The Forbidden Mafia Princess (Angels of the Underworld: Book Three) (✔️)

Chapter Two

A/N:

For those confused and those who will become confused.....

Ivan and Maxim are Juliet's real father and brother that she didn't know about. They did not die. They were not shot. They live in Russia.

Enjoy!

-Anon💜😘😊🤭😏😉💜

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(Isabella's POV)

I woke up the next morning itching to explore. I took a shower, got dressed, and then headed down for breakfast.

"So what are your plans for today?" Grandpa asked as we ate.

"I'm going to explore."

"Where?"

"I think I'll start in Moscow."

He nodded. "Make sure you take Aleksei with you."

"I will."

Once I finished eating, I grabbed my bag and then we left.

"You like to take photos." Aleksei said as we drove down the road.

I looked down at my camera in my lap.

"It's a hobby of mine. I love it. I also love to paint and draw."

"Many thing for you to capture here." He smiled.

"That's what I'm hoping for."

Once we were in Moscow, we got out of the car and began walking. We went everywhere. I'd brought Caesar with me, so Aleksei got the pleasure of holding his leash.

I took photos of a lot of things. I couldn't seem to capture enough.

It was about six hours later when I decided to call it a day.

"We can go home now." I said turning to Aleksei.

"One more stop first." He said grinning.

"Alright." I said curiously.

He took me to the Pushkin Museum. We had to leave Caesar outside with the driver but that's alright.

"This is beautiful." I said walking through the museum.

"I figured you'd enjoy it."

I nodded.

I sat down on one of the benches and took everything in.

"Will you be alright if I run to the bathroom?" Aleksei asked.

"Of course. I won't leave this room."

He nodded and then disappeared off to the bathroom.

I was by myself for probably a whole minute before I heard someone walk in. I was standing in front of one of the paintings and felt that person stand beside me.

"Beautiful isn't it?" A deep voice asked. It was a voice with a very thick and rich Russian accent.

"It is." I agreed.

"I'm Nikolay." The stranger said.

"Isabella." I said turning to look at him.

He was tall. Very tall. He had to be over 6'6 tall, making me feel small at only 5'5. My eyes traveled from his chest to his face and the air left my lungs.

He was gorgeous.

Ashy blonde hair that ended right above his shoulders, scruffy beard and mustache, almost sapphire-like eyes, and light tan skin.