LOGINADRIAN'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
CHAPTER 92ADRIAN'S POVI pulled up my car in front of the offshore warehouse. This was the location I had told them to keep Romano. Sighing heavily, I placed my head on the steering wheel and thought about what Kira had told me.I had lots of questions for him. Questions that might trigger my rage, and I might end up squashing his head to death. But I needed to be calm. I needed answers after all.Raising my head from the wheel, I stared out the window through my sunglasses. How could I have missed it? How could I have blindly trusted him without doubt? I fucking left him in charge of Kira too. What if something had happened to her?“Fuck.” I cursed out as I slammed my fist hard on the steering wheel again, and again, and again… until I felt a sharp sting. A small liquid began to form beneath my skin. I must have gotten injured there previously, but the pain barely registered. My brain noted it, but my body didn’t feel it. The pain wasn’t physical. It was mental. It was personal.“Fu
KIRA’S POVAdrian’s hands paused on my body, resting on my waist. I tilted my head up, my hair falling all over his face.His current gaze cut through my flesh as he stared intently at me, waiting for my reply to his question. Okay, I utterly didn't know what to say. Was he asking me to repeat myself just because he didn't hear me well, or was he asking rhetorically because I had muttered something bad?“What did you say?” he asked again. He tucked my hair behind my ears, and I sucked in a hot breath. My body was hot, still humming from what we were just doing.“Yeah,” I said. “I just… I said both of you grew up together, and he even went to prison because of you, so why would he do something like that? It doesn’t make sense that he’d betray you like that. He’s basically your brother.”Adrian didn’t answer at first. He ran a hand through his hair, the other still holding my waist as he shifted me from straddling him to sitting beside him on the bed. Even that slight motion sent a moan
KIRA’S POVGrabbing my dress, I pushed through the crowd and rushed out of the party, slipping past the tall golden doors. It looked like everyone was already leaving; cars lined up one after the other outside. I stood at the edge of the steps, scanning the area until I saw Adrian shaking hands with a man.I sprinted toward him, bumping into a few people on the way.“We can’t move into the mansion,” I blurted out, panting, trying to catch my breath.Both Adrian and the man turned to look at me. Shit. I totally forgot he wasn’t alone.Adrian raised a brow but shifted his attention back to the man. “You can pass by Carvello’s tomorrow. The guys will get you everything you need.”The man nodded, offered me a polite smile, and walked away.“What’s wrong?” Adrian asked, opening the passenger door for me.I hopped in and waited for him to circle the car and get into the driver’s seat. The moment the engine purred to life, I spoke again.“We can’t move into the mansion.”“Why not? Does this
ADRIAN’S POVThe cane sliced across my face, but I didn’t budge.Shit.I’d recognize that fucking cane anywhere.A scowl passed through my expression, I grazed my hand on my jaw… the same goddamn jaw that can’t seem to catch a break lately.What the hell is he doing here?I looked up and met those ice-cold blue eyes. Eyes I used to know like the back of my hand… eyes that once froze me in place and haunted my sleep. But now, they didn’t drag out memories. Not easily. I’d buried those fuckers along with her, long, long ago, shoved them deep, long and far.I quickly pushed whatever emotions were trying to claw their way up right back down.Fuck them and fuck him.I looked him straight in the eye… like I always had to. Like he’d always forced me to.“No flinching. No twitching. Or you’re not a fucking Vasillios.”His words echoed through me. Loud. Familiar.“Is it true?” he asked, voice low but sharp as ever.His stare cut straight through me but I didn’t blink.I raised a brow, more amu
KIRA’S POV“I’m usually the one whose face says I’d rather be anywhere but here. Smile, Kira,” Adrian muttered as he linked his arm through mine, dragging me forward like this night wasn’t already crawling beneath my skin.I forced a smile, or something that vaguely resembled one, and inhaled as we stepped through the grand doors of Paulo’s estate… and straight into what looked like a full-blown celebration in his garden.It was strange, to say the least.Who throws a party two days after someone’s murdered? Especially when that someone owned the house?And yet, here we were. Walking into a birthday party hosted by Adrian’s mother, who, according to Adrian wasn’t even born on this date. You’d never guess her husband had just been killed.Adrian had explained it all in his usual clipped, emotionally detached way. How Paulo was shot. How Romano turned out to be, in his words, ‘a fucking snake.’ How the betrayal nearly wrecked their business. Honestly, I barely caught half the details. A







