Her Volkovs #Book 4

Chapter 34

The night after Nikolai and Alexei left Belle with someone whom they trust, back in the safe house.

"She should be awake by now. Why isn't she awake?" Said Artan.

"Her doctor said she just needs rest. Her vitals are stable." Alexei replied while lodging bullets in his

guns.

"You said you would never let anything happen to her. You can protect everyone else around you

except your wife?!" Artan narrowed his eyes on Nikolai.

"You were there. I should be asking you why she almost died beside you." Nikolai shots back at Artan.

He recalls Sergey telling him over the phone that the enemy is closer than he thinks. At the back of

Nikolai's mind however is that Artan would probably go ahead and kill him personally rather than make

Belle suffer. He knows that the Albanian Mob Boss is still in love with his wife.

Artan faced off with Nikolai, "Accuse me all you want Volkov but Belle is the only person in the Russian

Mafia I do not relish being dead."

Axel interrupted, "Hey-can we not do this now? The real enemies are out there planning their next

move while we bicker over who's protecting her. It's not the time to do this. Sergey Yvanislov and the

German mob knew that Belle is under mine and Artan's protections. This is an attack against the whole

Conglomerate and not just the Russians anymore."

"Sergey and the Germans are my problem. I will handle them." Nikolai said as he puts on the holster.

"I can't do that. The other Bosses are waiting for our next move." Axel replied.

"Why don't you just do whatever you want to do with the Conglomerate De Alba? Right now, our wife

almost lost her life and the twins in her womb, we don't have time to play politics." Alexei interrupted.

Axel and Artan glanced at each other as if agreeing that this isn't the right time to insist. The brothers

are enraged and blood is the only answer. Axel thought if this happened to him, his reaction would

have been the same, worse even.

Nikolai and Alexei left for the warehouse where they met with his men. Everyone in the Russian Mafia's

payroll showed up from different parts of New York and other neighboring states. The last time this

happened was when Vyacheslav and Viktor were brutally murdered. Nikolai rose hell in the big city.

The enemies of the Russian Mafia were gathered for torture and those who were lucky enough to

escape abduction were hunted down in pain of having their families slain. It was a merciless killing

spree. This went down as one of the most violent times in modern gang land history.

The Volkov brothers became powerful figures in the underground criminal world following the footsteps

of their fathers and then more. Volkov holdings flourished and became one of the most successful

private investment companies in the whole of the United States of America. While Nikolai handled both

the legitimate business and their underground stakes, Alexei took charge of the Russian Mafia.

Alexei raises his hand signaling everyone in the warehouse. The Russian Mafia boss walked farther

out while his brother stood behind him. "The German mob tried to end the life of my wife and my

unborn children-the future of the Mafiya. And so, the same respect shall be afforded them. I called this

meeting for one reason alone. I want every single member of the German Mob dead before the dawn

breaks. The existence of the Otto family will end tonight in the hands of the Volkov Mafiya." Nikolai

looked over his shoulder to meet Alexei in the eye.

Alexei nods and steps forward, "The Germans know we are coming for them so let us show them what

a bunch of eager motherfuckers we all are. Let this night be a warning to those who think they can

cross the Russian Mafia. As a gift, all sources looted are yours to keep. The Conglomerate will take

care of the clean-up when the job is done."

-

Meanwhile, somewhere in New York City...

Anonymous (talking to Victoria): He is shutting me out of the loop. I have a feeling he suspects me

already. All I know is that the Conglomerate is preparing for a massive clean-up tonight. There's

movement in all the hemispheres covered by the Russians. His gang leaders are all in town. Volkov is

coming for you.

German Mob Boss (snatches the phone from Victoria): You son of a bitch! After what you and that

traitor Sergey and my cunt of a stepmother pulled tonight, you better pray I don't survive this night

because if I do, I am going to gut you and Sergey alive.

Anonymous: Victoria had the balls to do what you were supposed to do Otto. You were warring with the

Russians and yet you were playing nice, waiting for Volkov to change his mind.

German Mob Boss: I had everything under control! I was about to fix the mess that she started in the

Conglomerate meeting!

Anonymous: Victoria knew you were willing to sell her out just to save the German mob. She knew you

were planning on delivering her to the Russians for the truce.

German Mob Boss: She dragged us all in this situation. She was the one who started it all. So she had

to suffer and not me or my brothers and the mob.

Anonymous: If I were you, I will put all that energy into making sure that you and your little brothers are

out of New York as soon as possible. Volkov is as coldblooded as he is a crazy man Otto. He will not

let this night pass doing nothing.

Otto ended the call, clenching his jaw. He came over to his brothers ages six and eight who are

sleeping on the couch with their toys beside them. He glowered at Victoria who is now smoking from

afar. Her hands are shaking, body trembling while waiting anxiously.

~

Safe House

He sat on the bed beside Belle. He held her hand tightly, brushing her soft skin with his thumb.

"I was gone for a while and here you are barely breathing." He whispered.

