Her Volkovs #Book 4

Chapter 33

Third Person POV

Artan is holding a gun in his hand, on his way to the kitchen. He can't believe that Belle, the love of his

life, was holding on to her life on his own watch. She was dying right before his eyes. He walks past

Alexei who just came from the privy. The Volkov brother rushes to the dining hall realizing that

something is wrong.

The Albanian Mob Boss entered the kitchen; his men had already gathered the restaurant personnel in

one place. Adnan, grabs the chef who prepared the food for the Russian Mafia and pushed his face to

the kitchen island. "He was running Boss."

"I did not know that Mrs. Volkov is allergic to olives I swear Mr. Bogdani!" The man is all sweaty and

stuttering in fear. Besian took the chopping board and holds the chef's hand in place. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"I despise being lied to especially when the life of someone I love is on the line. Now tell me, who did

this?"

"I swear to god Mr. Bogdani, please --- ahhhh! Ahhhh!" The man screams in pain as Artan stabs the

knife through the chef's hand. The blood gushed out of the wound instantly.

"If any of you so much lie to me, consider yourself dead. Now, I need a name." Artan warned the rest of

the people inside the kitchen.

A teenage boy steps forward in fear, "Mr. Bogdani---."

"Pietro!" Growled the chef.

"It was a lady, her name is Victoria. She was talking to him before the Russians arrived."

Artan signals the boy to come to him. "You did good Pietro." He taps his shoulder and gives the boy a

faint smile. He then signals the rest of the kitchen staff to leave.

"I did not have a choice, Mr. Bogdani! They have my family. Please!"

Bang!

The sound of the gunshot to the head rang inside the kitchen ominously. The chef drops lifelessly. His

blood dripped down the floor slowly forming a warm pool of red.

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Belle's POV

"Where is the goddam Epipen!" Nikolai exclaimed as he carries me in his arms.

Everything around me is starting to blur. I can already hear a faint ringing in my ear as things begin to

move in slow motion. I am holding on to my husband, desperately gasping for air. I need to breathe for

mine and my babies' sake.

"It's in the car Boss. Dmitri is on his way." Boris answered.

"We don't have time. We are taking her to the hospital now!" Alexei said frantically.

I held on to Alexei's hand tightly. Truth be told, I think I can't last a minute more in this situation. I have

had several allergic attacks before, most of which were fatal -- to the point that my father banned the

use of olives and its derivatives in my former schools, workplace, and the presidential palace. It was

ridiculous, to say the least but it was all for my own good.

We are on our way out when Dmitri came back with a gunshot on his shoulder. My heart is starting to

palpitate because apparently we are being attacked and this damn allergy is trying to kill me at the

same time.

"The SUVs are not an option now Boss." Dmitri said as I.V helps him tie a towel around his wound.

"We can't get to the helipad either. They disarmed my men and took my pilot." Axel inserted as he

approaches us. He and his men are already pulling out their guns as if preparing for the worse.

"It's the Germans. My vehicles are on standby but we have to go now. My people are holding the place

for as long as they can." Said Artan while loading his gun with bullets. He looks like he just came from

the gunfight himself. Oh my goodness.

"They are with Sergey." Nikolai said.

There's silence the moment my husband said Yvanslov's name. They looked at each other as if

expecting it already.

"They want war. Let's give them war." Axel answered.

Nikolai and Alexei look livid. "We will get our wife to safety first. And we need that EpiPen now." Nikolai

said.

My consciousness is slowly fading; whatever it is that they are planning to do they need to do it now.

"It's going to be okay baby. Look at me. I will not let anything happen to you and our babies. Alexei and

I got this." Nikolai said as he cups my face.

I know they will. I have no doubt about it. They are the feared Volkov brothers of the New York

underground criminal world for a reason. And now I am going to see them in their element with my own

two eyes. If only I am not dying any moment soon.

All of the Bosses' men went out first to cover our way. Alexei stood in front of us, holding up his guns in

both hands. Axel is to his right and Artan on his left side, all ready and prepared for a shootout.

As soon as we heard continuous shots, we hurriedly exited the hall. It's the signal that our men are

already engaging in a gunfight with the Germans-the cover that we are waiting for.

The moment we went past the entrance, bullets started to fly here and there. The sound of the shots

vibrated in my ears in a deafening clatter. Smoke began to float in the air as the bullets shatter almost

anything and anyone they came across with. The Germans fell to the floor one by one while the Mafia

men surrounding me rain bullets at whoever gets in the way.

Dmitri is already waiting for us in the elevator, "Boris, Vasily, and Ivan are in position. When you reach

the car park at the second level, you should be good. Hospital is not an option boss. It's too far from

here." He said, letting us all in the elevator while slinging the gun back on his side. He knelt on one

knee on the floor, opened a black box which contained grenades, and gave the other two to Alexei.

At this point, I can feel my eyes slowly shut down. I think I have an idea of what I look like right now. Let

me check.

I tapped Nikolai's face to get his attention. His eyes widened in complete and utter horror. He even said

something to Alexei in Russian like he is seriously terrified.

