Nikolai I sit at the edge of my bed and I keep running my fingertips gently over Adrian’s jawline as I watch him sleep. He fell asleep a while ago after crying his eyes out. Damn! He's such a crybaby. And he looks so cute while he cries and sniffles. I don't blame him, I can't blame him. I believe him. Zorya is capable of doing all that. If she could threaten to kill her daughter, she can definitely murder someone else. Not after hearing everything that he had gone through. Zorya! It's always Zorya. She didn't even stop in ruining mine and Irina’s life. I can't help but wonder what Adrian's mother had with her that made her kill her. That happened like 16 years ago and everything feels so fishy. That single life of hers really ruined a lot of things for him. He was just a little boy whose mother's love was taken away from him. He suffered so much and his father is such an asshole, he deserved to die. I really thought that I was the only one that got such an asshole of a dad.
Nikolai The moment I finish with all the work I have in my office. I go straight to my room. Ilya will get me the details soon and I have the pakhan’s party to go to and an aim to achieve, but right now, there's someone my attention is focused on. Adrian. The moment I open the door to my room, I see him standing by the bed and it looks like he's about to leave. “Where are you going to?” I ask with a slight frown on my face, shutting the door behind me, as I slowly approach the bed. “I’m heading back. I'm sorry I fell asleep on your bed, I was feeling disoriented and-” “You sleep on my bed all the time.” I draw out, casting a meaningful look at him as I stand in front of him. “So stop acting like a stranger, like it's your first time. We fuck here all the time.” The last words just rolled out of my tongue, though I didn't really mean to say it, but I'm glad I did. He should stop acting like a Goddam stranger. I notice the way Adrian’s cheeks flush as he looks away from me, nervou
Adrian I feel a satisfying flutter in my stomach as I kiss Nikolai. I just couldn't help but kiss him and he immediately kissed me back, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I let out a low grunt as my hands slowly moves away from his neck to hold onto his soft hair. Too bad he has it packed today, I can only dig my nails into his scalp as I kiss him hard and, like I’m starved. Yes, I'm starving. It must have been just a few days that we were apart, but it feels like ages.He grunts softly while we both devour each other's lips. The kiss is slow and sensual as our tongues dances in the same slow rhythm and it feels so peaceful kissing him. Like we both want to savour the moment. I pant softly as I slowly pull away from the kiss. “I’m sorry.” I mutter and a smile crawls up the corner of his lips. “I really had no idea that Uncle Sergei was going to shoot you. He only asked me to bring you and-“ “We’re already past that pretty boy.” He interrupts me and my mouth parts to say something
Adrian I grunt as my face is pressed to the wall. I was taken unaware that I didn't even notice a presence. “Where do you think you're going?” The voice belongs to Pavel. Bastard. Where did he even come from?“Get your fucking hands off me!” I grunt as I begin to struggle with him. His grip on me is firm as he refuses to let go. I should kill him one day. I hate him so much, just as much as I hate his stupid mother.“Do you think that you can eavesdrop on my mother?” These two are up to something. It's so obvious. And they are both up to no good. Zorya’s words are still ringing in my head. She sounded so angry, and because of this jerk, I couldn't hear her. She wants someone dead and I am certain that the ‘him’ she was talking about is Nikolai. Both mother and son will do anything to kill him. Why? Because they clearly can't stand seeing him having the upper hand. He makes the rule and Zorya does not want that. He owns the property and I know that she will do anything to make sure
Nikolai“Did you pack enough coats?’’ Adrian asks and I can't help but roll my eyes as I drag out a yes. He’s been such a mama bear and I find that so cute. I hate when someone is being so fastidious and fussy towards me. Seeing the kind of parents I grew up with, I'm not used to it, just the same way I hate it. Olga already knows that I hate being coddled, so she refrains from helping me pack or fussing over me when I'm about to travel.She only tells me to take care of myself, and that’s all. But it’s Adrian and I seriously don’t mind. I like seeing him being so fussy. It's cute. “Russia is ten times colder than America. I’m fine, pretty boy.” I point out with a sly smile on my face and he frowns.“Doesn't matter. Wear your coats if it gets too cold. It’s winter, so-’’ He says with a shrug as he begins to fix my tie. Ilya and Kuzma are both coming with me and Adrian is staying back with Irina. I can’t leave her with Zorya, she can try something stupid, knowing that I'm not around.
