Her Volkovs #Book 4
Chapter 14

Matushka: I found out that Laura Yvanislov is here in Colombia and she's the one secretly meeting with the Conglomerate wives. Alexei: Laura? Sergey's wife?

Dimitri: Boss, I thought they were expelled from the organization after you ordered it? Every single member of the Conglomerate knows that whoever harbors her or any of Sergey Yvanislov's family will replace themselves in deep shit. Who in their right mind would even go against the Conglomerate? It is literally every fucking crime family and organized crime group of the east coast rolled into one. Those people must have a fucking death wish, unless---

Nikolai: Unless the person protecting the Yvanislov's holds the same power in the Conglomerate as I am.

Dimitri: The De Alba's? Holy shit, we are on the verge of a mob war?

Alexei: I got it. (Stood up and dialed his phone to call their people in New York)

Matushka: Nikolai, do not be rash about your decisions. We still don't know if it's really the De Alba's we are dealing with.

Nikolai: It's not only the Mafia that they are after. They are pointing the target at my wife because they know that she's my weakness.

Matushka: The more that you have to be very careful in your actions Nikolai. Remember what your father has taught you and all the things that he went through before he and Antonio De Alba made the Conglomerate. One wrong move and history will repeat itself. The moment the other Bosses below you and Axel sniffs of this, they will not hesitate to take advantage of the situation and take whatever they can. You have to talk to Axel first. You have to be a hundred percent sure.

Belle's POV

"Whow Baby Madame is it getting hot in here or what?!" Dimitri exclaimed the moment I stepped down the stairs after Matushka's glam squad from New York worked their wonders. I mean, I friggin look like a million bucks for a woman who's just going to the spa. I am not complaining though. I feel sexy and fierce.

I dropped on my knees in between Alexei's legs on the sofa, hugged him tightly, and kissed him. His hand trailed from the small of my back and down to my bum, cupping it and making some naughty squeezes. "Be a good boy Alexei. No looking at other girls' assess. I'll be back before dinner time."

"What the hell? That long? It's only 11 o'clock! Not a single chance! I'll come for you after two hours." He answers dismissively. Geez, separation anxiety much?

"It's just for five hours. I'll be back before you know it Alexei."

"You better get your sexy ass done after two hours because we're coming for you whether you like it or not. Don't force my hand into dragging you back home." Inserts Nikolai and he doesn't even sound apologetic about what he just said.

It's as if I heard a boxing bell, I shot a glare at him who is now looking down, signing some documents, and wearing his black frame glasses. "Drag me? Just like what you did to me on our wedding night?"

Silence filled the air after I said that.

"Aaaand I'm out!" Dimitri said, standing up and exiting the room. Nikolai hands the documents to Boris who exited the living room as well.

Nikolai slowly took off his eyeglasses and calmly placed it on the small table in front of him. He then taps his other thigh that is not wounded while looking at me, waiting for me to sit on his lap.

There's this huge part of me who wants to submit and let him explain his side, but another part of me is basically screaming bitch teach this man a lesson. If I decide to walk out, he will not be able to move fast unlike before because of his injury but knowing too well the level of crazy of Nikolai, he will get to me sooner than later in the most Volkov fashion.

I intertwined my arms in front of me, "Nikolai, you and I will talk as soon as you realize that I am not just your little wife! Let me get this straight. I have been submitting to your desires not because I'm some weak little girl you need protecting. I submit to you and put up with your shit since day one because I CHOSE to and because I'M IN LOVE with you."

10 seconds and a series of struggles and manhandling later...

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Belle: Nikolai! You are unbelievable! Get me out of here! I hate you so much! (Relentlessly slams the door of the master bedroom where Nikolai locked her inside)

Nikolai, Alexei and the other boys are standing outside the room and talking.

Alexei: Damn, she's going to be pissed as fuck brother.

Dimitri: Are you kidding me? She's already pissed as fuck!

Nikolai: I can't risk it. I'd rather have an angry wife than a dead wife. So unless you two have a better idea on keeping her safe until we replace out who's fucking us over in the Conglomerate she's staying in that room at least until tonight. Yuri, make sure she stays locked up. She doesn't go out without my permission.

Yuri: How about Matushka?

Alexei: I'll take care of Matushka. It's better we keep this from her. I want her to focus on replaceing out whom the Yvanislov's are in contact with amongst the wives.

Nikolai: I agree. Dimitri, I want you to go to Axel and make sure you deliver my message directly. No bodyguards, no right-hand man, not even his uncle, I don't trust that sleazy bastard. Tell him we meet in the garden in two hours. Only me and him.

Belle's POV

My palms are itching to slap those two on their faces! They did not even bat an eyelash when Boris was manhandling me like a sack of rice on his right shoulder like I was nothing!

I don't understand why they have to lock me up here only because they don't want me to stay outside that long. It's just the friggin spa! It's not like I won't have bodyguards with me. Ugh! This is Nikolai going crazy again.

I connected my ear to the door and I don't hear any footsteps anymore. So I tried to yank the doorknob but to no avail. Shit.

"Hello? Is someone there?" I say, hoping that someone will answer and talk to me because I'm starting to go crazy as well. "Whoever you are, I know you're just taking orders from Nikolai. You know, your Boss is a crazy man."

Silence.

"Uhm fine, can you lend me your phone then? Or can you just dial Matushka Irene for me?"

Silence.

It's as if I'm just talking to myself. Perhaps there's really nobody on the other side of the door. My legs are already tired so I slowly sat down on the floor and removed my high heels to ease the pain.

"If there's someone out there. Can you at least play me a song from your phone? Anything at all?"

Silence.

I give up. I just closed my eyes and lean my head to the door. My legs hurt. My fierce outfit is such a waste. I kinda hoped for a while that I'd be able to show this amazing mesh dress to Amy. I'm sure she will appreciate this so much.

After a long silence, a song started playing from the other side of the door. It instantly gave me an idea of who might be on the other side.

I know I can treat you better than he can

And any girl like you deserves a gentleman

Tell me why are we wasting time

On all your wasted crying

When you should be with me instead?

I know I can treat you better

Better than he can

It must be Dimitri because he's the youngest among the boys. He's more into these kinds of songs as compared to the other boys, I assume.

I almost blurted out a giggle but then I realized how sad the song is really about. "Dimitri, I know it's you. That song is pretty tragic don't you think? Is that song for a certain girl?"

Silence.

"You know if you really love her. You should tell her and let her know what you feel. I'm just saying, maybe she will like you. You'll never know."

I then heard footsteps walking away for a while and then coming back near the door. And then a small note slips through the gap on the floor. The note says:

'I told her. She rejected me.'

Well, this sucks. I suddenly feel bad for him. "I'm sorry to hear that. But uhm... Is she worth fighting for though?"

Another note slips through the gap: 'She's worth dying for.'

Wow. How do I even respond to that? What wise advice could I actually give him if the man is willing to die for a woman. Goodness, these Russian men. I can now confirm that they are the best lovers in the world.

"She must be a very special girl Dimi. You mustn't give up then. If she's worth dying for, she's also worth living for. What good is love if you are already dead right?" I say as a matter of factly.

This time a little faster reply was slipped through.

'I won't give up Madame.'☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