Adrian It's been a week of bliss, fun and so much fucking. At some point, my arse hole began to hurt as Nikolai couldn't keep his hands off me and I couldn't keep my hands away either. It felt so good. Sneaking into his room at night, fuck and then sleep on his bed. Nikolai hardly sleeps. I can count the times that he has slept. He's always busy with something and then, he’d come back when it's almost morning and cuddle me. In the morning. I'd sneak out of his room to avoid being caught. The both of us have been playing cat and mouse with the other occupants in the house and till now, I'm sure no one had suspected us. We keep it formal when in front of others and indoors, there's a lot of fucking. Something that I've come to love too much. I enjoy being with him and strangely I don't want it to end. We're currently on our way to the Pakhan’s house. He arranged a meeting with the Bratva members. We go in as usual and there are other guards waiting. It seems like Nikolai is the
NikolaiThe meeting with the Pakhan was a brief one. It was not really a serious matter. The yakuza from Japan is planning to ship some goods from Russia to Japan. Not just any goods though, illegal ones. Like firearms, guns and other stuff. Dimitri arranged a meeting to know if he should be allowed to do that and we agreed after a brief discussion by setting down some benefits of allowing him to ship.After that, I left to come straight home. As Kuzma drives the car to our house, my eyes fall on Adrian who’s in the back seat. For some strange reason, I really got pissed when Mikhail tried to punch him. On a normal day, I’d just watch and allow Mikhail to do whatever he wanted. But today, I couldn’t watch and had to stop him. Maybe I didn’t want to see his pretty face getting bruised. I like his pretty face flawless. And I’ll definitely not like to see that face bruised while I’m fucking him. A mischievous smile curves up on my lips as I look at Kuzma who’s whistling as he drives, hi
Adrian Nikolai is an ass. A fucking annoying ass. He’s careless and does things of his own free will. How did he even think of touching me in the same car as Kuzma? What if he turned and saw him touching me? Not just anywhere but on my crotch of all places. I wouldn’t have the explanation to give.Thankfully he removed his hand, but that’s not all. I noticed that he was so invested in a video that he was watching and sometimes, he’d swipe through photos. I had to check out of curiosity and I got to find out that it was all pictures and videos of me sleeping. They were all taken unaware. How would I know if I was sleeping?? It was when I slept over in his room. Who knew the sick bastard had been filming me??I couldn’t help but step hard on his shoe. I would have loved to hit him, but Kuzma might have noticed us and that was why I stepped on him instead and we got home almost immediately.I kept glaring at him till he walked towards the house as I waited behind for Kuzma. Almost immed
Nikolai Zorya crossed the line this time. First of all, she has no right to make decisions in our lives whatsoever. She can’t even try that shit with me. Trying to Trample over Irina all because she’s a girl? Because she can’t speak up for herself so she’s trying to marry her off to a man that’s way older than her. Who does that? “Nikolai! Let Mom go. How dare you?” Pavel grunts as he tries to charge at me, but Adrian holds him down. He’s so lucky that he’s been held down by Adrian. If he comes near me, I’ll kill him and bury his mother alive with him. “You really crossed the line, Zorya. Who are you to tell Irina to get married?” I ask, feeling the urge to hit her again. I’m not satisfied. Fuck no! I want to hit her more and cause her more pain. So much pain. I want to see her suffer and pay for all that she has been doing. “She’s my daughter! I can do whatever I want with her!” She bites out and I notice the red trail dropping down from the side of her mouth, u made sure to
Nikolai After taking Irina to her room, I ask Olga to bathe her and dress her up in new clothes. After that, Olga leaves to go make her something to eat.“How are you feeling now?” I ask, sitting at the edge of the bed, tucking a dangling strand of her hair away. She still looks shaken, but has calmed down a bit. She’s no longer crying and hardly talks. All she does is nod or shake her head.“Better?” I inquire and she nods her head.“It’s fine. I’m here for you, irushka. You don’t have to be scared of anything. You’re not going to marry Ivan and Zorya will not lay her hands on you again.” I assure her and she nods as a tear drops from her eye.“Why does mom hate us so much?” She asks, a sob breaking out from her throat. I have no idea as well. This was the question I kept asking myself when I was very much younger, but now, I have decided not to care about it. I don’t need someone to love me, loving myself is enough.“I don’t know, Irushka.” I sigh, giving her my most honest reply.
