It’s a matter of fact that of all the men that we had issues with, it is Artan whom he had the most serious rift, to a point that it almost broke us apart.
“Let’s go.” He signals Yuri and the boys to get in the vehicles while he opens the car door for me and then fastens my seatbelt.
He went around to the driver’s seat, puts his leather gloves on and adjusted the rear view mirror with such suave, I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from thinking unholy acts.
Why does he have to be this good looking, sophisticated and dangerous at the same time? The man is literally trouble, and yet I could not get enough of him even though he’s already absolutely mine.
Our convoy of jet black sports cars left the garage and sped like we stole something. The engines revved and roared in the streets on our way to Artan’s shipyard.
We are not even halfway to our destination, the uninvited guests have shown up in three vehicles. My heart started to beat at an abnormal pace but my husband looks like he’s already in the zone to eliminate whoever gets in our way. He looks at the rearview mirror while he tightens his grip on the stirring wheel.
Yuri, Andrey and Boris are already engaging in a speed chase and gunfight with the people sent by Sergey. They are trying to come for the vehicle behind us, probably thinking that Nikolai and I are there-only to be surprised by Boris’ series of grenades. They made huge successive blasts and left one armored vehicle burning. Oh my goodness, Boris.
Two other SUVs are flanking us from both sides but they just could not seem to get a hold of us. Nikolai is such a skillful driver that all I could ever do is watch him do his magic.
“Hey baby, hold on tight okay? It’s gonna be a rough ride.”
“You know that I like it rough, baby.” I replied as if I have any other choice at the moment. I could already feel my abdomen constrict. If this goes on, I think I’m going to labor earlier than expected.
He curses under his breath. I did not know at first what has gotten into him but the moment he reaches for my hand and placed it on top of his crotch, I instantly knew what’s up.
“Nikolai! What is wrong with you? We are in the middle of a gunfight! There are bullets flying everywhere but you-you-” I could not even bring myself to say it. It’s just too incredibly mental.
“That’s how hard you affect me.”
“Okay! Now focus.”
“Yes Ma’am.” He responded with a naughty smirk on his face.
My heart is already banging inside my ribcage as I hold on tight to the handle. Nikolai swerved the car to the right, ramming hard against their SUV. This gave Yuri and Andrey the chance to come right in the middle as they fire multiple shots at them, accelerating even more to push them against the gutter and force the vehicle to tip and roll over to the sidewalk.
“Did you see that? Oh my god! Two down, one to go!” I exclaimed in awe. “Nikolai, your men are amazing!”
“Baby, they can’t live with us in the mansion if they are mediocre. They hold high positions in the Mafia for a reason.”
This actually makes a lot of sense. This is also the reason why Yuri and the boys get so much respect from other members of the Mafia. They walk their talk, exactly like their Bosses.
This time the only vehicle tailing us is this SUV to our left flank. Where is my baby bazooka when I need it the most?
“Where are you?” Said Nikolai calmly, talking to someone over the car’s speaker.
“I’m right behind you.” Alexei replied.
I see his car fast approaching from behind, while Dimitri, I assume is the one firing like a mad man from the passenger seat.
“Took you a while. You fucking getting rusty now?” Nikolai retorted while glancing at the rearview mirror.
“Hey princess, look away, ill just send a very important message to my brother.” I did not get it at first but the moment they went past us, I realized what he was trying to do. Alexei opened his window and flipped the bird to Nikolai while looking straight at the road, smiling like a lunatic from ear to ear.
This made Nikolai smirk like lunatic number two. If anything, I think he’s just happy to see his brother alive and safe.
“Hello! Excuse your bromance but there are people literally shooting at us?!” I scolded them under my breath.
“I got it.” Said Alexei.
To my utter horror, he drifted his car so it faces the vehicle chasing us, the resulting smoke effectively blankets their vehicle, giving us the chance to speed away to safety.
“Do svidaniya, fuckers!” Exclaimed Dimitri, as we hear him over the speakerphone. The next thing we know, the uninvited guests’ car crashes through an old building.
Nikolai took this chance to get away from the chaos. He changed gears and turned on the GPS so we can find the fastest route to Artan’s shipyard. When he realized that we are actually close to our destination, Nikolai’s mood somehow changed.
I feel like, everything around us became somber and quiet. Nikolai took my hand and held it tightly. He did not have to say a single word. I know what he feels. I know what he wants to say.
He hates sending me away but he has to do it. We have overcome every single difficulty that came our way. We fought to be together and yet, here we are, on our way to separate. The worse part is, I know he’s thinking that there is a chance that this might be the last time that we will see each other.
I kissed the back of his tattooed hand and our wedding ring around his finger and then lay his hand on top of my belly. He must have felt our babies’ wrestling match inside which explains the smile on his face.
“Nikolai, you have to keep your promise. You and your brother will come home to me alive. I’m going to wait for you. Your babies are going to wait for you.”
You know that split second when your life flashes before your eyes? That nanosecond that seems to stop your world from turning. That tiny- minuscule gap between your past and your definite future. That very moment you realize that things will never be the same, ever again.
A black SUV suddenly crashed into our car and forcefully smashed on to Nikolai’s side.
My ears wrung as I try to make some sense of our situation. I tried to call Nikolai’s name but he seems to not hear me at all. There’s blood gushing out of his forehead covering almost half of his face.
As I try to unhook my seatbelt, I noticed that my dress is soaked in water and not long enough stream of fresh blood trickled down my thighs. I wanted to scream for help but then my body shook in fear when I saw men wearing ski masks come out of the vehicle that hit us.
One of them is now trying to pull me out of the passenger seat so I did my best to hold on tight. I kept my mouth shut and stood my ground.
At this point, my helplessness made me feel numb from any physical pain. I’m alone and my husband – my Nikolai is unconscious and bleeding to his death. I have no one but myself to rely on.
If this happened to me before, I would have probably begged to be let go. But now, I’d rather die than beg. I am a Volkov and no man can ever make me beg to a man beneath my last name.