Nikolai Zorya crossed the line this time. First of all, she has no right to make decisions in our lives whatsoever. She can’t even try that shit with me. Trying to Trample over Irina all because she’s a girl? Because she can’t speak up for herself so she’s trying to marry her off to a man that’s way older than her. Who does that? “Nikolai! Let Mom go. How dare you?” Pavel grunts as he tries to charge at me, but Adrian holds him down. He’s so lucky that he’s been held down by Adrian. If he comes near me, I’ll kill him and bury his mother alive with him. “You really crossed the line, Zorya. Who are you to tell Irina to get married?” I ask, feeling the urge to hit her again. I’m not satisfied. Fuck no! I want to hit her more and cause her more pain. So much pain. I want to see her suffer and pay for all that she has been doing. “She’s my daughter! I can do whatever I want with her!” She bites out and I notice the red trail dropping down from the side of her mouth, u made sure to
Nikolai After taking Irina to her room, I ask Olga to bathe her and dress her up in new clothes. After that, Olga leaves to go make her something to eat.“How are you feeling now?” I ask, sitting at the edge of the bed, tucking a dangling strand of her hair away. She still looks shaken, but has calmed down a bit. She’s no longer crying and hardly talks. All she does is nod or shake her head.“Better?” I inquire and she nods her head.“It’s fine. I’m here for you, irushka. You don’t have to be scared of anything. You’re not going to marry Ivan and Zorya will not lay her hands on you again.” I assure her and she nods as a tear drops from her eye.“Why does mom hate us so much?” She asks, a sob breaking out from her throat. I have no idea as well. This was the question I kept asking myself when I was very much younger, but now, I have decided not to care about it. I don’t need someone to love me, loving myself is enough.“I don’t know, Irushka.” I sigh, giving her my most honest reply.
Adrian I heard their conversation, all of it. I never meant to listen but I was coming to ask how Irina was doing as her friend when I overheard Her asking her brother why their mother hated them so much. He definitely did not have an answer for that.I’m curious as well. I'm pretty sure Nikolai and Irina are not adopted, but why does she hate them so much? Is it normal for a mother to hate their kids? Hell no!! What if Zorya is not their real mother?My head runs with different speculations as I stand in front of them. I meant it when I said I was going to protect Nikolai. I work for him, so it's my duty to protect him, and a part of me wants to do that as well. I want to protect both siblings. Irina is still too innocent to suffer like this and if I think deeply about it, she nor her brother had anything to do with the death of my mother. It seems they are also Zorya's victims. She killed my mother and has been torturing her children. I've seen the scar at the back of Nikolai's ne
Nikolai I don't need anyone to tell me that my sister is crushing on Adrian. It's clearly obvious. And to think she went as far as asking him to feed her? Hell no!! Fucking hell no. I tuck her in bed and step out right after she falls asleep. While I walk to my room, I send a text to Adrian to meet me in my room. As I arrive in my room, I meet him sitting in the bed. He’s already here. I expected him to come like five minutes from now. “You already came?” I utter, stepping into the room as I make sure to lock in. Two people can barge in, Olga and Irina. She got scared earlier. There's a high chance that she will wake up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare. I can't risk her barging into my room to see me with Adrian. And if she indeed comes, she will knock and I know how to handle that.“I’ve been here for like 10 minutes. I was waiting for you. You should get some rest too.” Adrian mutters softly, standing up to his feet and I narrow my eyes at him.“Stop leading Irin
Adrian I've lost count of how long I've been sitting by this bedside watching Irina as she sleeps. I came into this room about two hours ago and it took a lot of time before I finally got to calm her down.She apparently had a nightmare about her mother trying to throw her off the railing again and I’ve longed convinced her that Zorya can't do shit. Nikolai had saved her and Zorya and Pavel are currently on house arrest. She's sleeping soundly and I've attempted to leave her room twice but she ended up waking up and then begged me to stay. I stayed. I let out a deep sigh as I watched her sleep. I’m tired right now and I’m currently planning to leave her room. My eyes fall on Minnie, who is sleeping as well. It seems I’m the only one awake in the whole house, along with the other guards around the compound. I slowly stand up from where I'm sitting as I fix my eyes on her for a while, making sure she doesn't wake up. She's fast asleep now and I can only hope that she has gone deep in
Adrian I moan in my sleep as I feel a pair of strong arms firmly wrapped around me. His masculine smell hits my nose and a smile forms on my lips. After I asked him to hug me last night, he just took me to bed and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I smile as I find myself moving closer to him. Dang it, Adrian! You’re already close enough.This is the first time I’m actually waking up to see Adrian sleeping beside me. He usually wakes up before me every morning when we spend the night as he gets out of bed to take care of a few things.I can hear his soft breathing but I can’t see his face, as my head is on his naked chest. I find myself running my fingertips over his inked skin. His chest heaves as he breathes softly and I can only take it that he’s asleep, but the next thing I hear is his voice.“You better stop that now, unless you want me to fuck you before getting out of bed.” I feel my whole body shake with anticipation. Hell! I want him to do that. The fuck?“You’re awake?”
