Her Volkovs #Book 4

Chapter 50 Epilogue

Featured song (for Nikolai and Alexei) : Starboy by The Weeknd

SWEET REVENGE

Sergey Yvanislov arrived with his wife Laura at the airstrip. He hurriedly takes their bag from the back

of the car and got on the plane but was halted when they got inside. He froze and lets go of the bag the

moment he realized who are in front of him.

Nikolai and Alexei are comfortably sitting beside each other on different seats, wearing black leather

gloves while holding guns with silencers.

Boris pushed Sergey and his wife and signaled them to sit right across the Bosses of the Russian

Mafia.

"Boris, why don't you pour some wine for this man and his lovely wife?"

The big man gave them a glass each already filled with champagne. Boris stood on their side to make

sure they drink it- as if the now ill-fated couple has a choice.

"Do you think if you kill me now, no one else is going to want your head Volkov?" Said Sergey.

"Nah. I will not kill you- for now. That's such an easy way out for you Sergey. For your wife though-"

Laura is now holding her neck as if choking. She drops to her knees as she crawls to her husband

gasping for air.

Sergey tried to help her out but Boris pointed a gun at him telling him in Russian that he can't do

anything about it because she's going to die any second and that if he moves, he's going to shoot him.

"What does it feel like to watch your wife choke to her death right in front of you Sergey?" Said Nikolai,

recalling the time when Belle was choking because of a severe reaction to olives that was intentionally

mixed into her food.

"Laura, honey. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Sergey cries in defeat as he sees his wife take her last breath.

Nikolai signaled Boris to send over Yrina next to her father. She cried the moment she saw her

mother's lifeless body.

"Oh my baby girl, forgive me. Let her go Volkov! You don't need her! She has nothing to do with this."

"Okay." Nikolai said nonchalantly. And then he shoots Yrina right in the middle of her forehead. She fell

lifelessly in front of her father, eyes still half-open.

Sergey attempted to reach for a gun from his back but Alexei was able to shoot him first, on his chest.

He fell back and this time Nikolai shot him on his neck, blood instantly gushed out like a faucet. He

desperately held his neck until his last breath a few seconds later.

Nikolai and Alexei stepped out of the private plane in all their godly glory. Their men are already waiting

for them to get inside the four black SUVs.

Nikolai is wearing a black long coat and black inner suit-mafia tattoos peaking over his collar and wrist

and that one very prominent Conglomerate ring around his right-hand ringer finger. His brother, the

other half of the Russian Mafia is wearing an all-black suit with an inner turtleneck collar and leather

gloves. He hands the gun to Dimitri while Nikolai hands his gun to Yuri.

~

SAFE HOUSE

Belle's POV

It's been a month since the emergency c-section. Nikolai and I have been living peacefully in the safe

house in the Russian Mafia Town with the twins and Yuri. The little angels have been keeping their

father up every night for the past four weeks-the reason why Nikolai looks perpetually tired and groggy.

He also made sure that I get enough rest, that's why I healed and recovered fast from being cut open

to remove the babies from my womb.

I learned from my husbands that after I was dragged from the car and a cloth bag was placed around

my head, the gunshots I heard were those of Alexei and the rest of the boys arriving just in time to save

me and Nikolai from the men who attacked us. They immediately brought us to the emergency room

and then I was recommended for an emergency c-section.

It's also been a month since I have seen Alexei in person. He calls every day when he wakes up, in

between meetings, and before he goes to bed. He's been busy doing damage control to VH and the

rest of our legitimate businesses because of the sensationalized arrest of Nikolai. While Andrey, Dimitri,

Boris and the rest of the boys have been cleaning up the Mafia, doing loyalty checks in all of the

territories of the Volkov Mafia and making sure all our business partners, domestic and international are

in check.

Even though we were somehow in a long-distance relationship we made sure that we have time for

each other. Alexei has a direct link to the security cameras installed in the safe house so that he won't

miss anything, including how we manage to have sex when the babies are sleeping or how Nikolai is

competing with his own babies from suckling my breasts to sleep.

Despite taking the back seat to focus on being a father, I know that in major decisions, Nikolai is still the

one calling the shots. Alexei takes the heed and advice of his brother and they have the same love and

respect for each other as ever.

I stood excitedly in the veranda while waiting for Alexei to finally come and get us. I got a call from

Dimitri that they are on their way although I don't think we can leave immediately because Nikolai is still

sound asleep on the sofa after another overnighter. He's lying on his stomach, his face on top of a

throw pillow, hair disheveled and yet still looking like a demigod. Yuri is sitting right across him tapping

his phone looking serious as always. The young maids crushing on them since day one are now

giggling and whispering in the corner not realizing that I can actually see and hear them. They were

scolded by the older lady who's in charge of the safe house when she caught them ogling and loitering

around. Yuri just scoffs and shook his head when he noticed me looking at him teasingly as the girls

went running on tiptoes to the kitchen.

Well, what can I say- that's the Volkov effect. I can't blame them.

My heart jumped from my chest when I saw three SUVs pull over the driveway. And then there he is,

my Alexei. Stepping out of the car from the middle, wearing denim pants, a grey shirt and a leather

jacket. He actually looks casual and relaxed. His wavy short hair is in perfect place like he just got out

of a friggin magazine cover. And by just looking at him, I know that he smells so damn good.