Nikolai “Are you sure this is the right place?” I ask Kuzma and he nods as we both stop in front of the elevator. “Yes. Mrs Kreese is staying in the hotel room with her husband.” He replies and I momentarily nod my head as we both step into the elevator. The elevator makes a ding sound as it begins to take us to the last floor.“Has Ilya taken care of the cameras?” “All the cameras have been taken care of.” I smile at his response. Everything is going as planned. I'm going to pay Samantha Kreese a brief visit. We arrived in New York about three hours ago and I've spent the last two hours setting everything down and making sure that nothing goes wrong. “Is her husband on with her?” “No.” Kuzma shakes his head as he goes through the iPad he's holding. “He's currently in an event and will not be back until midnight.” Good. That's enough time to do what I came to do. The elevator makes a ding sound as it gets to the last floor. Three hours will be more than enough to do what I want
Nikolai “Who the fucking hell are you?? Security!!! Security!!!” There's a pale look on Samantha's face as she hurriedly gets out of the bed that she's lying on.“Save it bitch!! No one will hear you.” I say with a light shrug. I've already seen to that. That no one hears her when she will be begging for her life.“Who are you? Who sent you? Do you need money? If it's money, I'll give you that. I can write you a check. Just leave and keep that gun away. You don't want to try something stupid. Do you know who my husband is? He's not going to sit back if anything happens to me.” There's fear written all over her face but as she speaks, she tries to keep that nonchalant attitude.“The same husband that you're cheating on?” I can't help but ask with a scoff. She's a chronic cheat. And it’s like she has a knack for fucking younger men. The man I just killed is far younger than her and Adrian was just a teenager when she started forcing herself on me.“What do you think will happen once he
Nikolai The sound of loud cries fills the now messy room as I watch in satisfaction as blood flows down from the corner of Sammantha's mouth. I pick up the letter that's half written as I go through the contents. I stare back at a pale Samantha who is still crying hard in pain. The knife is still stuck in her hand, preventing her from moving. I'm going to kill her. She does not deserve to live. “You did terribly. I'm only managing this trash that you wrote.” I tsk, as I begin to fold the paper before pushing it back into my inner pocket. I pick up the pen as well as I place it in my pocket. “I've written the letter. Please remove the knife. I already did what you asked me to. Please.” Her eyes flutter weakly. She's losing too much blood and might pass out any second from the way she keeps blinking her eyes. “You did not impress me enough.” I state the fact. As she struggles and cries, the duvet that she has wrapped around her chest loosens, exposing her breasts that look so disg
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
Adrian “Don't you think you're going too far? You can't just leave?” Irina mumbles and her eyes fill with tears as she sits beside me. We are currently in the garden and I've just broken the news to her. I'm leaving and Nikolai will not be able to stop me, because I'm not going to tell him. “I have to,” I state. I had hardly been faring well these past few days. It takes everything in me not to break down crying as I spend most of my days around Irina and she makes everything bearable and lively for me. I've been doing not too well and everything is going to shatter once Nikolai walks through that door with Tatiana beside him. I will die seeing them together. That's why I'm leaving, because he will never be able to find me again. I'm going away. “You can't! Is it because of Koyla? I swear I'm going to kill him. You're my only friend here, why leave now? I thought you were already moving on.” She sniffles and I smile as I slowly caress her cat, Minnie's fur, who's sleeping on my lap
