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," I list off names of some prominent people I see who work or partner with my target on occasion. He's not here, I tell myself. Maybe Igor didn't get his information right and my target wasn't attending? I need to talk with Igor because his informants need to be questioned. The wedding was progressing rapidly. The only woman present, the bride herself, looks like she would rather the ground open and swallow her than marry the sour patch next to her. I shake my head as I get back into focus then survey the hall for what is probably the hundredth time in the last hour. Frustration builds within me and I nearly groan out loud. The hall's silence is palpable enough that if a pin should drop, it would be heard. The only sound I hear is the annoying voice of the phony "priest". I had caught the idiot smoking weed out back before the ceremony officially began and I wonder where they pulled him out of. "Some people have it good and others don't," I mutter. Just then, I hear a shuffle outside my hiding spot, and I think, for this to be a wedding, people sure do move around. I swear, some people have not sat down since the sad excuse for a ceremony began. I ignore them and keep on the lookout. "Come on, come on." I breathe. "Where are you?" Just then, I hear footsteps alarmingly close but before I can react, something hard hits me at the back of my head and I feel warm liquid trickle down my neck. Shit, shit, shit, I'm screwed. I fall to the ground and before I lose consciousness, I hear a voice say, "Well, look what we have here, a pretty boy." …… Something drips from my forehead down to my face. It touches my lips and its iron, coppery taste hits my tongue. Blood. My head pounds badly. I can literally feel my heart pounding in my head as I struggle to open my eyes. The room is dark, but not dark enough so I can see what's in it. Or what isn't? I can't tell if I'm in a cellar or basement but I do know the air smells vile. My hands are tied in front of me and I notice a large amount of ropes around my body. They are wound around me tightly so much so that if I move the rope burns my skin. I think back to how I found myself in this situation and the only thing I can remember is being discovered in my hiding spot before everything went black. I twist around in the chair and groan when a voice calls through the dimly lit room. "Don't bother trying to get out. Those ropes are reinforced, trust me, they won't budge." The voice says again and I strain my eyes to see his face. He's tall and broad-shouldered but other than that I can't make out anything else because he's standing far away. I ignore his warnings and continue to struggle. A light switch flicks and the room is suddenly illuminated and I groan as the light burns my eyes. I recover quickly and that's when I see the room. They had brought me to a freaking dungeon. The room is filthier than I thought and at one of the walls is a very elaborate torture display and I swallow. "Well, who do we have here?" The voice says. The owner of the voice steps into the room and I see who had caused me all this trouble in the first place. Nikolai Rostov. Nikolai walks further into the room with a sinister smile on his face. And can I say the photos I had seen of him didn't do him justice? The asshole looks better in person, that's for sure. He seems taller now that I can see him up close and he has tattoos littered all over his body. His black hair is long, about shoulder length but it's up in a man bun so I'm not sure, he is also clean-shaven. I hate to admit it but he's handsome, with mesmerizing green eyes and a killer smile. Though right now, I wanted to wipe the annoying smile off his face. He drags a chair from the corner of the room and places it approximately two feet away from me. "Ah, much better. Now we can see eye to eye, no?" He says with that megawatt smile as he sits down. "Now here's what we are going to do, pretty boy." Nikolai says as he eyes me, and my jaw ticks. "I'm sure there's no need to introduce myself but either way, I'll do so anyway. I'm Nikolai Rostov and you can call me just that. It's nice to meet you. The "one-shot sniper ", he mocks then stretches out his hand for a handshake. "Oh, that's right. You can't shake me back, my bad." He Snickers and I growl, bastard. “Igor should have done better, don't you think?” He says meaningfully and I stiffen. The bastard knows.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 living 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.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 gun hidden. A silent pistol. I know Igor is alone
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 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 just a facade to h