Belle’s POV
The SUVs pulled over at the air strip where a private jet awaits us. It has a gold monogram V right next to the main door. Oh my gosh, this is soooo cool. So my Nikolai owns a huge ass private jet? This bitch might have to demand dinner in Paris every weekend.
The two are wearing sunglasses sporting their usual serious expressions but with a hint of occasional pleasant smiles as they glance in my direction. Damn, it’s pretty hard not to stare at them like a fangirl. I feel like Im the luckiest woman in the world being loved and protected or overprotected by not only one but two drop dead gorgeous mad men.
The two are holding my hands as we walk towards the jet. The wind is blowing my hair and dress to the side so Im trying to hold down my flowy dress with one hand to avoid revealing my soul to the world but Alexei quickly grabs it back to him and clutches it tight.
“Where are we going Nikolai?”
He cocks his head to my direction and lets out a soft smile. “To your parents.”
Oh. My. God. Did he just say that we are going to my parents?
“Say what Nikolai?”
“It’s about time your father and I talk.”
My lips parted in complete awe. Oh my gosh. I instantly panicked. My heart is pounding very hard it made me halt and squeez both their hands. I thought we are just going on a vacation in a cabin somewhere far away where there is snow, the three of us are gonna be snuggling beside the fireplace, be in our love bubble without any care to the world. Wow, if Nikolai’s purpose is to surprise me, he might have exceeded his goal way too much.
What would Mama and Papa think if I go home with two men holding my hands with the intention of keeping me for good? Sure I told Nikolai that he needs to meet my parents first before we marry but a lot of things have changed since then. First is Alexei. Oh god, what would my parents think and most importantly how would they react if they find out that their daughter is in bed with two Russian men who conveniently happen to be the Boss and the Underboss of the Russian Mafia? The mere fact that I’m being shared by these two is enough reason to cause either my Ma or Pa’s sudden heart failure or god forbid their early transition from this world to heaven.
If I get lucky, Pa would just lock me down the basement and give me food rations and daily needs for my sustenance like a prisoner thrown down the rat’s hole for punching the warden in the face.
The two are looking at me all baffled while waiting for my response.
“Nikolai, Alexei are you sure about this?”
“I have never been this sure in my life baby.”
“Relax princess we got this.”
“My parents doesnt know that Im in a relationship and Im getting married. All they know is that their daughter is in New York, taking pictures with the statue of liberty while teaching special kids part time.”
“Then what do you want me to do?” Asked Nikolai impatiently. Wow, he sure is having some major mood swings as of late.
“You could have at least told me about your plan so I could have prep my parents in accepting all of these or at least let them know that their daughter is coming home with the news that she’s apparently getting married.”
“My plan? As I remember it clearly, you want me to meet your parents first. Why do I feel like youre making an excuse not to marry me?”
Oh my god. Here we go again. If I dont know any better, I would think that Nikolai is going through menopause or andropause or something. Any moment now, I am sure he is going to mention Artan in the conversation.
“You are overreacting Nikolai. All Im saying is….”
“Is what Belle? Just fucking tell me if you dont want to marry me so I dont look like a fool running around telling people that you are my wife, my Mrs Volkov, when in truth all youre thinking about is that fucking Albanian.”
There it is. God, Nikolai is so exhausting to argue with.
“What is happening to you Nikolai? Why are you so obssessed in assuming that Artan and I have something going on?”
Nikolai places his hands on his waist while gazing away from me. He told me after our make up sex a while ago about what I said to Artan the night I got drunk, and I suspect he’s still hung up on that. Dammit, why did I have to get drunk and say things that I actually did not mean?
The three of us are standing face to face. Alexei is placing his hands inside his pockets while observing me and Nikolai. I cannot decipher Alexei’s expression because of his sunglasses.
“I’m going to marry the fuck out of you so we are going to your parents, end of.”
Said Nikolai sternly while grabbing my hands and clutching it to his side. He then drags me towards the private jet recklessly like he always does when he’s mad.
Oh god, at this point I’m alread trying to hold back a giggle. Did he just say that he is going to marry the fuck out of me? He sure has a way with words in expressing himself. I heard Alexei let out a snort the moment he saw what Nikolai did. I just let Nikolai drag me because I know that there’s no stopping him now, especially when he is obviously drowned in anger. He continued dragging me up the stairs. There are two flight attendants already waiting for us.
“Welcome aboard Mr. And Mrs. Volkov.” Said the one to the right. They are both wearing white shirts, black skirts with dark green scarfs wrapped around their necks with a gold monogram V on them. They are both beaming with smile as they greet us. Nikolai however just went past them. I let out a faint smile at them before my Nikolai was able to drag me away from them.
I cant help but look around in awe at the interior of the private jet. Everything is creame and white except for the shiny wooden walls seperating the main deck and the four sleeping bunks near the rear part of the plane. To the right are three single chairs aligned in column. There are four chairs and a wooden table to the left side beside the windows. All of the chairs have gold monogram V on them as well. On top of the table is a vase full of red daisies, a bowl full of chips, a plate full of french fries and chocolates.
One of the four chairs next to the window to the left has a white furr sheet placed on the backrest. That is where Nikolai placed me and fastened my seat belt tightly effectively immobilizing me.
“Don’t fucking move baby.” Said Nikolai while making sure that my seatbelt is tight enough.