Her Volkovs #Book 4 novel Chapter 33

Third Person POV

Artan is holding a gun in his hand, on his way to the kitchen. He can't believe that Belle, the love of his life, was holding on to her life on his own watch. She was dying right before his eyes. He walks past Alexei who just came from the privy. The Volkov brother rushes to the dining hall realizing that something is wrong.

The Albanian Mob Boss entered the kitchen; his men had already gathered the restaurant personnel in one place. Adnan, grabs the chef who prepared the food for the Russian Mafia and pushed his face to the kitchen island. "He was running Boss."

"I did not know that Mrs. Volkov is allergic to olives I swear Mr. Bogdani!" The man is all sweaty and stuttering in fear. Besian took the chopping board and holds the chef's hand in place.

"I despise being lied to especially when the life of someone I love is on the line. Now tell me, who did this?"

"I swear to god Mr. Bogdani, please --- ahhhh! Ahhhh!" The man screams in pain as Artan stabs the knife through the chef's hand. The blood gushed out of the wound instantly.

"If any of you so much lie to me, consider yourself dead. Now, I need a name." Artan warned the rest of the people inside the kitchen.

A teenage boy steps forward in fear, "Mr. Bogdani---."

"Pietro!" Growled the chef.

"It was a lady, her name is Victoria. She was talking to him before the Russians arrived."

Artan signals the boy to come to him. "You did good Pietro." He taps his shoulder and gives the boy a faint smile. He then signals the rest of the kitchen staff to leave.

"I did not have a choice, Mr. Bogdani! They have my family. Please!"

Bang!

The sound of the gunshot to the head rang inside the kitchen ominously. The chef drops lifelessly. His blood dripped down the floor slowly forming a warm pool of red.

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Belle's POV

"Where is the goddam Epipen!" Nikolai exclaimed as he carries me in his arms.

Everything around me is starting to blur. I can already hear a faint ringing in my ear as things begin to move in slow motion. I am holding on to my husband, desperately gasping for air. I need to breathe for mine and my babies' sake.

"It's in the car Boss. Dmitri is on his way." Boris answered.

"We don't have time. We are taking her to the hospital now!" Alexei said frantically.

I held on to Alexei's hand tightly. Truth be told, I think I can't last a minute more in this situation. I have had several allergic attacks before, most of which were fatal -- to the point that my father banned the use of olives and its derivatives in my former schools, workplace, and the presidential palace. It was ridiculous, to say the least but it was all for my own good.

We are on our way out when Dmitri came back with a gunshot on his shoulder. My heart is starting to palpitate because apparently we are being attacked and this damn allergy is trying to kill me at the same time.

"The SUVs are not an option now Boss." Dmitri said as I.V helps him tie a towel around his wound.

"We can't get to the helipad either. They disarmed my men and took my pilot." Axel inserted as he approaches us. He and his men are already pulling out their guns as if preparing for the worse.

"It's the Germans. My vehicles are on standby but we have to go now. My people are holding the place for as long as they can." Said Artan while loading his gun with bullets. He looks like he just came from the gunfight himself. Oh my goodness.

"They are with Sergey." Nikolai said.

There's silence the moment my husband said Yvanslov's name. They looked at each other as if expecting it already.

"They want war. Let's give them war." Axel answered.

Nikolai and Alexei look livid. "We will get our wife to safety first. And we need that EpiPen now." Nikolai said.

My consciousness is slowly fading; whatever it is that they are planning to do they need to do it now.

"It's going to be okay baby. Look at me. I will not let anything happen to you and our babies. Alexei and I got this." Nikolai said as he cups my face.

I know they will. I have no doubt about it. They are the feared Volkov brothers of the New York underground criminal world for a reason. And now I am going to see them in their element with my own two eyes. If only I am not dying any moment soon.

All of the Bosses' men went out first to cover our way. Alexei stood in front of us, holding up his guns in both hands. Axel is to his right and Artan on his left side, all ready and prepared for a shootout.