He was dowsing a man with petrol after getting information from him when his phone rang. It was

Nikolai and he wondered why the Boss was calling when he was supposed to be radio silent. He

thought something very important must have come up.

When he finally found out about what happened, he knew that it was as serious as it gets. He had to go

back. It was about Belle -- his sunshine.

Yuri recalls her beautiful face when she rushed to help him in the boathouse. She embraced him, held

on to him tightly in front of everyone, in front of Volkov and Alexei. Belle did not hold back when she

said she wants him to stay in the Mafia. Her words were like music to his ears. So this is how it feels

like when someone cares for you? He thought to himself that time.

Of course, it was short-lived. He wants to shoot himself in the head for being delusional. He knows he

was foolish for even thinking that his Boss' wife cares for him more than a man subordinate to her

husband. Yuri knew his place in her life and in the mafia that's why he focused on his mission and his

deal with the Boss. Even if he believes that he does not have a chance to be with her, leaving the mafia

to finish his mission was his redemption-- his chance to prove that he is worth the trust bequeathed

upon him by his Pa Vyacheslav.

If he succeeds, he will remain the third man in line from the big Boss. If he fails, he will permanently

leave the mafia and forever live in shame. Yuri thought Belle must be so upset with him when he left.

She must have thought that he lied; that he doesn't care about her when in fact it's the opposite. Yuri

was and still madly in love with Belle.

From the outside, Andrey is silently observing his younger brother. They both have been summoned by

Nikolai and Alexei to do the most important job of all in the midst of the chaos happening at the

moment. While the Volkov brothers are putting things in order back in New York, he and his brother

have been tasked to stay in the safe house to protect, perhaps the most important person in the Mafia.

Andrey thought if anything happens to this woman, Volkov might as damn well lose his sanity. He has

seen how the worlds of the Boss and the Underboss revolve around Belle and he can't even start to

think of the shit that will go down if they lose her.

His brother is smitten and was about to be stripped off of his title in the Mafia. The main reason why he

flew back to the city he swore he would never go back to several years ago.

My brother had the fucking balls to cross the Boss and gambled his own life just to get a taste of a

woman he could never have. How fucking stupid is that? Somehow Yuri's romantic suicide paid off as

he was not banished from the mafia-- the one piece of the puzzle that doesn't seem to fit. Andrey

thought to himself.

Regardless of his opinion about his brother's indiscretion, his job now is to make sure the wife lives---

and his brother's head remains attached to his body.

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Belle's POV

"Nobozy leefs ze khouse vizout my purmission. Beby, opyen yor lyegs, I'm going to yeat yuhr poosy.

Don't mek me repeat myself. Yend of!" I say with all my conviction, impersonating Nikolai's Russian

accent-my most favorite accent in the world. He has been teasing me about my pouty lips whenever I

was mad at him and his brother and so I thought I could tease him with his accent in return.

"Do I really sound like that?" Nikolai said, wrinkling his eyebrows to a furrow.

"Yeez. Espeecially ven Mr. Volkov is mad. Peepl olveys obey or zey die." I retorted.

Alexei snickered and then winked at me playfully. Even the old man trimming Nikolai's hair has a small

smile on his face while listening to us. Apparently, this same man was Papa Vyacheslav's and Papa

Viktor's barber. When he decided to retire from the busy life in New York, Nikolai gave him this place

and enough money to get by until the remaining days of his life.

I felt my face heat up when I realized that he actually heard me. I really thought all this time he was

deaf because of old age. When we first entered his little shop, the second he saw Nikolai and Alexei,

his face lit up like remembering a dear old friend or a family. My husbands shook his hand but I never

heard a single word from him so I assumed he could not hear a single word that we are saying.

The old man took a small container of what looks like wax pomade, dug a finger in, rubbed his palms

together and then carefully applied it on Nikolai's hair. He flicked his dark brown hair towards the front

of his face then flicked it to the back of Nikolai's head. He then brushes the now shiny hair with his

fingers and finishes with a fine-tooth comb for a sleek finish. Now my husband looks like a villain--a

very hot and romantic villain.

Alexei on the other hand looks like a man fresh from a magazine cover. Since his hair is wavier than his

brother, it was tousled to the side creating volume for a more rugged look which I must say really suits

his personality.

Nikolai pulled me towards him, "Are you mocking me Arabella?" He asked playfully while smelling my

hair and neck.

"The accent is part of why I am so attracted to you and your brother, Nikolai." I answered as a matter of

factly. "Come let's take a picture." I took a picture of us using his phone but I had to do it twice because

his hand was cupping my breast on the first shot.

And then I scooted over towards Alexei and sat on his lap. He handed me his phone and I took the

picture with his face nuzzling my neck, his hand crawling beneath my shirt squeezing my breast.

I took pictures of us wherever we went and whenever possible. This is actually the first time that we are

doing normal things like normal people in a relationship. Just the three of us without bodyguards tailing

or surrounding us, we strolled in the sidewalk, held hands, laughed and kissed without a care to the

world. We went to church and heard mass, we ate sandwiches and soda in the park, we went to a

small art gallery where paintings of a local artist were on display.

