Nikolai “Are you sure this is the right place?” I ask Kuzma and he nods as we both stop in front of the elevator. “Yes. Mrs Kreese is staying in the hotel room with her husband.” He replies and I momentarily nod my head as we both step into the elevator. The elevator makes a ding sound as it begins to take us to the last floor.“Has Ilya taken care of the cameras?” “All the cameras have been taken care of.” I smile at his response. Everything is going as planned. I'm going to pay Samantha Kreese a brief visit. We arrived in New York about three hours ago and I've spent the last two hours setting everything down and making sure that nothing goes wrong. “Is her husband on with her?” “No.” Kuzma shakes his head as he goes through the iPad he's holding. “He's currently in an event and will not be back until midnight.” Good. That's enough time to do what I came to do. The elevator makes a ding sound as it gets to the last floor. Three hours will be more than enough to do what I want
Nikolai “Who the fucking hell are you?? Security!!! Security!!!” There's a pale look on Samantha's face as she hurriedly gets out of the bed that she's lying on.“Save it bitch!! No one will hear you.” I say with a light shrug. I've already seen to that. That no one hears her when she will be begging for her life.“Who are you? Who sent you? Do you need money? If it's money, I'll give you that. I can write you a check. Just leave and keep that gun away. You don't want to try something stupid. Do you know who my husband is? He's not going to sit back if anything happens to me.” There's fear written all over her face but as she speaks, she tries to keep that nonchalant attitude.“The same husband that you're cheating on?” I can't help but ask with a scoff. She's a chronic cheat. And it’s like she has a knack for fucking younger men. The man I just killed is far younger than her and Adrian was just a teenager when she started forcing herself on me.“What do you think will happen once he
Nikolai The sound of loud cries fills the now messy room as I watch in satisfaction as blood flows down from the corner of Sammantha's mouth. I pick up the letter that's half written as I go through the contents. I stare back at a pale Samantha who is still crying hard in pain. The knife is still stuck in her hand, preventing her from moving. I'm going to kill her. She does not deserve to live. “You did terribly. I'm only managing this trash that you wrote.” I tsk, as I begin to fold the paper before pushing it back into my inner pocket. I pick up the pen as well as I place it in my pocket. “I've written the letter. Please remove the knife. I already did what you asked me to. Please.” Her eyes flutter weakly. She's losing too much blood and might pass out any second from the way she keeps blinking her eyes. “You did not impress me enough.” I state the fact. As she struggles and cries, the duvet that she has wrapped around her chest loosens, exposing her breasts that look so disg
Adrian Nikolai is coming back today!! I was more than happy when I got the text from him. Two days feels like two years without him. And I've missed him so much. “Leave.” Irina says for the millionth time as I stand behind her. I've been trying to mend my friendship back with her, but she keeps trying to prove difficult and only gives me vague replies.“Your brother is coming back today.” I say to her with a smile on my face and get brows narrowing at me.“I already know that. You've been saying that to me since this morning. And why do you look so excited? Too excited. What's going on?” She asks suspiciously and that's when it dawns on me that I might be doing too much. “Well..” I begin to stammer as I try to find the right excuse to give. “He's my boss!” I suddenly blurt out as I continue. “I'm glad that he's coming back safe. Ilya and Kuzma are my friends. I'm just happy that they had a safe trip.” “Ilya hates you. You're not friends.” She points out as she bends over to drop h
Nikolai I’m so tired and the only thing on my mind is to go to bed and get a good rest, but I can't do it. I have a lot of things to deal with and prepare for. The moment I arrived home, Irina ushered me to the dining table to eat the food that she and Adrian reportedly made. And what can I say? It was terrible. I thought two hands made things much better, so how did two hands cook food that was as terrible as that? I couldn't even swallow the soup as it was filled with a lot of salt and the rice was just overcooked. Dessert was worse. Dessert is something that we’re supposed to enjoy, but I think eating the dessert they both made has made me hate it for life. Thankfully, Olga came to the rescue as she prepared something edible for me. After eating, I bluntly told Irina and Adrian never to attempt cooking again. Seriously, the kitchen is not for them. Not in any way. After eating the food that Olga made, I went straight to my room to freshen up and after I finished, I came straigh
Nikolai “I seriously don't want to hurt Irina. She's like a sister to me and I don't think I'm ready to watch her go through the pains of losing her mother. I don't want to see her hurt.” I run my tongue through my lower lips as I use my hand to ruffle my hair that's unpacked. What is he saying? What happened to the Adrian who was so eager to get revenge on the people who killed his mother and basically destroyed his life? What happened to that anger, that zeal? I totally get that he is worried about my sister. But my mother is not innocent. And that fact remains. Zorya is not innocent. “And you think that Irina will mourn her?” I scoff and I can see the look of conflict in his eyes. “I'm surprised that I'm the one that is now convincing you to do this. But don't forget that this same Zorya held my sister against the railing and threatened to throw her off and kill her all because she refused to marry the man she chose for her. So Irina is basically useless to her.” Each time I th
