Adrian's POV
"What the hell! Put me down, Adrian!" she screamed, struggling over my shoulder. I could swear my ears were bleeding at her ferocious screech. "What are you doing?"
"Taking you where you belong," I said, smacking the supple cheek of her butt.
A gasp left her at my action. Her struggle ceased.
And when I almost thought she would behave now, she started to fight again. I tightened my grip on her.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, you prick! Let me go!"
I pursed my lips, continuing approaching my car with long strides.
Stubborn woman!
Scream as much as you want, love. I'm not letting you go tonight. Tonight, you will be mine. Completely, forever.
When I didn't put her on her feet, she tried punching my back with her tiny fists. Instead of feeling any hurt, I found
"What the hell are you…" Turning me around, he pinned me against the cold wall, held my hands captive in his above my head and smashed his mouth on mine. His hard frame pressed against mine with his rock hard desire burning the skin of my abdomen. A gasp slipped through my lips, letting him use the chance to thrust his tongue in my mouth. Shivers of ecstasy ran through my veins like a hot lava the moment his tongue touched mine, fighting it, dominating me. Taking one of my legs, he wrapped it around his hip and pulled me flush against him, devouring my mouth like his life depended on it. It emanated a moan out of me. Clutching his broad shoulders, I kissed him back with everything I had, pushing my hips against his. I didn't even realize when my hips started to grind against his until he let out a growl. Cupping the back of my thigh, he pressed me closer to him if that was even possible
Nine years. It has been nine years and those memories still give me tremors. As if I could still feel the torture, the pain on my skin. My own screams still echoed in my head.Closing my eyes, I tightened my arms around him.As if sensing the tension in my body, he drew slow soothing circles on my back with his hand. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me, love. There's no hurry. You can take your time."I let out a sigh and shook my head. "No. You've shared your secrets with me. Now it's my turn.""You don't have to.""But I want to. You have every right to know.""Are you sure, love? You can tell me later if you want," he asked, his tone was careful.I was touched by his gesture. I knew he was eager to know the secret behind my scar, but still, he was giving me a chance to back out. But I couldn't back out now. I had to tell him.
Sliding the glass door of the balcony open, I stepped out in the chilly evening air. Goosebumps crept up my arms as a gentle breeze kissed my skin.He stood there. While his fists were curled around the railings, his void eyes were set on the horizon painted in crimson with the setting sun. But I knew, the beauty of the evening was the last thing on his mind at that moment.Wrapping my arms around his torso from behind, I kissed his shoulder blade. A heavy breath left him, before his stance relaxed in my hold."She is gone?"I nodded against his back. "You okay?"He took my hand in his and kissed my palm. "Now that you're here, I will be."Moving in front of him, I snuggled his chest. His arms were quick to take me in their warmth."You shouldn't be out here. It's cold," he said, nuzzling my hair.
Russel Checknov was dead. One person fell off the list of our enemies. I should be happy about it. But I wasn't. Not with the feeling of dread that swirled in the pit of my stomach out of my baseless instincts about an unknown forthcoming hazard. I didn't know what it was. But I just couldn't shake off the feeling. Someone's life was at stake who was close to Jenna. There were two backstabbers in our home and gang. One of them was Robert, and the other one was still in the dark, roaming around us with a mask on their faces. And not to forget that even if Checknov was dead, Monet and Marcus were still alive. There were so many problems to solve. One of them was exposing Robert. But how could I when Robert saved Dad's life in Louisiana during their attack on Russel Checknov? How would anyone else believe my words if I myself was now suspecting my suspicion on
My heart raced down my ribcage as I shook my head.No, no, no! This isn't possible! He can't join hands with Monet against us. Anyone, but not him. Not my own brother.But my denial didn't live up to the truth before me for long as I listened to their conversation."No one saw you coming here, right?" Robert asked, casting a swift glance at the gate.Alex shook his head. "No. I was careful, don't worry.""Good," said Robert. "Here is the envelope. Everything that you need is inside it. Though I'm feeling bad for those people who are gonna die soon."Die? That meant It was indeed the same manilla envelope Jenna stole?No matter how much I didn't want to believe that my own brother would betray us, his family, he just broke my trust further when a tiny smirk tugged up at the corner of his mouth. His dark eyes were void of any emotions
