Adrian I find myself among powerful people. Men and women that scream affluence and wealth and power. We're currently at the Pakhan’s birthday party and when I say we, I mean Kuzma and I. Nikolai is probably amongst the crowd. Kuzma and I are both standing side by side, dressed in perfectly tailored suits and black sunglasses. Men, I hate suits. But I have to wear it, seeing that's the only thing that day differentiates us. The bodyguards from the rich. “That's Pakhan's daughter.” Kuzma nods in a direction and my eyes fall on a blonde woman who is just arriving. She has a smile on her face as she walks towards her father. “And that's the son.” My eyes fall on another man who walks in, his face says it all, he does not want to be here. If he's the Pakhan’s son, why is he not his successor? It's not necessary that the next Pakhan must be from the previous Pakhan's bloodline, but most times, the Pakhan will want to keep that title in his bloodline. “He's not in the Bratva?” I reason
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
Adrian Everything feels blank. I loved Larisa so much. I killed for her. I did everything for her and what did I get in return?Parking in front of the building Nikolai asked me to meet, I climb down from my bike.He's outside the building, with three SUVs parked. He's ready to leave.I watch him talking to one of his men. His hair is not packed this time and just flies in the wind as he speaks. Bastard. Do I hate him? Yes. A lot. He gets on my nerves.He turns his head over to my direction and when his eyes land on me, he smiles.“You made a mess.” He comments, motioning for me to walk towards him.“I asked you to kill Igor, just him.” He must have seen the bodies.“Who I kill is none of your fucking business.” I grit my teeth and the smile on his face widens as he speaks.“You'll need to learn your manners, Adrian, you don't speak to me in that tone.” The smile on his face falls. “I'm your boss.” He adds before turning back to the man he was speaking to earlier.“We're leaving.” H
Adrian “Step back miss,” I utter softly to the raging lady in front of me with my most respectful voice, but the look in her eyes only hardens.“Who the fuck is this bastard!” She yells in Russian and I slowly shake my head. Why is Nikolai still quiet? He should deal with his sister.“Please step back, miss.” I utter politely, but she only glares harder at me before looking at her brother.“Tell this bastard to get his hands off me Nikolai, or I'll kill him before killing you!” She snaps again in Russian and finally, Nikolai reacts.“Are you done, Irina?” Irina. That's her name.“No, I'm not. Where the hell were you?” She screams at him, finally releasing the knife. I sigh in relief, bending down to pick up the knife.“You just disappeared after father's funeral and you think you can appear again. Get out Nikolai, you're not needed anymore!” She screams, her face red as she practically jumps in his face though he's way taller than her.“Irina,” Nikolai begins, taking in a deep breath
Adrian I have no idea how I fell asleep, but I did it. I wake up the next morning, with someone pounding on my door loudly. And who the fuck is that bastard? I think to myself, a groan escaping my lips as I slowly get out of bed.I'm still wearing my clothes from yesterday and seriously, I need a change of clothes.“Who's it?” I ask groggily, opening the door to reveal the face of a man.Huge, tall. Jet black hair with black eyes. He has that terrifying look that scares people. Too bad, he doesn't scare me.“Who?” “Follow me.” He utters instead and immediately turns to leave.What the hell? Just that?My brows furrow and I reluctantly begin to follow behind him.“If you want to work here. You have to be punctual. No one sleeps till eight.” He points out, walking towards the direction of Nikolai's study.“Where did the boss pick you from?” He pauses, turning to face me.“Why don't you ask him that yourself?” I challenge, I hate his humor. Who does he even think he is? “Look Adrian,”
Adrian I find myself among powerful people. Men and women that scream affluence and wealth and power. We're currently at the Pakhan’s birthday party and when I say we, I mean Kuzma and I. Nikolai is probably amongst the crowd. Kuzma and I are both standing side by side, dressed in perfectly tailored suits and black sunglasses. Men, I hate suits. But I have to wear it, seeing that's the only thing that day differentiates us. The bodyguards from the rich. “That's Pakhan's daughter.” Kuzma nods in a direction and my eyes fall on a blonde woman who is just arriving. She has a smile on her face as she walks towards her father. “And that's the son.” My eyes fall on another man who walks in, his face says it all, he does not want to be here. If he's the Pakhan’s son, why is he not his successor? It's not necessary that the next Pakhan must be from the previous Pakhan's bloodline, but most times, the Pakhan will want to keep that title in his bloodline. “He's not in the Bratva?” I reason
