Her Volkovs #Book 3

Belle's POV

Nikolai and Alexei went to a meeting. Matushka is nowhere to be seen. And I was left in the house with four tall and huge body guards who look like they can snap my head in just a click. It's like being in a prison. The Volkov Prison.

Im lying on my back on Nikolai's bed while looking up at the ceiling. I want to eat something sour like a fruit. I went downstairs and found nothing to my liking. I took my purse and attempted to leave the house but the moment I stepped near the door, two of the four huge men wearing black leather jackets blocked the door.

"Get out of my way." I demanded.

"Madame, we cannot let you leave, the Boss' order."

Why am I not surprised?

"Dial Nikolai and hand me your phone." They looked at each other as if deciding to give in. One of them took his phone from his inner pocket, dialed Nikolai, talked to him for a few seconds in Russian and handed me the phone.

"Nikolai tell your men to get out of my way."

"Youre not leaving the house without me. If you need anything, tell the help what you need and she'll get it for you."

He sounds dead serious and I'm too exhausted and hungry to argue so I did not insist anymore. "I want to talk to Alexei. Hand him the phone."

Seconds later Alexei answered,

"Princess?"

"Alexei, tell your men to allow me to get out of the house please?"

"Just wait for me to come home and Ill take you wherever you want to go." He answered. Argh! He sounds exactly like Nikolai.

"I'm craving to eat something! I swear to god I'm going to die if you will not let me out of the house Alexei! Besides, what could possibly happen to me? I have four body guards with me."

But I want to see you home when we get back from

"Okay, I promise."

quickly disconnected the call before he could even change

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fruit stand. I bought a few green colored tropical fruits and some citrus. The old woman placed the fruits in a brown bag and

inside to some but not without catching a lot of unwanted attention.

two looked scary but at least I wasnt scared of them. I actually felt those two cared for me, especially the often serious and frowning

small vintage shop I passed by while walking along the streets of this part of New York City. After a few minutes my legs are doing it again so I decided to rest on a bench and run my hand through my legs to

rested my back on the bench and gazed blankly in front of

holding her abdomen while standing in front of what seems like a clinic. She's wearing loose pants and

in intervals. I clearly saw that she wiped her eyes before finally deciding to enter the

heart instantly sunk when I realized what kind of services the clinic is offering. Oh my god. It's

needed to do something about what I just saw. What if the woman is actually pregnant and decided to do

fast as I can across the street. I feel like my heart is beating a thousand times. At this point the pain I was feeling in my

entrance of the clinic when all of a sudden somebody

Nikolai. What is he even doing

me with a clenched jaw. I could not see the Nikolai that I fell in love with in these eyes. The man holding me tight right now is a complete

then, reality sinks in. This stranger is now my husband

passenger seat. He slammed

I held on to my seat tightly as

doing? Please stop! Nikolai

did not answer me. He just continues driving looking livid as hell. His grip on the steering wheel tightens by the second. He then took his phone from his inside chest pocket and talked to someone in Russian. I looked back and I can

is the place where he brought me to see the Russian Mafia's illegal ventures. There are already several

the car and dragged me inside the building. He's holding my hand tightly while

looked for something in the drawer. My eyes widened in horror when he pulled a

back slowly. My heart is racing

doing? Why are