LOGINKIRA’S POV
My first task was to hit ten consecutive targets at the shooting range. When I asked Adrian to help me become stronger, this wasn’t exactly what I had envisioned. I had hoped he would teach me how to be emotionless and reserved like him, but it seemed Adrian had other plans. The next day, he sent Romano to escort me to the mansion’s shooting range."Ever fired a gun before?" Adrian asked, handing me a sleek pistol."I've practiced,” I replied, "but never actually shot at targets.”My father made sure we learned how to shoot, he said we needed to be able to protect ourselves from any form of danger if the day ever came. However, I never took it seriously because I was never allowed within ten feet of the outside world beyond the mansion. Until now that is.Adrian's smirk hinted at doubt, “Go off," he said walking out of the pit.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my hands, as I focused. The first few shotsADRIAN'S POVI paused on the pedestal, staring at Paulo’s grand mansion. An ugly scowl twisted my face.Even in fucking death, my father was still fucking with me.A dark, eerie feeling came over me as I looked at the place. I didn’t want to go in, I didn’t want to be anywhere near my father or his property. On Hugo’s orders, Gianna had moved out and taken her armada of workers with her. My father’s precious house now stood empty.Fucking pathetic!My phone buzzed beside me, dragging me back to the moment. Dave. Right. What he found.I pushed open the heavy doors. They groaned like the house itself didn’t want me here.I stepped inside. Echoes. Dust. Emptiness.I took the hidden elevator down to Paulo’s underground office. My father had been a crook through and through. Despite the codes our ancestors built into the Costra, Paulo rarely followed any of them. He ran shady dealings, took part in underground trafficking auctions, and even hosted perverse kinkyorgies he probably thought I
ADRIAN'S POV Nina was my fucking ex-fiancée.I still couldn’t believe that cheap slut had found her way to Hugo after leaving me for Paulo.She was the only woman I’d ever actually been intentional about. I never loved her or any shit like that, but she was tolerable. I figured maybe… maybe—with time, I’d grow a heart and it might learn to love her or some romantic shit like that. But all of that went to hell when I caught her two days after I proposed, fucking Paulo.What the hell does she want from Hugo?How the fuck did she end up with him?What kind of twisted game are they playing?My head was pounding with questions.Fuck love. Fuck Hugo. Fuck Nina.I knew exactly what Hugo was doing. His schemes were as transparent as ever. He wanted to get under my skin by bringing Nina into this mess, thinking I was still in love with her or ever gave a damn in the first place.Well, he was in for a fucking surprise.I could still see the shock in Kira’s eyes when I told her Nina was my ex-
KIRA'S POV I glanced at Adrian to see his reaction after spotting Dylan and Kayla. As expected, his face was unreadable, cold, and indifferent.What was I honestly expecting?He probably had no idea how much of a mess this really was.God, I wished he would just turn to me and say this was all some ridiculous joke, that we weren’t actually going to live with those two. There was also this nagging voice in my head wondering if Dylan would bring his fling, Gia, into the house… assuming they were still together.Ugh, not my business, I reminded myself.“Shall we?” Adrian said, offering his elbow to me.Forcing a gentle smile, I slipped my hand into the crook of his arm, and we began walking.Just as we were about to walk past them, Dylan's annoying voice stopped us abruptly, they were obviously waiting for us.“Hey brother,” Dylan said as he sucked in some air.I raised my brows quizzically and glanced at Adrian waiting for his reply but he stared blankly at Dylan before continuing walk
KIRA'S POV I still couldn't believe Romano lied to me. All this while, I had thought of him as the most loyal and trustworthy among all the men Adrian had. I guess I was wrong, I guess I was a fool and a gullible person for believing him, for entrusting him with some of my inner thoughts. And other things.Oh God!What I feel right now couldn't be compared to what Adrain felt, even though he didn't show it, I could tell he was hurt and disappointed. That jerk! What if I weren't a nosy person and hadn't pestered him that day when he took me to the restaurant? But Romano is so genuine, it's so hard to think of him as a snake… like Adrian would put it. I was too blinded by curiosity to know everything and how he started working for Adrian. Sighing exasperatedly, I glanced at the clock, it was almost noon and there was no sign of Adrian. I had called his number multiple times but it kept saying the same thing.“Your call is being directed to voicemail, kindly drop…” before the comput
CHAPTER 94ADRIAN'S POV “What did you just say?” I questioned again, staring at Romano in sheer disbelief. “Well, let me put it in a simpler form,” Romano chuckled, managing to stare straight at me with his almost-closed, swollen eye. “I fucking bent your little wife over and gave her a good dick. She fucking enjoyed me.” He laughed in mockery.I froze, refusing to believe what he had just spilled.“Shut your fucking mouth, you idiot!” Ying growled, launching his elbow into Romano’s stomach. Romano coughed hard, spurting out blood.“Leave us,” I muttered coldly to Ying, my gaze never leaving Romano.“But Boss—”“I said fucking leave us!” I yelled, my rage boiling over. Ying shot Romano a cold glare before silently leaving the small enclosed room. I waited for the door to click shut before I slowly sat back in my chair, my eyes locked on him.I shook my head slowly, “You must be under the impression that I’m bothered by your lies?” I said slowly, trying to control my boiling rage, ho
ADRIAN'S POV I walked into the room where Romano was kept with a stern face, the smell of dried blood and urine wafted through my nose, and I scrunched my nose upwards to block the smell. Glancing at Romano, who was tied to a chair, I let out a scoff,” Look at you, pissing on your miserable body.” I mocked, and he raised his head to stare at me.His hair had grown quite a bit, his face held different marks of brutality, and I noticed one of his eyes was red shut, and bloody, his nose was crooked, and I wondered if he was able to breathe well. Glancing down at his hands, four of his fingers were missing, two in the right hand and two on the left, and they were perfectly bandaged to prevent him from bleeding out. He chuckled, voice low and grating.“Would you rather I pissed on you instead?” he rasped, his voice came out gruff and a bit hoarse, he might have groaned so much while they were inflicting pain on him.Kissing my teeth slightly, I took off my sunglasses and hung them on my