We even went grocery shopping using some of the coupons I cut from the magazine in the barbershop.

We paid cash and not the usual numerous credit cards we had. I was so happy, I felt like a permanent

smile was plastered on my face. This was the honeymoon we've never had.

And then we ate dinner in the kitchen of a small restaurant because the place was already fully booked

on a Friday night. Nikolai did not want to make a fuss about our presence so we came in through the

back entrance. It was undeniably the best seat in the restaurant. It was a bit chaotic but at the same

time I felt like we were inside a movie where the real action was taking place. Plus, we got to taste

literally almost all the European fusion food on their menu.

Of course, being with the two had always been an adventure, so I wasn't surprised when we got kicked

out by an angry gay manager because he caught us shamelessly having sex in the cinema like

teenagers. We ran out scampering to put our clothes on and went inside our car. Unfortunately for

Nikolai, he wasn't able to finish so his flagpole was standing erect the whole time we were running for

our lives, so to speak.

I made him pull over a secluded spot and ordered him to pull back his seat to make room for me. Alexei

and I made eye contact before he went out and smoked his cigar, relaxing like a rock star on the hood

of the car. He was able to finish touching me before we got caught by the manager so the smile of

satisfaction is painted all over his face. His brother's face however was a different story.

I clutched Nikolai's hard member, rubbing it gently and then slowly straddled him to fill me. I slapped

him on his face because I know for some wicked reason, he gets a certain kick of pleasure when I that.

As a reaction, his hand instantly wrapped around my neck choking me. His dark green eyes turned

even darker and I know I already got him.

"You like that don't you baby? Huh?"

"I want more." I answered under my breath.

"My dirty slut wants more." Nikolai said tightening his grip around my neck. This made me gasp for air,

momentary panic seeped through me but then like a switch, it turned me on even more.

I rode Nikolai gently at first, slowly bouncing up and down. My Obgyn would definitely not be happy

about this. To be fair, I almost lost my life last night, I know I deserve this.

Nikolai's manhood sliced through my inner walls as I sit and thrust myself deeper and harder. He

groaned, fanning my ear with his breath every time I push myself to him. I am now in control of this

man's pleasure and I am savoring every second of it.

He bites my neck, down to my breasts and my now perked nipples. He groped and nibbled every inch

of me like an angry wolf.

A moan escaped my mouth when I felt my flesh pulsate, feeling the pain of his teeth against my skin. I

know he heard me but Nikolai did not stop, instead he devours me furiously. He is way into deep and I

am not about to stop him from taking his pleasure.

This time, I bounced on top of him faster and deeper. Nikolai's head falls back, his eyes are closed but

his hands are now around my hips, fingers dug on my skin. His member buried inside me as he takes

control of my rhythm. I know he is going to come.

~

The three of us are now snuggling under the moonlight outside the cabin. We brought pillows, sheets

and blanket outside because we decided to camp out. I took the chance to ask Nikolai about what's

going on in New York and it did not go well. As usual, he just blamed himself for what happened to me.

I know he also blames himself for the death of Yelena and what happened last night somehow relived

that guilt in my husband's mind. He zoned out, his eyes turned dark so I held his face to look me in the

eye.

"Nikolai, what happened to me last night was not your fault. You cannot control what people think let

alone do. What you can control is how you react to it. Be Volkov. Do what you always do best."

Somehow the darkness in his eyes slowly dissipated, "You and Alexei saved and protected me and our

babies last night. You always did that. You saved me god knows how many times before."

"Why do you love me? I don't deserve you at all. Alexei-- Alexei does."

There it is again. He has said this to me before. He thinks that he's not worthy of my love. After all we

have been through.

"You and I deserve each other Nikolai. You love me like crazy and I love you back like crazy. Plus, the

sex is amazing, I mean...." I looked at the Cadillac now parked in the driveway with all the windows

open.

"I don't think the Albanian will appreciate it if his car smelled like fresh sex when we return it to him."

Alexei said while pissing a plant. And I'm pretty sure he heard his brother that's why he took it upon

himself to lighten up the mood. Alexei, you are amazing. Thank you.

Nikolai's face lit up over the thought of returning the car without having it washed first. Just to rub it in

with Artan. My goodness.

"I love you Arabella." Nikolai whispered. "We will keep you safe the best way we know. I'd rather not

talk about the details unless-"

"No, I don't want to know. Just do what you need to do. Protect the family--our family." I said while

running my palm on my protruding abdomen.

I have long accepted my life with the Russian Mafia Boss and Underboss. They do things their way in

the underworld. I know the situation will get worse before it even gets better and I'm going to have their

backs all throughout.

"Just make sure at the end of each day, you both come home to me alive. Promise me?" I continued.

"I will come home alive and craving for you every day." Alexei answered.

"I will come home alive and horny every day." Nikolai answered.

Part of me wants to get mad at them for taking lightly my plead to come home alive but part of me also

believes that they are a hundred percent serious about coming home craving and horny for me.

To be continued...