Adrik
When I claimed her, that was it. I made her mine and betrayed her. She longed for a story that wasn't mine to narrate, so I did the only thing a man like me would-I sent her back. Little did I know the secret she was keeping. The worst of all...
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"Profit has gone up by thirty-five per cent," Katya says before lifting her eyes and smirking. "That's how good business at BM Enterprises is." I drink from my tumbler, eyeing these fuckers and daring them to say anything about my sister, a woman, in their midst.
No one can meet my eyes because I've killed Grigor for fucking with me. To say I have a close watch on Akim and Petrov is an understatement because one call and I'd order the hit.
I named the company after Marco and I's last name. Although I owned it, I made him CEO because he'd do better at entering these doors without anyone blinking twice or shitting their pants as they would do me.
Of course, I won't exclude him from his position in the Bratva, but on some days, Ruslan can fill in for him. He stands behind me, bored and wishing to be anywhere but here.
That was me, wishing I was with my wife. It's raining heavily, and I still haven't heard anything about Edoardo.
It's a painful month for her, and my wife could give birth any day now, although she's in her eighth month. I didn't want her to worry because I meant every word—I won't ever let that fucker lay or see her again. My face will be the last one he sees before I gut him out.
I check the time on my phone, and it's going up to the hour of eight. I promised Giulia that I'd make it home before ten o'clock.
"Go ahead, brother." Katya's voice brought me back to reality. She frowns, knowing what's happening at home because Giulia told her. I nod my head because I already know what she came here to say. I own the company, for fuck's sake. After her, I'm the first to know everything that happens.
"When is the funeral, Akim?" I twist my wedding band around my finger and watch him.
He looks almost resolved, hurting about his dead son. I made myself clear from the beginning, Grigor disobeyed, so I fucking killed him like I promised I would.
"Yesterday, boss." I blink, shocked that I didn't know anything about this. I turned to face Ruslan, and the smirk on his face told me he didn't bother giving me any updates.
"My apologies for not being up to date. Any concerns?"
"No, boss." I nod, already wanting to get the fuck out of here.
"Then everyone dismissed." I get up and grab the file on my desk. I have spies everywhere, and I know they weren't lying. I'd prefer that than hear these fucking men lie, trying to tear me down.
"Are you alright, brother?"
"Yes. Apologise to Mikhail for me. I know he is uptight now, but I'm sorry I couldn't pick him up from football practice."
Since I killed his brother and the doctors disconnected the machines of his mother, he hasn't spoken a word to me.
"He didn't go." I stop with my hand over the door.
