Adrian
One, two, three…my feet were rooted to the ground.
Beads of sweat formed on my forehead dripping down my cheeks.
At every shallow breath, I could feel my lungs clenching tight and breathing became harder.
It felt as though with one step into that building, Nikolai would come out of nowhere.
The thought buried in my mind but, but…
I still couldn’t stay back, I just couldn’t.
If it indeed was the man, I would finally find out who had paid those men to kill me.
Without further thoughts-
I walked out of the ward, and headed out.
When I reached the building, I instantly walked in, but it was empty.
There were toys everywhere, and doll houses.
It seemed like a place for kids.
I walked around in confusion wondering if they had taken another turn I wasn’t aware of.
But then-
I noticed the door at the corner.
Picking on my nails, and tapping on the floor with my foot, I decided to walk through it, and it was bathroom.
I looked through all the stalls but not even one was left opened.
There was no lock, a plain door.
Maybe, it uses a keycard, or a thumbprint?
Fuck!
There was no way to force it open.
I tapped on the door, laying my ears on it hoping to hear anything, but there was no sound.
I gave up.
I turned around about to leave, but then-
‘Click…’ it opened.
Fingerprint scanner…
My hand had been scanned in the auto lock.
How was that possible?
It was my first time living in the Mancini’s estate and being registered into their security…it wasn’t something that took place before now.
Perhaps, it was when I was unconscious…
The door led to stairs decending beneath the building like a basement.
It was dark, but when I stepped on the stairway the lights turned on.
The closer I got the more I could hear the muffled sound of weak breath.
There was a man tied to a chair, when his eyes laid on me I could sense the disappointment in them.
Blood was dripping from his lips and head.
Some of his fingers were cut off anlittered on the ground.
With a tomb behind him, I could tell he was tortured with water.
Nikolai really is cruel.
“I’ve told you what I know.” He muttered and I instantly recognized his voice.
He really is one of my kidnappers.
“What did you tell them?”
I raised a brow.
“Go find out from them.” He was stubborn despite the amount of torture.
I wonder what Nikolai was looking for?
Did he investigate my kidnap himself?
There seems to be no other reason?
No!
That could never be him.
I frowned.
Whatever Nikolai got from him, it shouldn’t be the information I was searching for, my sexuality.
“Who paid you to kidnap me?”
“I don’t know.
I told you all , I don’t know.” He cried.
“Who sold my information?”
He was reluctant to talk.
I leaned towards him and held his head up.
“Who sold my information in clubpink?”
“Oh…It’s pinky.
She knows everyone who comes to clubpink.”
“Pinky?”
“Yes, she always wears pink and makes pink nails.”
“Is she the owner?”
“Some say she is, but some say she isn’t.”
“Where can I find her?” I pressed on his thumbs.
“You’d have to go to club pink, make sure to have the gold access card.”
I’ve never heard of it.
An access card of such.
Whenever I went to the club I just did my business and left making sure to leave no trace or anything that could make anyone notice me from the crowd.
But it seems, I wasn’t as invisible as I thought.
“How can I purchase one?”
“You can’t, you get given.”
Shit!!!
“Any other way I can enter?”
“I can help you, if you let me go.”
Let him go?
I laughed.
“That’s not a good deal.”
I stepped away from him.
“I could kill you, that’s more profitable to me.”
His eyes reddened and his body started to quiver.
“How else can I see her?” This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“Get a vvip card, and request for her.
But you’d have to place a huge amount of money.”
“That’s much like it.”
I turned to leave—but something shiny caught my eye.
Car keys, lying on the table.
They were of different brands.
I hesitated for a second.
I shouldn’t.
But…
Without another thought, I grabbed one and hurried out.
When I got the garage, flashy cars gittered in my eyes.
I never knew Nikolai was a car freak.
I pressed on the key and a car light up.
A sport car.
A yellow Lamborghini Aventedor.
I scoffed.
I entered the car, feeling the exquisite interior.
It had a yellow and black interior, but most importantly,it smelled like him.
I drew in a deep breathe, letting his scent fill my nostrils.
It was perfect.
Breaking into his space was a mistake, taking his car, an even bigger mistake.
But for some reason, I was thrilled.
With no thoughts about the consequences, I drove out.
…
The car made a loud noise as I parked in the parking lot.
I walked straight to the vip elevator entrance.
The gold-trimmed entrance shimmered as I used my VIP card at the private elevator.
I waited.
It was three floors away.
My eyes settled on the red lights, and when it read B2, I watched the elevator open.
Ding.
The elevator doors slid open.
And standing right in front of me—
Nikolai.
I froze.
Beside him, a woman dressed head to toe in pink—long nails, high heels, and cold eyes.
It was…Pinky.
It was like the world stopped moving.
My breath hitched, and his shocking gaze sent a rush of fear through my body.
My eyes locked in his gaze—and for the briefest moment, it felt like we were the only two people in it.