14— Hey bitch

Adrian

It fucking hurts, the same spot where Mikhail punched me. Kuzma even confirmed that I had a back eye. Damn it! I'm sure I look terrible now.

They step out soon and he smirks at me saying I look good with a black eye.

I would have lost control and killed him, but Alexei dragged him away. Vladimir leaves and Nikolai comes out of the office moments after. He stares at me briefly before walking away. We go to the SUV and Kuzma drives home.

The moment we step into the house, the first person I see is Irina. She gingerly runs to meet me. It seems she's been expecting me.

"Adrian, thank God you're back!" She exclaims, then turns to wave at her brother and then Kuzma.

"Hi, Koyla, Kuzma."

"Koyla allowed me to go shopping today and I got a lot of amazing things. For myself and Minnie," She suddenly stops babbling and her eyes widen in surprise. "What happened to you?"

"Your eye," she mumbles and I inwardly bite my lips hard. Damn you to hell, Mikhail. Damn you.

"What happened?"

"He got into a little mess, irushka." Nikolai replies instead. "Adrian is coming with me. He'll meet you later." Then he turns to face Kuzma, "Ask a maid to bring a pack of ice to my room." He utters in a firm voice, gesturing for me to follow him.

Irina and Kuzma spare me with surprised glances, I shrug before following Nikolai.

Why ask me to his room? He could have easily asked his friend to stop whatever stunt he pulled out.

I follow him straight to his room and I gently close the door behind me.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" I ask with a straight face, why? Because I'm fucking angry!! I think he's angry as well because he's keeping the same straight face.

"Sit." He orders pointing at the sofa in his room and I scoff.

"I'm not going to fucking sit down, Nikolai. Whatever you have to say, say it now."

"You do forget that I'm your boss right?" He raises a brow at me and I scoff inwardly. That's none of my fucking business.

"Sit on the sofa, Pretty boy." He utters leaving no room for argument. Just after he says that a soft knock comes through. Nikolai walks there and I see the hand of a maid passing an ice pack to him. He closes the door after she leaves.

Holding me by my hand, he literally drags me to the sofa and makes me sit down, then he sits beside me.

"Look at me," He orders and I reluctantly look at him. After that, he presses the eye pack to my swollen eye.

"You know you could have prevented this right?" I couldn't help but ask with a sneer on my face. His hand was on my chin, the other one holding the ice pack.

"How?" He asks, his voice soft. Well, this is unlike Nikolai. He always looks for ways to annoy me, but today he's being annoyingly quiet and I don't like it at all. I strangely prefer the annoying loud Nikolai.

"He's your friend, all you have to do is ask him to stop hitting me. Jeez, I've got a fucking black eye!! I look so ugly." I groan in frustration. I glanced at the car mirror after we got down and seriously, I want to kill Mikhail. No, I'd bury him alive instead

"It's slightly swollen, but that will lessen soon. Keep pressing the ice to it, it will heal soon. And you still look good, pretty boy." He mutters softly. I hate that. Why's he so calm?

"How long will that take?"

"2 to 3 weeks. Depends. Yours don't look so serious." He mumbles removing the ice pack from my eye.

"How's your vision? And how much does it hurt?"

"My vision is okay. And it doesn't hurt much." I reply and he slowly nods, placing the ice pack back.

"I had no idea who knew how to play doctor." I taunt. Fuck, I'm bad at it. That's Nikolai's job to do.

"I don't. I just know how to go about injuries like this." He deadpans and for the first time, something flashes through his eyes. An emotion, I can't fathom what kind as it's replaced with his same old emotionless expression.

I know he was abused. He still has scars on his back, so I ask, "Does it have anything to do with the scars on your back?"

He nods and then utters, "When I was twenty, I had a very close relationship with black eyes. So trust me when I say I'm a pro at this." A slight chuckle escapes his lips for the first time and I'm suddenly reminded of how fucking good-looking he looks.

