Adrian I heard their conversation, all of it. I never meant to listen but I was coming to ask how Irina was doing as her friend when I overheard Her asking her brother why their mother hated them so much. He definitely did not have an answer for that.I’m curious as well. I'm pretty sure Nikolai and Irina are not adopted, but why does she hate them so much? Is it normal for a mother to hate their kids? Hell no!! What if Zorya is not their real mother?My head runs with different speculations as I stand in front of them. I meant it when I said I was going to protect Nikolai. I work for him, so it's my duty to protect him, and a part of me wants to do that as well. I want to protect both siblings. Irina is still too innocent to suffer like this and if I think deeply about it, she nor her brother had anything to do with the death of my mother. It seems they are also Zorya's victims. She killed my mother and has been torturing her children. I've seen the scar at the back of Nikolai's ne
Nikolai I don't need anyone to tell me that my sister is crushing on Adrian. It's clearly obvious. And to think she went as far as asking him to feed her? Hell no!! Fucking hell no. I tuck her in bed and step out right after she falls asleep. While I walk to my room, I send a text to Adrian to meet me in my room. As I arrive in my room, I meet him sitting in the bed. He’s already here. I expected him to come like five minutes from now. “You already came?” I utter, stepping into the room as I make sure to lock in. Two people can barge in, Olga and Irina. She got scared earlier. There's a high chance that she will wake up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare. I can't risk her barging into my room to see me with Adrian. And if she indeed comes, she will knock and I know how to handle that.“I’ve been here for like 10 minutes. I was waiting for you. You should get some rest too.” Adrian mutters softly, standing up to his feet and I narrow my eyes at him.“Stop leading Irin
Adrian I've lost count of how long I've been sitting by this bedside watching Irina as she sleeps. I came into this room about two hours ago and it took a lot of time before I finally got to calm her down.She apparently had a nightmare about her mother trying to throw her off the railing again and I’ve longed convinced her that Zorya can't do shit. Nikolai had saved her and Zorya and Pavel are currently on house arrest. She's sleeping soundly and I've attempted to leave her room twice but she ended up waking up and then begged me to stay. I stayed. I let out a deep sigh as I watched her sleep. I’m tired right now and I’m currently planning to leave her room. My eyes fall on Minnie, who is sleeping as well. It seems I’m the only one awake in the whole house, along with the other guards around the compound. I slowly stand up from where I'm sitting as I fix my eyes on her for a while, making sure she doesn't wake up. She's fast asleep now and I can only hope that she has gone deep in
Adrian I moan in my sleep as I feel a pair of strong arms firmly wrapped around me. His masculine smell hits my nose and a smile forms on my lips. After I asked him to hug me last night, he just took me to bed and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I smile as I find myself moving closer to him. Dang it, Adrian! You’re already close enough.This is the first time I’m actually waking up to see Adrian sleeping beside me. He usually wakes up before me every morning when we spend the night as he gets out of bed to take care of a few things.I can hear his soft breathing but I can’t see his face, as my head is on his naked chest. I find myself running my fingertips over his inked skin. His chest heaves as he breathes softly and I can only take it that he’s asleep, but the next thing I hear is his voice.“You better stop that now, unless you want me to fuck you before getting out of bed.” I feel my whole body shake with anticipation. Hell! I want him to do that. The fuck?“You’re awake?”
