Maxim Vasiliev~•~I frowned when I heard my phone ringing and saw Debbie’s name flash across my screen.She never had to call me. I was always the one calling her and I had called her earlier in the day. Was she calling to cancel? She had never done that before.“Hello? It’s 5 pm. Are you not supposed to be here by now?” I questioned, going straight to the point. I had not brought her in for more than a week and I had been frustrated. I was not even certain it was sexual frustration. Brielle was not on speaking terms with me and neither was Mikhail. They made it known to me and everyone around that they were ignoring me.I tried to talk to them but it was not working.Sometimes, it was obvious Brielle wanted to crack and give in, but then she’d probably recall how I fucked Debbie in front of her and she’d strengthen her resolve.Okay, fine. I fucked up by doing that. I did not blame her for staying away from me. If someone I had feelings for did something like that, I’d probably cut
Brielle Maxim~•~While Maxim had been trying to get my attention, it completely ceased after the day he almost exchanged blows with Mikhail.Mikhail admitted that he riled up Maxim on purpose but that did not change the fact that he was about to hit his best friend. I knew his morals were different from mine but I didn’t know if I would’ve been able to handle it if they had injured one another.I was flattered that Debbie was chased away, but I did not like the aftermath of it. Maxim had ended up going to her anyway and as embarrassing as it was to admit, it pained me.I still liked him. I had feelings for him even if he was a jerk. Sometimes, I wished I could turn them off. I wish I would stop feeling. Fuck, I hated thinking about him but somehow, my thoughts were filled with him. It was crazy.It was yet another night that I could not sleep because I was wondering what the hell he was doing out. He came home later than he usually did. Was he working? Or was he having fun with other
Brielle Clarke ~•~I was finally able to make use of the library Maxim had made for me.I noticed that some of the books were missing which made me laugh. Some of the hardcore killers living in this house were also interested in reading. It was fascinating.While reading, I could not stop my mind from drifting to my birth mother. She was snatched away from me as soon as I was born and I was not privileged to even know the truth about it.That had to explain why I had brown hair and my siblings all had blonde hair. It was something they made fun of since we were little. I wondered when they knew we were half-siblings.Things changed for the worst when I was eight years old. Even before then, I knew my mother resented me but at eight, my siblings started to treat me the same way she did.Did she reveal it to them since then? How were they able to keep it a secret and continue treating me like trash? I had so many questions with no one to answer them.Was what Mikhail told me the truth?
Maxim Vasiliev~•~Unlike other days, I came home very early and was surprised to see that Brielle was not around.I was confused. If she wanted to go out, she asked me first.My first thought was that she ran away so I went to her room to check. There were books scattered on her bed. Has she been in a rush? Or was she distracted when she was running?I opened her closet and it was equally disorganized. Brielle was not a disorganized person. Her clothes from the previous day were not inside the hamper. They were on the floor close to it. I shook my head as I picked it up and placed it inside.I did not want to make a fuss yet so after helping her to arrange her closet, I went down to the basement, but she was still not there.I wanted to ask Mikhail since they were sort of close but I knew he was not going to answer to me, so I went to the tech room.“Good afternoon, boss.” One of my men was in there eating a snack.“Igor.” I acknowledged him as I sat down on one of the chairs in fron
Brielle Clarke~•~For the second time, I woke up to find myself in an unknown room. This time, I was not on a bed.My hands were restricted as they were tied behind the chair I was sitting on. My legs were also tied to the chair. I didn’t know what kind of rope had been used on me, but with any movement, they dug into my skin, cutting violently.I opened my eyes, blinking severally to get used to the harsh light. When I finally did, I noticed that there was a chair opposite me and a man was sitting on it.He looked like a typical Russian but he had a scar that ran from the left part of his eye down to his chin, making him look scarier than necessary.From my experience of being kidnapped, I knew not to panic because that was exactly what my kidnappers wanted.I looked toward the man who had been watching me sleep and I asked. “What is the time?”He looked amused but he checked his watch. “It’s past eight. You’ve been asleep for a few hours now.” His Russian accent was so heavy that I
Maxim Vasiliev ~•~I stopped in my tracks, bringing out my phone from my pocket. “Who’s that?” Mikhail asked as soon as my eyes landed on the screen.I let out a curse. This was not good. “It’s Ivanov.”Mikhail paused and looked at me in horror. “Do you think he has her?”I was very fucking sure, but, “Only one way to find out.” I did not think I had been this nervous in my life as I answered the call. “Ah, Maxim. You’ve been avoiding my call, so I thought you wouldn’t pick up.”I had not been avoiding his call. I just had not been in the mood to deal with him. If my father heard of this, he was going to go on and on about how incompetent I had become and that he was practically doing my work for me. “Where is she?”He knew exactly who I was talking about. “Brielle is here.” He told me and Mikhail gestured for me to put the phone on speaker. “Brielle, say hi.”I held my breath as I waited for her voice. He could just be messing with me. However, my breath caught in my throat when I
Brielle Clarke ~•~Fortunately for me, Ivanov did not touch me inappropriately but that did not stop my ass from hurting really bad. He was also kind enough to leave me a duvet.I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. I was scared to sleep. If I went to sleep, what would happen? What if Ivanov came in here when I was sleeping?It did not seem like Ivanov was the kind to rape someone in their sleep though. He would most likely want me awake and conscious so he could prove that he had the power between us and could use it however he liked.As soon as the ache in my ass dulled, I stood up from the bed and decided to put my clothes on, but my top had been ripped, along with my panties. Not letting it deter me, I put on the jeans. At least, my pussy was covered now.I was thirsty as fuck and I needed water but there was nothing in the room. There was only one door that led outside and when I tried it, it didn’t budge.There was no window and there was absolutely no way I could escape. I had hea
Maxim Vasiliev ~•~I knocked on Mikhail’s door, entering before he could permit me. “Ivanov has given me a location. Let’s get going.”He nodded and went to get changed as I called Andrei and told him to gather the men.I had explained everything to them that morning and I had told them the plan. This was not just about bringing Brielle back. It was about getting rid of them one way or the other, even if I did not get to kill them all.Mikhail and I were fully armed before we went downstairs. The living room was packed with men but this was just a quarter of the men in my mafia. They were a lot more and they did not all live in this house. Just a handful of them did.“Everyone knows what to do right?” I asked as soon as I got there. There was no time to waste. We had to be quick.“Yes, boss.” They chorused.“Poka Mikhail ne podtverdit, chto Briel' nakhoditsya v tom meste, kotoroye oni nam prislali, ne predprinimayte nikakikh deystviy.” I reminded them. I did not want anything to go w