Chapter 6

• 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 as I step aside.
• “I've been traveling all night. I need to rest. Excuse me.” He utters in a clipped-off tone, there's this bored look on his face that screams that he's tired of whatever Irina is displaying, but there's also this affectionate look on his face that he's trying so hard to hide.
• “Is that all you've got to say? Huh?”
• “You're my brother and you promised to stand by me after Dad's burial, but what did you do? You left!! You didn't even pick up my calls.” She states, fuming in anger.
• I know Nikolai's father died over six months ago, don't tell me he has not come home since then.
• “I hate you. Nikolai. I hope you die too.” She grits her teeth and Nikolai listens to her with no expression on his face, before a smile finally creeps up his lips.
• “Too bad, I won't be dying anytime soon.”
• “I hate you. Nikolai!” She fires at him.
• “I'm busy, Irina. I have no time to play.” He states, brushing past her as he motions at me to follow him.
• “I'm still talking to you, Nikolai!!” She yells after him. But Nikolai ignores her as he walks to God nowhere.
• “Avoid Irina, if necessary.” He orders, stopping in front of a door.
• “I doubt if you both will meet, avoid her if the need arises.” He opens the door, walks in and I follow behind.
• It's his study room. I want to ask him why he's so cold to his sister but I refrain from asking. Reminding myself that it's none of my business.
• “Kuzma should be here soon.” He packs his hair up, sitting on the chair behind his table.
• I nod once, standing in front of his table.
• If one thing, the fucker doesn't only have an attractive face, he has the perfect jawline.
• “Kuzma will fill you in on whatever you need to know. You're starting work tomorrow.” He informs me, a man like Nikolai moves around a lot, that's why he needs me to protect him. As a member of the Bratva, he sure has a lot of enemies who want him dead.
• “And who's Kuzma?” I inquire and he looks up at me.
• “You'll know when you meet him.” He replies with a smirk on his face. Fucker. I should punch that smirk off his face.
• “Wait outside my door. He'll meet you soon.” He instructs.
• “Okay, boss,” I mumble, hating myself for calling him that. But he's my boss and I'll have to give him that respect.
• I turn to leave, closing the door gently behind me as I stand patiently waiting for the so-called Kuzma.
• 30 minutes, an hour, an hour thirty minutes. Kuzma is still not here!!!
• Fuck!! My legs fucking hurt. I did not move an inch and have been standing. Nikolai didn't even call to ask if his kuzma had come.
• “Bastard.” I curse under my breath in Russia. If I know my way around, I will walk away. But I'm new here.
• It takes another ten minutes, before I finally see a black-haired man walking towards me. He's not alone, he's with two women. Two brunettes.
• “Adrian?” He says the moment he stops in front of me and I nod.
• “Follow me.” He orders then turns to the women.
• “Go in, the boss is waiting.” My mouth forms an Oh' in the realization of the use of the women. Of course, they're his sluts.
• Kuzma begins to walk away and I follow behind him.
• “I'm so sorry man for taking too much time.” He apologizes, turning to face me.
• “I'm Kuzma.” He introduces himself, extending his hand for a handshake.
• “Adrian.” I say, though it does not matter. Since he already knows my name.
• “It's quite a surprise that the boss added you to his high-ranking guards. They're only three of us.” He explains, leading me to a hallway.
• “Three?” My brows furrow and he nods.
• “Me, Ilya, and you.”
• “Who's Ilya?”
• “He's the boss's right-hand man and the closest to him. Ilya and I follow him around. Surprisingly, he added you. Seeing you're new.” He deadpans and I know exactly what he's driving at.
• I'm new and can't be trusted.
• “You'll stay here.” He stops in front of a room. “ Ilya stays in the next room and I stay in the next. The other guards live in the guard quarters outside the mansion.” Oh, I get it. He keeps his right-hand men around.
• “You're here to protect the boss if anything happens, even if it means protecting him with your life.” He deadpans and I scowl inwardly. I can as well kill him.
• “Make sure to stay away from his family. His mother Zorya, brother Pavel, and sister Irina. Stay away from them.” By the way he drags out his words, I can tell those people are bad news.
• I already met the sister and I don't plan on going near her again.
• “Okay,” I reply curtly.
• “That will be all for now man. I'll show you around tomorrow, so you'll know the map of this place. Go in, you look exhausted.” Yeah, Fuck I am. I killed my girlfriend and found out she was cheating on me. A lot has been going on. I need time to think and process things.
• “Thank you.” I mumble and Kuzma smiles at me, patting me on the back, before walking away.
• I walk into the room and look around. It's big, with a comfy bed in the middle. There's nothing much in the room, just comfortable enough for a person to stay in.
• I smile, sitting on the bed. I did it. I got in.