Her Volkovs #Book 3 novel Chapter 7

Belle's POV

I'm sitting at the left most part of one of the long wooden chairs at St. Mary's chapel. I'm right next to the isle at the center most part of this simple yet beautifully ornamented holy place. The sun illuminates through the stained glass on the background of the wooden cross as different colors reach down the floor.

I sat still and reflect upon what has been happening to me. As time passes by, the pain in my heart just keeps on getting worse. I honestly don't know what to do next.

I just found out that I got fired from St. Mary's School for Special Children. Apparently, Nikolai was the one who had me fired. I then recalled that time when he fetch me here before our rendezvous at the warehouse. That was the time when he instructed something to Dr. Thomas. When I asked him about it, he just brushed off my inquiry. I'm still trying to figure out why did he have to do this. But then again, he is Nikolai. The Russian Mafia Boss. He does as he pleases.

I did not insist on Dr. Thomas anymore. I know that Nikolai did not give him that much choice. He is the biggest benefactor of St. Mary's School, he can do whatever he wants in this school, even have his own ex fiance' fired. To be perfectly honest, I'd rather that I get fired than Nikolai pulling off his donations.

I bade goodbye to my kids without them knowing that I am leaving for good. My already broken heart was crushed into tiny pieces as I kiss them one by one. It's the end of summer which means school has yet to officially begin. So I visited them in their respective dorm rooms. The smiles on their faces when they saw me were priceless.

Sylvester was the hardest one to bid goodbye to. He was clinging on to my waist while saying that he loves me and that he misses me so much. It took so much strength from my heart to hold back the tears that were already threatening to fall. Plus my pregnant hormones are all over the place. I was basically a ball of sob and tears in the inside.

A snort of disbelief escaped my mouth. Even when we're apart, Nikolai still manages to hurt me, over and over again. This baby is a constant reminder that no matter what I do and no matter how hard I try to move on, his own flesh and blood will stay inside me and with me for the rest of my life.

I flinched the moment I felt someone sat beside me. Oh my god.

My reflexes instantly pushed me to stand from my seat but someone pulled me right back and made me sit on his lap.

It's Nikolai.

The man who broke my heart into pieces. The man who ruined my very being. The father of my baby.

In an instant, his overwhelming presence took over my now weak body. I wanted to scream and tell him how much I hate him for causing me so much pain but no words came out of my mouth.

He took my wrists and palmed them with his one hand while his other arm is wrapped around me. I attempted to stand but he did not let go of me. Instead what he did next affected me so much, that I gave in to what my heart is telling me to do. Stay.

Nikolai rested his head on my chest and slowly closed his eyes. His breathing became calmer by the second but his grip remained tight, "I died the moment you left baby. You took everything with you along with my heart and the air that I was breathing."

I swallow the lump in my throat as Nikolai makes known what he feels. He then lets go of my hands and completely envelopes me in his arms.

At this point, I did not know what to do and how to react. I am confused in the truest sense of the word. Why am I feeling like this? And why is Nikolai doing this?

"Three seconds.....just three seconds more baby...." He said as he completely buries his face on my neck and then down my breasts. I can already feel his breathing and the roughness of his thin beard touching my skin.

I remained still on Nikolai's lap. I looked up to where the sun illuminates. I took a breath and sigh in defeat. I am still in love with this man.

"My little one, this is your Pa. His name is Nikolai Vyacheslav Volkov. Yes..... you are a Volkov, my baby. You are a Vyacheslav like your grandpa and your aunt Yelena."

"I'm sorry....Ma is sorry for doing this to you."

I wipe the tears that are now falling down my face. At this point I don't know if keeping my pregnancy from Nikolai is still a good idea. Maybe A is right. Nikolai has the right to know.

But the memory of his betrayal comes right back. That exact moment flashed in front of my eyes like a nightmare that haunts the deepest part of my soul.

I looked down at Nikolai's face and realize that he is actually resting like a baby. He looked so peaceful and quiet. Just like those times when we were still together. His usual serious and don't fuck with me look disappears the moment he comes home and rests his body on mine. It's like he is a different person when we are together. When he's with me, he is not the all powerful Russian Mafia Boss. He's just my Nikolai. The love of my life.

Moments have past and his three seconds became a minute and then a few more.

"Nikolai..." I said as I try to get his attention.

He moved a little and I thought that he was going to let go but he pulled me even tighter, I feel like I am going to suffocate.

"Nikolai, I can't breathe."

"Me too." He retorted.

A naughty smile formed on his face while his eyes are shut, "Your breasts are so fine. I want you to smother me with these as my death wish."

My lips parted in disbelief. In an instant, I landed a slap on his face it echoed all over the church.

??? meanwhile ???

(Alexei, Yuri, Boris, and Dimitri are just outside the door of the church when they heard a loud slapping sound. Their hands are inside their pockets while waiting)

Alexei: Aaaaaaand....that gentlemen was the queen's hand on the Boss' face.

Dimitri: Well, somebody's gonna go out of that door with a handprint on the face.

Yuri and Boris lips pulled to the side in amusement.

The four snorted in unison.

????

Unbelievable!!!!