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
Brielle Clarke~•~“Your sisters are here.” One of the men from the gate came to inform me about my sisters’ arrival. I wasn’t expecting them until 3 but it was only 2:15 pm. Why did they arrive so early? “Send them in,” I instructed him.I honestly had no idea what we were going to do. I didn’t know how I was going to manage to bond with people I’d hated my whole life. I didn’t want it to be awkward, so I told one of the men to set up the movie room and prepare snacks and drinks as well. At least no one is expected to talk during a movie. I went to my room to freshen up and prepare to face them. I put on the yellow flowery gown I had gotten from the mall the other day and threw on a pair of grey fluffy slippers. I heard the door open and I figured it was them and went down to welcome them. “Hi, Brielle.” Aubrey greeted me. She wasn’t even focused on me. Her gaze was focused on the beautiful interior of the house. She was probably admiring it and maybe wishing it was her here in
Maxim Vasiliev ~•~It was the third time I was visiting my father and this time, I didn’t bother to wait for him to welcome me at the door.I pushed the door open, strolling in like I owned the house. Two women who were slightly older than me sat on the couch having a conversation. One was blonde. The other was brunette. Just the way my father liked them.I wondered how they managed to live together peacefully without ripping each other’s heads off. Surely, my father must favor one more than the other. It was impossible for him to share his supposed love equally among them.Both of them stood up at my arrival. “Maxim.” The blonde one called out.“Where is he?”They immediately knew who I was talking about so the brunette pointed toward his office. Before they could say anything else, I walked right past them, heading for my father’s office.Andrei was a lot better now. He could go on with his life like every normal person but he had to avoid heavy lifting and hard labor. Aside from t
Brielle Clarke ~•~I was in the shower when I heard my phone beep multiple times. Who could be blowing up my phone again? The last time something bad happened. But I didn’t worry because they were just text messages and if it was something very serious I would have gotten a phone call.I took my time and did my lip and skin care before coming out of the bathroom. As I picked up my phone, I noticed the texts were from Aubrey. I couldn’t see the content of the texts because the phone was locked. I wondered why she was blowing up my phone. We weren’t very close yet so it was weird. Maybe she was just checking up on me. I dropped my phone to get completely dressed without looking at the texts she sent. After I got dressed, I went downstairs for breakfast. I had to eat alone because Maxim hadn’t returned the previous night. I was worried but I had been calling him all night and he didn’t respond. I didn’t know what else I could do. He had promised to come home but he didn’t.It was in
Maxim Vasiliev~•~I understood how Brielle was feeling but I was as much a victim as she was. I had too much shit to deal with and Debbie was adding to it by causing problems in my relationship. I didn’t even realize she had been at the club last night. I had promised Brielle I was going to be home soon but I didn’t go home. Instead, she was hit with a stupid ass video that made her question my fidelity.I had to deal with Brielle with a hangover.It was some unnecessary shit.I dialed Debbie’s number. I wanted to put an end to this shit once and for all, but she didn’t pick up. I called her repeatedly but she didn’t answer. It was the first time she was avoiding my calls. She was always eager to answer them, hoping to get fucked whenever I called her. Now, she was literally fucked.I couldn’t blame Brielle for acting the way she was. She had always been insecure when it came to Debbie. To date, she thought something could still be going on. It was my fault for even suggesting the id