Her Volkovs #Book 1 novel Chapter 27

Belle's POV

"B."

"Hm?"

"You're staring at my brother."

"Am I?"

"Uh yeah." I see Amy's hand wave in front of me.

I heard her giggle.

We were escorted in a room with a long table in the middle and several chairs. Around the corners are drawers, where documents are stacked.

Amy and I are holding each other's hands. Normally I would be scared shit considering our current situation, but surprisingly I'm calm and a little bit lightheaded. Perhaps because of the alcohol.

"What are you thinking B."

"Nothing, I'm just happy that we're together again A."

"I know right?" We let out a chuckle.

"I love you B."

"I love you too A"

"No matter what happens you stick with me. You are my bitch now B, so no one will lay a hand on you in jail. You get it bitch?"

We were interrupted by the policeman who was drinking coffee

"You're out Disney princesses." Said the policeman who was drinking coffee a while ago.

"Out? What do you mean out?" Amy said.

"Out of here." He unlocks our handcuffs and escorted us out of the room.

On our way out of the police station, I see Dylan talking to someone. From our view, we could not see who's he talking to. As Amy and I walk along, the person Dylan was talking to has already went inside a car. I only saw a man in black suit. If I did not know any better, I would think I saw Alexei but Dylan and Alexei are not exactly best of friends. In fact, they hate each other's guts.

"Dy, who was that?"

"Just someone I know Belle."

"What happened Dy? Why did they let us go?"

"There's no complainant."

"What do you mean no complainant? Calvin was so eager to put us in jail after what we did to his bed." Amy looked puzzled.

"Well this must be your lucky day because he's not going file charges. Now let's get you both home, felons."

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Dylan and I are snuggling in the living room.

"Dy, you're always in the gym, do you have a fight coming?

"Yes, tomorrow night." My lips parted in surprise.

"Tomorrow night? When are you planning to tell me that?"

He just smiles in response.

"Dy, don't shut me out of this. I want to be with you on your fight."

"That's not gonna happen my love." Dammit Dy, stop calling me that. I feel so guilty right now.

"But why? I want to support you Dy."

"You can support me in other ways if you want my lovely Belle" He now has a naughty look on his face.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"Shut the fuck up Trevor." Said Dylan.

Trevor lets out a smirk in response.

Amy on the other hand is all smiles. I threw a slice of an apple at her.

"What B? I'm just happy that's all."

A few drinks later the four of us are laughing and throwing jokes at each other. Trevor is telling stories about Dylan while Amy tells the story why we got arrested and almost went to jail.

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I gasped in surprise as I stare at my bank statement of account online. What the hell? Aside from my own money, apparently I got six hundred thousand dollars in my account. The first one hundred thousand was deposited two days after I left my apartment. The second deposit was a week after that and the next four hundred thousand dollars every succeeding weeks.

I called my bank to inquire about it. The woman on the other side of the line told me that it was not a mistake. Someone anonymous deposited the money in my account. I also called my parents to ask if they deposited money but they know nothing about it.

"It must be your guardian angel B." Amy is on the bed looking at the screen.

"Dylan, it must be Dylan."

"Uh sure my brother has money, but six hundred thousand dollars just like that?"

All of a sudden, Amy gasped and her eyes widens.

"What A?"

"Your Ex, Nikolai! It must be him! Think B, there is no other logical explanation for this. He must have felt guilty that's why he's making it rain for you." Amy signals cash in her hand.

"First and foremost, I'm not a stripper for him to make it rain for me. Secondly, he's not my ex because there was no relationship. He just played me. People who play other people don't get guilty. They just throw you away." It must not be Nikolai. It could not be him. If it's him I can never, ever fogive him. Who does he think I am? Paying me off like I'm some kind of a prostitute.

"Point well taken. So the six hundred thousand dollar question is who is your guardian angel B?"