Adrian I heard their conversation, all of it. I never meant to listen but I was coming to ask how Irina was doing as her friend when I overheard Her asking her brother why their mother hated them so much. He definitely did not have an answer for that.I’m curious as well. I'm pretty sure Nikolai and Irina are not adopted, but why does she hate them so much? Is it normal for a mother to hate their kids? Hell no!! What if Zorya is not their real mother?My head runs with different speculations as I stand in front of them. I meant it when I said I was going to protect Nikolai. I work for him, so it's my duty to protect him, and a part of me wants to do that as well. I want to protect both siblings. Irina is still too innocent to suffer like this and if I think deeply about it, she nor her brother had anything to do with the death of my mother. It seems they are also Zorya's victims. She killed my mother and has been torturing her children. I've seen the scar at the back of Nikolai's ne
Nikolai I don't need anyone to tell me that my sister is crushing on Adrian. It's clearly obvious. And to think she went as far as asking him to feed her? Hell no!! Fucking hell no. I tuck her in bed and step out right after she falls asleep. While I walk to my room, I send a text to Adrian to meet me in my room. As I arrive in my room, I meet him sitting in the bed. He’s already here. I expected him to come like five minutes from now. “You already came?” I utter, stepping into the room as I make sure to lock in. Two people can barge in, Olga and Irina. She got scared earlier. There's a high chance that she will wake up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare. I can't risk her barging into my room to see me with Adrian. And if she indeed comes, she will knock and I know how to handle that.“I’ve been here for like 10 minutes. I was waiting for you. You should get some rest too.” Adrian mutters softly, standing up to his feet and I narrow my eyes at him.“Stop leading Irin
Adrian I've lost count of how long I've been sitting by this bedside watching Irina as she sleeps. I came into this room about two hours ago and it took a lot of time before I finally got to calm her down.She apparently had a nightmare about her mother trying to throw her off the railing again and I’ve longed convinced her that Zorya can't do shit. Nikolai had saved her and Zorya and Pavel are currently on house arrest. She's sleeping soundly and I've attempted to leave her room twice but she ended up waking up and then begged me to stay. I stayed. I let out a deep sigh as I watched her sleep. I’m tired right now and I’m currently planning to leave her room. My eyes fall on Minnie, who is sleeping as well. It seems I’m the only one awake in the whole house, along with the other guards around the compound. I slowly stand up from where I'm sitting as I fix my eyes on her for a while, making sure she doesn't wake up. She's fast asleep now and I can only hope that she has gone deep in
Nikolai Damn! I'm a pro. The best there is. The sweet aroma of my cooking fills the whole room and Adrian keeps staring at me in awe. He really did not expect this. I have tried bringing up a conversation with him as I cook but he does not reply to me and does well to ignore me. I don't probe further. I should be glad that he allowed me into his house and kitchen. At least he didn't throw me out. “Here we are.” I smile as I place a tray of Rye bread and borscht in front of him, alongside a glass of lemon water. After setting down his, I go for my plate as well, before sitting on the chair opposite him. “I didn't ask you to sit.” He snaps in a low voice, picking up his spoon. “I know you want me to stay. You finally have someone eating with you. I know it's so lonely eating alone.” I point out and a sullen look comes up on his face which is immediately replaced with a nonchalant look. “I used to eat alone in your house. So shut up and eat or I will throw you out of my house.” He
Nikolai There is no way I will stay away from Adrian. Never! I will never stay away. We are bound together for life, there is no staying away. I've been sending flowers with an apology note nonstop for two weeks, hoping he would change his mind. It's obvious that he hasn't changed his mind, so I'm going for plan B. Beg him physically, and hang around him till he forgives me. Giving him space did not work. Maybe not giving him space will work. And I think someone is spying on him. I'm not the one.I was driving past the grocery store by pure accident and that was when I saw his bike parked. I came in and saw him standing by the counter to meet him.I slid into my car and I drove behind Adrian’s bike that was speeding away. He can try his best to avoid me, but the fact remains that he is mine and I'm his. We're going to get back together, I will make sure of it. We soon arrive at his place and while he drives to his deckhouse, I pack my car at a corner, seeing that I have to walk the
Adrian “Your bill is 2000 rub, sir.” The Cashier at the counter says in Russian to me as I nod, before reaching into my pocket to get my credit card. “Here.” I hand the card over to her, but her mind seems to be somewhere else as she keeps staring in a direction with flushed cheeks. “Miss,” I call this time in English waving my hand at her and that finally jolts her out of whatever trance that she is in. She's about to collect the card from me when she pauses and I stiffen as well, feeling a strong arm wrap around my shoulder. I literally turn rigid when the familiar scent hits me. Nikolai!! What's he doing here? I can't see his face as he stands behind me, his height slightly towering above me. He's standing so close to me that I can feel his…is this bastard hard? In public?? “Don't worry, I'll pay for my boyfriend.” He utters in Russian and a look of disappointment overshadows the cashier's face as she collects the black card from him. I'm too stunned to speak and my whole body
