Nikolai I'm fucking pissed. Not at Adrian but at myself. His words really cut deep and I can't help but feel guilty. I abandoned Irina, though I didn't mean to, but I have no good explanation to give for not talking to her or even calling for six months.Zorya hates Irina and I. She only loves her stupid son Pavel. And right from when we were kids, she made sure to remind us every day that she hated us. I basically became Irina's backbone. We were siblings who loved each other. I still love her and I'd do anything for her. And Pavel? He hits her? He used to do that when we were very much younger, I had no fucking idea that he's still doing that shit. How dare he? And he even calls her mad.Irina is not mad, she's only suffering from PTSD and it's all because of Zorya.She treated her so badly and never gave her that motherly love and attention that became traumatic for Irina as she soon fell into depression. She became quick to anger and withdrew herself from everyone. I was the onl
Adrian One other long week of being at home. At some point, I actually began to feel useless. My shoulder has healed, but Nikolai still insists I stay home. After that day, he did not say anything about being friends with his sister, he only warned me not to cross my limits, or do anything to hurt her. I don't plan on doing any of that.Irina is a nice and innocent girl. She's so happy that she has someone to talk to and is usually the first to knock at my door in the morning. Then I'll follow her to the garden and watch over her cat while she plants. Did I forget to mention that she's so energetic? Oh God! She can literally spend time in that garden the whole day, leaving me worn out at the end of the day. I don't complain though, as long as she's happy.Today, I've decided to confront Nikolai. I'm not a fucking furniture. He fired me to be his sniper, but he's been keeping me at home for two weeks.The moment I hear Kuzma walk into his room, I know they are back. I step out of my r
AdrianA smile forms on Nikolai's lips, I know he's waiting for me to say something and I seriously don't know what to say. I'm confused. I've never liked men, but my sexuality betrays me each time I come near him. I want to confirm something.“Go on with it. So I can get out of here. You won’t succeed, Nikolai.” I grunt and Nikolia only smiles at me. He can try his luck, but I won't fall for any of his stupid tricks. I won't.“We'll see about that.” He utters, his fingertips drawing imaginary lines on my cheeks down to my chin. It leaves this lingering sensation that sends electrifying jolts down my spine. Fuck! I really don't like where this is going.He closes the space between us and the moment his naked hard chest touches me, I stiffen. He's getting to me. He's been doing that for weeks!He leans forward, sniffling my neck. “You smell so fucking good. Has anyone told you that, pretty boy?” he asks curiously, his breath fanning my neck. It feels so hot and good. No, no, I can't fa
Nikolai Holy hell! Adrian's mouth around my cock feels so fucking good and addicting and to think he's only taken a few inches in. Damn it! I feel a sense of warmth go through me as I feel his mouth around my cock and when I look down at him, he looks like a fucking masterpiece. I can't wait to strip him naked and make him model for me while I paint and draw his perfectly ripped body.“Is that all you can take?” I taunt with a smirk on my face. My cock is only halfway through and I fucking want him to take everything inch in his mouth and suck on it to the point of making me cum, then I'll fuck his mouth and cum on his pretty face.“No, and it's best if you stop talking.” His words are muffled and barely audible, seeing he only managed to speak with my cock in his mouth. I decide not to say anything and see what else he got. It's his first time sucking dick and I don't mind teaching him how to do it better.I groan feeling his lips work around my cock. Mhmm.“I'm sure you've gotten y
Adrian “Fuck! Moy novy iyubimy.” Nikolai suddenly curses the moment I rise to my feet. My brow furrows while I glance at him. Hoping whatever I just heard him utter was a joke. ‘Moy Novy iyubimy’ translates to ‘My new favorite’ in English. Now, who and what exactly is his New favorite? And why the fucking hell did he just cum on my face. The moment I sigh, I feel the salty taste of his cum in my mouth. Fuck. I sigh yet again, running my hands through my hair, before brushing past him and heading straight to his bathroom. I wash his fucking cum off my face. I pant, placing my hand on the sink as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.I just went down on my knees to suck a man’s dick. Did I enjoy it? Yes. Fucking too much that I'm hard. I can feel my dick straining against my pants. I want to walk back to that room, strip before Nikolai, so he'll run his tattooed fingers through my body, touch me as his fucking breath fills my nose. I want to get off and I want Nikolai to be the one
Nikolai The next morning, as I get ready to go for a meeting with the brotherhood, I notice that Adrian has been avoiding me. He keeps his distance away and actually stays close to Kuzma. I smile to myself as I head downstairs. I already sent him and Kuzma to the SUVs ready. Ilya is right behind me. I'm in a great mood, though he's inexperienced, I got the best blow job ever from Adrian. Having his mouth around my cock felt so satisfying, knowing I'm the first man he has ever sucked, I felt accomplished.Just after I arrive downstairs, Olga approaches me. Shit! I planned on avoiding her. Now she's going to invite me for breakfast.“Koyla!!” She calls, her face breaking into a wide smile.“Good morning Olga!” I greet her in Russia as I hug her slightly.“Morning Koyla. I made breakfast.” She informs me in Russian and I take a brief look at my Rolex watch.“Dolg trebuets.” I smile and she glares at me with a scowl.“You're coming for breakfast. I made hot soup, it's good for this cold
