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
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