Maxim Vasiliev
~•~"Would you care to explain what you spent a million dollars from the mafia money for?""Ah!" My father exclaimed, not the least bothered by my question. "I was just about to visit and talk about that."I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I wondered how my father ever ran the mafia by himself. He was so impulsive and could be reckless at times. I hated him, but he was still my father."Pochemu by nam ne pogovorit' ob etom pryamo seychas?" I sighed. "Was it a mistake for me to give you access to the money? It's meant to be for important things, father." [Why don't we talk about it right now?]"Ty takoy plotnyy, son. I bought you a gift." [You're so dense]"A gift," I repeated, knowing it couldn't be anything good. "A gift worth a million dollars.""Yes, you'd like it.""If you wanted to give me a gift, you were meant to spend your personal money, not the business money.""What's done is done. You'd receive your gift tonight. I promise you'd like it."I knew I wouldn't like it. My father was sick and crazy. His views were completely different from mine. If he assured me I would like something, I was bound not to."He bought you a gift with the money?" Mikhail snorted. He wasn't too involved in the mafia but he lived with us and was the one person I considered my best friend.I blew out a breath, throwing the knife in my hand at the target. It hit Bullseye. "Apparently."This morning, I was very surprised to hear that a million dollars was suddenly missing. My first thought was that someone had stolen from me but when I checked the transaction and saw that it had been transferred to the Italians, I knew it had to be my father.He was so cozy with them for reasons unknown to me. I never liked them and I was certain I wouldn't like whatever he got from them."Let's wait and see what it is then.""I can only hope it's refundable. I can easily replace the money with mine but I do not want to aid his bad decisions."Mikhail grinned. "Don't be like that, Max—""Maxim." I immediately corrected him. Max made it sound like I was American. I only had Russian roots.He rolled his eyes. "Maxim. I feel like I would like your present."Mikhail, however, was all American, but he was adopted by Russian parents back in Russia, hence the name, Mikhail. He had the typical American look; blonde hair and blue eyes. Fortunately, he had a Russian accent which he used to pull women. We became friends at a young age and moved with me to America when we were eighteen."Of course, you would." I threw another knife and it stuck just below the previous one. My aim was perfect and I didn't need any more practice but throwing knives was my hobby. It calmed me down.It definitely stopped me from going over to my father's house demanding to see the gift at this moment.I'd taken a break from work today after many months of working nonstop and instead of relaxing as I had planned to do, I was left thinking about what the fuck my father had done. I knew it couldn't be anything good.I was not a very curious man but he had me wondering which was why as soon as one of my men alerted me of my father's presence at the gate hours later, I didn't waste time stepping out of my office.When I reached the front room, he was already seated on the couch with a girl. Both of them stood up when they saw me."Ah, Maxim. It has been a while, hasn't it?"My eyes drifted to the girl beside my father. She had plain brown hair but I couldn't see her face because she was looking at the ground. I hated it. She was dressed in a little dress that didn't cover anything."I've told you to stop bringing your whore to my house." I raised an eyebrow at the man who birthed me. He liked them young and the last one he brought here tried to steal from me. "Is she even legal?"She flinched at the question but still didn't raise her gaze."Don't be like that, son. I brought her for you."I paused and my tongue poked the inside of my cheek. "This is the gift you bought for me."At those words, she finally looked up at me and I sucked a sharp breath at the intensity of her gaze. It seemed like she was just as surprised as I was."Yes. Isn't she pretty?""You spent a million dollars on a whore." I emphasized. "I can get pussy whenever the fuck I want and for free. Are you fucking crazy?""She's not just a pussy." He sighed like I was being the unreasonable one. "She has never been touched and I bought her for you because I know you're not settling down anytime soon. You can marry her or use her as your personal bitch. You don't have to look for a new woman to fuck every time. I'm sure you must be tired of all those clingy bitches. I'm doing you a favor, son."I flexed my fingers, trying to stop myself from getting too angry. She wasn't some whore then. It didn't even seem like she wanted to be here. "Does she even want this? I'm not going to rape her. What's with your backward thinking?""It's not going to be rape.""Do you want to have sex with me?"The girl blinked as if she wasn't expecting the question. "M-me?""Did you consent to this? You were kidnapped, weren't you?"She looked between my father and me as though she was scared to answer. Then, she nodded meekly. "Use your words," I added."K-kidnapped."I turned to my father. "You and everyone else involved in this are sick. I don't want her. She doesn't want me. Get her the fuck out of my house.""Fine." My sixty-year-old father shrugged. "She's already our property and if you don't want her, I'll just have her."Brielle Clarke~•~An involuntary whimper escaped my mouth at Mr. Vasiliev's words, making the two men snap their heads toward me. My eyes met the ground immediately."Raise your gaze." I heard the younger man growl out. Barely stopping myself from flinching, I looked up to see that he had his eyes trained on me already.He looked dangerous and the tattoos he had all over his body made me curious about his pain tolerance. I almost had a tattoo once and I chickened out. I didn't know who would be a better choice to stay with but I didn't have to think much about that because it was not my choice.My eyes were locked with his and my breath hitched, unable to look away for some reason. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he finally broke eye contact with me, facing his father instead."Ya voz'mu yeye." He finally declared. I did not understand what he said so I could only stare in oblivion.However, the smile that came on his father's face gave me an idea. "Of course, you're goi
