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
Adrian I push out from the curb, the cold night air, hitting my skin. My bike engine revs as I drive through the darkness. The street is empty and there is no soul around. The world is quiet and it feels like I'm the only one awake. I'm not. A lot of things are going on even in the darkness. Dark things. I pull into a street and I soon arrive in front of a house. An old detached house that looks abandoned. I climb off my bike, pull off my helmet, and go straight into the house. “Where is Igor?” I ask, stopping in front of a huge man. I've met him only a few times before and he never hides the distaste he has towards me. “Inside. You're late.” He says in a rough Russian accent and I scoff. I was asleep when I got a call asking me to come to the house. It was fucking 1 am when I got a call from Igor, asking me to come over immediately. I ignore him and instead walk inside the house. The outside may look abandoned and old, but the inside isn't. In fact, everything is
Adrian.My heart pounds against my chest as I peek out of my hiding spot. With my gun in hand, I was ready to fire once I spot my target. Sweat drips from my brows as I listen to all the noises coming from the hall and I worry. Igor had told me to get in and out as fast as possible, but the target hadn't shown up. He'd told me getting in would be the hardest part and I did just that. The target is what was keeping me longer than I am meant to be here."Where are you, you fucker?" I say as I look through the little opening in my hideout. That's when I notice the guards seem to have doubled and I panic. Okay, okay, breathe in, I tell myself. It is just an extra set of pinheads, nothing I can't take care of, I say to myself. I am Adrian, AKA one-shot sniper, I never miss. This was nothing.But something in the back of my mind is telling me there is something off. I can't put my finger on it, but I hope everything falls in line. It would be a pain if it didn't."Viktor… Alexei…Mikhail,
Adrian “He really underestimated me.” He smacks his lips, shaking his head meaningfully.“I like you, Adrian.” He says again and I find myself glaring at him.“That's why I'm going to offer you a deal,” He continues and I just stare at him.What deal?“You have two options. It's either you get killed or you kill.” “What do you want Nikolai?” I grunt, feeling pain course through my body.“If you want to kill me, just do it already!!” I yell, struggling with the chair and it makes annoying sounds that make my ears itch.“Why kill such a pretty boy like you, when I can make good use of you?” He asks no one in particular, then he smiles and continues.“The deal is simple, work for me. Not only will it earn you your freedom, you'll get paid more than what that fucker pays you.”“And why should I work for you?”“I've run my check on you, you have potential and I like that. So what do you say? Huh?” He stares directly into my eyes and I look away. Not that I find him intimidating but I fel
Adrian “Get the job done real quick. We’ll be leaving in one hour.” Niko-fucking-lia voice rings in my ear as I drive my bike to Igor’s place. Am I going to kill him? Yes. It's either I die or he dies. I can't give up my life for him, there's so much more I'm yet to achieve. I grunt angrily, maneuvering my bike to his place. I can't even think of running away after killing him. Fucking Nikolai placed a tracker on me. I don't know where. He made me unconscious, opened a part of my body, and planted a tracker there. I've tried looking for the spot, but I can't find it. I don't feel any pain either. Another grunt escapes my lips as I swerve my bike to a dark alley. I would make it quick and pay a quick visit to Larisa, my girlfriend. I know she'll be so worried about me. I can't even find my phone. I pull up my bike in front of Igor’s house and step down. I catch sight of the guard. Annoying bastard. “Where's Igor?” I ask, standing in front of him. I look unharmed, but I have a
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 “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“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.
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
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
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
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.
Adrian That was one of the darkest moments of my life. Waking up to see an elderly woman beside you sleeping. And when I threatened to report them to the police, my father swore to send me to a mental asylum. He was going to tell them that I lost my mind and said a lot of gibberish things. I was scared and helpless, there was nothing I could do as I just suffered in silence. “It didn't stop there,” I continue as my whole body trembles in fear and the disgust I feel towards myself. This is definitely not a story that I love sharing, but I just need to get everything off my chest. It is up to Nikolai to do whatever he is going to do afterwards. My actions are fully justified. And it hurts knowing that I'm not able to do anything to Zorya, to make her pay for what she did.“Samantha seemed to enjoy shagging a teenager, so she began to pay my father just so she could fuck me. I never got hard on her, there was no way a woman like her would turn me on, so my father would force a pill dow
Nikolai My eyes widen the moment Adrian goes down on his knees. I immediately mask my look of surprise as I replace it with a hard look. It's definitely another game plan of his and I'm not going to fall for it. Not again. And yes, why am I so lenient with him? I'm giving him petty punishments by making him do work like trimming the flowers, cutting his pay and making him stay in the Annex house. If it was another guard who did what he did, I would have killed him without even having a second thought. But it's Adrian. I don't even see myself passing a judgment that all his toes and fingers be cut off. I can't do it, even though I want to do it, I just can't. His last words are still ringing in my head. He wanted to kill me when he just came, but nothing anymore? Who the fuck does he even think he is? Adrian Petrov. Come to think of it, when I ran a background check about his family, I found nothing significant. “I'm sorry.” fucking apologies. I hate hearing it. I hate hearing the