I knew the voice.Zion.With panic settling in my mind, I let out a shaky breath through my lips. My hands slipped from the window sill as I slowly turned around.And there he was. Standing there with his hands in his pockets, he watched me with a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. A smirk that mocked me.A recognition flickered in my head.Dark unruly hair, dark soulless eyes.The man I met at the pizza shop, the day before Dad gave me permission to join the office.My eyes widened. So that tattooed man was him? Zion Monet? James Monet's son. And he was following me closely."You…" A whisper left my lips."Tsk, tsk! Didn't your father teach you not to sneak into the enemy's home, princess? It could be dangerous, you know? You can get killed," he said, menace drippi
Hours passed, and I stayed in that room. Alone and tied. With no food and water. The exhaustion in my body urged me to rest my head against the top rail of the chair and allow myself to close my eyes. But the little bulb hanging above my head reminded me of what situation I was in.I was kidnapped and tied. My throat was sore from screaming my lungs out for them to release me, cursing them when no one responded.My own brother left me among my kidnappers, what would I expect from my enemies?My heart clenched as the face of the love of my life flashed across my mind. The man might be losing his sanity and looking for me everywhere.But how could he find me without knowing my location?Monet and his men were smart. They wouldn't take me somewhere where my people could easily find me. They knew how the mafia worked, they were in it for decades. So without knowing my location,
Keeping my eyes set on the person sitting inside the car with his face hidden in the shadows, I took a step back. A shaky breath left me.No! I couldn't let them get a hold on me. Not again.With my heart pounding down my chest, I took another step back. Ready to run in the opposite direction.But then the person slid out of the lavish car and stepped forward. The street light fell on him, revealing his face.A pair of urgent electric blue eyes met mine. The eyes I was so familiar with, the eyes I was so much in love with."Sofia…" His oh so familiar deep voice reached my ears.A sense of relief and happiness bloomed in my chest. Tears burned in my vision at the sight of him."Adrian!"Crying out, I sprinted towards him. And before I could reach him, he took two long desperate steps forward and hauled me
As soon as Martha walked out after showing me our room, I was pulled flush against a hard chest. With one of his fists clutching my hair, my face was inches away from his furious one. Even when he was livid, the arm that wrapped around my waist, gripping me tight, was protective. His hold on my hair was gentle."What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed. Electric blue eyes were dark and flaming."What am I doing?" I blinked, licking my lower lip. "I just needed rest."His gaze followed the action. With a groan reverberating throughout his chest, he cupped my chin. Giving my lower lip a firm brush, he thrust his thumb in my mouth.My heart raced down my ribcage as I sucked on his finger, with my hooded eyes set on his. The desire came back to life in my veins.Letting out a grunt, he pressed his mouth against mine. A breathless moan escaped me as I pressed my
"Sofia!" Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me back from Anastasia. "What's wrong, baby?" Turning to her, he growled out. "What did you do to her?"Flinching back, she clutched Dominic's hand. A fear along with concern laced across her face."I… I didn't do anything.""Adrian." Putting her behind him, Dominic warned him.Just as Adrian was about to snap back, I held on his shoulder."She didn't do anything. It's the baby. It kicked." Rubbing my tummy, I took a deep breath.It often kicked, but today it seemed like my junior Adrian was overly energized today.A sigh of relief left him. Kissing my temple, he cupped my cheek. "You alright? It doesn't hurt, right?"Nodding, I turned to Anastasia. "It seems like this little one already likes you. Otherwise it doesn't kick that hard. And I'm sorry abo
As soon as the car came to a halt, the driver was fast to get out and run to the door of Adrian's side.He pulled the door open. But his employer didn't make any effort to step out. He kept typing his phone at a furious pace, a permanent frown was set on his wide forehead.A sigh left me.Nodding at the awkward driver, signaling him to leave, I turned to my achingly beautiful and infuriating husband."We are here," I said.No answer.Not even a glance."The pilot is waiting for us."Ignored.I rolled my eyes.He has been in this foul mood since Sinister called and invited us to a very important family event in Russia. And Lilly's being there with her former yet new partner was the main reason behind the stick that stuck up my husband's ass. Lilly shifted to R
