Agatha
Nikolai listens to my order and in less than two minutes he's sound asleep next to my face. I take a deep breath and roll to my side until I‘m facing him and staring at his calm, carefree face.
In all these months I've seen him in many facets, like pretending in front of the public and the cameras, doing shady business with despicable people, getting together with his squad to have people killed and visiting private places so he can watch and f**k women, very well paid women by the way. The only time I’ve ever seen him genuinely not so grumpy and full of hate, is when he’s with his uncle or sometimes his cousin.
This is the first time I've seen him with a clean aura, if we leave guilt aside. Maybe it's because I forced him with my compulsion to stop worrying, but it's still wor
