Brielle Clarke~•~I stood in front of the said boss, trying my best not to shake in fear. The man from earlier had warned me that his boss was not patient. He had me clean my tears before taking me to him."Turn around." His Italian accent was thick and I could barely understand what he was saying but I turned around, knowing it wouldn't take long for him to take my life if I dared disobey him.I didn't know what he was looking for but he didn't seem satisfied because he sighed."Face me."I had not spoken a word since I was pushed inside this room but that did not mean I didn't have anything to say. I just knew I had to keep my words to myself to avoid death."Take off your clothes."I had accepted my fate because I knew things like this happened in the mafia frequently and the fact that my father sold me out meant I had no one to come to my aid.I wondered if my siblings knew about this. I wondered if my mom did. Would they miss me? Would they even care that I was gone?Before I left the house, my mom had made a remark saying she didn't care if I came back or not. Her wish was being granted. I was taken forever."What?" The first word since coming inside his office escaped my mouth at his ridiculous demand."Take off your clothes, now." He repeated, a warning in his tone. "I will not ask again."My lips quivered as I began to pull off my sweatpants. When I was left in my bra and panties, I stopped and he raised an eyebrow. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me."You are my property and I could very much fuck you if I please but I am not interested in virgins. Lose the underwear. You are testing my patience."He wasn't going to have sex with me. That was a good thing but that didn't mean I wanted him to see me naked. I didn't want any man to see me naked. Being naked in front of anyone willingly would take a great deal of trust from me and my willingness to be vulnerable in front of him or her.However, I had no choice but to take off my bra and panties.He hummed in satisfaction when I was done and he finally rose from his seat. He was tall and broad. I looked like a twig compared to him as he stood before me. I was happy he didn't comment on my body.Without saying anything, he cupped my breast and I automatically closed my eyes, wishing this would pass as soon as possible.He tsked and moved his hand to my private part. A whimper escaped my mouth when he suddenly pushed one finger inside.It hurt badly. I had never had anything up there and at the moment, I was drier than the Sahara desert. Luckily for me, his finger didn't spend much time inside me."You really are a virgin. You can put your clothes back on."I hurriedly picked up my clothes and dressed up in seconds, ignoring the fact that he was watching me."Not many men would pay to fuck you, so I think you'd be better off sold to one at a higher price."On one hand, I was devastated because I would be getting sold again. On the other hand, I'd never been happier to have such a disgusting body. If I didn't, it was possible that different men would be sleeping with me every day.Only the thought was irritating enough.I'd rather have one man force himself on me than a new man each day.I sounded crazy but I knew there was no escaping this. My best shot was trying to escape at my new place and even that would be risking my life.Another man was called to escort me. I tried to look for possible escape routes while at it but the numerous guards stationed everywhere told me it was impossible to run.I wasn't taken to the room I had woken up in. I was dumped in a different room; a bigger room with more women.I didn't ask many questions but I knew we all had the same fate.That night, I cried myself to sleep as well as the next two nights after that.The girls around me regarded me with looks of pity but none of them were hostile enough to scold me for being noisy as they had been in there for a longer period and had gone through what I was going through at the moment.On my fourth night there, two new girls were brought in. From the conversation between them, I could tell they had been kidnapped as well but at least, their father didn't sell them off.They had been coming back from the club when a van suddenly stopped beside them.It was sad that the lives of women were in constant danger but there wasn't much we could do about it when most of the police were affiliated with the mafia.With only a few clean ones, one wouldn't know who was good and who was bad and decided not to risk it. The mafia did not spare snitches and everyone in the city knew that.On our fifth night, we were all brought out to be dressed up in expensive dresses and glamorous make-up. We were to be sold off and they wanted us to look our best while at it. It was sick.We were in the supposed dressing room that they had taken us to in a van and we were being taken out one after the other."Number five." One of the harsh guards called out. They didn't even care about our names and we had been given numbers. I was number twenty-seven. "Number five." He repeated.We all looked around, our eyes settling on the girl who had the number '5' around her neck. She was sobbing recklessly and her makeup was ruined. Drops of mascara stained her white dress and no matter how much she tried to keep her composure, she could not.The guard set eyes on her and his face twisted in irritation. "You have to be fucking kidding me."Before anyone could register it, he pulled out his gun and with a perfect aim, shot her in between the eyes.
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.
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 li
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 I had
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