Her Volkovs #Book 3

Chapter 15

Belle's POV

"Baby...youre really making this hard for me. If you don't want my throbbing cock in between your legs,

you better be done with your plan, asap."

His voice is deep and hoarse, I did not hear a hint of humor on his tone. So I took a dive and bit him on

his neck so friggin hard to the point that Artan winced and groan in pain.

Oh my god! That felt so amazing! It's like having an orgasm without actually having sexual intercourse.

It's weird but is feels so damn right.

I looked down in embarrasment, doing my best not to meet Artan's eyes. I bit my lower lip and curled

my hair to the back of my ear.

I leaned to the side to take an ice cube from the other compartment where the bottles of liquor are

displayed. I wrapped the ice cube with Artan's hanky and placed it on the now blood red bite mark on

his neck.

"I'm sorry Artan. I can't help it. Forgive me." I said wrapping my arms around his neck as I speak.

His answer was to insert his hand under my dress right in the middle of the slit. I hit his hand

immediately, it made a crisp slapping sound.

The crazy man soft chuckled, "Okay, I will forgive you if...."

I removed myself from the embrace and looked him in his eyes while squinting,"If?"

"You let me kiss you." He answered, no removing his arms around me.

"Fine, just one kiss."

It's just one kiss, compared to the damage I have cause this man I decided, why not. "Okay."

Without hesitation he leaned forward and connected his lips to mine. I reciprocated his kiss and leaned

forward it made Artan rest his back on the leather seat. When I removed my lips from him, a chuckle

escaped my mouth instantly because my dark red lipstick stained Artan's mouth, he actually looks

funny. The Albanian Mob Boss with smudged lipstick on him is so damn cute.

"What?" He crinkled his eyebrows, looking all puzzled by my reaction.

"The lipstick looks good on you Artan."

He shook his head with a tiny smile on his face. I removed the stain from his mouth gently using my

fingers, the crazy man still manages to plant kisses on my hand in between wipes.

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Moments later, our convoy pulled over at a familiar looking mansion. This is where Alexei's birthday

party was held. This is the exact mansion where that night happened. The night I finally lost my virginity

to Nikolai.

I am now sitting right next to Artan, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it, sensing my sudden change

in mood.

"Hey...just say the word and we will be out of this place immediately."

I am tempted to take Artan's heed and just retreat back, but I figured this will be the best time to end

the war going on between him and Nikolai. Matushka is here and perhaps she can help me settle the

two Mafia Bosses, to stop this senseless violence going on so that I can finally move on with my life

and focus back in rearing this baby inside me.

I have done some thinking and the best way of moving forward is to leave New York for good. After this

mess I have made clears up, I am going home to my parents and come clean. It would take a lot of

courage and some swallowing of my pride to once again face my father and admit to his face that he

was right all along, that going to the U.S was a mistake from the very beginning.

As for this baby, I honestly don't know what to do next. Maybe my parents will accept me back or

maybe I will cause my Father's sudden heart failure if he knows that I got knocked up by the Boss of

the Russian Mafia. It scares me a lot just by thinking about it.

"Artan, can you promise me one thing?" I squeezed his hand back and looked him in his eyes.

"What is it baby?"

"Promise me that you will take care of Aria and you will lessen your smoking and drinking? If I get to

clean up this mess tonight, you and Nikolai will go back to the way you used to be before I even

entered the picture or at least you will try to go back to being friends and stop killing each other."

"Why are you saying this?"

"I just want to make sure that everything is alright before I leave for Palawi." Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"No. Youre not leaving! If this is because of what I do.."

"Artan please..." I interrupted him. "I'm doing this for me and my baby. I have already made up my

mind. Okay? Let's go inside, I'm sure Matushka is already waiting for us."

Artan still looked unconvinced. He slinged his gun to his back before getting out of the limo. Artan's

men have already got out of their SUVs and are waiting for us outside.

The moment I stepped out, the cool breeze instantly hit my body, causing chills to run down my spine. I

took a deep breath before clipping my hand around Artan's arm.

There are already familiar looking Russian men at the entrance of the mansion, standing and looking

all so serious. Some are wearing black leather jackets and some are in their suits. Most of them are

smoking and standing upright while looking at our entourage. They have guns slinged on their sides

and backs.

We are headed towards the back of the mansion where there's a swimming pool and a beautifully

landscaped garden. There's a really huge white tent with small lights the size of chestnuts around it.

There are already some people in the open air tent. A band is playing in the background and they are

all wearing white suits and dresses, one of the lead singer started singing the next song at the exact

moment we neared the tent.

I had a way then losing it all on my own

I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown

And I am not sleeping now, the dark is too hard to beat

And I'm not keeping now the strength I need to push me

We stepped inside the tent and instantly saw the man who possesses the most magnetic and

electrifying charm of them all.

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone

You shine it when I'm alone

And so I tell myself that I'll be strong

And dreaming when they'r gone.

Nikolai Vyacheslav Volkov, the Russian Mafia Boss himself.

