Her Volkovs #Book 3 novel Chapter 28

Belle's POV

I did not have the courage to ask Alexei about my internal struggle. To be perfectly honest, I am scared of the answer that I might get.

Perhaps this is not the right time. Or maybe there is no right time. Or maybe this is just all in my head. Urgh! I really hate myself right now!

Erase! Erase! Erase!

While I'm battling my internal struggle, my husband began his naughtiness, AGAIN.

"Nikolai stop it baby. Papa and Yelena are watching."

He is planting his face on top of my femme and sniffing like we're just in our room, all alone.

We are not. We are at the cemetery, having a picnic right in front of the gravestones of Papa Vyacheslav and Yelena. The two are resting their heads on top of my thighs, Nikolai is to my left while Alexei is to my right.

My body is still sore. My femme needs time to recover. My lips, nipples and cl't hurt.

"I'm sure they understand, right Pa? How about you my baby sister? See, it's fine with them" He answered, looking up at me with his handsome face. Goddammit that face!

As much as I would want to roll my eyes on him, it would be futile since I'm wearing sunglasses. So I decided to let him be. It's not like I can stop him anyway. This man's stubbornness is just too much to even bother fighting off.

His men are surrounding us from not too far, standing and looking serious as always. There are a few standing near the SUVs while Yuri and Boris are the nearest to us.

My other love Alexei is taking a nap, his back is on the ground being a good boy this time. Last night though was a completely different story. When my Alexei decides to be a bad boy, he reaaaaaaally is a bad boy. So help me god, him and Nikolai's roughness is equally scary.

But I'm not complaining. I love them just the same. Perhaps even more so.

I ran my fingers on Alexei's face gently. While his eyes are still close, he caught my hand and softly landed kisses on it. He then intertwined his fingers on mine and places it on top of his right cheek.

The doubts that have been lingering inside my head are slowly dissipating into thin air. Maybe this is just a phase in my pregnancy wherein hormones are screwing up with my emotions. Or maybe it's just me.

Regardless, I look up at the beautiful blue sky and thank the heavens for giving me these two. A few weeks ago, I was just a 26 yr old virgin, from the other side of the world. Went to New York to live life away from the overpotective reach of my father, but ended up crossing paths with Nikolai who happens to be the Russian Mafia Boss, and way over protective than my father. And in the process fell in love as well with his brother, Alexei. And now I'm pregnant, and loved by the two most important men in my life. I could not be thankful enough.

"I love you both."

Nikolai rolled back and faced the sky, "I love you Mary Arabella Volkov!" He placed his hands around his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I love you princess Belle!" Alexei did the same thing. Only this time, we heard some reactions from afar. It's from a funeral right across the street and they are all looking at our direction with frowns on their faces.

I bit my upper lip and covered my mouth in embarassment. I slap the two on their arms and hushed them. The two just chuckled, obviously not bothered by the disturbance they have caused to the grieving party.

I fed them with the food that we bought for the picnic to shut them up. Nikolai would bite my fingers as I shove the grape to his mouth, instant electric current rushes to my veins as his lips touch my fingertips.

"Nikolai, can you at least try to be a good boy even just today?"

He rolled back on his stomach and faced my femme again. "Are you sure you want me to be a good boy?"

"Ahuh. Pretty sure."

"Okay. Good boy starting now." He answered while looking at his wrist watch.

"See that's a start. How does it feel to be a 2 seconds good boy?" I asked.

"Fuck. Just kill me now baby." He retorted.

Alexei softly chuckled to his brother's words. I just shook my head in defeat. This man has no hope.

"You know what Nikolai, just be yourself. I love you just the way you are."

It's true. I love him just the way he is. Raw and purely evil.

He flashes a smile and planted his face on my femme once again. "I know." He mumbles.

I'm starting to believe Amy about having a gangster pheromone. Just look at this crazy man. If there's a chance that he can permanently glue his face on my femme, I think he will do it in a heartbeat. I just giggle inside.

"Nikolai, by the way. Where's goatie? Did you take care of the poor thing when I was away?"

He continued sniffing my femme part as if not hearing what I just asked him.

"Nikolai, where's goatie?" I repeated.

"I had the animal sent to a place where there's peace and quiet." He answered without a hint of humor in his voice.

"Nikolai!"

He chuckled, "Relax, I sent the goat to the mansion. It can roam around the fields over there."

Mansion? Perhaps the one where the Russian Mafia always hold their parties. I decided to let it go. Somehow, I trust him on this. But then again, whenever I put my trust in him, there's always a point where he hurts me. I just hope this time I'm right in trusting him.