Nikolai The way Adrian acts like a scared kitten is hilarious. And I seriously have no idea why Olga chose to come to my room at this time. I was about to have a good relaxing blow job and she just….ruined it.“Good morning, Olga.” I greet her in Russia, not bothering to hide the displeasure in my voice. Her coming to knock is not funny at all. And I know why she came. To invite me for breakfast. I know that she cares and worries about me and I am totally grateful and I love her for that. But getting a blowjob from Adrian is exactly what I need in the morning. Not some Russian soup. Hers are fucking delicious though.“Koyla!!” She calls on seeing me. I only open my door slightly and I stand by the entrance. If I don’t do that, she’s going to barge into my room and I don't want that.“Good morning Olga. You sure know how to ruin a good sleep.” I draw out and she eyes me, before playfully hitting my shoulders.“You don’t sleep this late, Koyla. I was worried and curious.” She points ou
Adrian The day goes by quickly. While Nikolai sends Ilya, Kuzma and some other guards on an errand, I stay back. Sometimes, I find it really Annoying that he leaves me out of it. Even if we are doing things behind closed doors, I'm still working under him. I should at least get something to do, Nikolai just doesn't want to hear of it.The moment the clock hits 2, I find myself getting ready to his art room which he asked me to come to. I wonder what's going to happen there. Just when I'm about to step out of the room, my phone in my pocket rings. It's Uncle Sergei.I let out a tired sigh, closing the door back. I go straight into the bathroom to receive the call, as I don't want to risk anyone hearing me.“Uncle Sergei,” My voice is low and composed as I receive the call.“You're slacking Adrian.” That's the first words he says. I inhale sharply as I run my hands through my hair. It's not as easy as it seems.“No, I'm not. I'm only being careful.” I tell him but he mumbles something
Nikolai I smile the moment I see Adrian walk into my Art room. I’ve been waiting for him and he was pretty late. I can only guess that something held him up, that’s why he delayed.“So I should remain standing here?” His words jolt me out of my thoughts and I lift my head, with a smile on my face as I nod, “Yes.” He’s standing behind a stool, but I’m going to make him sit later on. I’m painting him. There’s no way I’m not going to paint the handsome male in front of me. I’ve been meaning to do it, and today happens to be the day since I’m free.“So what should I do next?” He asks with a curious look on his face as I chuckle.“Pull off your shirt, pretty boy,” I smirk, as I take a second look at all my brushes to make sure that they are all perfect. I’ve been painting since I was a little kid, it’s something that I love doing. It calms me down. Whenever I got shunned by Zoya or got beaten up by my father. I always drew or painted something. You can say this art room was my solace and
Nikolai We both move around the room, still kissing each other hard as we come to a stop when Adrian’s back rests against a table. He wraps his hands around my neck, pulling me closer, our bodies almost becoming one as we kiss each other hard. “Fuck it!” He curses, his words barely audible due to the kiss as his hands roam all over my body. His hands find my buttons and he begins to button my shirt. He pulls off the shirt after he’s done and he tosses it aside afterwards. My finger traces through his jawline as I kiss him hard, our tongues dancing in the same sync like we want to take each other's breath away. The moment feels so passionate and intimate and I don’t want it to stop. He finally breaks off from the kiss, going down on his knees the next second. I really love it when he goes down on his knees for me, looking all pretty and ready to be fucked. He does not waste any moment as he lets down the zip of my trousers. His hands make their way into the waistband of my boxer, f
Adrian 17 months laterThe sound of a baby crying jolts Nikolai and me and he pauses from kissing me. “Fuck this.” Nikolai curses, not hiding the annoyance in his voice. I chuckle as I get out of bed, pulling my shirt over my head. “Where are you going??” Nikolai asks just when I'm about to head to the door. “To meet our child, he's crying.” I remind him, in case he's not hearing the sound of our one-month-old baby crying. Aleksandr was born exactly a month ago and trust me when I say he's the best thing that has happened to Nikolai and I. Nikolai insisted that we get married immediately he proposed, and I agreed. He kept to his words and released Pavel who left Russia to start a new life for himself.That day was one of the happiest days in my life, saying I DO to Nikolai was like a dream come true for me as we both exchanged wedding vows and rings. We had our honeymoon in France for a month and I swear, Nikolai did not want to come back to Russia. I had to drag his ass back her
Adrian I was feeling very nervous throughout the drive to the private diner where Nikolai's celebration party for being the Pakhan was going to be held. He kept on assuring me that it was going to be fine and it was really hard for me to calm down.We finally arrived there, and here I am sitting in the midst of four powerful men. Strangely I'm comfortable around them and they all said their congratulations when Nikolai broke the news of our relationship.“So you both are–” Mikhail's voice trails off as he points at the both of us, before he uses his hand to show how two people come together, a surprised look on his face.“Obviously Volkov, Rostov broke the news exactly ten minutes ago.” Viktor deadpans, pointing at his watch.“I just find it hard to believe, I mean…The pretty boy was his-” “His name is Adrian.” Nikolai sharply interrupts, his voice stern and possessive. A small smile appears on my lips as I take a glance at him, we are both sitting sideways.“Whatever…Adrian is your