"What happened, Nikolai?" Why am I even asking? It's none of my business, right? I don't care, I'm not supposed to. But this morning, till now, he's not being himself. Something happened.

"Was anything supposed to happen?" He drawls out, removing the ice pack from my eyes which he sets on the table.

I am about to say something when he suddenly tucks a strand of my hair away.

"You still look good, pretty boy." The corner of his lips curve up and I feel an electrifying jolt with each of his touches on my skin.

"It will heal soon and next time be ready for Mikhail, he'll do it again." He states and just when he's about to remove his hand, I hold him back, placing my hands on his.

I stare deep into his mesmerizing green eyes and then to his lips, only a portion of his hair is packed, leaving a few strands in the front and is it bad that I want to kiss him?

I really want to do that. I want to kiss a man, not just any man, but the man sitting in front of me. Nikolai.

I nervously lick my lower lips and I find myself leaning in and I kiss him.

I fucking kissed him..I did. Not because he forced me to or that he talked me into it, it's because I wanted to. My body wanted it.

I move my lips and he parts his, welcoming me in. While I place my hand on the side of his face, he wraps his hands around my neck as we kiss.

The kiss is slow and sensual and our lips move in the same sync.

As our lips move in perfect harmony, the world around us melts away. The gentle pressure of his lips sends shivers down my spine. I feel his warm breath dancing across my skin, and my heart beats in sync with his. Fuck! I feel so hot and my dick is fucking hard.

His tongue grazes mine, and I'm enveloped in a wave of desire. The kiss deepens, our mouths exploring each other's. Every nerve in my body comes alive, responding to his touch.

I slowly wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer. His hands cradle my face, thumbs tracing the contours of my cheeks.

Time stands still as we savor the moment. The kiss is a slow-burning fire, igniting passion and emotion. And fuck! I can't pinpoint what it is, but it feels so right and good.

His lips brush against mine, and I taste the sweetness of his mouth. He tastes so fucking good, so fucking masculine and I don't want to stop kissing him

We finally break off from the kiss and as our heavy breathings fill the room, he mutters in a dry and husky voice. "I'm fucking hard now, Adrian. A fucking kiss won't be enough and I'm not fucking holding back. Not when you started this."

"Don't." I breathe out roughly, slamming my lips on his again, and this time, I kiss him rough and hard. I groan, lifting myself up to his hips, in a way that I'm straddling him.

My hands wrap around his neck as I kiss him hard and hungrily. We kiss each other like starved beasts.

Our mouths clash, tongues tangling in a frantic dance. His hands grasp my hips, pulling me closer. I feel his urgency, his need, as our bodies press together. The kiss deepens, our breaths mingling in a desperate rhythm.

His fingers dig into my skin, and I reciprocate, my nails scraping against his neck. The world spins around us, colors blurring as our passion ignites. We devour each other, our hunger insatiable.

Suddenly, he breaks away, gasping for air. His eyes burn with desire, and I see my own longing reflected back. "You taste so fucking delicious, Adrian." he growls, his voice low and husky.

Him too. He tastes so good. I can't say that back to him as my chest heaves breathlessly.

Leaning, I kiss him again, this time I graze his lower lip, dragging it with my teeth before pulling back.

His hands settle on my waist, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. He moves his hand to unzip my trousers, his fingers brushing against my skin. As the zipper descends, he slips his hand inside, his fingers wrapping around me. Fuck! I just got harder.

I feel a jolt of electricity as he touches me, his gentle grasp sending waves of pleasure through my body. His green eyes lock onto mine, filled with desire and hunger.

With a gentle tug, he frees me from my trousers, and I spring into his hand. "Hmm, Nice size." He says meaningfully with a smirk playing on his lips.

"You're huge for the kind of face you have." He deadpans and I frown.

"Fuck you, Nikolai. Of course, I have a huge dick." I bite out and he chuckles.

"I can see that," With a slight shrug of his shoulders, he begins to stroke me.

