Belle's POV
I chose to wear the high waist denim jeans, tight black off-shoulder crop top, and my high heels--which I won't be able to wear these coming months for some obvious and pregnant reasons--that is why I'm going to wear this for as long as I can. I tied my hair into a ponytail and left a few thin strands hanging on both sides of my face.
"I love you so much, Nikolai. We'll be back in a while. I'll bring takeaway." I then moved my husband slowly under the covers and kissed him on his lips before going downstairs.
The men assigned to guard during the night are still awake and alert, scattered around and some are inside the house playing cards.
When they noticed me they instantly halted and said good night to me one by one. The awkward silence continued as I pour water into my glass. To not prolong the agony lingering in the air I tried to drink my water fast.
"Madame, the boss Alexei said he will wait for you in the driveway." One of the men said.
"Oh okay. Thank you. Nikolai is upstairs sleeping. Please don't wake him unless it's an emergency. Your Boss needs all the rest he can get. Yuri is in charge. Also--one of you has two deuces and an ace of diamonds." I said with a straight face. All of them instantly looked at the guy next to me with amused faces as if trying to confirm what I said. The poor man tried to make a poker face at first but eventually gave in. He scratched his head and revealed his card in defeat. The men laughed and the awkwardness in the air was slowly dispelled.
When I went outside, on the driveway I saw Yuri and Alexei who is now trying to wear his black leather gloves. A red huge Ducati bike is being checked by one of the men as Alexei appears to be talking to Yuri.
"Hey. Are we riding this tonight? Wow." I asked as my eyes marvel at how beautiful and impressive the red bike looks.
"Indeed, she's beautiful. This is Diana. She's gonna take us wherever you want to go tonight."
I will not say that it was a relief to know that Diana isn't a real person, I just giggle inside. Reminds me so much of Dylan and his car in the garage, Mary.
"You shipped this from New York?" I asked as I run my fingers on its leather seat.
"No. I bought this one here when we arrived. I left Jenny, Laura, Shiela, Michelle, and Christine in New York, couldn't risk seeing them getting scratches on the way here." He answered like his bikes are his real and serious business. Hmm- men and their toys.
"Oh, so there are a lot of women left in New York. I hope they don't get sad when their Daddy is away." I said teasingly.
Deep inside me is tempted to ask why am I knowing this fact about him just now, but I'm afraid I would be slapped again with 'You are so focused on my brother you did not even bother to ask what my last name is' kind of statements. We've been making significant progress, I don't want to go back to zero with my relationship with Alexei again.
The love of my life wraps his arm around the small of my back and pulled me towards him to kiss. "Say the word Daddy one more time and your sexy ass will immediately go back to our room for some long overdue punishment."
I bit my lower lip as I try so hard to not take him up for his challenge. My stomach is rambling, sexy time can wait.
"Okay Da-- Alexei..." I said, acting innocently.
He chuckles as he places the other helmet on me.
"Yuri, take care of Nikolai please?" I said as I glance in his direction.
"We'll be back in an hour." Alexei says, dismissing Yuri. The man just nods and continues looking at me.
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Text message conversation between Nikolai and Alexei when Belle went out of the room while Alexei was preparing Diana.
Alexei: Thanks, brother.
Nikolai: She's in love with you. You have to believe that, brother. In her eyes, we are one.
Alexei: I know, but let me just clarify that women are more attracted to me than they are to you. Technically, they just dig you because you're richer.
Nikolai: Airheaded fuck.
Alexei: *snorts*
Nikolai: Take care of her. Keep a low profile. Were not in our territory, remember that.
Alexei: Sure will. Now go back to sleep. You have a lot of catching up to do.
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