do.

Her hand reached behind my pants and tugged the gun I'd tucked there. Then she flew back, putting distance between us.

“Got you! Now tell Logan to put down his gun before I shoot you,” she said and pointed the gun at me. I shake my head with disappointment.

I almost gave her a chance because of Natalie, and this bitch thinks she's outsmarted me. It's really sad.

“God! Woman, I fucking love you,” Drew said, laughing. Jules smiled was smug. I took a step towards her, and she took one back.