"Look at me, Adrian." He orders, his green eyes staring deep into mine as he strokes my dick.

"Unzip my trousers and bring out my cock." He instructs. I nervously lick my lower lips, obliging. I unzip his trousers, bringing out his hard dick.

"Touch me, Solnyshko." His voice is low, dry, and husky. I nod and I begin to stroke his dick, just the same way he does mine.

He removes his hand from my dick, and he spits on it. He looks so hot as he does that, with his eyes still on me and I can feel my dick throbbing.

His hand goes back to my dick which he begins to glide. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

It feels so good with the way he touches me and the way he caresses my tip with his thumb.

I almost get so lost in my own pleasure that I forget that I'm supposed to pleasure him as well. I spit on my hand, mirroring his actions and I begin to stroke him gently.

His eyes never leave mine. He stares intently at me, soft groans escaping his lips from time to time. I moan softly, slowly bucking my hips. Fuck! He needs to go faster. I'm losing it. I want to cum, maybe in his face like he did to me.

"Who knew you'd be so needy for cock?" Nikolai smiles, we're so close that his hot breath hits my face.

"You look so sexy when you moan, Adrian. You look hot when you move those hips." He says increasing the pace that he's using in stroking me.

I feel my face flush as his words make my heart skip a beat. His strokes grow more insistent, and I can't help but moan again, my hips moving in time with his touch.

I find it so hard to mirror his movements, how can I when I'm getting a mind-blowing handjob? Our strokes synchronize as we explore each other. His eyes lock onto mine, filled with desire.

"Harder," he breathes, his voice trembling.

I oblige, my touch growing firmer. He gasps, his hips jerking forward.

"Like that?" I ask, my voice husky as a sly smile plays on my lips.

"Yes," he growls, his hand moving in perfect counterpoint to mine. Our bodies move in flow, our strokes building a rhythm that leaves us both panting hard.

Suddenly, he pulls me closer, our lips crashing together. The kiss is fierce, our tongues tangling as we continue to stroke each other. Soon, I feel my whole body jerk and my cum shoots up, some falling on his suit jacket, his pants, and my shirt. It doesn't take long for him to cum as he spills his hot cum, creating a mess.

*****

Nikolai

You can say that I was in a very terrible mood throughout the whole day. Zorya ruined everything, but after spending time with Adrian, Fuck everything feels so ecstatic. Like damn it! Fuck! He kissed me willingly and didn't mind us stroking each other to get ourselves off. You can say I had the best time of my life.

Adrian just left about thirty minutes ago after cleaning himself up. And I feel the need to go to his room, drag him back to mine and fuck him. Or better still, I'll fuck him in his room. Just that his room is not soundproof, if I fuck him there, everyone will definitely hear him moaning out because I'm not going to hold back while I fuck his tight ass.

I inhale sharply, reaching out for my cigarette, which I push into my mouth as I light it up. Just after I drag out a smoke, my phone rings. My brows furrow as I take a look at the caller. Nikol? I haven't heard from her for like forever.

You know that scenario where you live with an abusive father who thinks he can plan your life however he wants? Nikol is the daughter of his friend and I'm six years older than her. The moment she was born, she was betrothed to me. Funny right? I scoffed the first day the news was broken to me, I got a black eye in return.

But how stupid was my father and her father? Her father coined her name from mine. Nikol from Nikolai.

From the start, I pointed out to my father that I was not interested in her and she didn't seem to be interested as well. She wanted a free life where she could fuck whenever she wanted and whoever she wanted. So we both called it quits and became friends. We've fucked once and she wasn't even a virgin. Pathetic! Seeing her father wanted to hand her to me as a virgin.

"Nikol." I utter, on picking the call up as I blow out smoke into the air.

"Koyla! Thank God you picked up early today." I can hear her smirk in relief. The corner of my lips curves up as I leisurely rest on the couch.