Yep. I look like a chubby pufferfish at the moment -- probably with big swollen purple lips, purple spider

veins all over my face, and swollen eyelids.

What scares me however is my swollen throat that gets worse by the second. The tightening of my

airways can lead to anaphylaxis, which is fatal especially now that I am pregnant.

"Niko-lai. Can't breath." Are the only words I was able to muster before my world completely turned

dark.

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Third Person POV

Nikolai is now seething with anger. Belle just passed out in his arms and the only thing that could save

her life was carelessly left in the SUV. How could he let this happen is something that will haunt him for

the rest of his life.

She has a pulse which means they still have time to save her. He just needs to figure out how to get

the epinephrine from their SUV before his wife, the only person that is keeping him sane, succumbs to

this fatal allergic reaction. The Russian Mafia Boss refuses to look at her because the image of

Yelena's face keeps flashing like a fucking nightmare. The thought that Belle will die in his arms and on

his own watch is like living that nightmare all over again.

Alexei notices that his brother is slowly losing his shit so he immediately took his attention. He handed

his guns to Dmitri to talk to his brother face to face. He places his palms below Nikolai's ears and

forced the man to look him in the eye.

"I know what you're thinking, but that is not going to happen to her. You hear me? Remember, you are

going to be a father bro. Can you fucking imagine that? You? Volkov? A father. Yah?"

Somehow, that puts some sense to him as he immediately went back to his normal Volkov self.

Nikolai nods at his brother. "We will get what we need from the SUV and do what we do best." He said.

"Yeah-the two of us, doing what we do best brother." Alexei taps Nikolai's face proudly.

He then lets out a wicked smirk. "You know, I could kiss you right now. I'm pretty sure Belle would enjoy

hearing about it later." Alexei added playfully.

Axel, Artan and Dmitri snorted in unison. Alexei knows that joking him about this irritates Nikolai to the

bone. And that's exactly what he needs right now. A vicious, ruthless and a mad Volkov-- the brother

that he always knew.

"Get out of my face before I shove down the grenade down your throat." Nikolai retorted.

Alexei lets out a content smirk. He got him.

He then took his gun from Dmitri and turned to face the elevator door. Truth is, the underboss is

worried that Belle might not make it. Not only that they are up against the Germans and the Yvanislovs,

but they are also running out of time to save the only person who makes his and his brother's lives

worth living for.

In Alexei's mind, he will make the people who did this to Belle, pay a hard price.

They arrived at the second level of the building where Boris, I.V and Artan's men are waiting. There are

already several men lying dead on the surface, scattered all over the car park.

"Take the Cadillac." Artan said, while signaling his men to hand over the key to Alexei.

There are two cars left and their plan is to send out decoys so the Volkov brothers can go to their SUVs

parked in front of the building using the armored Cadillac.

Nikolai placed Belle on the back carefully while the other men got inside the other cars.

"Volkov and I will talk soon." Said Axel to Alexei.

"We got it from here. Just take care of her." Said Artan.

Alexei nodded and rushed to the passenger seat. The stillness inside the vehicle is deafening while

waiting impatiently for the SUVs to disappear from their sight. Nikolai will drive while his brother shoots

whoever gets in their way.

They heard incessant gunshots from afar, which meant that Axel and Artan are now being tailed by the

Germans. Nikolai then cruised through the exit of the car park and accelerated their way out.

Unsurprisingly, they were unknown armed men guarding in front of the building where their SUVs are

parked nearby.

"Just like the old times brother." Alexei said. Excitement simmers at the pit of his stomach.

"Just like the old times." Nikolai answered as he steps on the gas for full throttle.

This caught the Germans off guard. Before they know it, Nikolai was able to drift the Cadillac through

the most ideal spot to commit multiple manslaughters. The armored car swung to a curve drawing

beautiful skid marks on the ground. As in perfect timing, Alexei hurled the grenades towards the

Germans like nothing.

Their car sped away in seconds before a loud explosion blasted everyone within a 16-yard radius.

"Holy shit!" Alexei exclaimed. "Goddam! Where did Dmitri get those babies from?"

"The fucking Chechen kid is a psycho." Nikolai said referring to Dimitri.

Those who were lucky to be far enough from the blast still looked jaded. They attempted to shoot back,

but it was too late. From behind the smoke-filled air, Alexei appeared to finish the job.

The underboss strafed them with his automatic guns, making sure no one gets away alive. One by one,

they fell to the ground bloody and lifeless. It was a massacre.

Alexei went straight to their SUV and took the black bag in the compartment which contained the

Epipens.

However, it wasn't over. As the smoke from the blast slowly disappears into thin air, another group of

armed men appeared from the building. Nikolai flashed a signal light to Alexei, warning him of the

incoming danger.

Alexei stood still, his back against the group of men, anticipating what is about to happen. He secured

the package under his jacket and pops his neck as he prepares for another shootout.

"Ah, the things I would do for love." Whispered Alexei to himself.

Nikolai gave him a hand signal on what to do. He nodded and held his guns in both hands securely.

