Adrian

Adrian

What a crazy and Dramatic family! From the mother to the sister they are all crazy. No doubt.

Like what the hell?

The sister tries to stab the brother and the mother slaps the son. I couldn't stand that and had to stop her. I did not stop her because I cared for Nikolai. I just hate seeing parents hit their children. I was a constant victim of that, and it's kind of traumatic for me.

And the bastard, he asked me to join him in the back seat, making me feel so uncomfortable. I wanted to join the other SUV that contained his other men.

We finally arrived at the house I recognized as the Pakhan’s house. While Nikolai went inside, Ilya and I remained outside, standing with other guards.

Minutes later, a man storms out of the room, looking pissed as hell. He keeps mumbling something under his breath as he walks away. That's Vladimir.

Two other men walk out moments later. Viktor and Alexei. They seem to be the same age as Nikolai and handsome as well. These men scream power with an intimidating aura. They live with their guards as well.

Nikolai has not come out yet. Speaking of the devil, he steps out moments later with Mikhail walking beside him.

“Who's he?” Mikhail asks, stopping in front of me. I noticed the way he kept staring at me the first time he arrived.

“Adrian. He works for me.” Nikolai replies and my eyes finally land on him. This hair is packed in a bun this time, with just a few strands falling on his forehead. And I hate to admit, the fucker is as handsome as ever.

The way Mikhail's eyes keep staring at me makes me feel so uncomfortable. “That's interesting.” He mumbles, his eyes never leaving me.

“But why him? He looks weak.” He suddenly asks and a low rumble is heard from Ilya. Which screams ‘told you so.’

“But he's not. The guy has potential.” I smile at Mikhail as Nikolai defends me, but Mikhail shakes his head in disapproval.

“Only with guns. I doubt he can fight.” Ilya scoffs, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Why don't we try?” I challenge, I'm good with guns, but I also know how to throw a few punches.

“You want to try?” Mikhail laughs as his jaw works.

“He’s pretty.” Mikhail adds, still laughing.

Yeah. I'm more pretty than handsome. You can say I have soft features. Making me look more feminine.

“I doubt he can use his fist.” Mikhail Snickers and the next thing I feel is pain. The bastard punched me. The punch landed squarely on my cheekbone, just below my left eye.

“He can't even block an attack.” He smiles and my eyes widen in disbelief, feeling my nose hurt. What the hell? He's got powerful punches. The hell!! It hurts.

“He'd be more suited to entertaining at a nightclub, considering his appearance.” Mikhail sneers. That's it! I hate him.

“That's it, Mikhail. Adrian is good and you punched him because you took him unaware.” Nikolai says in my favor with a calm expression on his face.

“We'll see. Be prepared the next time we meet Adrian because I'll hit you again. Make sure to block my attack and prove yourself.” He smiles, patting my shoulder.

He stares at Adrian briefly, before walking away with his guard.

“You see I'm not the only one who disapproves of him” Ilya utters the moment Mikhail leaves, displeasure written on his face.

“Shall we?” Nikolai ignores his statement and begins to walk away. Ilya shoots me a glare before following Nikolai.

It's quite apparent that everyone one of Nikolai's friends hates me. Nice! Just nice.

We get to the car and once I settle beside Nikolai, I remember that I have something to tell him. I've been wearing the same clothes since yesterday, I need a change of clothes and want to meet someone.

“Can I go home?” I ask, slowly clearing my throat. He lifts his gaze to look at me. Kuzma is already driving the car.

“Home?”

“Yes. To pick up my stuff.”

“You don't need them.” His gaze on me is intense, it feels like his green eyes are staring deep into my soul, making me feel so uncomfortable.

“I've been wearing this since yesterday and I'm not running away. I'll be back.” I try to sound as convincing as I can.

He stares at me for the longest of time, before finally looking away. That's it? No reply?

I'm about to speak when he says, “You can go. Don't make me look for you.”

Thank Goodness. I breathe out in relief as I tell Kuzma where to drop me. I'll find my way home from there. The rest of the ride is quiet until Kuzma arrives at the next stop. I get out of the car and don't board a taxi until their car drives far away, along with the SUVs behind.

It will be my only chance to meet him until God knows where. I can't meet him carelessly or Nikolai will disclose my secret in no time. He's smart, I'll give him that.

I arrive at my house and pay the driver with the money Nikolai passed to me. I seriously didn't expect him to do that.

I walk into my house, it's just as I left it. A few things are lying around, some belong to Larisa. I feel a pang of pain at the thought of her betrayal. I suck my lips hard, walking straight to my room. I'm not rich, just well-to-do. My only property is my bike, my house has a few belongings. My bike is back at Nikolai's place.

I go straight to my cupboard and bring out a phone to send a message. ‘Meet me in thirty minutes, I have just a little time left to hang around.’ The moment I press send, I let out a deep breath. Fuck!