NikolaiWhen I went into the meeting room, Alexei was already seated, because I allowed him to walk away before I stepped out from behind the pillar I was hiding. I'm not going to marry Tatiana. And I already have a plan to go about all this? The meeting goes on and on, and seriously half of the things that Dmitri kept saying are not sinking in my head at all. The man has changed and it's quite evident that his health is deteriorating. The cancer is taking a toll on him and his dying wish is to see his daughter married. “Nikolai, will agree with me. Nikolai, right?” Mikhail's voice rings in my ears and my brows furrows as I turn to face him. I have not been listening. “Huh?” “This fucker has not been listening!!” He says in Russian as he points an accusing finger at me. “Where is your mind? Fuck!” He continues in Russia and I reply to him as we both begin to converse in Russia. “What do you want to tell me, Mikhail?” “The yakuza has been trying to get a hit on us. I say we go an
Nikolai I feel like I'm making a mistake and that everything is slipping through my hands. I had always thought that I had the ultimate control of things, but I don't. Not when it comes to Adrian. A week has passed since he punched me and walked out of my room. I deserved that punch, I was being an asshole. I've not come up with a plan to stop the wedding that's just a week away. And now I'm torn in making a decision that would affect my life forever. Adrian was in his room for four days with the excuse that he was sick, at first I sent Kuzma to bring him his meals but Kuzma reported that he barely ate anything. So I sent Irina and though she has been giving me the cold shoulder as she shakes her head in disappointment and she looks at me in reproach, she still went.And luckily the results have been positive, Adrian has been eating and has been coming out of his shell. He has finally stepped out of his room and Irina has been keeping him company and I'm very grateful for that. We'
Adrian I have not stepped out of my room for days since I walked out on Nikolai. To everyone, my excuse has been that I'm on sick leave. Well, I'm sick, physically and emotionally. I'm dealing with a severe heartbreak that I don't think I will ever be able to recover from. I've been in the room for over four days, cuddling myself on my bed, under the duvet as I try to forget my problems. And that's one of the hardest things to do. I hear my door click, followed by footsteps, “Kuzma, I already told you that I'm not going to eat that food.” I mumble under my breath. I've barely eaten anything over the last few days and Kuzma has been trying to get me to eat. He thinks I'm really sick and even recommended I go to the hospital as I'm not getting better. “Except it's not Kuzma.” It's Irina. I can't see her yet as my head is buried under the duvet. I hear her walk to the bedside and she then drops something on the nearby drawer. I'm about to ask her to leave when she suddenly jumps on m
Adrian Even if it was just hours with us being apart, I've missed him. A lot. Hearing that he was going to get married to another woman, made him feel so apart from me. All my resolve breaks as I hug him and I no longer want to ask him to let me quit work. I want to ask him to stay with me. “Don't do this, please. Change your mind. You don't have to be Pakhan. We will be very happy together. Just stop all these.” I plead as I hug him tight and never once does he hug me back. I know I'm being delusional asking him to give up his dream, but I don't care. I become selfish when it comes to Nikolai. “Adrian, I can't.” He bites out and another tear drops when he wrenches me away from the hug forcefully. His action takes me by surprise and I'm left stunned and at a loss of words. “You need to stop this. Just stop this shit already. Give up my Pakhan dreams for us? There was never an us Adrian. We were just-” He pauses and then he curses under his breath in Russia, before saying out loud
Adrian I groan softly as my eyes flutter open. My mind is hazy and I'm finding it hard to get my bearings or recollect how I'm finding myself on a bed when I was walking on the road. No, I got abducted. My eyes snap open and all the sleep vanishes. I'm greeted by a familiarity and that's when I realize that I'm in my room. In Nikolai’s house. How did I fucking get here?? “Fuck!” I curse while sitting up on the bed as I look around the room. My suit jacket is gone and I'm wearing just my white shirt which has a few buttons undone and my trousers. I should have known. I said those faces were familiar. They were Nikolai's men after all. I'm going to leave this house. There is no way that I'm going to remain here after what happened. I'm leaving. I quickly get out of bed and I head straight right out of my room as I head to Nikolai’s. He's going to have to let me go from this place. Because there is no fucking way I'm going to stay under the same roof with him with the thought that he