Her Volkovs #Book 2 novel Chapter 3

Belle's POV

Artan has a smirk plastered on his face as he approaches our direction. He's holding a glass of liquor in one hand and a cigar in his other hand. He then handed them to Lena as he nears us.

"Ah Volkov, my brother!"

The three shook hands and embraced each other while I stood frozen, still in complete and utter surprise. I'm silently praying that this is just a bad dream.

"Artan, this is my wife Belle." Said Nikolai while wrapping his arm around my back and then clipping his fingers on my waist.

When Artan offered his hand, theres an awkward pause as everybody await my response.

As much as would want to scream and slap him many times on his face, I chose to extend my hand to him just to end the dead air lingering around.

Artan slowly kissed the back of my hand and said, "You are beautiful Mrs. Volkov."

I removed my hand from his and clutched it back to Nikolai's arm.

"Why have I not been invited to your wedding Volkov?" Asked Artan. He gazes at Nikolai but he quickly went back looking at me.

"I could not wait for any longer brother. Could you blame me?" Nikolai replied.

"Never brother, never. If I were in your shoes I would not let a second past without making her my Mrs. Artan Bogdani."

Shit. I swear my hand is itching to plant a slap on Artan's face right now. I am already struggling to hold it together. How could he manipulate this whole situation is unbelievable!

"I'm starting to think you're trying to snatch my wife right under my nose Artan." I don't know if Nikolai is being playful or serious but the tension slowly building up in the room is undeniable.

"Haha! I might be. Can you blame me as well brother?" Said Artan.

Thank goodness somebody cleared his throat. It's Dardan. And he just appeared from nowhere.

"Boss, the race is about to start."

~

After the first race, the people in the room went back to their seats right next to the windows. I'm in the middle of Nikolai and Alexei on the sofa while Artan is sitting right across us. I'm resting my back on Nikolai's side, he wraps his arm around my back while his hand rested on my abdomen. Nikolai, Alexei and Artan are talking and drinking scotch. I on the other hand am texting and bugging Amy even if I know she's busy working.

Dardan offered my boys cigar from a wooden box with a slide opening. Nikolai looked at me first like he is asking permission from me to smoke.

"It's okay baby." I said to Nikolai while placing my hand over his thigh. He just lets out a smile in response.

My future husband has been hitting the right spots in my heart these past few hours. He really is trying to make it up to me after everything that we have been through.

"Ah so the Russian Mafia has a new boss now." Artan buts in.

"Yes, and her name is Mrs. Mary Arabella Volkov." Answered Nikolai like a proud daddy. A smile slowly formed on my face. He is so getting it tonight.

"Her name really sounds frightening. Boss Mary Arabella." Said Alexei, teasing me.

I smack him on his shoulder and whispered to his ear. "I have a gun Alexei, remember? So behave or Im gonna have to shoot."

"You are so amusing princess." Alexei chuckled and then pinches my chin.

While Alexei is being playful, tickling and teasing me, my phone vibrated. It's a text message from Artan.

"I am going to fondle your breasts and glide my tongue on your nipples. I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name."

-Artan

Oh my god. I think I'm running out of breath. I quickly deleted his message.

When I glanced at him, he is talking to Nikolai like nothing happened. Like he just did not send me one of the most disturbing messages I have ever received in my entire life.

Ugh! When will this night end?

~

As another drag race is going on. Nikolai, Alexei and Artan are standing near the glass window drinking and smoking, they seem to be talking about something. The other men and women in the room are also standing some are sitting next to the window watching the race.