Her Volkovs #Book 4

Chapter 22

Belle's POV

I instructed the pilot to hover over the island before landing. I just want to pinpoint the exact location of

my husband first. I am here Nikolai, baby. Your wife is here. Where are you idiot? Did you really think

sending me away is a good idea?

So this is where the real Conglomerate meeting is taking place. It's like a fortress on a secluded island.

High stone walls, a friggin Castle in the middle, and open-air grounds where cars and several

helicopters are parked. It's beautiful really.

There--- he-- is. The man with three legs. He's standing with Alexei, Axel, and Artan. My legs are

terribly shaking as I look down. Yet my phobia seems to be overpowered by my desire to teach Nikolai

some very important lessons.

I am fuming. My heart is about to explode in anger. He always does this. He keeps me in the blind all

the time, all because he's thinking that he's protecting me.

I held on to my seat as the helicopter lands carefully. I placed my gun back in the holster as I prepare to

step out. I'm not keen on the attention that I'm getting from the security people right now but it's pretty

hard to keep a low profile especially when you arrive in a goddam helicopter!

My dress looks tamed even though the wind from the rotor of the helicopter is blowing really hard. I

should thank Matushka later for this. It is mermaid cut, has a high slit showing my chubby legs and

even chubbier thighs. And my boobs look amazing through the lacey top. I undeniably look regal.

Slutty--- but still regal.

When I reached the foyer of the castle, Nikolai, Alexei, Axel, Artan, and their men are already on top of

the stairs as if waiting for me. I was then halted by a woman who's wearing a sexy blue dress. She's a

brunette with piercing grey eyes, rouge lipstick, and a very noticeable tiger tattoo on her cleavage. She

looks so badass and sexy at the same time. I saw her taking orders from Axel just a while ago. She NôvelDrama.Org © content.

must be one of Axel De Alba's people.

"Mrs. Volkov, surrender any concealed weapons please." She said waiting for me to hand over my gun.

Nikolai and Alexei said that I should always protect myself. There is no way I'm surrendering my gun to

her.

"Get out of my way." I retorted.

"Mrs. Volkov, it's protocol. Everyone in this organization follows protocol. That means, even Volkov's

wife should follow the rules. No weapons in the meeting. Security of everyone is guaranteed by the

host." She replied.

"What makes you think I have a weapon to surrender?" Shit. I can see from my position that Nikolai is

already getting agitated and Alexei is looking at Axel all annoyed. Oh my goodness. I should really drop

this before my husbands overreact to the situation.

Before I could even decide, the woman took me by surprise by bending down to search me from my

ankles with both of her hands. She's looking me in the eye as she drops in front of me.

Her palms gently brushed my skin, sliding with ease up to the back of my knees to my thighs. Her lips

slightly pulled to the side in a naughty smile when she felt the holster of my gun. She stood up, pulled

me by my waist until there was not an inch of space between the two of us.

Her other hand crawled under my dress while her eyes are still focused on my face. I felt her unhook

my gun from the holster and showed me that she got it. She winked at me mischievously while handing

the gun to one of Axel's men. I just bit my lower lip in embarrassment.

I thought that was over but then she signaled using her finger that I turn my back. Of course I did not

submit.

"Suit yourself." She said with her thick Spanish accent. She again pulled me to her and then reached

for my bum and stayed there for a good several seconds before gliding her palms up my back, down

my waist, and then to my sides, all the way up the side of my breasts.

I feel like any moment from now this woman is going to make out with me. This is way beyond a normal

pat-down. I mean she's sexy and all but I just don't roll that way. My best friend and I would kiss but it's

nothing awkward or weird like this. But then again, I can see that the people around us are waiting for

my reaction so I decided to just play it cool to get this little show done and over with.

I leaned forward so our faces are just inches away. Her long lashes fluttered in amazement. I touched

her lips with my fingertips slowly and gently and then traced the curve of her jaw. "Are we good?" I

asked as seductively as I can. She was left speechless and so I took the chance to get away. I

removed myself from her arms and left her there.

I went straight towards my husband who is now smoking a cigar right next to his brother. Alexei just

downed a glass of hard liquor as I come near them.

"A word, Nikolai, Alexei." I said as calmly as I can. In truth, my heart wants to explode in anger. I know

that Alexei, the other love of my life is not to be blamed for this. I know this is all Nikolai. He is the devil

as between him and his brother. I am a hundred percent sure of that. Still, I am so mad at him for

agreeing to his brother in sending me away. It means that he also doesn't believe that I can protect

myself in the wives' meeting.

Nikolai tried to reach for the small of my back as we walk side by side but I instantly refused him. I hate

him so much. I can't even stand looking at his beautiful godly face.

Axel and Artan excused themselves to go back inside the meeting rooms. I just waited for a few more

seconds so I can do what I have been wanting to do since my helicopter ride. I asked for some privacy

from Yuri, Boris, and Dimitri, they obliged and turn their backs on us.

Nikolai attempted to grab me once again but I swatted his hand off of me. I looked him straight in the

eye and punched him in the face as hard as I can.

He looked to the side when my punch landed. My hand is shaking and I feel like the back of my hand is

going to bleed. I held on to his tuxedo tightly and looked him straight in the eyes.

"If you can't respect me as your wife, I'm getting a divorce. So don't fuck with me again Nikolai."

I let go of him and warned the two not to touch me or else I'm going home to Palawi at once and they

will never see me again and our babies. They know for a fact that I can make that happen.

"Hey, can you take me to the Wives' Meeting?" I said a little louder to the woman in a blue dress and a

tiger tattoo. She obliged much to her glee.

Matushka looked like she's already waiting for me at the wives table. She's standing right next to an

empty seat with a smile on her face. She looked so proud of me for coming through. If there's one

person who is all for women ruling the world, it would be Matushka. One of the toughest women I have

ever known in my life.

Everyone has settled and only the soft sound of the jazz band playing and the occasional chattering

from the Bosses' table can be heard. There are three empty chairs at the table, and I think I have an

idea to whom the chairs belong to. One chair is a combination of gold and red velvet, the other one is

royal blue and diamond and the other one is a combination of white, gold, and dark green with a

monogram V etched on it.

"Princess, you have made Matushka really proud tonight. Remember, you are Volkov's Queen. Show

these lousy bitches how it's done. Now go on, take a seat on your throne."

"Thank you Matushka. But where are you going?"

"My sweet sweet princess. It's time for Matushka to retire from the Conglomerate wives table. My time

has passed. But don't worry, I will be there with my boys to watch over you."

The one presiding over the wives' meeting rang a small glass bell to get the attention of everyone. She

was glancing over at us and clearing her throat being all righteous and snobby. She reminds me so

much of those Stepford wives. The perfect- cupcake baking--Chanel N°5 Eau de parfum -wearing kind

of wives.

"We have been interrupted, but let us not lost focus on the important matters that we have lined up.

Shall we?" Said Mrs. Stepford as if she did not see me approach the table. Yikes.

No matter. I sat on my rightful seat comfortably and crossed my legs over the other effectively showing

my chubby thighs which I am rather proud of. I did not care about the judging stare coming from the

other wives who look like Matushka's age. At this point, I feel like nothing can actually intimidate me.

Not even all of these wives combined.

I mean I just punched the Russian Mafia Boss in his face. Is there anything else I cannot do? Although

I highly doubt if I will get away with it judging by how Nikolai is looking at me right now. His dark green

eyes have turned even darker and I think I know what that devil is thinking at this precise moment.

to be continued...