Maxim Vasiliev~•~I automatically hated the girl. It did not matter that she had not done anything wrong to me. Her father had crossed me too many times. The stopping me from throwing a knife at his eye was the peace treaty my father had with them.They were the head of the American mafia and in order for us to continue doing business in their country, we had to be nice to them.Edward Clarke often took advantage of that.Wait, did her father even know she was here?I turned around to face her again. Her eyes were everywhere at once, taking in the place. I noticed she didn't talk much and that was one of the reasons I agreed to keep her."Does your father know you're here? How did you end up here?"Her eyes widened at my question, making me raise an eyebrow in irritation."I expect you to speak when I ask a question."I saw her gulp, which oddly satisfied me before she answered. "I— my father, he sold me out."I blinked in surprise. It was true that fathers in the mafia showed tough
Brielle Clarke ~•~ I always knew there was something wrong with me. I must have been cursed during my birth or something. I had bad luck following me around. My siblings loved each other but hated me. My mother did not fail to show her distaste for me at every given opportunity. My father was the only person that cared a little bit about me, but I guess that was just me being delusional because look where I ended up now. In the home of my father's enemy. It was nerve-wracking and scary and I blamed myself for not putting up more of a fight with those men. If I had not taken that route that day, I would not have ended here. If I had not stepped out, I would not be here, but then again, I couldn't go against my father's word. I should have moved out as soon as I turned eighteen. It was obvious they did not care for me since I was a child. Why did I stick around hoping things would change? I took in a deep breath as I looked around the room Mikhail had given to me. It was empty and
Brielle Clarke~•~My eyes went wide at his question and when I did not answer, he stood up with a scoff. "You're getting on my last nerves right now. Stand up."I could see his jaw clenching which told me that he was already angry. Not wanting to anger him more' I hurriedly stood up, putting a bit of space between us.He closed the distance in an instant, backing me up against the wall. My breathing was heavy as his long fingers wrapped around my neck. Was he finally going to kill me? Was he going to strangle me to death?Fortunately, he did not strangle me. Instead, his thumb brushed my neck, making me shiver. "I said to answer when I ask a question. Who fucked you?""N-nobody." My cheeks were bright red and I was certain my neck was the same shade as well. "Then, whose clothes are these? How did you get them?""I was uncomfortable and I ran into Andrei and asked him for some clothes."He paused and looked through my face to make sure I was not lying, but that did not slow down my
Chapter TenBrielle Clarke~•~Living with Maxim Vasiliev was not as bad as I thought it would be. Asides the fact that I didn’t have much to do, it was way better than how I used to live.There was no one to throw insults at me every day, no one to threaten to kill me, and definitely no one to stare me down with distasteful looks. I had never been a girl for fashion but with all the clothes in my new closet and being idle, I had taken to trying as many outfits as possible to see how they would fit on me.I tried to listen to Maxim and not wander about. There were a lot of men in the house, which meant whenever I stepped out of my room, I ran into a strange person. It discouraged me from going out and I was certain it pleased the Russian mafia boss.However, I was more than bored today and I had gone through every outfit Marina and I went shopping for, which prompted me to leave my room.I didn’t see much of Marina anyway. I didn’t see much of anybody. Clad in a thick sweatshirt and
Maxim Vasiliev~•~I almost smirked in satisfaction when I saw her freeze at my question. She looked at the ground but suddenly looked up at me as if remembering what I said about looking at me while I was talking to her.She was a submissive little thing and it impressed me.“I lost track of time, I’m sorry.”And she was always apologizing. It made me wonder how she was raised at home. What her life was before she came here. Why her father sold her? Did he hate her or did he just want the money?“Come sit,” I ordered.She eyed the chair beside me warily before taking small steps towards it. I had kept it, especially for her. I knew she was afraid of me but I also knew she was attracted to me. It was fun. I never had much fun in my life.The way she looked at me when she walked into Debbie sucking my dick. It made me harder than I already was. It was easy to see that she had been interested in whatever was happening but she was a shy little thing and would never voice that out.As soo
Brielle Clarke~•~I saw how fast Maxim’s demeanor changed when the strange man spoke. His jaw was clenched tighter and his hold on his fork tightened as well as he looked up to meet the owner of the voice.The man smiled when their eyes met. “Not that welcoming though if you don’t want me in your house.”Maxim released a low breath. “What are you doing here, Landon?”“Here to see my baby brother, isn’t it obvious?” Brother? They looked nothing alike. The Landon guy looked American while Maxim was the typical Russian guy. It also didn’t seem like they were on good terms with the look Maxim was giving him and the way Landon was taunting Maxim in front of his men.Maxim cast an irritated glance at him. “Why come unannounced?”“Can you stop all your interrogations and invite me to the table?”I watched him take another deep breath before his eyes traveled across the table. It was filled up, but Landon was waiting patiently for Maxim to invite him.Maxim’s eyes stopped short when they me
Brielle Clarke~•~“Fuck.” An unexpected curse left my mouth as soon as I felt pain slice up my head.There was a collective gasp around the table and some chairs scraping back. I couldn’t bear to look up to see who was leaving their chair. Hell, I couldn’t focus on anything apart from the banging of my head at the moment.I stayed laying on the floor, my hand holding my nose as I tried not to let the tears fall.“Oh my days, I’m so sorry.” I heard her stupid annoying voice. “I didn’t see you there, my bad.” She tried to sound remorseful but it was obvious she wasn’t. “Are you hurt?” She asked, kneeling in front of me.She reached out to touch me but I slapped her hand away as I tried to sit up. “Don’t fucking touch me.”“Hey, hey, Bri, you okay?” A familiar voice asked, kneeling in front of Debbie. “Damn, you’re bleeding.”Mikhail touched my nose and I couldn’t stop myself from hissing out loud.“It seems broken. I’m sorry, Bri. Come with me.”Slowly, he raised me and I took a glance