Adrian “How did you even come up with this idea?” I chuckle as I step into the balcony of the penthouse and my eyes fall back on the table that had been set. There are lit candles all over the table for two, with a bottle of champagne, two glasses and two covered plates, with soft lighting. “Because I'm good with ideas,” Nikolai says in deadpans, appearing behind me as he wraps his hand around my waist. His smell of cedar wool fills my nose as I place my hands on his. I let in a sharp breath when I felt his lips on the side of my neck, kissing me softly. Well….we are on our date and he definitely did a good job in setting this place up. He wanted to take me to a private diner for our date, but I refused so he brought me here. To his penthouse that has already been set up. Aside from the candle and the table in the middle of the room, there are flower petals scattered all over the ground and a few on the bed. It almost feels like a proposal, maybe he wants to ask me out. I guess we'
Nikolai “I seriously don't want to hurt Irina. She's like a sister to me and I don't think I'm ready to watch her go through the pains of losing her mother. I don't want to see her hurt.” I run my tongue through my lower lips as I use my hand to ruffle my hair that's unpacked. What is he saying? What happened to the Adrian who was so eager to get revenge on the people who killed his mother and basically destroyed his life? What happened to that anger, that zeal? I totally get that he is worried about my sister. But my mother is not innocent. And that fact remains. Zorya is not innocent. “And you think that Irina will mourn her?” I scoff and I can see the look of conflict in his eyes. “I'm surprised that I'm the one that is now convincing you to do this. But don't forget that this same Zorya held my sister against the railing and threatened to throw her off and kill her all because she refused to marry the man she chose for her. So Irina is basically useless to her.” Each time I th
Nikolai I’m so tired and the only thing on my mind is to go to bed and get a good rest, but I can't do it. I have a lot of things to deal with and prepare for. The moment I arrived home, Irina ushered me to the dining table to eat the food that she and Adrian reportedly made. And what can I say? It was terrible. I thought two hands made things much better, so how did two hands cook food that was as terrible as that? I couldn't even swallow the soup as it was filled with a lot of salt and the rice was just overcooked. Dessert was worse. Dessert is something that we’re supposed to enjoy, but I think eating the dessert they both made has made me hate it for life. Thankfully, Olga came to the rescue as she prepared something edible for me. After eating, I bluntly told Irina and Adrian never to attempt cooking again. Seriously, the kitchen is not for them. Not in any way. After eating the food that Olga made, I went straight to my room to freshen up and after I finished, I came straigh
Adrian Nikolai is coming back today!! I was more than happy when I got the text from him. Two days feels like two years without him. And I've missed him so much. “Leave.” Irina says for the millionth time as I stand behind her. I've been trying to mend my friendship back with her, but she keeps trying to prove difficult and only gives me vague replies.“Your brother is coming back today.” I say to her with a smile on my face and get brows narrowing at me.“I already know that. You've been saying that to me since this morning. And why do you look so excited? Too excited. What's going on?” She asks suspiciously and that's when it dawns on me that I might be doing too much. “Well..” I begin to stammer as I try to find the right excuse to give. “He's my boss!” I suddenly blurt out as I continue. “I'm glad that he's coming back safe. Ilya and Kuzma are my friends. I'm just happy that they had a safe trip.” “Ilya hates you. You're not friends.” She points out as she bends over to drop h
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 “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.