Her Volkovs #Book 4 novel Chapter 15

Belle's POV

"Dimi, I'm hungry. Can you tell Nikolai or Alexei that the pregnant woman they are locking up is famished? Also, can you tell your Boss to get a divorce attorney? I just need to consult some very important matters."

Silence.

I swear Nikolai and Alexei are going to pay for this! I really don't see the reason why I am being held hostage by my own family! If they have a reason for this, why not tell me!? Why keep me in the blind? I have the right to know the truth!

I don't have a phone and nobody is answering me anymore from the other side of the door. I am so mad and hungry at the same time. My stomach is already rambling. I need to get out of here.

I scanned the room and the only way I can get out of here is through the windows. Luckily one window is open, but it will be approximately eight feet fall to the ground. Jumping out is not an option.

And so I took the sheets from our bed and then tied the one end around the pole of the window. It did not really reach the ground but I guess it's going to work. I tossed my high heels first and then my purse so I can free my hands. I slowly lowered down facing the window, my bum flying outside. My mesh dress is not helping my cause at the moment, but at this point, I really don't care.

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After going to the next-door neighbors and reaching for their telephone line from one of their windows, I was able to call an operator to dial a restaurant that offers delivery for Palitos De Queso which is one of my most favorite Latin American food. When my father attends a meeting with some of the leaders from this part of the world, we would always be offered by the host their delicacies one of which is this yummy and cheesy soft breadsticks. Just imagining the chewy and gooey cheese makes my mouth water already. I'm so hungry and so as my babies I believe. Aren't you little Volkovs?

Yes mum! We are hungry! Said the little voices in my head.

Geez. My hunger is real.

I wonder why the neighbors aren't necessarily strict when it comes to their home security. It's like I can just get in and take whatever I want and leave just like that. Maybe perhaps they are thinking that no one would dare take anything from them because they are the De Alba's, the most powerful drug cartel in South America.

Yikes. I hope they don't find out I was the one who took their horse for a ride, ate some of their icecream and borrowed their telephone for a while.

Hmm-- no matter. Nikolai will take care of it if I get caught.

In the meantime, while waiting for my food I decided to wait by the pool. I'm taking my form-fitting dress off to get ready to swim when all of a sudden I felt someone behind me. When I turned around my heart jump from my chest when he seemed to be extending his arms to hold me. I instantly turned to my defensive mode and recalled what my cousin Devon taught me. I kneed the man on the balls as strong as I can. He slumped on the chair in pain. And then I looked around for any object I can throw at him but I only saw my stilettos. I figured I will just stab his eyes with the pointed heels.

I was about to lung at him but I was halted when he extended his arms. "No! Por favor! Ah! Shit." He exclaimed in agony. He is holding in his hand a brown paper bag and a tub of what looks like ice cream.

Oh my god! It's the food delivery guy!

He looks too dapper for a delivery guy though. He is wearing a frigging perfectly tailored suit, a neatly trimmed beard, jet black hair, and tattoos on both his hands.

"Señora Arabella Volkov?" He asked, and he's trying really hard to look unfazed but he's obviously failing.

"Yes. Oh my gosh. Is that my food delivery?" I let go of my stilettos and slowly step towards him to take my food.

"Palitos De Queso, soda, and a complimentary chocolate gelato imported from Italia." He answered.

"Uhm I am so sorry. You startled me. Here let me help." I took the tub of ice cream and placed it on top of his crotch to somehow ease the pain. I figured, Artan used ice before when I accidentally kicked him on his man parts as well. Maybe the cold will help. "I'm so sorry. What's you're name?"

It took him a while to answer, in fact, I think he even thought of his name first. Geez Belle, you gave the man temporary amnesia by kicking him on his balls.

"Sebastian." He finally replied.

"Thank you Sebastian. Good thing the gelato did not melt on the way here?" Is the only conversation I can strike given the awkward situation.

"Ah. The restaurant is not far from here and the owner also owns this club." He replied.

"Oh really? Axel De Alba?" I asked as I hurriedly wear my black dress back.

"Yes." He answered. "Do you know him?"