'Cause they're calling , calling, calling me home

Calling, calling, calling home

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone

You shine it when I'm alone.

In an instant, my heart sarted beating an abnormal pace. This feeling is too familiar. It's like a rewind of

the first time I saw him. My first love and the man who first claimed my body. The father of my baby.

He is standing a few feet away from the band, holding in his hand a glass of drink, looking straight at

me and Artan.

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Nikolai's POV

She cut her hair. My Arabella cut her hair.

And to fucking rub salt in the fucking wound, she's with the bastard I itch to drown in a pool of acid and

bury alive a thousand feet below the ground.

There's no one to blame but my stupid indiscretion. I shouldnt have let her go. Now that bastard is all

over her. I can't wait to shoot that fucker in the face.

My beautiful Belle, the mother of my first child. I have always known that she will be the death of me, I

never thought it would be this soon.

Squeezing tight the glass I'm holding, I gaze at her, already thinking to nab my baby home with me and

subdue her in between my knees.

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Belle's POV

"My princess Belle!"

It's Matushka Irene. She's wearing a grey and classy empire cut dress. Her brunette hair is tied with

pearls in a loose pony tail. She undeniably looks classy.

She opened her arms to embrace me as she approaches our direction. She hugged me tightly, and I

hugged her back.

"Matushka, I miss you."

She removed herself from the embrace and inspected me from head to foot.

"My dear princess, I am so glad you came."

She held both my arms and looked down to my tummy. She gently ran her palm on my abdomen. Her

eyes slowly filled with tears. She covered her mouth as she tries to supress a sob.

"Matushka..."

"Forgive me sweet princess, I'm just....I'm happy. We are having a tiny little Volkov soon. It's

overwhelming! Vyacheslav would have been very proud if that romantic demon is still alive today."

It's really amazing how the people around us believe without a doubt that this baby is a Volkov but the

father of the baby himself thinks the absolute opposite.

I myself am starting to tear up but I tried so hard to hold back my emotion. Little did she know that she

wont be able to see this baby anymore. I am going home to Palawi and I'm gonna make sure that

nobody from the Volkov family nor anyone from New York will see me and the little one, ever.

My father can make that happen and I'm going to ask him to make that happen. Even if pa is not

running the country anymore, his power and influence remained. I am assured of my privacy all through

out my pregnancy. I just have to survive his wrath first.

Matushka shifted her attention to Artan. She instantly embraced him gently. Matushka looks at Artan

with pure adoration so as Artan to her. She kissed Artan's forehead whith tears on her eyes.

"Okay, so since everybody is here, I will have the dinner served. And oh by the way princess, youre not

allowed to drink even just a drop of wine understood?"

I smiled at her and nodded in response. I can see from the corner of my eye that Nikolai and Alexei are

both gazing at our direction. I looked up at Artan and I noticed that he's looking at them as well. I pulled

my hand from his arm a little bit to grab his attention.

"Artan..."

He just flashes a smile at me in response.

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Amy's POV

Oh my friggin god! This party is the friggin bomb! The Ultra Boss and Extra Boss are both looking at the

Albanian Mob Boss like they want to rip his head off of his neck. Gosh! If only looks could kill. Ahhhhhh!

I can just imagine what those Volkov boys are thinking right now. This is just the most nerve racking

party I have ever been to!

Mr. Suave Artan looks like he has won the friggin mega jackpot by just the fact that B is on his side. He

is obviously displaying her to the world, telling everyone that he has won against the Russian Mafia

Bosses.

If there's one person who's not winning in this situation, it's none other than my bestfriend. She

obviously looked the most uncomfortable. She looks like she's suffering from constipation or

something. Poor pregers. I would not wish to be in her shoes right now.

The round table has nametags on top, designating the assigned seats. I should be seated right next to

B to my right while Alexei is to my left.

To B's right is Artan while Artan is next to Irene the bad ass woman I hope to get to know better, while

Nikolai and Alexei are next to Irene.

Well this is awkward.

The size of the table is just enough for Nikolai and B to be right across each other, it's quite amazing

how this party was perfectly planned.

The other men, including my brother, Dardan, Adnan and the rest of the Russian boys, including Yuri

and Boris are on the other tables already having a few drinks. They don't look like they are smiling

though, perhaps they are already plotting how to kill each other if things go south later on.

I glanced at my bestfriend and boy she's already burning red. I mean who wouldnt? Nikolai, the Ultra

Boss is looking at her non-stop, like he's stripping my bestfriend's clothes off one by one. Geeez....the

Ultra Boss looks like a psychopath. A very hot and sexy, bad boy, evil, Billionaire psychopath.

I thought the situation is already amusing enough but then, the band started to play the next song. Oh

my god, wait for it -

Every breath you take

And every move you make

Every bond you break

Every step you take

I'll be watching you

Well the band's timing could not be more perfect than this. Ha! This song is the national anthem of all

psychopaths, it's awesome!