Nikolai The way Adrian acts like a scared kitten is hilarious. And I seriously have no idea why Olga chose to come to my room at this time. I was about to have a good relaxing blow job and she just….ruined it.“Good morning, Olga.” I greet her in Russia, not bothering to hide the displeasure in my voice. Her coming to knock is not funny at all. And I know why she came. To invite me for breakfast. I know that she cares and worries about me and I am totally grateful and I love her for that. But getting a blowjob from Adrian is exactly what I need in the morning. Not some Russian soup. Hers are fucking delicious though.“Koyla!!” She calls on seeing me. I only open my door slightly and I stand by the entrance. If I don’t do that, she’s going to barge into my room and I don't want that.“Good morning Olga. You sure know how to ruin a good sleep.” I draw out and she eyes me, before playfully hitting my shoulders.“You don’t sleep this late, Koyla. I was worried and curious.” She points ou
Adrian The day goes by quickly. While Nikolai sends Ilya, Kuzma and some other guards on an errand, I stay back. Sometimes, I find it really Annoying that he leaves me out of it. Even if we are doing things behind closed doors, I'm still working under him. I should at least get something to do, Nikolai just doesn't want to hear of it.The moment the clock hits 2, I find myself getting ready to his art room which he asked me to come to. I wonder what's going to happen there. Just when I'm about to step out of the room, my phone in my pocket rings. It's Uncle Sergei.I let out a tired sigh, closing the door back. I go straight into the bathroom to receive the call, as I don't want to risk anyone hearing me.“Uncle Sergei,” My voice is low and composed as I receive the call.“You're slacking Adrian.” That's the first words he says. I inhale sharply as I run my hands through my hair. It's not as easy as it seems.“No, I'm not. I'm only being careful.” I tell him but he mumbles something
Nikolai After walking around for a while, my instincts tell me to check the garden and lo and behold, I find him sitting on a bench, and he looks like he is trying to catch his breath. "Adrian," I call in panic as I run towards his direction. He snaps his head up the moment he hears my voice as he stands to his feet and yells. "Stay back, don't come close!!"I pause in my tracks, quite taken aback by the toxicity in his voice as he takes a step away from me. "Adrian, listen to me, I can explain." I begin in a low and careful voice and each time I take a step towards him, he takes a step backwards."Explain what exactly? What is there to explain, Nikolai? Have you come to add more salt to the wound? I suggest you leave. Your fiance might be looking for you. So leave.” He fires at me and I can literally hear the pain in his voice. I'm really sorry. I really am. “Look Adrian, you're angry. Calm down, let's talk.” I hold my hand out for him but he scoffs, taking another step back. “Wh
NikolaiI knew all this was going to happen. I have been aware of Dmitri's plans to make me marry his daughter. The old man was dying soon and was not on good terms with his oldest son. Tatiana was his youngest daughter and he wanted the Bratva bloodline to remain in his family and that's by me marrying Tatiana. That was the deal we made. He will give me his vote to become the pakhan, only if I marry his daughter and I agreed.Why? Because it had been my dream of becoming a leader. I'm not someone who wants to be trampled upon and I've always yearned for power, to have the upper hand in the brotherhood, and I'm just a step closer to achieving that. Agreeing to marry Tatiana is just one of my plans. I don't love her and I know that she doesn't like me either. But she has no choice but to abide by her father's words.That's what women brought up in the Bratva are mostly used for. They are nothing but a tool used for peace alliances, and that's why arranged marriages are very common in o
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 “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'
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
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
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 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
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