Chapter 132

Caleb

Finally. After months of renovating, painting and getting everything finally set can Reece, Dylan and I finally reveal the nursery to Ella. Having been keeping it a huge secret from her was a lot harder than expected.

I mean, between having the proposal. To rescuing Ella from both Nicholas and James to now planning an entire wedding that things have been slow going. Not to mention the whole Hannah debacle even though we haven’t seen her in months.

And while I know my brothers and I had wanted to do this back when we first found out that Ella was having twins we wanted to make sure we had everything needed to make it come true.

Granted, we did do a lot more than simple remodeling. As the estate our family owned had taken a complete change from when Ella first saw it during the ball. The top floor officially becoming ours in which we transformed into a master suite.

A suite to fit the needs and wants of each of us. To ensure we had everything without ever leaving the room. The second floor quick to become dedicated to our children as we planned to get Ella pregnant again once cleared from the doctor.

The thought of having lots of children rising. For while twins were fun, Reece, Dylan and I each wanted another 5 to 6 children with Ella. And while I know it sounds like a lot, it’s what we wanted. The third floor completely dedicated to the on-site staff and guests while the bottom floor, the main floor stayed basically the same.

Reece and Dylan both finishing up last minute details when suddenly my phone begins to ring. My phone currently on silent as I move to see who it was only to pause. Mrs. Foster. The name Mrs. Foster now flashing across the screen as I move to answer it quickly.

Concern rising as I move to see what she wanted. “Hello? Mrs. Foster? Is everything okay?”

“Oh dear GOD. I’m so glad I reached you sir. You and your brothers each need to come home stat. It’s an emergency.”

“Woah, hold on Mrs. Foster. What do you mean emergency, what happened?”

“Antosha Makarovich, Sir.”

At the mention of Antosha, Russian leader of the Russian Mafia do I instantly become worried for Ella. My need to check on Ella rising. “Where’s Ella? Is she safe? Is she okay?”

“Sir…. Please…. I…”

“Just answer the damn fucking question, Mrs. Foster! Is Ella okay?”

“Yes. She’s perfectly safe. But please, come home. She needs you all now.”

Growling at not knowing what was exactly happening do I move to finally agree. “Okay, fine. We’ll be there as soon as we can. Until then, watch over her and make sure Antosha doesn’t do anything to harm her or the babies, understand?”

“Yes, Of course sir.”

Then, with that said do I move to hang up the phone. My blood boiling at knowing that monster, the King of the Russian Empire was sitting inside our home with Ella and the twins. Our woman currently at his mercy while each of us were here, inside the estate.

Reece and Dylan both quick to return only to pause when noticing my reaction to the phone call I just received. “Okay what happened?”

“Caleb? What happened?”

My hands silently clenching into fists the longer I stood where I was. My mind racing at what was happening in such a short time that I didn’t even notice when my brothers had finally returned. Reece quick to yell out next.

“CALEB!”

His voice loud enough to jolt me from within my thoughts. My eyes now on them as I move to address the elephant within the room. A part of me wondering what they’d say once I managed to tell them about Antosha.

“What?” I move to say back. A piece of me hoping to stay cool.

“I said, what happened?”

Quick to sigh, do I move to tell them all about Mrs. Fosters phone call. My voice laced with rage. “Antosha. Antosha Makarovich, that’s what.”

Rage and anger both rising within Reece and Dylan as both look ready to commit murder. Neither of us too fond of a man who could have a son such as Nicholas. A man who was the bain of our existence and the whole reason we were in this mess to begin with,

The three of us soon moving to leave the estate. Each of us covered in paint from working on the nursery that none of us cared. At least not until we got to the bottom of Antosha’s visit. Our grand reveal now on hold as we rush to head for home and our woman.

~ 45 Minutes Later ~

After much speeding on my behalf and making sure we weren’t stopped by the cops that it was a miracle that we managed to make it home safely. The estate about an hour or so away from where we currently lived.

The car quick in coming to a complete stop before shoving the car into park. Not caring if the engine still ran as one of the housekeepers would eventually handle the car. Our need to find Ella more important than some stupid car.

A car we could always replace. But when it came to things like Ella and the babies, they were never things to gamble with. No. They were not something we could easily replace if something got broke. Their lives too valuable to just throw into the wind and hope things were okay. My brothers and I each quick to enter the house. Neither of us wasting time when each of us knew that we had an unwanted guest lurking inside. The three of us soon heading for that of the living room first.

Each of us hoping and praying that she was there and unharmed. “ELLA!” we move to cry in unison as we each move to pause dead within our tracks. Our eyes quick in taking in the scene that laid before us. Ella currently sitting along the couch with Kris while Antosha sat along another. Both of them sitting directly in front of the other while men stood directly behind Antosha.

Our eyes quick in finding Alana who instantly stands near a corner of the room. Her eyes locked and trained on Ella and the threat who sat within the room. As if waiting for him to move. Antosha both calm yet collective as he moves to look at each of us next. His Russian accent quick to rise as he speaks.

“So… are these the one’s responsible for getting you pregnant my little dochenka? The one’s who will marry you?”

Ella quick to nod her head as she moves to eye us slightly. Her face looking as though she had been crying which causes a twinge of pain to rise at not being able to hold her. Reece and Dylan both feeling the same.

Antosha’s gaze soon reading the room before moving to speak once more. “Sit. Now.” His Russian voice thick as we each move to do as told. My brothers and I soon taking seats alongside Ella as Reece moved to sit near her right while Dylan took the left while I sat directly at her feet. My brothers and I each ready to protect what was ours, even if it meant dying at the hands of a mad man.