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It was him, the one who tattooed me earlier on today, the one who I had such sinful thoughts about that I wasn't mean to. The man who right now had his hand on my lower back, the touch at first shot electricity through me, or maybe it was my imagination due to me being immensely drunk and not even knowing the simplest things such as, how I ended up here.

"Take this, Adrianna." Nikolai muttered, handing me over a glass of water and what seemed like a painkiller, and the way his accent made my name sound ten times more attractive didn't go unnoticed. I take the glass, not allowing our hands to touch. I don't need anymore physical touch. And with that thought, I moved away from his hand that was still resting on me.

"Ty sobirayesh'say ubit' yeye, boss?" The man who was still seated in the chair that was now positioned towards us, spoke in what I presume to be Russian. I raise my eyebrow, the alcohol in my system not doing my brain any justice. What I've picked up over the years is that countries in Eastern Europe have similar languages, and considering I was taught a handful, I attempted to somehow figure out whatever non sense they were talking about, however it didn't work. (translation - Russian. "You going to kill her now, boss?")

"Ne bud' smeshnym" Nikolai replied back, obviously taken back by what the other Russian man said but he didn't let me notice that. Strange. I stood there, in between their interaction and when I eventually got bored, I attempted to walk out. (translation - Russian. "Don't be ridiculous")

Well, before Nikolai grabbed me.

♠

Nikolai Volkov

As much as I wanted to kill her in this moment and I knew that I had a major opportunity, I didn't. I'm not that much of a stupid fuck, her family knew she left the house, she probably didn't even realise that her brother sent their men out to keep a watch. Something tells me she's drinking to get her mind off of her problems. Although she's awfully closed off and, from what I can tell, hates physical touch, she's quite an easy book to read.

"You're not going anywhere. You're staying here I'm not going to let you drink even more, look at you, you're already a mess." I grip onto her arm, making direct eye contact with her, and just what I expected her to do, she does. She rips her arm out of my grip. Definitely hates being touched.

"Don't tell me what to do, you tattooed me and now you're acting like my father. Get a grip" she says through her teeth and rolling her green eyes to the back of her head. Smart mouth.
"Angel, I don't care how much of a fight you put up. You." I take a step closer to her. "Are." Another step. "Not." And another step, "Leaving." And now we were directly face to face. No matter how close as I was to her in the parlour, I'm still stunned by how beautiful she actually is. She's got the face of an angel, most would argue not, but she's really just satan in disguise, well the female version anyway. But yet, this doesn't change the face that she's an aggravating woman who never fails to put up a fight however she won't be leaving this room, and if I have to tie her to a fucking chair. I fucking will.

"Fuck you." She spits at me, turning her head. I may have to fucking kill her right now. I look over at Dimitri who looks the least bit bothered at mine and Adrianna's situation. "You done annoying him?" He finally speaks, breaking the silence in the room, but yet it didn't do any help. Adrianna whips her head to look at Dimitri and narrows her eyes. "Fuck you as well, who the fuck even are you?" Dimitri scoffs and rolls his eyes, then looks down at Adrianna who is now in front of him. This is interesting.