I ran to him, jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. "Princess, careful." He chuckles.

"I miss you so much Alexei." I said kissing him on his lips while my arms are entwined around his neck.

He bites my tongue and then my lips with just enough pain to bring chills down my spine.

"I missed you so much my beautiful wife." He said while scanning my face with those eyes that could

melt even the coldest of hearts.

"I'm here to get you and the three babies." He continued teasingly. I let out a giggle because I actually

find it very funny and somehow quite accurate.

"Fuuuuck you." Inserted Nikolai who is now awake-he must have heard the SUVs pulling over the

driveway.

~

THE MANSION

One Year Later

The twins are in their crib reaching for the baby mobiles hanging over them. There's a stuffed elephant,

wolves, giraffe and the mandatory squishy gun specially placed by the not so gentle giant, Boris-who

by the way is a hands-on uncle who prefers to hang out with the twins than to go out on a Friday or

Saturday night.

Matushka and I just finished giving the twins baths that's why they are both in a cheery mood. She has

to leave early because she has a meeting with the team who handles Nikolai's publicity- an image

consultant

ublicist as part of their plan to boost the business from the recent scandal. I am glad that she is slowly

rebuilding her relationship with her sons and I know eventually they will be able to forgive her.

I found out from Matushka Irene that Nikolai called a truce with the Germans-or what's left of them, in

exchange for information of Victoria and Sergey and his wife's whereabouts. He then ordered the

release of the two little brothers of Otto provided that they now align their businesses to the Russian

Mafia instead of the Cabana Cartel, giving Nikolai more leverage in the Conglomerate. Of course, it

caught the ire of Sebastian who is also the twins' Godfather together with Artan.

At this point, I'm now used to the love-hate relationship of Axel, Artan and Nikolai. I'm not going to be

surprised to see them tomorrow plotting world domination together and fighting over something the

next day.

"Hey B, I got something for Nikolai's evil spawns." Said Amy who just arrived with soft headbands

thingy with blinking devil horns and count Dracula baby costumes.

She places them around Vyacheslav's and Roustam's heads carefully. "Seriously B, are you sure these

two came from you? The way I see it, all of these are Nikolai."

I know what Amy is trying to say. My babies are as Russian as they can be. From the color and texture

of their hair, those dark green eyes and the color of their skin. It's all Nikolai. It's almost as if my only

contribution was my womb and nothing else. No one would ever think that Vyacheslav and Roustam

are half Palawians as well.

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The night came and the babies are still wide awake. I positioned myself in the middle of the bed and

stacked several pillows so I can rest my back while breastfeeding the two.

I can't help but giggle because the costumes that Amy got for them really suits them well. They really

look like baby count Dracula. I wonder what costumes will that crazy woman think of next?

While the twins are behaving like good boys, Nikolai and Alexei came home from VH. They made sure

to clean up before jumping onto the bed with us- our usual nightly family ritual.

"Hey buddy." Said Nikolai while slowly removing Vyacheslav from my breast and placing him on my

side. "Papa's turn."

The cute little Dracula climbs up and tries to remove his father's face off of my breast. Nikolai however

slowly pushes him again, making the poor thing roll over a couple of times.

"Nikolai-" I warned.

Both Nikolai and Alexei just chuckle while looking at him struggle to climb back up as he starts to get

irritated.

"Pa-pa!" Said Vyacheslav while looking at his father with a frown on his face.

The three of us froze in our position. Nikolai and Alexei are so stunned that they were not able to react

for a good five seconds.

This almost left Nikolai in tears because I know how he patiently and diligently worked hard for this

milestone as a father. Every day without a fail, he would say the word Papa to the twins and it now

finally paid off- at least with Vyacheslav.

Alexei, as ever, is so supportive of his brother that he actually gives Nikolai enough space to be a

father to Vyacheslav and Roustam even though Nikolai does not necessarily want his brother to be

apart from us. That was one of the main reasons why Alexei refrained from going to the safe house no

matter how much he misses being with his family.

"My boy. Say that again my boy. Pa pa! Pa pa!" Said Nikolai as he carries Vyacheslav to his lap but the

hungry baby is already reaching for my breasts ignoring his father.

"Alright, you've earned it." Nikolai said as he places the baby back on my chest.

This time, Nikolai attempted to remove Roustam's mouth from my breasts but he was quickly

welcomed by his son's feet squishing his nose.

"Good job, Roust! My man!" Alexei cheered.

Nikolai kept on riling them up until the twins cried and cried like there's no tomorrow for at least twenty

minutes straight. Nikolai and Alexei were quick to cradle and hush the little draculas until they fell

asleep- all four of them.

Nikolai is on the reclining chair with baby Vyacheslav while Alexei is on the bed with Roustam, both

Pa's snoring softly. I slowly took the twins from their fathers' chest and placed them carefully in their

own separate cribs.

I looked at the white strip test I took this morning and placed it on top of the side table right next to

Alexei. I took a deep breath and sighed. Tomorrow is going to be a wonderful day in the Volkov

mansion.

This is my forever and ever with my Volkovs- and soon plus one.

The End.