As soon as we heard continuous shots, we hurriedly exited the hall. It's the signal that our men are already engaging in a gunfight with the Germans-the cover that we are waiting for.

The moment we went past the entrance, bullets started to fly here and there. The sound of the shots vibrated in my ears in a deafening clatter. Smoke began to float in the air as the bullets shatter almost anything and anyone they came across with. The Germans fell to the floor one by one while the Mafia men surrounding me rain bullets at whoever gets in the way.

Dmitri is already waiting for us in the elevator, "Boris, Vasily, and Ivan are in position. When you reach the car park at the second level, you should be good. Hospital is not an option boss. It's too far from here." He said, letting us all in the elevator while slinging the gun back on his side. He knelt on one knee on the floor, opened a black box which contained grenades, and gave the other two to Alexei.

At this point, I can feel my eyes slowly shut down. I think I have an idea of what I look like right now. Let me check.

I tapped Nikolai's face to get his attention. His eyes widened in complete and utter horror. He even said something to Alexei in Russian like he is seriously terrified.

Yep. I look like a chubby pufferfish at the moment -- probably with big swollen purple lips, purple spider veins all over my face, and swollen eyelids.

What scares me however is my swollen throat that gets worse by the second. The tightening of my airways can lead to anaphylaxis, which is fatal especially now that I am pregnant.

"Niko-lai. Can't breath." Are the only words I was able to muster before my world completely turned dark.

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Third Person POV

Nikolai is now seething with anger. Belle just passed out in his arms and the only thing that could save her life was carelessly left in the SUV. How could he let this happen is something that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

She has a pulse which means they still have time to save her. He just needs to figure out how to get the epinephrine from their SUV before his wife, the only person that is keeping him sane, succumbs to this fatal allergic reaction. The Russian Mafia Boss refuses to look at her because the image of Yelena's face keeps flashing like a fucking nightmare. The thought that Belle will die in his arms and on his own watch is like living that nightmare all over again.

Alexei notices that his brother is slowly losing his shit so he immediately took his attention. He handed his guns to Dmitri to talk to his brother face to face. He places his palms below Nikolai's ears and forced the man to look him in the eye.

"I know what you're thinking, but that is not going to happen to her. You hear me? Remember, you are going to be a father bro. Can you fucking imagine that? You? Volkov? A father. Yah?"

Somehow, that puts some sense to him as he immediately went back to his normal Volkov self.

Nikolai nods at his brother. "We will get what we need from the SUV and do what we do best." He said.

"Yeah-the two of us, doing what we do best brother." Alexei taps Nikolai's face proudly.

He then lets out a wicked smirk. "You know, I could kiss you right now. I'm pretty sure Belle would enjoy hearing about it later." Alexei added playfully.

Axel, Artan and Dmitri snorted in unison. Alexei knows that joking him about this irritates Nikolai to the bone. And that's exactly what he needs right now. A vicious, ruthless and a mad Volkov-- the brother that he always knew.

"Get out of my face before I shove down the grenade down your throat." Nikolai retorted.

Alexei lets out a content smirk. He got him.

He then took his gun from Dmitri and turned to face the elevator door. Truth is, the underboss is worried that Belle might not make it. Not only that they are up against the Germans and the Yvanislovs, but they are also running out of time to save the only person who makes his and his brother's lives worth living for.

In Alexei's mind, he will make the people who did this to Belle, pay a hard price.

They arrived at the second level of the building where Boris, I.V and Artan's men are waiting. There are already several men lying dead on the surface, scattered all over the car park.

"Take the Cadillac." Artan said, while signaling his men to hand over the key to Alexei.

There are two cars left and their plan is to send out decoys so the Volkov brothers can go to their SUVs parked in front of the building using the armored Cadillac.

Nikolai placed Belle on the back carefully while the other men got inside the other cars.