Nikolai

Nikolai

As I walk into the Dining room with Olga, three pairs of eyes stare directly at me. One with anger. I totally understand Irina, she'll come around.

And two with nothing but pure contempt. Those two pairs of eyes belong to my mother and brother. She stands up the moment she sees me, Pavel following suit like the dog he is.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, not hiding the hatred she has for me. I'm already used to it.

Her hair is packed in a tight bun and she's wearing her usually straight red dress which usually has a black belt that matches with her shoe.

“Because this is my house.” A smile graces my lips and my eyes land on my little sister.

“How are you, Irina?” I ask.

“As if you care how I am.” She mumbles standing up to her feet and she disappears from the dining room, going straight upstairs.

Seriously, Irina and Olga are the only people I care for in this house.

Olga is not my mother but she practically raised me and made me feel motherly love and Irina, she used to be my favorite person while I grew up. She's still my favorite person. She's only pissed that I never called her in the six months that I was away.

I did not need any distractions, so I did not bother to call. But that did not mean I did not keep an eye on her. I always made sure she was protected. I'm six years older than her and two years older than Pavel. I'm currently thirty.

Pavel? My brother. The bastard hates me just as much as his mother hates me and I equally hate them too. Sometimes, I don't believe that Zorya is my birth mother. She has shown her hate for me the moment she pushed me out of her vagina. And I don't care. I stopped caring years ago.

“This is not your house, Nikolai. Go back to where you're coming from. You're not needed.” Pavel says with a scowl on his face and I slowly shake my head.

I left after my father's funeral, I didn't move out. I just left because of work. There were lots of things that needed to be put in place.

A lot of things that I need to achieve. I'm not just going to stop as a higher-up in the Bratva, I want to become the Pakhan and I'm going to be just that. Always aim for the top.

“Father willed his properties to me. You should know you're only living here on my mercy.” I state the fact. My father was also an asshole, which leaves me quite surprised why he willed his properties to me.

“How dare you?? You insolent bastard.” Zorya fumes, raising her hand to slap me. I don't stop her. She hits me in the face and I do not flinch and just stare at her.

“Are you done?” I smile at her.

“I have a meeting with the bratva.” I only came to the dining room at Olga's request.

“Of course, she's not done!! And what do you mean about the Bratva? You're no longer needed there. They'll throw you out!!” Pavel yells at the top of his voice. He's standing behind Zorya. He will never dare to stand in front of me. Always in his mother's shadow. Fool.

“The Bratva is nothing without me, Pavel. I'm one of their most loved members.” That's true. The brotherhood loves me.

“You really need to keep your dog on a leash.” I turn to face Zorya, referring to Pavel.

“How dare you say that about my son??” She practically screams. In the past, I'll ask if I'm not her son as well. But not anymore.

She raises her hand to slap me again, but it never comes.

I tilt my head to see her glaring at Adrian who's holding her wrist. Another interesting fellow.

“Who the hell is this??” She says in Russian, her voice thundering in the room.

None of my men has ever stopped her from hitting me.

“That's my new guard. Meet Adrian.” I introduce myself, my smile never dropping from my face.

“Tell him to get his hands off me, or I'll get him killed.”

“The boss should not be touched.” He simply says and Zorya's nose flares. Good Boy.

“You are you to say that?”

“His guard. And it's my duty to protect him.” My smile widens.

“Get your hands off my mother!” Pavel snaps at Adrian who slowly lets her go.

“Keep the food Olga. I'll have lunch. I'm running late.” I say to Olga. Zorya’s drama never ends and I have a meeting.

“Okay, Koyla.” Olga mumbles, knowing things are already getting heated up.

“See you.” She nods at me reassuringly and I begin to head outside. Ilya and Adrian are behind me.

“Where's Kuzma?” I ask, having not seen him around.

“In the car boss.” Ilya replies and I only nod.

We get to the car and Kuzma is already seated in the driver seat. Ilya joins him in the front.

Adrian is about to join the other SUV when I order him to join me in the back. I really enjoy the way he stares at me, before reluctantly joining me.

I wanted to kill him the moment I caught him, but I didn't. I find Adrian intriguing. Very intriguing.

Firstly, he's pretty. Very pretty. That earned him the name Pretty Boy. Secondly, my dick has been getting hard only around him.

I fuck both men and women for fun and I originally thought it was nothing when I got hard torturing him.

Fuck! I thought his pretty face drew me in at first. But those two brunettes could not get my cock hard last night and just when I saw Adrian this morning, my dick became hard. I want to fuck him and smear my cum all over his pretty face.

But I doubt he is gay and that's exactly what I'm going to find out. Adrian Petrov is a mystery that I can't wait to unravel.