"Hang on baby. This won't take long. " Nikolai said to Belle as if the woman that he loves could hear

him.

He revs the luxury twin-turbocharged engine and rapidly floored it. The roar echoed and overpowered

the sound of the shots coming from the automatic long guns of the enemy. The sparks from the tip of

each barrel look like a dozen twinkling stars.

Alexei drops himself to the ground and shoots non-stop while the Cadillac suspends in the air

momentarily, covering him from the countless bullets coming their way.

The door from the driver's seat opened while Nikolai transfers to the passenger seat.

"I was just having fun." Alexei said playfully, grunting and touching his side while speeding away.

"You're bleeding." Nikolai said while looking at his brother's side. His suit is already soaked in blood.

"We both are." Alexei retorted, referring to Nikolai's wound on his thigh. He then took the black pouch

from his jacket pocket and gave it to Nikolai.

The Russian Mafia boss instantly jumped to the back of the car and punctured the epinephrine on

Belle's thigh. He waited for any reaction but Belle is still unconscious.

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Belle's POV

I woke up from what feels like a very long slumber and instantly greeted by the chirping of the birds and

one of the most tranquil nature views I have ever seen in my life. I am inside a room overlooking a

natural lake and tall trees and lots of greenery. My heart fluttered with joy when I realized that I am

actually inside a cabin in the woods.

A smile formed on my face as I remember my cabin fantasies about having sex with my husbands

outside without a care to the world; making the whole place smell like cinnamon or vanilla as I make

pancakes for them for breakfast while Nikolai and Alexei hunt for our food for supper. I just giggle

inside.

As I slowly got a feel of my surroundings, I noticed that I have an IV in the back of my hand, an oxygen

cord lodged in my nose and a cardiac monitor. I tried getting up but then I felt lightheaded so I did not

force it.

What happened in that restaurant was one of the worst allergic reactions I have ever had. I really

thought that I would actually die at that moment. But I also know that Nikolai and Alexei would never let

anything happen to me and our babies.

Babies.

Panic instantly struck my gut. I scampered to reach for the buzzer thingy right next to my bed and

pressed it menacingly. At this point, my eyes started to water in fear. Nikolai and Alexei came barging

into the room and instantly embraced me.

"Our babies. Are they okay? Please tell me they're okay?! Nikolai! Alexei!"

"It's okay. You're okay. Our babies are fine." Nikolai said reassuringly while cupping my face with his

strong and veiny hands.

He reached for my lips and kissed me so deeply as if I have been away for so long. "They are Volkov

babies, they are stubborn like that." He added playfully.

"True. Volkov men tend to be stubborn like that." I smiled against his lips.

"Hey, I said Volkov babies, not Volkov men." He answered.

"Is there a difference?" I retorted. This puts a smile on Nikolai's face. The worry I have seen in his eyes

is now gone.

"She needs to rest." Alexei said while inspecting my body perhaps from bruises and spider veins that I

usually get when I have an allergic attack.

"Alexei, I'm okay. Come here please." I tapped my bed so he can lie beside me.

He obliged albeit hesitantly at first. I removed the heart monitor so I can move freely and snuggle with

him and Nikolai.

The moment I touched Alexei's side, he grunts and attempted to act like nothing's wrong. It was then

that I realized that he got shot on his side.

"Are you okay? Has this been checked by the doctor already? Alexei!"

"Princess, it's nothing." He said casually as he starts kissing my face.

"How about you Nikolai? How's your thigh?"

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." He replied, brushing off my concern.

I just sighed in defeat. Why is it that when they get shot it's always nothing? It really baffles me.

Nikolai's hand wrapped around my belly as he spoons me; sniffing my neck and hair like a maniac. His

brother lip locks with me so passionately I feel like I'm going to run out of breath.

I reached for their member playfully which made Alexei smile, his eyes are sparkling like he actually

missed being naughty with me. Both of them are sporting a hard-on. Not that I am surprised.

"Touch me later?" I asked shamelessly, I feel my face heat up.

"That's the plan, princess."

"Yah? So we have a plan?"

"Oh, we have a lot of plans." Nikolai answered.

"You just need to recover and gather enough strength for tonight. We will take you on a date in town

and then fuck, watch some movies and then fuck, eat at Mcdonalds and then fuck, go home-"

"And then fuck." Alexei and I said in unison. The three of us chuckled at our own perverseness.

And then there is silence. What happened to us in that restaurant is as serious as it can get. I almost

died. Alexei got shot. We were attacked and I was the target because I am Nikolai's only weakness--

the Russian Mafia's weakness.

Nothing and no one can ever get to them until I came into their lives. Now that I am Nikolai and Alexei's

wife, they have a way against them.

Nikolai said that Dimitri, Boris and the other boys are still in New York and that we will remain off the

grid for a few more days in this small town. Apparently, Nikolai, the Billionaire, have bought every

square mile of this town years ago and paid the people to live here, precisely for this eventuality. Some

are members of the Russian Mafia who relocated here from Kovrov. Basically, the whole town is Volkov

town.

To be continued....