I don't answer her calls, she's only lucky I was less busy. I would never have picked up. She calls me to say nonsense. She wants us to fuck again and I've bluntly refused her, I don't fuck the same pussy twice, especially not the pussy that almost all the men in the Bratva has fucked. She's a good fuck, I'll give her that. But no, we're not hooking up again.

I think that's what she has to say, to meet up. "You better start talking now, because I was in the middle of something." I was in the middle of thinking about Adrian and how good it felt stroking him.

"You've still not changed, Koyla."

"Same name, same handsome face, and same awesome personality, just got richer." Nothing's changed, except for the fact that my dick seems to only get hard around one man.

"Whatever, well, I really need a favor from you Koyla."

"We're not having sex." I draw out in a bored tone. Seriously, she needs to give up, I'm not fucking her.

"And I'm not calling because of that." She pauses, then utters softly. "But I'm still up for it if you want to."

"I'm hanging up."

"Wait, Wait, wait. Please, don't. I actually need a favor from you." She begins.

"Go on."

"I'm returning back to Russia, Koyla and I really need a place to stay." She utters softly. So? What does that have to do with me? She had not been in Russia for over six months now.

"Your father has a house." I say instead.

"You know Papa went through so much crisis before he died. My family is in debt and my brothers sold the house. I don't have enough cash right now and I have to return home. I'll stay over at your place for only a few days before I run around and plan something out."

"You have brothers. They can arrange a place for you to say." I say in a point-out tone.

"This. My brothers are busy fighting over the little inheritance that remained after paying off Papa's debt. They don't give a shit about me Koyla." She utters in Russia as I exhale sharply.

Her father died five months after mine passed. He went to join his friend. Good for them. Birds of the same feather do flock together.

"Please, Koyla. I'll only crash at your place for a few days. Pozhaluysta. Please? Pozhaluysta." She begs. I slowly shake my head, running my hands through my hair.

"Sure, you can stay. For a few days." I inform and I hear her loud scream from over the phone.

"Thanks so much, Koyla. I seriously regret not marrying you." Thank God you didn't. I want to say to her, but I refrain myself from saying so.

"That's all. See you." I'm about to end the call when she speaks.

"One more thing, can you come pick me up from the airport?"

"No." I bluntly refuse. She knows my house, she will find her way herself. What am I? Her driver?

"Please Koyla. I'm seriously broke. Once I get to the airport. There'll be nothing left on me."

"Send your account. I'll send you some money, Nikol." I state, feeling the need to end the call. I already agreed, why drag it on?

"It's best if you come to pick me up. Pozhaluysta? Please."

"I'll send Ilya and Kuzma over. Send me your details and the time of arrival. They'll be waiting." If I don't tell her that, she'll keep on begging and if she keeps on begging, I'll end the call. And if I end the call, she'll keep on calling and disturbing me.

"Thank you so much, Koyla. You're a lifesaver." She breathes out in appreciation. She already knows I'll not come. So it's best she accepts the one I can manage to offer.

"Take care of yourself." I mutter, ending the call afterward. I sigh, slumping back into the cough, drawing out smoke from my half-smoked cigar.

*****

Adrian

"You need to see the amazing things I got from the mall." Irina grins as I walk her out of the garden. In my hand, is her cat. Not only have I become friends with Irina, but her cat Minnie seems to like me a lot.

"That's nice. I'm glad you got to go shopping." I say with a genuine smile on my face.

"Me too and I'm so happy I had the chance to get you something, Adrian. I've really wanted to get you a gift again. It's with me, guess what I got you." She grins happily and my brows furrow. She's holding a bag and I have no idea what is in it. She's been giving me gifts, and they're usually from the things she has here at home.

"I'm very bad at guessing, Irina." I point out with a chuckle. She shrugs her shoulders and then passes the gift bag to me as she collects Minnie from me.

With narrowed brows, I bring out the gift box. As I open the gift box, my eyes widen at the sight of a necklace.