Glancing over my shoulder, he looked at the priest. "You can start now. And yes," his features hardened, "Make it quick!""Y-yes, of course, Mr. Larsen!" Came a timid reply behind me."Eager for the honeymoon?" Dimitri teased. Liam burst into laughter at that. While John had a small smile dancing on his lips, Dominic looked unbothered.All of them donned tuxedos, much similar to Adrian.As my soon to be husband sent a murderous glare at Liam, the ambience around us cackled with mirth.The priest came over and we exchanged the rings. And then everything seemed to pass like a blur until the priest asked the most awaited question."Do you, Adrian Timothy Larsen, son of Sinister Timothy Petrosyan, take Sofia Annabeth McCommer as your wife?""I do," he answered without any hesitation.My heart pounded down my c
My lips parted at the sight of him.The charcoal black tux he donned with a white shirt underneath hugged his broad and powerful upper body perfectly. Black pants, shiny black shoes and a blush pink pocket square, matching my gown, completed his look. With his dark strands combed back neatly, his jaw was clean shaved. My hands itched to touch them.Gosh!A breathless sigh left my lips. My eyes couldn't move away from the Greek god before me.He looked… sinfully gorgeous.My poor heart had difficulties to beat normally in his presence.And with that particular intoxicating cologne of his wafting to my nostrils, it just made the butterflies in my tummy crazy.I was so busy drooling at my man that I almost didn't notice how his eyes trailed down my body. Slowly and sensuously.A shiver ran
The dry leaves and wee trunks crumbled under my feet as my hesitant legs trudged through the eerie tacit cemetery. Only the chirping of the birds, hidden behind the heavy branches of the mighty trees that surrounded the cemetery, could be heard around the silent graveyard.Placing down the fresh Lilies before the newly wrought tombstone, my eyes roamed over the epitaph engraved on the stone.'Tim Jonathan Reeves1968-2020A doting father and a courageous man we will always remember with pride in our hearts.'"You shouldn't be here, you know? It's your wedding today," a whisper came from beside me.Blinking away the moisture in my eyes, I turned to her. Her gaze set on the gravestone before us."I came to seek blessings from the person who has treated me as his own daughter all his life." And to say thanks too. After all, because of him I
"Miss, you should get some rest now. You're sitting here for hours. And your injuries should also be taken care of. Otherwise you can get an infection," said the young nurse as she gave Adrian another visit to check on him.It was the fourth time she asked me to get myself treated. But nobody, even my family, couldn't move me from here. From beside the man who reigned over my heart.The man who hasn't opened those electric blue eyes yet. And since I got my consciousness back, without wasting any second, I rushed to his side. They moved him to another room after his operation.My heart clenched as my gaze roamed over his paler than usual features, ruffled hair and limp body. Just his broad chest rose and fell along with his breathing. That was the only thing that told me he was still with me.With my throat tightening, my eyes burned with tears, I gulped. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm
A scream tore out of my mouth while the love of my life was on the ground, clutching his chest. Even when his features were tensed, his determined hard eyes never left mine. Pushing at Monet's shoulder with as much force as I could gather, I somehow managed to break free from his grip and got off the chopper. But his fingers were soon to wrap around my wrist. A fury flashed through Adrian's blue eyes. Getting a hold on his gun, he tried to get up on his feet again. The veins of his neck stood out as he did so. Glancing back to Adrian, Monet raised his gun for the second time. Ready to shoot again. My heart lurched in my chest, eyes widened in horror. "No! Don't!" But my desperate shout went ignored as his finger curled around the trigger. "No!" As he was about to pull the trigger, a hand wr
Sofia's POV"They are here to take us out of here!"My heart stopped. For a moment, I was frozen. And then a tear slipped down my eye. A surge of happiness burst across my chest.They were here? He was here?For me…But then the fear for their life soon crashed on me, making the smile slip from my face.What if something happens to any of them? Monet wasn't weak or foolish. He wouldn't go down without a fight.Hurrying towards me, she started to untie my hands and legs. A wince left my lips as I moved my hands after hours. Not to forget the cuts were still fresh. Though the painkillers did reduce the pain somewhat to a bearable point."Don't worry, sweetheart! We will get out of here soon. That loathful man wouldn't be able to touch you again," she said. With shaky hands, once sh