Todos los capítulos de The Rossi Brothers II — Adriano: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Adriano.I couldn't stop grinning as I walked out of Alexandra's room. She agreed to have a baby with me. I'm a lucky bastard, and I'm proud of it. I'm proud that she is mine and I am hers. Years ago, I would have never imagined myself having a pregnancy discussion with someone, but here I am today, excited that she agreed. I had barely taken four steps away from her door when Kyle appeared. I stopped in my tracks, staring at him, wondering what he was doing here. "Did you need something?" I asked while fishing for my phone, checking if I had missed any calls or messages from him. "I found something," he said, which was all I needed to become serious. Kyle had found something that could be useful in discovering who was after my woman. "Show me," I ordered, but he shook his head. "Not here."Right, this wasn't something we could discuss in public. "Lead the way." I followed him down the hallway until we reached Luciano's office. "Okay, now speak," I said as soon as we were ins

Adriano. The tie around my neck felt like a fucking death trap, and I was one second away from taking it off. I’m not the type who was completely into this suit thing; I hate wearing one, and that was the reason anyone could hardly see me in one. However, I had to put one on today because of the meeting with him. I scoffed at the sudden thought of the Russian head; for his sake and that of everyone around him, I hoped he would just be cooperative and give out the damn answers I had been trying to find. My hands playing with the tie paused when the sudden image of Alexandra's teary eyes popped up in my head. She doesn’t want me to go, even through the remaining days of the week. She wouldn’t drop the conversation, regardless of what I said to assure her I wasn’t doing this because I wanted to know what she was hiding; she wouldn’t let it be. She was adamant about not letting me see this man, and just this morning she came down with a sudden fever. We had both had sex last night,

Adriano. The air was tense. Everything sounded right, but at the same time, it seemed stupid to me. What the fuck does he mean by I have something that belonged to him? And what the fuck does he mean by his niece? “I don’t understand you; what do you mean by that?” Luc said, breaking the silence that had enveloped us for over twenty minutes. It took a long time for Romanov to answer his question; he drew from the cigar one of his minions lit up for him and blew the smoke out—practically on our faces. “Your brother knows exactly what I’m talking about.” Of course I know. I have linked everything in my head. There was indeed a big power backing up Alexandra’s file. I always wondered why it was so difficult to get her information and everything concerning her past, but it was all useless. It all makes sense now that I’m just finding out he’s the uncle—the one behind her disappearing information. We both had a stare-down, and no one was backing out; it certainly wouldn’t be me. He

Adriano. It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. That’s what I have been telling myself over and over these past few minutes: he just dropped whatever this shit was. He was only saying this to make me give her up, and there’s no way in hell I’m doing such a thing. “She didn’t tell you, did she?” He asked, his face now all smiles as he looked at me. “You know you don’t have to say it for me to know she hasn’t told you about this.” He paused as he looked from me to my brother and then at me again. “I’m not surprised though; this is my niece we are talking about, and she has always been a lying bitc—” I snapped. “Don’t you dare complete your sentence, Romanov,” I warned. I was tired of sitting down here and doing nothing but watching him call her names. I couldn’t stay composed like Luciano wanted, and I certainly don’t think I could leave here unscathed like I’d promised Alexandra. I’d expected him to react the normal way a boss would when they’re feel

Alexandra. I waited for him to react differently, but aside from letting out a few profanities, nothing came. I had been staring at the floor since I said that and hadn’t found the courage to look up at him. “You told Mariana but not me.” He said it as if I had deliberately chosen to confide in her instead of him, as if I had betrayed him deeply. “Look, Mariana is my best friend, and this was eating me alive. I wanted someone to advise me. I had no one else to turn to; she was the only one available, so I told her about it,” I explained, finally lifting my gaze to meet his. He was scowling, but he still looked incredibly handsome. “Do you want to hear why I did this or not?” I asked impatiently. I was tired of his silence. If he wanted to hear my reasons—or better yet, my side of the story—he should make that clear now. If not, he should also say something. He stared at me for a moment before nodding his head. “Fine, I would like to know why you couldn’t tell me you are eng