"A necklace?" I mutter in confusion and she bobs her head gingerly.

"Yes, Adrian. I got a matching necklace for us. Look at mine." She shows me the one she's wearing. It's a heart necklace, hers is a half heart and mine is the other half. Seriously?

"Thanks, it's beautiful," I say, trying to sound grateful. I really am grateful, but inside, I'm uneasy. This is the third gift this month, each one more personal than the last. I sense a subtle hint of affection, and it makes me squirm.

"Irina, you shouldn't have." I add, attempting to downplay the gesture. I don't want a situation whereby she'll confess that she likes me, hell no!! Her body language already says so and I seriously don't want to think too much about it. I take it as she's ecstatic to make friends, that's why.

She beams, her cheeks flushing. "I wanted to. You deserve it."

Her gaze lingers, and I recognize that look. I've seen it before – the spark of attraction, the flutter of eyelashes. My instincts scream a warning. I don't want to encourage her feelings. I really hope it's not that.

"We're friends right?"

"Yes, yes." I reply absentmindedly, shoving the necklace into my pocket.

"You'll have to wear it, Adrian. I always wear mine, so do the same." She insists and I nod, flashing a smile at her.

"Okay, I will." I flash another smile at her and she smiles back.

"Come on, let's go in. It's getting too cold." I inform and she nods, the cold must be hitting her hard already.

We walk to the house and they're lots of guards around. It will be so hard to get past them while planning an attack. That's why I'll have to get Nikolai away from here when I want to kill him, and about that...fuck. It seems like a lot of things have been distracting me from the real reason I came. I have to stay focused. Kill Zorya and her family. That's what I came to do.

Just when we're about to get to the main house, Irina pauses and then curses in Russian.

"That daughter of a bitch, what's she doing with my brother??" I lift my head to see Nikolai walking with a lady. She is strawberry blonde and clinging unto him like a tattoo. She's wearing a short dress, very short and the fact her cleavages are open does not sit well with me at all. I can literally see the top of her breasts from where I stand!! Then what about Nikolai who's standing so close to her? I don't want to imagine how much he's seeing.

"Who's she?" I can't help but ask.

"Nikol." Irina replies and the look in her eyes says it all. She does not like her and I don't like her either! Why's she standing so close to Nikolai with her hand wrapped around him? Fuck, I hate that and I'm not supposed to fucking care.

Why do I care? I feel the need to walk up to them and push her away from Nikolai.

"Nikol?"

"Yes. I really don't like her. She was supposed to marry my brother but I don't want her for him. She acts too full of herself and flirts with every man." Irina scoffs and my eyes land on Nikol again. She's screaming 'Fuck me!'. She's saying something to Nikolai but he doesn't look interested one bit.

"Marry?"

"Supposed to. Nikolai would never marry a bitch like her. He called off the wedding, but she won't stop hovering around my brother. There was a time I saw her walking out of Koyla's study room and when I confronted her, she said she had a good time–" Irina pauses and from the way her cheeks turn red, I know what she's about to say.

He's fucking her.

"You know what I mean." She mutters under her breath and I nod, feeling anger course through my veins.

I don't like this Nikol. I don't like the way she's holding Nikolai and I don't like the fact that he's quiet about it. He should fucking say something and push her away. Why do I hate all these? It's none of my business.

I want to look away but I just can't. I feel an intense emotion inside me, jealousy?.....no, no, I can't be jealous.

I shake my head as I say, "Let's go inside." I just can't keep watching. I will only get more pissed and why am I seriously pissed. I don't like Nikolai, neither do we have anything going on.

"No, she has to stop touching my brother!" Irina states as she angrily drops her cat on the ground. Minnie meows and she runs towards the house.

"Hey bitch!!" Irina yells as she begins to walk towards them, fast. Fuck! At this moment I want to applaud Irina. I feel so fucking proud, but at the same time, there's a turmoil going on within me. I shouldn't be reacting like this or getting distracted all the same.