Chapter 71 Looming Death At The Gala

Chapter 71 Looming Death At The Gala
Isabella's body betrayed her. A shocking gasp escaped her lips.

She was utterly ruined from Nikolai's fingers.

Flushed body wasn't something easily mistaken and if Samuel had seen her like a desperate whore who was whiny with a drool leaving her lips that means he had already noticed her relationship with Nikolai.

Not that it mattered. He had a girlfriend. He didn't see her as a woman but now he would dig into Nikolai to know whether he was a good match for Isabella.

That was how Samuel was.

Anyone who had come up to Isabella for a relationship was assessed by Samuel like a protective brother.

He hated men who abused women and used them solely for their pleasure.

He was definitely going to dig into Nikolai.

She didn't want that!

Samuel didn't have to get dragged into her mess.

Her chest squeezed tight.

Then Nikolai did something that left her open, her brows furrowed in protest.

Nikolai made sure Isabella's gaze was still locked on Samuel, then he pulled his slicked fingers from her pussy, leaving her mourning the loss of his touch.

Her lips parted instantly, a final low moan leaving her lips as she mourned the ghost of his fingers that was warming her pussy.

Her cheeks were coloured pink as she tore her disheveled look from Samuel and fixed it on Nikolai who gave her a knowing smile.

Then like the fucking caveman he was, he thrust his fingers into his mouth, licking off her juices.

A low guttural growl exploded in his chest, the sound ripping into Isabella's skin.

Her heart thudded with wild eyes.

She watched Nikolai with a heated gaze as he licked his fingers clean then pulled them away.

He pulled his handkerchief and wiped the drool beside her lips then wiped his fingers before pushing it back into his pockets.

"Tell me, Isa, why was that man looking at you like you were doing something you weren't supposed to? Do you know him?"

"No." Came her rather quick response.

Fuck!

She chewed her lips. Nikolai must have sensed something but his quiet composure told her the opposite. He didn't know shit.

He didn't growl possessively at her. He was rather calm than usual.

He just hummed then held her chin forcing her to look at him dead in the eyes.

He said, "Good. I would hate to kill an innocent man."

A shiver ran across her skin, "I don't know him or why he was looking at us like that. He must have been jealous, Nikolai. Pay him no attention. He's not worth it."

She prayed he bought her words.

He was a mad man.

And she was not going to take any chances.

She had to warn Samuel. He needed to leave immediately.

The dark look in Nikolai's eyes frightened her. He looked like a lingering monster. His finger on her chin was like molten fire.

"Very well." Two words from him reached her skin like a life whisper.

The final part of the gala was slowly coming up.

The auction was being wrapped up, and a fund-raising for a new school was announced.

After the donations made by the guests.

The final speech was given by the charity founders.

Isabella noticed Nikolai's gaze lingering on a man on the stage. He looked older.

Anya had told her about him.

His name was Bruce Sterlings. The main host of this charity gala.

His suit screamed luxury. His hair of salt and pepper color was styled stylishly while he was in a dark red suit.

He was quite tall.

His beards were white.

Anya had said that he was in his late fifties but if Isabella were to guess she would say a maximum of forty-five.

She watched as everyone in the room respected the man named Bruce.

Rounds of applause were made as he spoke.

And when the light shifted slightly, landing on Bruce, Isabella noticed something.

He had green eyes. And not just any green eyes but Jade-like green eyes.

Well... Nothing unusual. People could have the same color of eyes and she didn't even think much of it.

She just wanted the night to end quickly.

Everyone had begun moving towards the dance floor for the closing dance. The late-night snacks were being moved around. A premium live band seized the ballroom, creating a sound that made people socialize together.

She rolled her eyes, a weak sigh leaving her then shoulders tensed when Nikolai's fingers grazed her skin.

"I will be back soon, wait for me. The night is almost over."

"Where are you going?" She asked fear creeping into her voice.

Samuel.

"Somewhere. Are you missing me already."

"No that's—"

"Just stay calm, I will be back soon." He then kissed the mark he left on her neck and left.

And that was when it hit her.

She had been parading the gala wearing Nikolai's mark on her neck.

And Samuel.

Fuck!

She was sure he had seen it but he didn't say a word.

Maybe he didn't want to pry into her love life...or whatever stuff was going on with her.

Definitely not a love life.

Then her vision was obscured by the one man she wished would leave the place right now.

Samuel.

He was standing beside her. Too close and too much.

She snapped at him, immediately, "Are you fucking nuts? What are you doing here? stay away from me!"

She tired moving away but he blocked her space.

Oh for goodness sake.

"Is it because of him you're telling me to leave?" He asked, referring to Nikolai.

"You didn't want me seeing you together with him? I don't have a problem with your—"

"Can you just shut up and get away from me! You're standing too close for my liking!"

She searched the room for Nikolai.

She found him.

Standing very close to where she was.

He wasn't alone.

He was in a conversation with a man.

Bruce sterlings.

He wasn't looking in her direction.

But he could immediately catch her sight if he so much as lifted his head a little.

Samuel was stupidly still standing before her.

Taking no changes she grabbed Samuel's hand leading him out of the main room and soon through the back door she and Nikolai had come in from.

She still did know why he decided to use the back door and not the front!

"Listen here Samuel, it would be best for you if you just left this place now." She said, the cold night air biting at her skin.

"Why, Bella, why? Is he forcing you into a relationship?"

Samuel was confused at her abruptness, forcing him to leave.

Isabella's face was turning hard already.

Nikolai said he would be back soon and she should wait for him.

"No, he's not. I love him and he loves me. Equally. So stop asking me questions about him and leave this place. I don't want to see you!"

"Is your love genuine?"

That was a tricky question.

She didn't even know whether she still harbored unnecessary feelings for that man that treated her however he liked.

She gave an answer.

An answer she didn't know whether it was true or false.

"Yes, my love is genuine. There's no need in second guessing what I already feel. It's strong and I won't be leaving."

Then a low gravelly growl rumbled through the air.

"Isa."

Isabella's skin went cold before she even turned around.

She knew that sound!

She then turned, her chest tightening.

Nikolai stood just steps away from her, his huge frame casting dark shadows on the ground.

She gulped. Once. Twice. Until her the throat went dry.

His dark eyes locked onto her frightened one.

Just then did she move her gaze to what he was clenching tightly in his hand.

A black shotgun.