Adrian “How did you even come up with this idea?” I chuckle as I step into the balcony of the penthouse and my eyes fall back on the table that had been set. There are lit candles all over the table for two, with a bottle of champagne, two glasses and two covered plates, with soft lighting. “Because I'm good with ideas,” Nikolai says in deadpans, appearing behind me as he wraps his hand around my waist. His smell of cedar wool fills my nose as I place my hands on his. I let in a sharp breath when I felt his lips on the side of my neck, kissing me softly. Well….we are on our date and he definitely did a good job in setting this place up. He wanted to take me to a private diner for our date, but I refused so he brought me here. To his penthouse that has already been set up. Aside from the candle and the table in the middle of the room, there are flower petals scattered all over the ground and a few on the bed. It almost feels like a proposal, maybe he wants to ask me out. I guess we'
Adrian I find myself among powerful people. Men and women that scream affluence and wealth and power. We're currently at the Pakhan’s birthday party and when I say we, I mean Kuzma and I. Nikolai is probably amongst the crowd. Kuzma and I are both standing side by side, dressed in perfectly tailored suits and black sunglasses. Men, I hate suits. But I have to wear it, seeing that's the only thing that day differentiates us. The bodyguards from the rich. “That's Pakhan's daughter.” Kuzma nods in a direction and my eyes fall on a blonde woman who is just arriving. She has a smile on her face as she walks towards her father. “And that's the son.” My eyes fall on another man who walks in, his face says it all, he does not want to be here. If he's the Pakhan’s son, why is he not his successor? It's not necessary that the next Pakhan must be from the previous Pakhan's bloodline, but most times, the Pakhan will want to keep that title in his bloodline. “He's not in the Bratva?” I reason
Adrian “Your bill is 2000 rub, sir.” The Cashier at the counter says in Russian to me as I nod, before reaching into my pocket to get my credit card. “Here.” I hand the card over to her, but her mind seems to be somewhere else as she keeps staring in a direction with flushed cheeks. “Miss,” I call this time in English waving my hand at her and that finally jolts her out of whatever trance that she is in. She's about to collect the card from me when she pauses and I stiffen as well, feeling a strong arm wrap around my shoulder. I literally turn rigid when the familiar scent hits me. Nikolai!! What's he doing here? I can't see his face as he stands behind me, his height slightly towering above me. He's standing so close to me that I can feel his…is this bastard hard? In public?? “Don't worry, I'll pay for my boyfriend.” He utters in Russian and a look of disappointment overshadows the cashier's face as she collects the black card from him. I'm too stunned to speak and my whole body
Adrian Jealousy stirs from within me as I ask, “How do you know that he is cheating? Did he bring a lady home?” I’ll murder Nikolai if he ever does that. However, a part of me believes that he will not do such a thing. He’s not so petty, Is he?“He didn’t bring a lady, dummy. I’ll pluck out her eyes even before she steps into our house. You and Nikolai’s relationship is the only one I will approve of.” I frown.“Then how do you know that he is cheating on me if he did not bring another girl home??” “Because Nikolai has been buying a lot of flowers lately. I’ve been watching him and he always leaves the house with flowers. Roses to be exact. I think he's going on a date with her.” Oh my God. I really want to start laughing at that very moment, but I don’t. That? I’m the one that he brings the flowers to.“He is not seeing another girl, Irina,’’ I state with a soft smile on my face.“How do you know that? Koyla has been doing this for over two weeks! Nonstop!!’’ She exclaims so loudly
Adrian I meant it when I asked Nikolai to ‘STAY AWAY FROM ME!!’ And up till now, I still can't fathom what part of ‘stay away from me’ that he does not understand. Does he want me to say it in Russian and not English? Because I don't fucking get it! It's been two weeks. Two whole weeks of seeing flowers on my deck every morning with a note attached to it, with, ‘I’m very sorry, pretty boy.’ written on it or, ‘I miss you so much, Let's talk?’ ‘I acted out of it. I accept it. Can you just talk to me?’‘My bed is cold without you. I miss your warm kisses.’‘I need you. Not being with you hurts.’‘Can we talk? You know I'm not going to stop right?’‘I miss you. Forgive me.’‘I’m sorry. Fuck! I'm losing my mind without you by my side.’‘I have good news that I would love to share with you. Should I come over for dinner?’ He never misses a day and now, I'm getting tired of it. I don't know what to do with the flowers and I can't even ask him to stop, because I have no idea when he drops
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
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
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 “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
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
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