Her Volkovs #Book 4 novel Chapter 19

Belle's POV

Sebastian the delivery guy is none other than Axel De Alba, the head of the Cabana Cartel. He looked in my direction a couple of times but I just hiss at him. I actually don't like his guts anymore.

I don't get why he had to pretend to be someone else when he could have just introduced himself that time. I mean, how hard is it for a boss to be a normal human being for once?

"You've met De Alba?" Nikolai asked, clenching his jaw while looking in Axel's direction. And I can see that the Cartel Boss is enjoying every bit of reaction he's getting from Nikolai. If looking at someone could kill, Axel would have been dead minutes ago.

I placed my palm on top of Nikolai's hand and squeezed it gently to get his attention. He's holding the gold wolf head of the cane tightly, the veins in his hand are already showing.

I told Nikolai how Axel and I met and it looks like it pissed him off even more. This is not a time for a jealous Nikolai. We are in a business gathering and he should be focused on business and not some petty jealousy.

"What's that fucker's problem?" Alexei said with furrowed eyebrows, as he sits beside me while holding a glass of liquor.

And this is definitely not a good time for a jealous Alexei. Two jealous Volkovs is not a good combination. It's a friggin recipe for disaster.

"Apparently, they've met." Nikolai responded to Alexei.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I feel like I did something wrong although I don't see why this is supposed to be my fault.

"I did not intend to keep this from the two of you. I did not even know that the man who delivered food to me was--him." I answered and I'm so close to getting annoyed, mad even! "You two are making it sound like I enjoy being in this position. I don't!"

"What position exactly?" Nikolai asked. I don't know if it's just my pregnant hormones messing with my mood but his question left a bad taste in my mouth.

I removed my palm from the back of his hand. In my mind, I'm already screaming my response to his question. The position of being accused of being a whore! Oh wait-- let me be exact. The Russian Boss' whore. The Albanian Boss' whore. And now the Cartel Boss' whore!

I kept my mouth shut. I'm so mad at him right now. I squeezed my palm just to prevent myself from completely losing it and landing a slap on his face.

I attempted to stand up but Nikolai already caught me by my arm, pulling me back to my seat.

"Let go of me at once or I swear to god Nikolai I'm going to leave and go back home tonight and I don't mean New York." I say as calm as possible but deep inside, I want to transform into a full-blown hormonal bitch.

"Do not let go brother." Alexei said, with a fake smirk on his face while raising his glass of scotch to someone in the crowd. He's smiling but his demeanor is causing chills to run down my spine. "One more talk about leaving us and I will drag you myself back to New York and lock you in the fucking basement on a fucking leash wrapped around your neck. You know I will enjoy every second of it."

Alexei rarely gets mad but when he does, he is dead serious and it's scary.

"You and your brother are sick in the head." I tried to remove myself from Nikolai's tight grip but after several attempts, I gave up because it actually hurts.

To make matters worse, Axel is approaching our direction together with his entourage. My goodness! What is this man's problem? Boris remained standing blocking the way behind the velvet rope while Yuri and Dimitri await Nikolai's signal.