All Chapters of The Untypical Marriage: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Adrian’s POVA Few Hours EarlierThe scent of drugs, sex, and cheap perfume tried to mask the desperation clinging to the velvet walls. Sweat and sin soaked into the very air… familiar. Like the calm before a storm I controlled.I strode in, Antonio at my side. Ever since the shootout at VPN headquarters, my men had been on high alert, tailing me from a safe distance. But Antonio? He’d taken it to another level… sticking to me like a damn leech. A very annoying one.He popped up the moment I stepped outside the penthouse, practically glued himself to my side. I tried to shake him off, but the bastard wouldn’t budge. In his own loud-mouthed, messed-up way, I knew he meant well. He was the little brother I never asked for.He was the little brother I never had.Oh wait…I did have one. Dylan.But that fucker’s more insect than blood.Still, I could handle myself. And Antonio too, if need be.The club atmosphere shifted the moment we stepped in. Neon lights flickered like a dying heartbe

KIRA’S POV“Ohh,” she tossed her hair, overly dramatic, “I was just here to grab a quick lunch. Imagine my surprise seeing you here.” She laughed awkwardly, her eyes locked on Adrian, who looked like he wasn’t buying a single word.Hello? I wanted to yell. Was I invisible? Or was she just deliberately ignoring me?“Bullshit,” Adrian said coldly. “This restaurant is reserved for me today. You didn’t come here to grab a quick anything. Whatever you’re playing at, Nina, I’m not interested. I suggest you get the fuck out before I have you thrown out.”His tone made me choke… literally. I coughed, probably on a piece of pasta, and reached for my water, gulping it down while still watching them.Adrian didn’t spare her another glance. He adjusted his suit jacket, took a slow sip of his drink, and picked up his phone like she didn’t even exist.The woman froze, her smile tight, quivering at the corners. Then her gaze snapped to me, glaring as if I were the problem. She looked between us, her

ADRIANS POVEARLIER “Kira,” I said, lifting her slightly off my waist.She spun around, now resting on the table, looking at me with a confused expression.I moved my chair back so I could fully face her, trying to make sense of everything she was about to say.“Where did you see him, When?” I boomed, unable to hide my supriseShe played around with the table not relaizing the urgency of the matter, She picked up a picture and turned to me, it was first one I ever got of the bastard, the one taken at the bus terminal. “yeah, he’s the same man I saw with Romano.”Romano??? Freaking Romano?“Kira, listen to me,” I said again, struggling to keep the anger from bleeding into my tone. “I need you to tell me everything…every single thing you know about this man. Who he is. How he’s connected to Romano. Everything.”She blinked at me, her brows pulling together in confusion. “What’s going on? Adrian, you’re scaring me.”I shook my head slowly, clearing my throat. “It’s fine. Just… tell me

KIRA’S POV“Romano can’t be trusted.”Adrian’s words kept playing on a loop in my head, over and over like a broken record.I leaned over my shoulder and picked up my phone. It was almost nighttime. Normally, I never waited around for Adrian to come home… but it's been almost two days? And my last conversation with him rang through my head. I was lost and worried and more importantly. I needed answers.Why did Adrian get so freaked out over that man?Why did he have the man's pictures all over his desk?Why did he say Romano couldn’t be trusted?Who was that man Romano gave the envelope to that day? Had I said too much…ruined something by running my mouth?I groaned, slapping the remote on the couch and turning off the TV I hadn’t even been pretending to watch. I got up and started pacing, back and forth, restlessly.The last 24 hours had been pure hell. I hadn’t called Adrian because I didn't want to seem desperate… but Antonio wasn’t picking up either. And Romano? The man didn’t eve

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