Belle's POV
Ivan and Vasily informed me that I don't have to worry about Kovrov as Vladi, one of the elders whom Nikolai trust in the Russian Town has everything under control in his territory. What the two are not sure about are other territories under the helm of the elders loyal to Papa Vyacheslav but had seniority issues with Nikolai. Their number is not significant to topple down Nikolai but it's wise to give some people loyalty check especially now that their Boss had been arrested and their Underboss is unconscious.
I am just now realizing the gravity of my current situation. This is all me now. I'm the one left to do what my husbands have been doing almost all their lives. What am I even gonna do?
My heart started to bang inside my ribcage. I'm pregnant, my back is aching, every time I rest my head on something I doze off like I have been deprived of sleep and I am constantly hungry. I want to throw up every time I smell something fishy. And my belly would randomly twitch or tickle inside like there's a mini wrestling match going on inside me. On top of all that is the fact that I almost died of a severe allergic reaction, almost had a miscarriage, went through divorce, my husband had been arrested right in front of my eyes, my other husband is still unconscious, our home had been seized, my private life has been publicized, and I may or may not have videos of my sexual activities with my husbands leaked on the internet.
"Stop. Ivan. Pull over please." He looked at me in the rearview mirror worriedly and slowly pulled over the side of the road.
They instantly went out of the car and stood by my side when I went down to puke. Vasily took something from the SUV and gave me a bottle of water.
"Madame. I think you need to rest."
"I just need to breathe, is all Vasily. Can you give me a moment please?"
They both nodded and gave me a little space. I sat on the edge of the floorboard of our SUV and dialed my father. To my surprise however, he called me first before I could even press the call button.
"Papa."
"Ara. Do you want to come back to the embassy?"
"No Pa. Can I ask you about something?"
"Okay."
"When you were still the Governor-General what did you do when there's resistance within your ranks?"
"Hmm. Resistance within my ranks meant nothing more but mutiny. Mutiny in the armed forces during my time in Palawi is punishable by death through firing squad."
"Did-did you have people punished through firing squad because of mutiny?"
"No Arabella."
"You mean, there were no traitors in your ranks before?"
"Oh, there were traitors. I just did not give them the chance to die through firing squad. They died of natural causes."
"Pa?"
"Arabella. If there's a traitor in your ranks, you nip the bastard in the bud like a spring frost to a flower bud."
I can't believe that my relationship with my father has come to this point. I am now asking him for guidance on how to weed out traitors and run a friggin Mafia. I honestly did not think of this as part of my job description as Nikolai's and Alexei's wife. But here I am, on my way to the place where my husbands keep their stashes when situations like this arise.
The place is under the protection of the Conglomerate. The coordinates of the location were sent to me in a tablet by Axel through a messenger he sent my way. We arrived at a basement parking and a narrow underground driveway where there are motion-activated lights. Vasily opened the car door for me and helped me step down safely.
There's a huge steel door that requires my handprint and an iris scan which instantly recognized me. However it then required a voice password which I had no idea about. As far as I can remember, when we arrived in Colombia to do the authentication process for my formal inclusion to Conglomerate as Nikolai's wife, I only had to give my hand prints, eye scan and voice sample. There was no mention of a voice password.
"Mrs. Volkov." I said as this is the password for my closet back in mansion.
Incorrect Password.
Geez. Okay. Uhm.
"Mary Arabella Volkov."
Incorrect Password.
"Forever and ever?"
Incorrect Password.
Oh my god. Think Belle! What could be the password that your husband programmed in this? I am sure it's something personal. Something that only Nikolai, Alexei and I know.
"Ya lyublyu tebya." I said with so much hope I was almost a hundred percent sure until-
Incorrect Password.
At this point, Ivan and Vasily must have noticed that I am getting anxious by the second. Ivan nods at me while Vasily came a little closer.
"It's okay Madame. Take your time."
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. It took me a few more minutes before I have finally figured it out.
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