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."Twenty-six."The woman next to me strode confidently to the exit of the room. Just like me, she had accepted her fate. She was going to make the most of it."Twenty-seven."Breathing in deeply, I willed myself to forget about the main reason I was here; my family had deemed me useless to them so my dad sold me off by pretending to want to meet with him.It was very low of him but I wasn't too surprised. I would've preferred it if he just married me off to one of these other mafia families.I shook off my thoughts and walked to him. He took hold of my arm and dragged me to the stage. I bit my lip, holding back a yelp at how tightly his fingers were clenching my arm.I blinked when he left me there.There were a lot of men in the crowd. It irritated me how many men were willing to buy a girl. This was human trafficking. This was slave trade. It was alarming how many people didn't have morals anymore."This is our twenty-seventh girl, Brielle Clarke." The announcer spoke up. So they knew my name after all. Murmurs broke out at my name and I dropped my head, knowing they were all surprised to find me there.My father was well known so they would probably be wondering what the daughter of a don was doing in a place like this."Yes, yes. She is the youngest daughter of Edward Clarke. She is a virgin, never been touched." Red dusted my cheeks. Why were they putting that kind of information out there? "She's a rare one and we're starting at a hundred thousand."I let out a quiet gasp. No way anyone was going to spend that much amount to buy a woman."One fifty thousand!" A deep voice proved me wrong. I didn't dare look up to see who was speaking."Two hundred thousand!"They kept increasing the prices, trying to outbid each other while I could only pray I didn't end up with a horrible person. Then again, if they were at such an auction, they were already horrible."Going for seven hundred thousand?" The announcer asked when it seemed like they had stopped bidding. "Going?""One million!"This time, my gasp was loud but nobody cared about me. I raised my gaze, settling on the man whose hand was still raised. I shivered visibly. He was older than my father. What could he possibly want with me?"Going for one million?"The men looked at themselves, unfortunately realizing that it was not worth it to go above that amount. I was hoping someone younger would outbid the old man."Sold for one million to Mr. Vasiliev!"Tears formed in my eyes but I was tired of crying. I was tired of everything.I was sent back into the dressing room and I stayed there with the other girls until they had successfully auctioned all fifty of us. Some men bought more than two women, making me wonder what they wanted.Was it just sex? Or did they have another reason?When the auction was finally over, we were distributed to our various owners."This is yours, Mr. Vasiliev." A random guard told him. The old man bit his lip lustfully as he looked at me. "Luckily for you, she doesn't cause much trouble.""She's sexy.""Yes. She has an appeal even without the endowments."My tongue poked the inside of my cheek as I stood there quietly. "Can I have her delivered to my house next week?""Of course, sir. As soon as we confirm your deposit, we'll bring her to you."Mr. Vasiliev nodded happily. "Good. It's always nice doing business with you Italians. You're not as bad as people say you are."I almost snorted. I guess everyone had their own definitions of bad.The old man squeezed my shoulder before he left the premises and I let out a breath of relief. I had a few more days before he would use me how he liked.But that only meant staying with the Italians for those few more days.They upgraded my prison to a bedroom with a bed and toilet because I now had an owner and my owner wanted the best for me. However, I was still not allowed to leave the room.I was locked in with no way of going out — trust me, I tried. The only time the door was opened was when a man was bringing in my meal.I preferred it to the cold ground I had been sleeping in prior to that.I had hoped I would have more time to myself but before I knew it, the time for me to leave came. They dressed me in a tiny short dress that made me uncomfortable. Unfortunately, I could not voice out my discomfort."Be good." The Italian boss warned me. "If I hear one complaint from your master, I'll punish you myself. I promise you that."I shivered, knowing what he meant by punishing me. I decided to be on my best behavior so I would never get to meet this man again.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
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