Her Volkovs #Book 3

Chapter 30

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Nikolai and Artan squaring off inside an old and rusty warehouse.

Both men are already sweaty and bloody. Artan's gunshot wound in his torso is bleeding, as well as his

nose. His other eye is shut and swelling, slowly turning purple.

Nikolai has a busted nose and he's got a cut in his lower lip. His left under eye is slowly turning purple

as well but not as swollen as Artan's.

Matushka Irene made sure that nobody gets inside the warehouse other than Nikolai and Artan. The

Volkov matriarch is sitting on a chair, knitting, not far from the two.

Artan: "We both know that this is her best chance! Being a Volkov will put her in Sergey's radar and you

fucking know what that means!"

(Nikolai growls madly and attacks Artan once again. Artan fell on the ground as Nikolai punches him on

the face many times. Blood splattering everywhere)

Nikolai: "You fucking Bastard!!!!" (Growls)

(Artan was able to recover and grappled Nikolai. This time, Artan is punching Nikolai on the face.)

Artan: "She needs to stay away from you if youre gonna go head to head with Sergey! He will come

after her if he finds out that she's your wife!"

(Nikolai was able to grab a hard wood and slammed it to Artan's neck making the man groan in pain.

Nikolai stood up and pulled Artan to him. He snarls as he meets Artan eye to eye with a clenched jaw.)

Nikolai: Who the fuck gave you the fucking right to tell me how to protect my wife?! My family?! Belle is

the only reason why youre still breathing Artan! I know it will break her heart if I end you. That means

your worthless life depends upon my fucking whim! (Laughs mockingly) And youre telling me you can

protect her better than I can? That's the biggest fucking joke I have ever heard! (Nikolai pushed him

away, making him land on his back on the ground)

Artan: He was able to put a bullet in your father's head. The great Vyacheslav, the King of the New York

Underground World died in that man's hand! What makes you think that he cant do that to your wife

who is now carrying your first born!? Huh Volkov?!

(The two hurl profanities, insult and attacked each other all night until they both lie on the ground in

exhaustion. Matushka Irene just waited for them to finish and settle their score, man to man.)

Belle's POV

"Ah...baby."

Nikolai winced as I press the cotton ball directly to his cut on his left eyebrow.

"Don't ah baby me Nikolai! Why did you have to brawl with Artan? I thought somebody ," I glared at

Alexei,"said you were in a business meeting after the conglomerate meet?"

"I was...urgh!" He grunts as I press deeper to his wound. At this point I'm already trying very hard not to

scream and go full on hormonal bitch to the two.

I can't believe I'm the only one in this goddamn household who did not know that my husband was in a

slugfest!

"You were what Nikolai? Just so we're clear, I am your wife! Your WIFE Nikolai!" I pressed and pressed

even harder everytime I say the word wife.

"That means I have the right to know everything! Especially when it involves you and Alexei!"

I can already feel my hands shake, trying very hard not hurl a very hard object at the two. I started to

fume even more when he and Alexei's faces looked rather amused more than anything else.

"Oh so you two find this funny?!"

"Princess..." Alexei interrupts while stepping closer to me.

"Do not princess me Alexei! You and your brother can start taking your pillows and mattresses out of

our bed because there will be no PRINCESS and definitely no BABY for the two of you tonight!"

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Nikolai's POV

Fuck me she's so beautiful. My darling Belle. My always sleeping beauty. The mother of my first child.

What did I ever do to deserve you?

My cock hasnt been himself since this woman came into my life. It grew brains and been acting on its

fucking own without my permission, mostly in places and at times I do not want him to be twitching and

pointing forward to the wife's pussy.

God that pussy! I'm gonna fucking eat that juicy piece of plump meat everyday for the rest of my life

and until my last breath.

She will be the death of me. I am now resolved.

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Alexei's POV

My sweet princess. Mine and my Brother's queen. Our lady love.

How can a woman be so mad and look so beautiful and pure at the same time?

It is taking everything in me not to bend her over and wrap my hand around her neck, choke that little

throat of hers and ram my cock inside that divinely luscious ass.

Fuck! This woman will be the death of me. I know of it.

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Belle's POV

Artan chuckles as I sermon to the two. Matushka is tending to his bruises on the sofa right across us.

He and Matushka are sitting side by side. He is wincing in pain as Matushka Irene pushes the icepack

on his bruised eyecircle.

"Oh..Fuck off!" Nikolai howled.

Matushka just shook her head and ignored Nikolai. Artan is looking at me intently just like how he looks

at me when we were still together. I gazed away and focused my attention to Nikolai.

Perhaps my husband noticed what was Artan doing so he grabbed the roof of the lamp shade behind

him and instantly threw at Artan's face. Artan was able to catch it and hurles it back to Nikolai.

"Nikolai Vyacheslav Volkov! Do not make me come to you baby boy!" Matushka scolds.

Artan chuckled again, mocking Nikolai after hearing Matushka say the words baby boy. Matushka Irene

sighed in frustration and looked Artan sternly. "Artan, you stop immediately or I will make you stop. You

choose."

Artan cleared his throat and looked serious once again. "Good boy." Said Matushka.

