Adrian I push out from the curb, the cold night air, hitting my skin. My bike engine revs as I drive through the darkness. The street is empty and there is no soul around. The world is quiet and it feels like I'm the only one awake. I'm not. A lot of things are going on even in the darkness. Dark things. I pull into a street and I soon arrive in front of a house. An old detached house that looks abandoned. I climb off my bike, pull off my helmet, and go straight into the house. “Where is Igor?” I ask, stopping in front of a huge man. I've met him only a few times before and he never hides the distaste he has towards me. “Inside. You're late.” He says in a rough Russian accent and I scoff. I was asleep when I got a call asking me to come to the house. It was fucking 1 am when I got a call from Igor, asking me to come over immediately. I ignore him and instead walk inside the house. The outside may look abandoned and old, but the inside isn't. In fact, everything is
Adrian.My heart pounds against my chest as I peek out of my hiding spot. With my gun in hand, I was ready to fire once I spot my target. Sweat drips from my brows as I listen to all the noises coming from the hall and I worry. Igor had told me to get in and out as fast as possible, but the target hadn't shown up. He'd told me getting in would be the hardest part and I did just that. The target is what was keeping me longer than I am meant to be here."Where are you, you fucker?" I say as I look through the little opening in my hideout. That's when I notice the guards seem to have doubled and I panic. Okay, okay, breathe in, I tell myself. It is just an extra set of pinheads, nothing I can't take care of, I say to myself. I am Adrian, AKA one-shot sniper, I never miss. This was nothing.But something in the back of my mind is telling me there is something off. I can't put my finger on it, but I hope everything falls in line. It would be a pain if it didn't."Viktor… Alexei…Mikhail,
Adrian “He really underestimated me.” He smacks his lips, shaking his head meaningfully.“I like you, Adrian.” He says again and I find myself glaring at him.“That's why I'm going to offer you a deal,” He continues and I just stare at him.What deal?“You have two options. It's either you get killed or you kill.” “What do you want Nikolai?” I grunt, feeling pain course through my body.“If you want to kill me, just do it already!!” I yell, struggling with the chair and it makes annoying sounds that make my ears itch.“Why kill such a pretty boy like you, when I can make good use of you?” He asks no one in particular, then he smiles and continues.“The deal is simple, work for me. Not only will it earn you your freedom, you'll get paid more than what that fucker pays you.”“And why should I work for you?”“I've run my check on you, you have potential and I like that. So what do you say? Huh?” He stares directly into my eyes and I look away. Not that I find him intimidating but I fel
Adrian “Get the job done real quick. We’ll be leaving in one hour.” Niko-fucking-lia voice rings in my ear as I drive my bike to Igor’s place. Am I going to kill him? Yes. It's either I die or he dies. I can't give up my life for him, there's so much more I'm yet to achieve. I grunt angrily, maneuvering my bike to his place. I can't even think of running away after killing him. Fucking Nikolai placed a tracker on me. I don't know where. He made me unconscious, opened a part of my body, and planted a tracker there. I've tried looking for the spot, but I can't find it. I don't feel any pain either. Another grunt escapes my lips as I swerve my bike to a dark alley. I would make it quick and pay a quick visit to Larisa, my girlfriend. I know she'll be so worried about me. I can't even find my phone. I pull up my bike in front of Igor’s house and step down. I catch sight of the guard. Annoying bastard. “Where's Igor?” I ask, standing in front of him. I look unharmed, but I have a
Adrian Everything feels blank. I loved Larisa so much. I killed for her. I did everything for her and what did I get in return?Parking in front of the building Nikolai asked me to meet, I climb down from my bike.He's outside the building, with three SUVs parked. He's ready to leave.I watch him talking to one of his men. His hair is not packed this time and just flies in the wind as he speaks. Bastard. Do I hate him? Yes. A lot. He gets on my nerves.He turns his head over to my direction and when his eyes land on me, he smiles.“You made a mess.” He comments, motioning for me to walk towards him.“I asked you to kill Igor, just him.” He must have seen the bodies.“Who I kill is none of your fucking business.” I grit my teeth and the smile on his face widens as he speaks.“You'll need to learn your manners, Adrian, you don't speak to me in that tone.” The smile on his face falls. “I'm your boss.” He adds before turning back to the man he was speaking to earlier.“We're leaving.” H
