Her Volkovs #Book 3 novel Chapter 5

Belle's POV

Artan Bogdani. The Albanian Mob Boss. Nikolai Vyacheslav Volkov's arch-nemesis.

I flinched the moment our skin touched.

He grabbed me around my back and pinned me to his body rather abruptly and tightly. He then wrapped his palm around my neck, up my nape and pulled my face to the side of his face. His thin beard is now touching my left cheek causing this inexplicable current running down my spine.

I pushed him away but he just pulled me even closer and tighter towards him.

"Don't touch me Artan! Go away!"

I hit him on his chest and kicked him many times but he grabbed my hands with his other hand and pulled my body with the other.

"Why won't you stop? I told you to stop! What else do you want? Nikolai and I are over! You have won! So please stop!"

My stupid tears are flowing again. I hate myself for crying. I want these tears to once and for all drain out of my system. I am so tired! My heart is crushed into tiny pieces and I don't know if I would still be able to recover. And the man caressing me right now is one of the reasons why I am going through this hell. I hate this man to the bone!

Artan remained still and quiet. He wiped the tears from my face but I instantly removed his hand off of me.

I hit him again and again until my body slowly gave up. My brain is in protest and wants me to storm out of the room at this very moment, but my heart says otherwise. For some inexplicable reason, Artan's touch and warm embrace made me feel safe and at ease despite my hatred towards him.

Slowly, my body relaxed. My heart refused to put up a fight. I have completely lost my ability to defend myself from the situation.

Artan's tight grip slightly loosens but with enough strength to effectively immobilize my weak body and to let me know that he is now in control. He kept quiet. His actions spoke louder than words.

I breathed Artan's scent as I slowly rest my head on his arm. My eyelids grew heavier by the second. I flickered my eyes trying to save myself from completely drifting off but I failed.

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A's POV

I slowly closed the door and ran towards my brother.

"Ames, shhh..... It's okay." He said, gentle as always.

I burried my face on his chest. I had a feeling that this will work. I just did not realize how difficult this must be for my bestfriend. I'm afraid that by putting her in this situation, I may have caused more harm than good to her.

"It's done. She's asleep now. Your plan worked, why are you crying?"

"Nothing." I said.

Of course I lied. I can't tell him how bad I feel about him and my bestfriend. I feel like I have betrayed both of them at the same time. I just can't imagine how hard this is for my brother as well. Seeing the woman he loves with his own Boss because of his sister's own doing. Just the thought of it makes me want to scream at myself.

"I'm sorry Dylan. I'm sorry. I just want to protect you and B."

"Let's not talk about it Ames. What's important is that she's going to be fine. And the baby is going to be fine too if Belle regains her strength. What you need to do now is to be stronger for her. You know, the Ames that I have always known times ten."

My brother is right, I should be stronger for B. She has no one else but me and my brother and maybe Artan to depend on. She is pregnant and got cheated on by her lovers. She needs all the help that she can get. "Okay." I said as I wipe the tears from my eyes.

I glanced at the other Albanian men in the living room. I just can't help but marvel at how intimidating and not to mention, how sexy they look, including the one named Dardan. I think he is the one wearing a perfectly tailored suit just like his Boss and just like how that Yuri the Russian would always look like. I think they are the most trusted by their respective Bosses. They have the same umffff. You know what I mean?

Gosh! Is it really a requirement in hell nowadays to have good looks?

But of course, in my own humble opinion, no gang in this whole damn world compares to B's Russian Mafia men. I mean, damn! Mother earth really took her time in creating her masterpieces as beautiful as my bestfriend's lovers. That's why I can't really blame her for losing her mind when it comes to the two.

Perhaps my brother noticed that I easily got distracted by the presence of the Albanian Mob in the house so he grabbed me by my arms gently and gazed at me with his usual brotherlike look.

"Now, how about making us some coffee? I think my brothers will be needing stronger brew for tonight."

I flashed the sweetest smile while wiping my eyes with the back of my right hand.

"Of course, right away big bro!"

I hugged my brother so tight once again and made my way to the kitchen.

"Hey Ames, by the way. How did you know that this will work?" Asked my brother as he enters the kitchen. I'm already prepping the coffee maker when he sat next to me and grabbed an apple to eat.

"As a matter of fact I did not know. I just had a theory. I tested it and it worked."

"And that theory would be?"

"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Sure."

"Okay, so when you are addicted to something, and that something is all of a sudden taken away from you? Your system runs havoc and you simply cant help but find that one thing that will put things back to normal. That's what happened to B. She has become too dependent to the love and protection of the Ultra Boss and Extra Boss. The moment that so called LOVE and protection disappeared into thin air, she panicked and did not know what to do. She's not used to being alone. All her life she has always been cared for, perhaps all too much. What's happening to her right now is simply out of her element. Plus the fact that she's pregnant. Everything becomes too drastic and intense. She needed a fix. And your Boss is the fix. It's as simple as that."

My brother looked more confused than ever. A sigh escaped my mouth in frustration. Gosh, how can men be so stupid? I always have to spell things out to them. Note to self for the second life: DO NOT GROW A PENIS.

"Okay...B is...well let's just say that she has a particular taste in men. She only gets attracted to strong, powerful and over the top good looking men. She's not into good boys because she will easily get bored. In short, you will only have her attention if you have the qualities of her Father, the Dictator, the General Emilio Pablo Galves himself."

My brother grew a smile on his face slowly.

"Yah, yah... I know, you're her ex boyfriend, that puts you in the list. But brother, no offense but you're the least bad boy of them all! If we are going to line up all of B's men, you will be considered a friggin SAINT!"

My brother chuckled and shook his head. We both know that this is the plain and simple truth. B is into evil genocidal and batshit crazy control freaks, like the Ultra Boss, Extra Boss and the Boss inside the room with her at this very moment, who I think is having the time of his life for having B in his arms like this.

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Belle's POV

"A!!!!!!!!!" I called out screaming for my bestfriend. I hugged the pillow tightly while tears flow down my cheeks. Why am I feeling like this! I hate it so much! It's like I'm not in control of my own emotions.

My bestfriend instantly climbed to bed and knelt in front of me. "What happened. Why are you crying?"

"Why did you leave me? I don't want to wake up alone A! Where is Artan?"

"Uhh..."

"What Uhh? Don't Uhh me! I want him now!"