Adrian I've been avoiding Nikolai and I’ve been doing a great job at it. I hover around Kuzma all the time. There's no way he'll start saying lewd words to me when Kuzma is around me, so my plan works.I and Kuzma stand by the SUV waiting for him and Ilya to come out. Minutes have passed and I can only guess that Olga succeeded in making him stay for breakfast.We wait for another ten minutes as Kuzma fills me in on a few things. He actually tends to talk a lot and definitely has a lot to say. I do well to reply to him whether it's needed, to not make him feel bad.Soon after, we see Nikolai approaching without Ilya. He's now wearing a coat. I thought he was immune to the cold after living in Russia for 30 years. I'm wearing one, I can't afford to get sick.As he approaches, I can easily tell that he's not in the mood. His face is contorted in rage and the look on his face screams back off. I've never seen him look this angry, I mean he's always trying to be an annoying ass. “The bo
Nikolai Mikhail can be an ass and when he's up to one of his mischievous tactics. No one can stop him. I already knew before that he'll raise his fist at Adrian just like he promised and I seriously expected Adrian to block the attack.I feel so angry after the banter with Zorya. That woman riles me up. She makes me feel so fucking angry. I hate her so much. There was a time when I always looked up to Zorya.When I was younger, I loved my mama and I wanted her to shower me with love like other mothers did to their children. She never did! Throughout the years before Pavel was born, she never failed to remind me how much of a failure I was and how she regretted birthing me. I'd go days, weeks, and months without seeing my mother and I'd cry, like the broken little kid that I was. When Pavel was born everything became worse.Do you know how it feels to watch the mother who you've always looked up to for affection love your little brother like she could die for him? It was at that momen
Adrian 17 months laterThe sound of a baby crying jolts Nikolai and me and he pauses from kissing me. “Fuck this.” Nikolai curses, not hiding the annoyance in his voice. I chuckle as I get out of bed, pulling my shirt over my head. “Where are you going??” Nikolai asks just when I'm about to head to the door. “To meet our child, he's crying.” I remind him, in case he's not hearing the sound of our one-month-old baby crying. Aleksandr was born exactly a month ago and trust me when I say he's the best thing that has happened to Nikolai and I. Nikolai insisted that we get married immediately he proposed, and I agreed. He kept to his words and released Pavel who left Russia to start a new life for himself.That day was one of the happiest days in my life, saying I DO to Nikolai was like a dream come true for me as we both exchanged wedding vows and rings. We had our honeymoon in France for a month and I swear, Nikolai did not want to come back to Russia. I had to drag his ass back her
Adrian I was feeling very nervous throughout the drive to the private diner where Nikolai's celebration party for being the Pakhan was going to be held. He kept on assuring me that it was going to be fine and it was really hard for me to calm down.We finally arrived there, and here I am sitting in the midst of four powerful men. Strangely I'm comfortable around them and they all said their congratulations when Nikolai broke the news of our relationship.“So you both are–” Mikhail's voice trails off as he points at the both of us, before he uses his hand to show how two people come together, a surprised look on his face.“Obviously Volkov, Rostov broke the news exactly ten minutes ago.” Viktor deadpans, pointing at his watch.“I just find it hard to believe, I mean…The pretty boy was his-” “His name is Adrian.” Nikolai sharply interrupts, his voice stern and possessive. A small smile appears on my lips as I take a glance at him, we are both sitting sideways.“Whatever…Adrian is your
Adrian I was fucking surprised when Nikolai told me that I was in a coma for a month. A fucking month!! I couldn’t believe it. I slept for that long but I’m glad that I made it out alive. When I lost consciousness, I thought that I was not going to see his face again. I really thought that I was dying. But here I am, alive, healthy and surrounded by people that care so much for me. I have a caring boyfriend and a supportive best friend. Both siblings have been there for me and can I say that they’ve been pampering me too much? Especially Nikolai. He makes all my meals, gives me a walk every day to loosen up my muscles, prepares my bath and makes sure that the water temperature is okay. At first, he even insisted on bathing me, but I had to remind him that I was not a child. My hands were working perfectly. Even when he cooks for me, he insists on feeding me and I so much enjoy eating from his hands and Nikolai makes the best meals ever. Why was he hiding such a good talent? Acco
