Property of the Dominant Mafia Boss

Brielle Clarke~•~My head was pounding when I woke up, and I could register sitting on cold ground.I opened my eyes to see I was in a small dark empty room. I looked down at my clothes, breathing in relief when I saw that they were intact. What did they want from me? Why was I here?I knew they would be dangerous people, but at least I knew my father was expecting me. He would know something was wrong, and he would start looking for me.As soon as I thought about that, I dipped my hand in all my pockets, not surprised when they came up empty. They had taken away my phone and my headphones.I took another deep breath, willing myself not to panic. I would be safe. My father would come for me. He had a lot of men. He would save me.I let out a surprised shriek when the door suddenly opened, and one of the men from before came inside. He had a scar on the left side of his forehead, almost touching his eye.As he walked toward me, I crawled sideways. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to

Brielle Clarke~•~Everyone let out a scream at the unexpected shot, including me."Shut the fuck up." The man snapped, holding the gun pointed at us. "If I hear a sound from any of you, you're next."The fear was palpable in the room, but we all tried to be as quiet as possible. I almost let out a whimper but I covered my mouth. No matter how bad my life was about to get, I was not looking forward to death.Satisfied by our compliance, he breathed out. "Number six."Number six was visibly shaking but she tried to keep a bold facade as she walked toward the guard.As soon they left, there were whispers all over the room and my eyes drifted to the dead woman every few seconds, reminding myself that it could have been me.I had to pull myself together. It was not the end of the world. I was only twenty-two. I wouldn't be in their shackles forever. I had a long way to go.Besides, how bad could it be?I cringed internally at the question. It could get very bad very quickly. I knew that.

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

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

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