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
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'
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
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
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
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 “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
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
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
Nikolai I don't panic, as I help Adrian to stand on his feet, his head resting weakly on my shoulders. Kuzma must have captured Pavel when I asked them to surround the house. I don't flinch, even when Sergei’s gun is pointed at my head. He won't try shit. This man has never loved Adrian, Adrian was only a means to get whatever he was aiming for and my mother is a cohort. “You bastard!! Tell them to release my son!! I will kill you if anything happens to Pavel!!” Zorya yells in fear, angrily pointing at me. And I scoff, glancing at the man who has a hardened look on his face. He's brown-haired, just like Adrian, with the same brown eyes as well. “And tell this shrimp that you're fucking to put his gun aside. It's disrespectful.” I tsk with a small chuckle and then my eyes land on Adrian who keeps mumbling incoherent words. “Sergei drop the gun! They have Pavel. The plan is already ruined. They will kill him!” She yells again in panic. Oh! How much she loves her son. Why does she n
Nikolai For some strange reason, I've been feeling uneasy since I came home. I needed to make an appearance as there were a few deals I needed to sign on. And now, I'm in my office with Ilya, but I feel uneasy. A part of me keeps telling me that I shouldn't have left Adrian alone, I know he was lying to me. He is being watched by someone, it's obvious he has a stalker, and though I already sent Kuzma there, I still feel very uncomfortable. “Are these the last files that needs my signature?” I ask Ilya who shakes his head, before dumping another pile of files on the table in front of me. I sigh, slowly shaking my head and I pick up my pen, to continue signing on every paper. “Did you get any call from Viktor?” I ask my eyes fixed on the papers. “Yes, Pakhan. I already passed the message to him.” I nod, “Arrange for a meeting. I want to meet all of them.” I state and Viktor nods. I continue signing the papers, and I'm already halfway done when my phone rings. It's Kuzma. I receiv
Adrian Nikolai and I finally made up and he was officially my boyfriend. Dating him has to be one of the best things that has ever happened to me, if not the best. We had spent the last three days cosying up in my deckhouse. Just the two of us, wrapped in each other arms as we told each other our ambitions and dreams. It has been a lot of bonding up and the best three days of my life. It was like we've known each other for years, not just a few fleeting days. It was peaceful and calm with him. Aside from talking, Nikolai was taking care of me so well, by going the extra mile. He did not allow me to lift a finger, he took care of the dishes and cooking. It was just the two of us, trying new things and fucking. That cannot be left out. Whenever he was not cooking or cleaning, Nikolai did not take his hands off me. Even at night, we try different positions and he wakes me every morning, sucking me off as he makes sure I cum in his mouth. Everything has been going so well and I hope
Nikolai I finally had the best time of my life after what felt like an eternity. I don't even wish for this day to stop as I just want Adrian to be in my arms. We are both lying on the couch after having intense rounds of sex. I fucked him twice again after the first round before I finally got exhausted. Now we're both lying naked in each other’s arms, still on the couch. The only difference now is that Adrian is lying on top of me. The couch can barely fit us, especially me, my legs are dangling on the end. We were too tired to go to his bedroom, so we just stayed here. I smile as I look down at Adrian who seems to be asleep, I can't see his face. His head is resting on my chest and mine is resting on the couch’s armrest as I wrap my hand around his waist. “Are you sleeping?” I ask curiously, the only thing I can hear is his sift breathing. And this feels so intimate, amazing and right. “No.” He replies his voice soft and he lifts his head to plant a quick kiss on my lips before
Nikolai The rest of the Bravta do not have a say in my life, nor will they judge my sexuality. Adrian does not need to be scared over anything. I've got everything under control. “They are not going to insist on that pretty boy,” I tell him. Vladimir has stepped down.Mikhail is definitely not the kind of person to judge. Alexei is now a married man and is still caught up trying to convince his father-in-law that he's the best for Tatiana, Viktor does not care. Sexuality does not matter and we don't judge in our brotherhood. We always support each other and I'm going to see to that as the new leader, while I uphold the legacy of the Bratva. So Adrian literally has nothing to worry about. And I'm fully Bi-sexual now, I no longer find women attractive in the slightest. In fact, I don't find any other person attractive aside from Adrian. “I'm just worried-” “Do you trust me?” I ask in a low voice as he holds his gaze with mine, while nodding slowly. “Good, then trust that I have ever
Adrian I stiffen the moment I feel Nikolai's lips on mine. Why did he have to do this? I could already feel the walls I had tried so hard to build crumbling when he came close to me and now, he has shattered it with just this kiss. At first, I remain still as I refuse to open my mouth, but he suddenly bites my lower lip and that causes me to open my mouth and he uses that opportunity to drive his tongue in. He doesn't go slow, hell no! He kisses me hard and hungrily, like he's starved, well I'm starved as well and I badly want to kiss him back, but something keeps holding me back. He finally breaks off from the kiss, his heavy breathing filling the room as he looks me straight in the eyes. “I need you.” He says, his voice low and soft as he places his hand on the side of my face. “Don't look away, Adrian. Keep your eyes on mine.” He demands just when I want to look away from him. I oblige and I stare straight into his green eyes. I've always found his eyes so beautiful, fuck they
Adrian I was utterly stunned and clueless and everywhere suddenly became hot in less than a minute. What did Nikolai just say? He loves me? I couldn't bear being in his presence anymore, so I dashed out and came straight to the bathroom and I've lost count of how long I've been in the here.I blink repeatedly as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. He loves me and I still love him as much as I did before. I'm just scared of getting hurt, that's why I asked him to avoid me, and right now, I don't know what to say or do, or how to react. I take in a deep breath as I pull off my coat, tossing it aside. It's so hot. So very hot. I bend over the sink as I turn on the faucet to wash my face but it does nothing to quench the fire burning from within me. I can't go back in there to face Nikolai again, I don't think I can look him in the eye and not break down. Not after this. All my hatred and anger towards him will dissolve once I face him and I don't want that. Or….I do. A part of me
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