Adrian Jealousy stirs from within me as I ask, “How do you know that he is cheating? Did he bring a lady home?” I’ll murder Nikolai if he ever does that. However, a part of me believes that he will not do such a thing. He’s not so petty, Is he?“He didn’t bring a lady, dummy. I’ll pluck out her eyes even before she steps into our house. You and Nikolai’s relationship is the only one I will approve of.” I frown.“Then how do you know that he is cheating on me if he did not bring another girl home??” “Because Nikolai has been buying a lot of flowers lately. I’ve been watching him and he always leaves the house with flowers. Roses to be exact. I think he's going on a date with her.” Oh my God. I really want to start laughing at that very moment, but I don’t. That? I’m the one that he brings the flowers to.“He is not seeing another girl, Irina,’’ I state with a soft smile on my face.“How do you know that? Koyla has been doing this for over two weeks! Nonstop!!’’ She exclaims so loudly
Adrian I meant it when I asked Nikolai to ‘STAY AWAY FROM ME!!’ And up till now, I still can't fathom what part of ‘stay away from me’ that he does not understand. Does he want me to say it in Russian and not English? Because I don't fucking get it! It's been two weeks. Two whole weeks of seeing flowers on my deck every morning with a note attached to it, with, ‘I’m very sorry, pretty boy.’ written on it or, ‘I miss you so much, Let's talk?’ ‘I acted out of it. I accept it. Can you just talk to me?’‘My bed is cold without you. I miss your warm kisses.’‘I need you. Not being with you hurts.’‘Can we talk? You know I'm not going to stop right?’‘I miss you. Forgive me.’‘I’m sorry. Fuck! I'm losing my mind without you by my side.’‘I have good news that I would love to share with you. Should I come over for dinner?’ He never misses a day and now, I'm getting tired of it. I don't know what to do with the flowers and I can't even ask him to stop, because I have no idea when he drops
Adrian I heard footsteps. So I came to check it out. I would never have stepped out if I knew that it was Nikolai. But here I am, standing face to face with the bastard that broke my heart to pieces. “Don't come close!! What the fuck are you doing here?” I yell just when he's about to come near me. He is the last person I want to see right now. And my life has been very much peaceful since I left his place. Nothing here reminds me of Nikolai, unlike his house. “Adrian I-” His voice trails off and he looks taken aback. Well, he should. He is not expecting me to start shining my teeth at him the moment he appears at my doorstep, is he? I hope he's not. Not after what he did to me. “What are you doing here, Nikolai?” I ask in a low, composed voice. I'm angry, very pissed, at him and myself and it's taking everything within me not to lash out at him and throw him out of my house. How did he even know that I'm staying here? “Adrian, I came here to talk. Please calm down and hear me o
Nikolai “Any news?” One of my hands is on my steering wheel and the other one is holding my phone to my ear as I wait to hear the reports from Kuzma. “No, Boss.” I feel my heart sink at his reply. Three hours. Three hours of searching around for Adrian, and still there is no news of him. It's like he just disappeared into thin air. I've tried asking Irina if she knows where he went, since she helped in letting him leave, but she claimed that she knows nothing about his whereabouts, as she only helped him to leave because she couldn't watch him being in pain. Fuck! I messed up big time. He must have thought that I was coming home with Tatiana, that's why he left. Seeing he tore a tracker out of his skin, shows how intent he was on leaving me. And I caused everything. I caused this shit. I should have told him all my plans, maybe he wouldn't have left. “How? Have you checked everywhere? Other cities? Check other cities and do it fast!!” My car comes to a screech as I stop the car in
Nikolai My jaw works as I stare at Kuzma in disbelief, then at Ilya and Irina. “Adrian left?” What the fucking hell? He left? To where? And why am I just finding out about this now??“Yes, Boss. I thought you knew.” Kuzma says and that's when I lose my cool. If I knew that he left, why would I be requesting for him?“What do you mean by I knew???” My voice thunders at him, and he takes a step back with a confused look on his face. “He said you gave him the permission to leave.” This time it's Ilya who speaks and I scoff as I turn to face him. “The permission? Did you hear it from my mouth? Did I tell you to let him leave???!!” I yell as anger courses through my veins. It's been a whole day since he left and I'm just finding out about it now!! That's fucking absurd. I take in a deep breath to try and calm my laboured breathing. I will find him. I'm going to find Adrian. I have a tracker on him. I'm going to bring him back. “But Miss Irina said you called to give him the permission
Nikolai “This is unacceptable!!” Dmitri yells angrily as he barges into the room that we have all settled in for a meeting that Dmitri called for after what happened in the church. There was a wedding, but I was not the groom. It was Alexei, everyone was surprised, including Tatiana herself. Dmitri could not stop the wedding and angrily allowed it to commerce. After Alexei and Tatiana were announced husband and wife, he called for a meeting and here we are. “You should calm down, your health is not particularly strong enough to handle this kind of anger.” Ivan, Dmitri’s son who has no interest in the Bratva, says leisurely with his legs crossed. He lives in Los Angeles and only came for his father’s birthday and stayed for his sister's wedding. “Ivan, zatknis!!!!” He snaps at Ivan who chuckles, but mockingly. “What? I was just being a concerned son! Sorry for my opinion. Go on with your meeting and act like I don't exist. That's what you're good at doing anyway.” He fires at Dmi