Nikolai I can’t remember the last time I ran this hard. I race straight to the room that Adrian is being kept in with Irina running behind me. I pause in my tracks when I get to the entrance, the door wide open. I find myself breathing out in relief when I see Adrian sitting on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. “Fuck!!” I curse, my chest heaving as I stand by the door. He’s awake! Fuck! Adrian is awake and he’s staring right at me. There is a confused look on his face as he looks at me, his eyes wide open. “I told you right. He’s awake!!” Irina exclaims, also breathless as he points at Adrian who opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. “Adrian,” I call in relief rushing to his side. The moment I sit at the ease of the bed, I hug him. Fuck I’ve missed him. “I’m so glad that you’re fine. Fuck! I was so worried about you.” I break off from the hug but Adrian keeps staring at me. “Are you okay Adrian? Kuzma has gone to get Andrei, they will be here soon. Just
Nikolai A piercing scream echoes in my basement and I hold a bored look on my face as I watch Pavel who's getting his toenails removed yell out in pain. I hate him and the fact that his father shot Adrian, makes me hate him the most. “Nikolai…..arhhh…stop this!!” He pleads with me but I don't bother to ask my men to stop. He deserves every bit of what he's experiencing. Pavel's eyes widen in terror as he begs me to stop, but I just raise an eyebrow, my expression unyielding. "You think a little toenail removal is painful?" I sneer, my voice dripping with venom. "You have no idea what pain is, Pavel. Your father took something precious from me, and now you're going to pay the price."Pavel's face contorts in agony as my men continue their work, his screams echoing off the cold basement walls. I watch him with a mixture of disgust and contempt, my anger simmering just below the surface."Please, Nikolai... mercy!" Pavel begs, his voice hoarse from screaming.I laugh, a cold, mirthles
Nikolai I've never been so frustrated and hopeful in my thirty years of living. It has been the same thing for me, it's like I keep going back and forth, doing the same thing over and over again. Dealing with a little work and coming back to the hospital to sit and watch Adrian as he sleeps while I fill him in with how my day went as I also beg him to open his eyes. It's been two weeks since Zorya's funeral, and Adrian still hasn't opened his eyes. He's still in the fucking coma. I've invited different doctors from far and wide to do something, but the result is still the same. ‘He’s out of danger, it's just left for him to wake up. I'm sorry sir.’ These are their exact words. And it takes everything within me not to smash the nearest objects in their head for failing to bring my Adrian back. I sigh loudly as I lean by the door, watching as Adrian sleeps on the bed. He's still as pretty as ever and looks like a sleeping beauty. I always kiss his lips each time I come here, hoping t
Nikolai I stand at the front of the crowded church, my eyes fixed on the polished wooden casket before me. The soft glow of candlelight casts a sombre ambience, and the sweet scent of flowers wafts through the air. The mourners are seated, their faces etched with grief and sadness.The church is packed, with every pew filled. The soft murmur of whispered conversations and the occasional sniffle are the only sounds that break the silence. I recognize many of the faces, some of whom I've known for years, while others are strangers who've come to pay their respects.The priest stands at the podium, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling on me. He nods solemnly, and I nod back, my expression stern. The priest clears his throat, and the room falls silent. "Dear friends and family," he begins in Russian, his voice low and soothing. "We gather today to bid farewell to a young life, cut short in its prime."I keep a straight face while staring at the casket. Never once did I think that
Adrian Life can be so unpredictable and unfair, especially to me. It's like the very moment I was born, I was destined not to have a good life. Because why? Just when I think I can finally be happy, everything goes upside down. Sergei is my father. The man I looked up to for years and thought that he was my uncle who loved me. He's my father. One that hates me so much, that he wants me to die and I guess his wish is coming true because I'm dying. My body falls with a thud, and Nikolai quickly kneels, gathering me up in his arms as he places my head on his lap. He points his gun in a direction and when I hear a gunshot, I know that he has officially killed Sergei. The pungent smell of blood fills the air as pain pierces through my whole body. It hurts a lot. “Fuck! Adrian!!! What the fuck!!” Nikolai curses, his hands going through my body as he tries to find my wound. I got shot in the right side of my upper chest. “Get the fucking doctor!!!” He yells and I've never seen Nikolai
Adrian I'm utterly dumbfounded as I stare at Zorya and then at Sergei. He can't be my father. All my life has been a lie. There is no way!! It's not possible, not in any fucking way. How can Sergei be my father?“You tried to kill me!!” I yell at him, my breath shaking as I ignore the banging ache in my head. He tried to fucking kill me and he's my dad. How? “And that's because you proved to be useless and weak!! And what's the expense of that??? A man!!!” Uncle Sergei’s voice thunders as he points at Nikolai who is standing beside me. “You're a failure!! I can't father a failure!!” “You never stuck to the plan. The plan was to kill Nikolai. I don't birth weaklings, Adrian. You are a weakling!!!” He spits with pure venom and contempt. “Hey watch it!!!” Nikolai growls and the next moment, he is pointing his gun at Sergei. “I suggest you shut the fuck up and watch your tongue.” He warns, his tone deadly. Sergei bites his lower lips, pointing his gun at me. Nikolai’s men point their