Adrian “Step back miss,” I utter softly to the raging lady in front of me with my most respectful voice, but the look in her eyes only hardens.“Who the fuck is this bastard!” She yells in Russian and I slowly shake my head. Why is Nikolai still quiet? He should deal with his sister.“Please step back, miss.” I utter politely, but she only glares harder at me before looking at her brother.“Tell this bastard to get his hands off me Nikolai, or I'll kill him before killing you!” She snaps again in Russian and finally, Nikolai reacts.“Are you done, Irina?” Irina. That's her name.“No, I'm not. Where the hell were you?” She screams at him, finally releasing the knife. I sigh in relief, bending down to pick up the knife.“You just disappeared after father's funeral and you think you can appear again. Get out Nikolai, you're not needed anymore!” She screams, her face red as she practically jumps in his face though he's way taller than her.“Irina,” Nikolai begins, taking in a deep breath
Adrian I have no idea how I fell asleep, but I did it. I wake up the next morning, with someone pounding on my door loudly. And who the fuck is that bastard? I think to myself, a groan escaping my lips as I slowly get out of bed.I'm still wearing my clothes from yesterday and seriously, I need a change of clothes.“Who's it?” I ask groggily, opening the door to reveal the face of a man.Huge, tall. Jet black hair with black eyes. He has that terrifying look that scares people. Too bad, he doesn't scare me.“Who?” “Follow me.” He utters instead and immediately turns to leave.What the hell? Just that?My brows furrow and I reluctantly begin to follow behind him.“If you want to work here. You have to be punctual. No one sleeps till eight.” He points out, walking towards the direction of Nikolai's study.“Where did the boss pick you from?” He pauses, turning to face me.“Why don't you ask him that yourself?” I challenge, I hate his humor. Who does he even think he is? “Look Adrian,”
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
Nikolai Damn! I'm a pro. The best there is. The sweet aroma of my cooking fills the whole room and Adrian keeps staring at me in awe. He really did not expect this. I have tried bringing up a conversation with him as I cook but he does not reply to me and does well to ignore me. I don't probe further. I should be glad that he allowed me into his house and kitchen. At least he didn't throw me out. “Here we are.” I smile as I place a tray of Rye bread and borscht in front of him, alongside a glass of lemon water. After setting down his, I go for my plate as well, before sitting on the chair opposite him. “I didn't ask you to sit.” He snaps in a low voice, picking up his spoon. “I know you want me to stay. You finally have someone eating with you. I know it's so lonely eating alone.” I point out and a sullen look comes up on his face which is immediately replaced with a nonchalant look. “I used to eat alone in your house. So shut up and eat or I will throw you out of my house.” He
Nikolai There is no way I will stay away from Adrian. Never! I will never stay away. We are bound together for life, there is no staying away. I've been sending flowers with an apology note nonstop for two weeks, hoping he would change his mind. It's obvious that he hasn't changed his mind, so I'm going for plan B. Beg him physically, and hang around him till he forgives me. Giving him space did not work. Maybe not giving him space will work. And I think someone is spying on him. I'm not the one.I was driving past the grocery store by pure accident and that was when I saw his bike parked. I came in and saw him standing by the counter to meet him.I slid into my car and I drove behind Adrian’s bike that was speeding away. He can try his best to avoid me, but the fact remains that he is mine and I'm his. We're going to get back together, I will make sure of it. We soon arrive at his place and while he drives to his deckhouse, I pack my car at a corner, seeing that I have to walk the
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