Adrian I was fucking surprised when Nikolai told me that I was in a coma for a month. A fucking month!! I couldn’t believe it. I slept for that long but I’m glad that I made it out alive. When I lost consciousness, I thought that I was not going to see his face again. I really thought that I was dying. But here I am, alive, healthy and surrounded by people that care so much for me. I have a caring boyfriend and a supportive best friend. Both siblings have been there for me and can I say that they’ve been pampering me too much? Especially Nikolai. He makes all my meals, gives me a walk every day to loosen up my muscles, prepares my bath and makes sure that the water temperature is okay. At first, he even insisted on bathing me, but I had to remind him that I was not a child. My hands were working perfectly. Even when he cooks for me, he insists on feeding me and I so much enjoy eating from his hands and Nikolai makes the best meals ever. Why was he hiding such a good talent? Acco
Nikolai I can’t remember the last time I ran this hard. I race straight to the room that Adrian is being kept in with Irina running behind me. I pause in my tracks when I get to the entrance, the door wide open. I find myself breathing out in relief when I see Adrian sitting on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. “Fuck!!” I curse, my chest heaving as I stand by the door. He’s awake! Fuck! Adrian is awake and he’s staring right at me. There is a confused look on his face as he looks at me, his eyes wide open. “I told you right. He’s awake!!” Irina exclaims, also breathless as he points at Adrian who opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. “Adrian,” I call in relief rushing to his side. The moment I sit at the ease of the bed, I hug him. Fuck I’ve missed him. “I’m so glad that you’re fine. Fuck! I was so worried about you.” I break off from the hug but Adrian keeps staring at me. “Are you okay Adrian? Kuzma has gone to get Andrei, they will be here soon. Just
Nikolai A piercing scream echoes in my basement and I hold a bored look on my face as I watch Pavel who's getting his toenails removed yell out in pain. I hate him and the fact that his father shot Adrian, makes me hate him the most. “Nikolai…..arhhh…stop this!!” He pleads with me but I don't bother to ask my men to stop. He deserves every bit of what he's experiencing. Pavel's eyes widen in terror as he begs me to stop, but I just raise an eyebrow, my expression unyielding. "You think a little toenail removal is painful?" I sneer, my voice dripping with venom. "You have no idea what pain is, Pavel. Your father took something precious from me, and now you're going to pay the price."Pavel's face contorts in agony as my men continue their work, his screams echoing off the cold basement walls. I watch him with a mixture of disgust and contempt, my anger simmering just below the surface."Please, Nikolai... mercy!" Pavel begs, his voice hoarse from screaming.I laugh, a cold, mirthles
Nikolai I've never been so frustrated and hopeful in my thirty years of living. It has been the same thing for me, it's like I keep going back and forth, doing the same thing over and over again. Dealing with a little work and coming back to the hospital to sit and watch Adrian as he sleeps while I fill him in with how my day went as I also beg him to open his eyes. It's been two weeks since Zorya's funeral, and Adrian still hasn't opened his eyes. He's still in the fucking coma. I've invited different doctors from far and wide to do something, but the result is still the same. ‘He’s out of danger, it's just left for him to wake up. I'm sorry sir.’ These are their exact words. And it takes everything within me not to smash the nearest objects in their head for failing to bring my Adrian back. I sigh loudly as I lean by the door, watching as Adrian sleeps on the bed. He's still as pretty as ever and looks like a sleeping beauty. I always kiss his lips each time I come here, hoping t
Nikolai I stand at the front of the crowded church, my eyes fixed on the polished wooden casket before me. The soft glow of candlelight casts a sombre ambience, and the sweet scent of flowers wafts through the air. The mourners are seated, their faces etched with grief and sadness.The church is packed, with every pew filled. The soft murmur of whispered conversations and the occasional sniffle are the only sounds that break the silence. I recognize many of the faces, some of whom I've known for years, while others are strangers who've come to pay their respects.The priest stands at the podium, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling on me. He nods solemnly, and I nod back, my expression stern. The priest clears his throat, and the room falls silent. "Dear friends and family," he begins in Russian, his voice low and soothing. "We gather today to bid farewell to a young life, cut short in its prime."I keep a straight face while staring at the casket. Never once did I think that
Adrian Life can be so unpredictable and unfair, especially to me. It's like the very moment I was born, I was destined not to have a good life. Because why? Just when I think I can finally be happy, everything goes upside down. Sergei is my father. The man I looked up to for years and thought that he was my uncle who loved me. He's my father. One that hates me so much, that he wants me to die and I guess his wish is coming true because I'm dying. My body falls with a thud, and Nikolai quickly kneels, gathering me up in his arms as he places my head on his lap. He points his gun in a direction and when I hear a gunshot, I know that he has officially killed Sergei. The pungent smell of blood fills the air as pain pierces through my whole body. It hurts a lot. “Fuck! Adrian!!! What the fuck!!” Nikolai curses, his hands going through my body as he tries to find my wound. I got shot in the right side of my upper chest. “Get the fucking doctor!!!” He yells and I've never seen Nikolai
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