Nikolai’s POVI threw my coat on, the familiar weight settling around my shoulders like armor. The room was quiet, too quiet, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall. I had a long day ahead, and all I wanted was a drink and a moment to myself. But I barely made it three steps toward the door before Gregory’s voice stopped me.“Sir,” he said, hovering by the hallway like a shadow that didn’t know where it belonged.I turned slowly. He looked… off. His usual air of confident servitude was replaced with something else-hesitation. His fingers twitched at his side. His mouth opened and closed twice before he finally managed the words.“There’s a detective in the house.”I blinked. “What detective?”Gregory swallowed. “The same one. From before. The woman investigating the death of the kidnappers.”A muscle twitched in my jaw. “Didn’t I tell you to fix this?”“I thought I had,” he said quickly. “I mentioned it to the commissioner. Everything went quiet for a while. But… she’s back. Sh
Adrian’s POV“Sorry for disturbing.”That’s all I managed to say.It sounded weak, pathetic even, but I couldn’t stomach standing there any longer. Not with the doctor still in the room, looking like he was just waiting for Nikolai to come back and finish what they started.Not with that man’s hands still clinging to a piece of something that I....God, I didn’t even know what I wanted from Nikolai.I glanced at him, forcing a half-smile I didn’t mean.“Don’t mind me. I heard some noises and came to check. You can get on with your business.”The words burned in my mouth. Each one tasted bitter. I was already turning to go when I felt it, that hesitation in the air. “Did you recall what happened last night?”His voice was calm, but what I didn't know what why he was fixated on asking me.Did it meant something to him? Or perhaps he is just bent on finding out if I was gay?I didn’t answer right away.I could say yes.I could tell him I remembered everything. And how I’d held him by the
Adrian’s POVIt was late. The kind of late where the city lights feel too bright and the silence of the estate begins to ring in your ears. I stood in front of my mirror, slipping on a black hoodie, loose jeans, and sneakers. I grabbed a face mask from the drawer, pulled it over my nose and mouth, and threw on a pair of dark sunglasses.I had made up my mind.Tonight, I was going to retrace the events that happened the night before.To retrace every blurry, reckless step.My hands trembled slightly as I picked up my car keys and headed downstairs. The halls of the house were silent, Isabelle nowhere in sight. Not that she would’ve stopped me. She never did.I stepped into the car and drove out quietly, headlights off until I got past the gate.I made a turn toward the outer gate when another car caught my eye. It was pulling into the estate from the opposite side.I slowed down instinctively, parking just beyond the corner, and leaned slightly forward.The headlights from the incomin
Adrian's Pov The car door clicked shut behind me, muffling the sounds of the world outside. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, hoping it would ease the ache behind my eyes. Gregory didn’t say anything as he started the engine.A few minutes into the drive, Nikolai finally spoke. “Do you remember what happened yesterday?”I bit my bottom lip, avoiding his gaze. The truth buzzed just beneath my skin, I remembered fragments. Flashes. The kind that burned behind your eyelids and refused to go away. But saying I remembered would only invite more questions, and I wasn’t ready for those.Until I finally knew what had happened, if I really did kiss him. I thought staying silent would be much better. He wouldn't fault me for what I didn't know? “I don’t,” I lied, keeping my voice even. My fingers curled in my lap, forcing myself to look calm.Nikolai turned slightly, watching me too carefully, like he was searching for something beneath my words.I met his eyes, then a
Adrian's Pov The car door clicked shut behind me, muffling the sounds of the world outside. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, hoping it would ease the ache behind my eyes. Gregory didn’t say anything as he started the engine.A few minutes into the drive, Nikolai finally spoke. “Do you remember what happened yesterday?”I bit my bottom lip, avoiding his gaze. The truth buzzed just beneath my skin, I remembered fragments. Flashes. The kind that burned behind your eyelids and refused to go away. But saying I remembered would only invite more questions, and I wasn’t ready for those.Until I finally knew what had happened, if I really did kiss him. I thought staying silent would be much better. He wouldn't fault me for what I didn't know? “I don’t,” I lied, keeping my voice even. My fingers curled in my lap, forcing myself to look calm.Nikolai turned slightly, watching me too carefully, like he was searching for something beneath my words.I met his eyes, then a
My legs were jelly under me. I tried to push myself up from the floor, but everything spun. My knees buckled again.A firm arm caught me.Nikolai.He didn’t speak, just pulled me up and half-carried me to the bed. He set me down gently, like I might break.The stripper—still seated at the edge of the bed—stood up the moment I landed.“I’ve done what you asked,” he said, his voice tense. “I wanna go.”“Sure,” the tattooed man replied with a shrug, stepping forward.The next second, he pulled out a pistol and shot the stripper in the head.Blood sprayed across the wall. The body crumpled to the floor.I gasped, heart seizing, eyes wide.Nikolai’s expression didn’t change. “Who sent you?” he asked, voice like ice.The tattooed man smiled darkly. “You don’t need to know that.”Nikolai’s lips twitched in a smirk.He slid off his watch and reached for my wrist. I didn’t stop him. He strapped it on my arm, his fingers brushing mine, then turned to face the others. He popped open the buttons