This time Nikolai was the one who chuckled in mockery to Artan. I just shook my head in disbelief.

These two are Mafia Bosses yet they are acting like 13 year old schoolboys. Good thing Matushka is

here. I don't know if I can handle these men quite like her.

"Matushka what happened? Why did this happen?" I asked.

Matushka halted from what she's doing and made Artan hold the icepack. "Come with me." She said,

walking her way towards the study.

She shut the door and gestured me to sit on the sofa right next to Nikolai's table. She poured a drink to

a glass and slopped it all the way down. "Vodka. I would love to pour you a glass princess but because

youre pregnant I will drink once again for little Volkov." She again pours the drink and finished it in one

gulp.

She snarls as if drinking the worst bottled spirit, "Ugh, disgusting! I hate Vodka. The fascination of the

Volkov men including my husband Viktor and Vyacheslav to this thing is the only reason why I force this

down my throat." She said while holding up the bottle.

"Matushka, I think we should not leave the boys outside, especially when Artan is here."

"Don't worry about them. They're gonna be fine. They want to kill each other I know, but they will not do

that because of you. The irony right? Isnt it amazing how one precious pussy can do that?"

I swallowed at Matushka's words. "I did not intend for this to happen."

"Oh princess, I know. I know." She said while cupping my face. "You have to understand that men will

be men. Sometimes, we just have to let them solve their own issues. By letting them be, they get to

hold their egos in tact and their balls inside their pants. Do you understand?"

Uh, I think. Kind of?

"You mean, you let them fight so they can go back to being friends again?"

"Well, they still don't know it yet but yes. Hopefully. But before we can completely untangle and move

past this, you have to do your part."

"My part?" Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Yes princess. Since you are in the middle of this. You need to talk to Artan. He needs to hear it from

you. Give the man closure. He deserves the truth from you."

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I don't know how Matushka was able to convince my boys especially Nikolai to leave me and Artan

alone in the living room but here I am, face to face with the man himself.

The moonlight is beaming through the windows and down at us. Everything around is still and quiet.

The weather is becoming colder by the day and this night is not an exception.

I took the icepack and pressed it on Artan's face. He slowly took my hand and held it tightly, kissing it

slow and soft and then pressing it on his roughly bearded face.

"Don't. I know what this is all about. Please don't say it baby."

I feel like my heart is being crushed into tiny pieces. The man in front of me right now is a lonely man.

His sadness transcends through me and I think no one, not even Matushka can ever understand that.

The connection we have is something that only me and Artan can fully comprehend.

But I know that Matushka is right, Artan needs to hear the truth from me. He deserves closure directly

from me.

"Artan, please listen to me. Nikolai and Alexei own my heart. No one and nothing can ever change

that."

He leans forward and cups my face, pulling it close to his. "What we had when we were together was

something special. I felt it. And I know that you felt it too. Tell me that meant something to you?"

I blinked a couple of times to prevent myself from tearing up. "Artan, I care for you and for Aria. I do.

Perhaps more than I should. But I don't love you. I have never loved you."

He looked me in the eyes intently as he takes in my words.

He then leans down and connected his forehead to mine. We both closed our eyes but I felt him smile

and heard him softly chuckle, "Just one question." He said.

"Okay."

"If I met you first before Volkov did, would you fall in love with me like how youre in love with him right

now?"

I disconnected my forehead from him and looked up to meet him in the eyes. "You are not hard to love

Artan. Even in just a short while that I spent time with you, I have come to know the real you. You are

sweet and lovable. You are a wonderful dad to Aria. Your men cares for you. And most importantly, you

have a very impressive man buns."

He lets out another chuckle and finally lets go of my face. He leans his back on the chair without taking

off his gaze from me. "That did not answer my question baby."

I understand that he wants to hear the truth and so here it goes, "No. I think my heart would still be

reserved for Nikolai regardless. He would still be the man I'm going to madly fall in love with first, and

then Alexei. I believe that am destined for them and to nobody else but them Artan."

There's a moment of silence after I said that. Artan's facial expression however is one that is calm and

composed, acting like a true gentleman that he is.

"You heard her. You can come out now Volkov." He said as if talking to Nikolai.

Seconds later, my husband appeared from behind the wall next to the living room. He slowly walked

towards our direction, sat beside Artan, and crossed his thighs over the other.

He looked at me intently and for some reason, I found myself blushing in embarassment. I looked away

trying not to meet him in the eyes.

I stood up from my chair and attempted to leave, "Uh, it's getting late. Good night boys...."

A squeal escaped my mouth when I felt my feet brushed off from the ground as Nikolai carries me in

his arms looking disturbingly serious and quiet.

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Irene with Yuri and Alexei in the kitchen.

Yuri: You did it Madame. The Boss heard what the Mrs. said to the Albanian.

Irene: That's great! I believe this calls for a celebration. (Pours wine to some glasses and gave them to

Yuri and Alexei )

Alexei: So your plan was to let my brother hear what Belle will say to Artan?

Irene: Yes my dear son. More than Artan, it is your brother who needed to hear what his wife has to say

to the man who is trying to pursue her. Nikolai heard what he needed to hear from the princess and

Artan. Hopefully, the Albanians won't have a Volkov problem anymore.