Brielle Clarke~•~The tables turned and by the time we left Paris, Maxim was mad at me and not the other way around.After Debbie’s visit, Maxim decided it was time to go home. I was surprised at the sudden decision since Maxim said we were going to be in Paris for at least, a week.When I asked him the reason, he said he had something to take care of at home but during our flight back, he refused to speak with me. Maxim could be a petty man whenever he wanted to and at the moment, he felt like.I was still a bit irritated by Debbie’s visit, even if she confirmed Maxim didn’t bring her and the sudden end of my trip further irritated me. I kept myself occupied with my phone while Maxim kept making various calls.When I got bored, I went to the back to sleep.During my sleep, I could swear I felt a body beside me, but when I woke up, I was alone again. I yawned as I got out, seeing Maxim still on his computer.“Are we almost there?”“Yes.” He answered dryly, not even bothering to look
Brielle Clarke~•~Maxim sat on the bed, watching me as I ran in and out of the closet to prepare. “One would think you’re going on a date with your boyfriend.”“Well, I haven’t seen him in a while.” I bit back as I carried my coat. “You saw him a few weeks ago.”“I haven’t properly met him in months.”Maxim scoffed. “Whatever.”I rolled my eyes at his behavior. “What? I thought we left Paris because you had work to do. Why are you sitting here idle?”“I’m not idle.” He corrected. “I’m watching my girlfriend get ready to meet another man.”I shook my head, a small chuckle escaping my lips. Maxim would be very dramatic when he wanted to be. I was only going to meet Axel, but he was acting like I was going to meet a stranger or cheat on him. “I’m ready.”“Let’s go.” He stood up, taking his keys from the nightstand.I stared at him in surprise. “Let’s?”He nodded, unrelenting. “I’ll drop you off.”I knew better than to argue with Maxim because I knew I wouldn’t win. I merely smiled as I
Maxim Vasiliev~•~I was not surprised when my phone rang on my way back home and I saw that it was Landon calling.“Yes?” I questioned when I picked it up.“Let’s meet.”I raised an eyebrow, even if he couldn’t see me. “What for?”“We have a lot to talk about.”I scoffed. I was hoping to reach out to him sometime soon, but, “You tried to kill me.”“You tried to kill me too.”“Only because you attacked me first, you bozo.”Landon sighed. “Still, we have a lot of shit to talk about. I’ll send you the address. Come alone.”I scoffed. “That doesn’t sound suspicious at all.”“I’ll be waiting.”When he hung up, he sent the address, which was in the opposite direction of my house so I made a U-turn, calling Brielle first to let her know I wouldn’t be picking her up. After that, I called Andrei and sent him the address Landon sent to me.I was not afraid of him but I was not stupid enough to go there alone, knowing it could be a trap. After Andrei promised he and the men would be inconspicuo
Brielle Clarke~•~“Willing to make it up to me? After all these years both of you treated me like shit.” I flared up.“It wasn’t our intention,” Aubrey added. “We were just naive, we didn’t know what we were doing.” Were they really being serious right now? Using naive as an excuse to justify all the trauma they put me through ever since we were kids. Forget being kids. When they turned adults; when they were able to tell right from wrong, they still had the audacity to use being naive as an excuse. They had to be fucking kidding me.“Y’all weren’t only shitty to me, but you also watched Father treat me like shit.” It was always hot and cold with our father. Some days, he acted like the best dad in the world while other times, he acted like a nut in his head was loose. If he was angry after a day’s work, he was going to take it out on us, especially me, because according to him, I was of no use to his mafia.I didn’t really care about how they treated me in the past anymore. I would
Maxim Vasiliev ~•~For a long second, time was frozen as I tried to process what the fuck just happened.When I did, I turned around just in time to see Andrei falling to the ground and I could swear I felt my heart stop.Without thinking much, I rushed towards him, hearing another gunshot behind me. The men who had accompanied Andrei also started shooting. Bullets were flying around by the time I reached Andrei.I knew men were bound to die in a battle but this was a personal feud between my brother and me. No one had to be dragged into it, especially not Andrei.There was blood coming out of his chest, which scared me. Was he going to die?I didn’t care that other people were shooting behind me. I put my arms under his legs and his back, raising him. Before we could go out of the restaurant though, Landon approached us.Andrei was dying, but the gun was pointed at him, so I couldn’t move. I didn’t want him to get shot twice, but he was losing a lot of blood. “Aww,” Landon said in
I was at the mall when my phone started ringing. I could hear it ringing from the dressing room. I was trying on the yellow flowery dress the shopper had handed to me. She insisted I try on the dress because it would fit me perfectly. This dress was made for me in her words. The dress was halfway up when the phone stopped ringing. I didn’t have many people that called me, which meant it had to be important.By the time I had finished putting on the dress. My phone started ringing again. After the third ring, I came out of the dressing room wondering who would be blowing my phone up. I was thinking it would be Maxim. Maybe he wanted to ask me how my meeting with my brother went. Besides, he also had to meet with his brother. I opened my bag and brought out my phone. It was still ringing, I looked to see the caller and it was Mikhail. Mikhail usually called once and texted if I didn’t reply. This was extreme for him. Why was Mikhail blowing up my phone? I hope Maxim was okay. I pick
I walked out of the room and went downstairs hoping to see Andrei. I was worried about both men. One was physically hurt while the other was emotionally hurt, along with being imprisoned mentally. It was obvious he was not going to seek help from anyone, including me. It was what he was used to. He had been living that way all his life.As I descended the stairs, I saw Mikhail on the way. “How’s Maxim doing?” He asked me, obviously worried about his friend too. The house was eerily quiet, unlike other times, and it was expected, since everyone’s focus was on Andrei, hoping he would get better.“He’s not okay, but he won’t admit it. He’s taking a shower now.”“Okay.” He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. He was just as exhausted as I was, even if none of us were in the place where the shooting happened. Knowing Maxim didn’t tell me everything that happened, I asked Mikhail and he relayed the information to me as we went to the sick room together.I was in shock. I’ve always hated
Maxim Vasiliev~•~Andrei was getting better each day and he was finally awake, although still bedridden because the doctor wanted to keep a watchful eye on him. The bullet had hit very close to his heart. It was a fucking miracle he didn’t die on the spot. However, I was having mixed feelings, because anytime I saw Andrei, I remembered Landon. I never went back to check the state of the restaurant, but since it didn’t come up on the news, I had a feeling my men took care of it diligently.If Landon wasn’t so blinded by rage, he would have been alive by now. If I had been able to talk to him, maybe we would have been able to put this lifelong feud behind us. We would have been able to start over. We would have known the root of our problem was the man we called our father.Landon’s death affected me more than I cared to admit, but Brielle was able to see through me. She always made sure to stay with me at all times, only leaving when she had to force me to eat.I probably looked weak