Adrian I groan softly as my eyes flutter open. My mind is hazy and I'm finding it hard to get my bearings or recollect how I'm finding myself on a bed when I was walking on the road. No, I got abducted. My eyes snap open and all the sleep vanishes. I'm greeted by a familiarity and that's when I realize that I'm in my room. In Nikolai’s house. How did I fucking get here?? “Fuck!” I curse while sitting up on the bed as I look around the room. My suit jacket is gone and I'm wearing just my white shirt which has a few buttons undone and my trousers. I should have known. I said those faces were familiar. They were Nikolai's men after all. I'm going to leave this house. There is no way that I'm going to remain here after what happened. I'm leaving. I quickly get out of bed and I head straight right out of my room as I head to Nikolai’s. He's going to have to let me go from this place. Because there is no fucking way I'm going to stay under the same roof with him with the thought that he
Adrian Even if it was just hours with us being apart, I've missed him. A lot. Hearing that he was going to get married to another woman, made him feel so apart from me. All my resolve breaks as I hug him and I no longer want to ask him to let me quit work. I want to ask him to stay with me. “Don't do this, please. Change your mind. You don't have to be Pakhan. We will be very happy together. Just stop all these.” I plead as I hug him tight and never once does he hug me back. I know I'm being delusional asking him to give up his dream, but I don't care. I become selfish when it comes to Nikolai. “Adrian, I can't.” He bites out and another tear drops when he wrenches me away from the hug forcefully. His action takes me by surprise and I'm left stunned and at a loss of words. “You need to stop this. Just stop this shit already. Give up my Pakhan dreams for us? There was never an us Adrian. We were just-” He pauses and then he curses under his breath in Russia, before saying out loud
Adrian I have not stepped out of my room for days since I walked out on Nikolai. To everyone, my excuse has been that I'm on sick leave. Well, I'm sick, physically and emotionally. I'm dealing with a severe heartbreak that I don't think I will ever be able to recover from. I've been in the room for over four days, cuddling myself on my bed, under the duvet as I try to forget my problems. And that's one of the hardest things to do. I hear my door click, followed by footsteps, “Kuzma, I already told you that I'm not going to eat that food.” I mumble under my breath. I've barely eaten anything over the last few days and Kuzma has been trying to get me to eat. He thinks I'm really sick and even recommended I go to the hospital as I'm not getting better. “Except it's not Kuzma.” It's Irina. I can't see her yet as my head is buried under the duvet. I hear her walk to the bedside and she then drops something on the nearby drawer. I'm about to ask her to leave when she suddenly jumps on m
Nikolai I feel like I'm making a mistake and that everything is slipping through my hands. I had always thought that I had the ultimate control of things, but I don't. Not when it comes to Adrian. A week has passed since he punched me and walked out of my room. I deserved that punch, I was being an asshole. I've not come up with a plan to stop the wedding that's just a week away. And now I'm torn in making a decision that would affect my life forever. Adrian was in his room for four days with the excuse that he was sick, at first I sent Kuzma to bring him his meals but Kuzma reported that he barely ate anything. So I sent Irina and though she has been giving me the cold shoulder as she shakes her head in disappointment and she looks at me in reproach, she still went.And luckily the results have been positive, Adrian has been eating and has been coming out of his shell. He has finally stepped out of his room and Irina has been keeping him company and I'm very grateful for that. We'
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
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
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
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
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