Adrian As Nikolai and I lie on the bed, I can feel his fingertips drawing an imaginary lie on my back. I have something to ask him and in looking for the perfect way to start asking for my request. I’m fucking nervous, and I hope that he can’t sense that. “Do you have anything to tell me, pretty boy?” He questions, and there is a hint of curiosity in his voice. “You’ve been moving your body nervously and your mouth keeps opening and closing, if you have anything to say to me, spill.” He urges and I suck in a deep breath. We just finished having two rounds of hot sex and my whole body aches, especially my butt hole. My head rests on his chest as o love the feel of the warmth that goes through me as our naked bodies touch. “Well,” I begin as I take a deep breath. I want to take him out of the house, us alone. I want to bring him to Uncle Sergei, just like he had asked me to. I already have the excuse to give to Nikolai. I’m only struggling with how I’ll spill. “Let’s go out.”
Adrian “How long are we going to walk? How far is the deck? It's getting colder.” I can hear the annoyance in Nikolai's voice as we both walk along the pathway. And agreed, it's fucking cold. It's snowing and it seems the coats we are both wearing are not doing too much justice. “I thought that you've lived here in Russia For 30 years and you're used to the cold already?” I taunt with a smile on my face, using the same exact tone that he always uses when he's saying those words. He always flaunts that he's immune to the cold. “Well, it's snowing right on me. And I did not wear enough coats for this particular journey,” He draws out in sarcasm. Thankfully I came prepared. I pull out the backpack I’m carrying and I bring out a fur coat. I noticed that he was wearing just a coat and his gloves, so I brought one just in case.“Wear it.” He casts a glance at me as he collects the coat from me. I knew we were both going to walk because a car can’t pass through this path.“We are almost
Adrian My mind is in a fucking mess as I glance from my uncle and then to Nikolai who's lying lifelessly on the ground. He's been shot and is bleeding badly. The redness of his blood is already so visible on the white snow.“Fuck, Nikolai!!” I yell and I rush to his side, crouching down. He's wearing a thick black jacket, making it hard to locate his wounds. “Oh my God.” My chest heaves as my hands travel all over his body. His eyes are wide open and there's a look of shock in his green eyes as he looks at me in anger and hatred. He seems to be in so much pain as he struggles to speak.“Get your damn hands off me.” He blurts out in laboured breathing and blood follows as it flows down the corner of his lips while he tries to push my hands away. I finally find the spot where he was shot. His shoulder and stomach. “Stop being so stubborn or you're going to die.” I mumble in panic as I quickly remove the shawl around my neck, which I press to the wound on his stomach.“Didn't you brin
Adrian Everything is happening so fast. There's blood. A lot of blood. And Nikolai? I'm fucking scared for him. I seriously don't want him to die. I will never be able to live knowing that I'm the one that caused his death. I kept applying pressure on his wound until I saw Kuzma, Ilya and some guards running towards us. Ilya charged at me immediately as he yelled at me for not protecting Nikolai and allowing him to get hurt. I wondered what he would do if he found out that his boss got shot because of me. They will kill me on the spot. That's why I refrained from uttering anything as I just stayed quiet. Thankfully, Kuzma intervened and asked him to let me go. His words were to let Nikolai wake up first, then he would tell them what happened. Ilya ended up casting one last hard look at me, before letting me go. Nikolai was taken home, and all the while, he was still breathing. By the time we got home, a doctor was waiting as Nikolai was taken to the room, after that the door was c
AdrianI'm not surprised to see Zorya and Pavel. After Nikolai's order, they have not been leaving the house and have remained on house arrest. What can I say? Serves them right and they have strangely been so quiet. No matter how thick-skinned Zorya acts, I know she is scared of Nikolai. Pavel included.“What are you doing here?” Irina sniffles, releasing herself from the hug as she wipes off her tears.“What do you think I'm doing here? I'm here to lay my condolences. I'm his mother after all.” She says with a scuff, her voice dripping with sarcasm as I stare at her in disbelief. Condolences? Really?“Nikolai is not dead.” Irina scowls as she makes her way to charge at Zorya, but I quickly hold her back.“Yet!” Pavel chimes in scornfully as he holds his hands around his chest. He looks so fearless now, but once Nikolai comes or shows his presence, he will cower away like a chicken drenched in the rain. What a coward!“Shut up, Pavel! Nothing is going to happen to my brother. So it's
Nikolai I groan softly, feeling a sharp pain in my head. My head is banging and it fucking hurts. I try to move my hand, but I can’t as I’m only greeted with intense pain. I’m alive. I actually thought that I was going to die. Did Adrian take me to that place to kill me? And uncle? Uncle Sergei? Everything happened so fucking fast and now, I can’t help but get angry at myself for trusting too blindly. I was too free with him and it would have cost my life. I take in a deep breath and from the smell, I know that I’m in my room. I attempt to stand up, but my shoulder hurts a lot. I got shot there. Damn it! I hate feeling pain. “You’re awake.” I stare at the ceiling as Ilya’s voice rings in my ears. It’s surprising that they ended up finding me. I actually thought that Adrian was going to leave me to die. Did he call then? And is he still alive? I know Ilya would not waste an opportunity to kill him once he found out that Adrian had something to do with me getting shot. “Fuck! Thank
Adrian I hate this!!! All of this. It’s fucking frustrating. I hate the Annex house, I hate the food, I hate everything about it. Nikolai woke up and as much as I was excited to see him, I was not allowed to. It immediately dawned on me that it was his order. Irina was glad that her brother was awake and even wanted to help me go into his room, but that bastard Ilya seemed to be ready for me. He did not allow her to do so as he stated Nikolai’s strict orders. I was to stay as far away from him. And I’ve also been banned from staying in the main building. Ilya made me move to the Annex house. He’s been overdoing everything and one can easily think that he takes the punishment more seriously than Nikolai himself. I let out a frustrated groan as I stepped out of the bathroom. It’s so uncomfortable to bathe in there. Not only do 10 of the guards bathe at the same time. I hate and despise the way they keep looking at me. For the first day I came, I refrained from bathing the moment I s
Adrian It seemed like Nikolai was hell-bent on avoiding me. No matter how hard I tried, I’ve not been able to go into the main house and I have been staying at the guard's quarters for more than a week now. He should just come out and pass his judgement. I need to know what’s going on in his head. What exactly is he thinking and why is he doing all of this? I had caught a glimpse of him once and he seemed to be doing some. I couldn’t get close to him, and that’s all thanks to Ilya. I seriously don’t know what I have done to that man that makes it seem like he’s after my life. He sees to it that I don’t go Nikolai or into the house and he is so hellbent on making my life miserable. The kind of work he makes me do is completely different and unacceptable. He makes me trim the grasses in the gardens, like I’m some gardener and then he sees to it that I clean all the cars. I’m not a cleaner!!! I’m a sniper who knows how to handle guns well enough. I did not learn how to trim and plant
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