Her Volkovs #Book 3 novel Chapter 30

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Nikolai and Artan squaring off inside an old and rusty warehouse.

Both men are already sweaty and bloody. Artan's gunshot wound in his torso is bleeding, as well as his nose. His other eye is shut and swelling, slowly turning purple.

Nikolai has a busted nose and he's got a cut in his lower lip. His left under eye is slowly turning purple as well but not as swollen as Artan's.

Matushka Irene made sure that nobody gets inside the warehouse other than Nikolai and Artan. The Volkov matriarch is sitting on a chair, knitting, not far from the two.

Artan: "We both know that this is her best chance! Being a Volkov will put her in Sergey's radar and you fucking know what that means!"

(Nikolai growls madly and attacks Artan once again. Artan fell on the ground as Nikolai punches him on the face many times. Blood splattering everywhere)

Nikolai: "You fucking Bastard!!!!" (Growls)

(Artan was able to recover and grappled Nikolai. This time, Artan is punching Nikolai on the face.)

Artan: "She needs to stay away from you if youre gonna go head to head with Sergey! He will come after her if he finds out that she's your wife!"

(Nikolai was able to grab a hard wood and slammed it to Artan's neck making the man groan in pain. Nikolai stood up and pulled Artan to him. He snarls as he meets Artan eye to eye with a clenched jaw.)

Nikolai: Who the fuck gave you the fucking right to tell me how to protect my wife?! My family?! Belle is the only reason why youre still breathing Artan! I know it will break her heart if I end you. That means your worthless life depends upon my fucking whim! (Laughs mockingly) And youre telling me you can protect her better than I can? That's the biggest fucking joke I have ever heard! (Nikolai pushed him away, making him land on his back on the ground)

Artan: He was able to put a bullet in your father's head. The great Vyacheslav, the King of the New York Underground World died in that man's hand! What makes you think that he cant do that to your wife who is now carrying your first born!? Huh Volkov?!

(The two hurl profanities, insult and attacked each other all night until they both lie on the ground in exhaustion. Matushka Irene just waited for them to finish and settle their score, man to man.)

Belle's POV

"Ah...baby."

Nikolai winced as I press the cotton ball directly to his cut on his left eyebrow.

"Don't ah baby me Nikolai! Why did you have to brawl with Artan? I thought somebody ," I glared at Alexei,"said you were in a business meeting after the conglomerate meet?"

"I was...urgh!" He grunts as I press deeper to his wound. At this point I'm already trying very hard not to scream and go full on hormonal bitch to the two.

I can't believe I'm the only one in this goddamn household who did not know that my husband was in a slugfest!

"You were what Nikolai? Just so we're clear, I am your wife! Your WIFE Nikolai!" I pressed and pressed even harder everytime I say the word wife.

"That means I have the right to know everything! Especially when it involves you and Alexei!"

I can already feel my hands shake, trying very hard not hurl a very hard object at the two. I started to fume even more when he and Alexei's faces looked rather amused more than anything else.

"Oh so you two find this funny?!"

"Princess..." Alexei interrupts while stepping closer to me.

"Do not princess me Alexei! You and your brother can start taking your pillows and mattresses out of our bed because there will be no PRINCESS and definitely no BABY for the two of you tonight!"

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Nikolai's POV

Fuck me she's so beautiful. My darling Belle. My always sleeping beauty. The mother of my first child. What did I ever do to deserve you?

My cock hasnt been himself since this woman came into my life. It grew brains and been acting on its fucking own without my permission, mostly in places and at times I do not want him to be twitching and pointing forward to the wife's pussy.

God that pussy! I'm gonna fucking eat that juicy piece of plump meat everyday for the rest of my life and until my last breath.

She will be the death of me. I am now resolved.

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Alexei's POV

My sweet princess. Mine and my Brother's queen. Our lady love.

How can a woman be so mad and look so beautiful and pure at the same time?

It is taking everything in me not to bend her over and wrap my hand around her neck, choke that little throat of hers and ram my cock inside that divinely luscious ass.

Fuck! This woman will be the death of me. I know of it.

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Belle's POV

Artan chuckles as I sermon to the two. Matushka is tending to his bruises on the sofa right across us. He and Matushka are sitting side by side. He is wincing in pain as Matushka Irene pushes the icepack on his bruised eyecircle.

"Oh..Fuck off!" Nikolai howled.

Matushka just shook her head and ignored Nikolai. Artan is looking at me intently just like how he looks at me when we were still together. I gazed away and focused my attention to Nikolai.

Perhaps my husband noticed what was Artan doing so he grabbed the roof of the lamp shade behind him and instantly threw at Artan's face. Artan was able to catch it and hurles it back to Nikolai.

"Nikolai Vyacheslav Volkov! Do not make me come to you baby boy!" Matushka scolds.