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 like it. My father was sick and crazy. His views were completely different from mine. If he assured me I would like something, I was bound not to."He bought you a gift with the money?" Mikhail snorted. He wasn't too involved in the mafia but he lived with us and was the one person I considered my best friend.I blew out a breath, throwing the knife in my hand at the target. It hit Bullseye. "Apparently."This morning, I was very surprised to hear that a million dollars was suddenly missing. My first thought was that someone had stolen from me but when I checked the transaction and saw that it had been transferred to the Italians, I knew it had to be my father.He was so cozy with them for reasons unknown to me. I never liked them and I was certain I wouldn't like whatever he got from them."Let's wait and see what it is then.""I can only hope it's refundable. I can easily replace the money with mine but I do not want to aid his bad decisions."Mikhail grinned. "Don't be like that, Max—""Maxim." I immediately corrected him. Max made it sound like I was American. I only had Russian roots.He rolled his eyes. "Maxim. I feel like I would like your present."Mikhail, however, was all American, but he was adopted by Russian parents back in Russia, hence the name, Mikhail. He had the typical American look; blonde hair and blue eyes. Fortunately, he had a Russian accent which he used to pull women. We became friends at a young age and moved with me to America when we were eighteen."Of course, you would." I threw another knife and it stuck just below the previous one. My aim was perfect and I didn't need any more practice but throwing knives was my hobby. It calmed me down.It definitely stopped me from going over to my father's house demanding to see the gift at this moment.I'd taken a break from work today after many months of working nonstop and instead of relaxing as I had planned to do, I was left thinking about what the fuck my father had done. I knew it couldn't be anything good.I was not a very curious man but he had me wondering which was why as soon as one of my men alerted me of my father's presence at the gate hours later, I didn't waste time stepping out of my office.When I reached the front room, he was already seated on the couch with a girl. Both of them stood up when they saw me."Ah, Maxim. It has been a while, hasn't it?"My eyes drifted to the girl beside my father. She had plain brown hair but I couldn't see her face because she was looking at the ground. I hated it. She was dressed in a little dress that didn't cover anything."I've told you to stop bringing your whore to my house." I raised an eyebrow at the man who birthed me. He liked them young and the last one he brought here tried to steal from me. "Is she even legal?"She flinched at the question but still didn't raise her gaze."Don't be like that, son. I brought her for you."I paused and my tongue poked the inside of my cheek. "This is the gift you bought for me."At those words, she finally looked up at me and I sucked a sharp breath at the intensity of her gaze. It seemed like she was just as surprised as I was."Yes. Isn't she pretty?""You spent a million dollars on a whore." I emphasized. "I can get pussy whenever the fuck I want and for free. Are you fucking crazy?""She's not just a pussy." He sighed like I was being the unreasonable one. "She has never been touched and I bought her for you because I know you're not settling down anytime soon. You can marry her or use her as your personal bitch. You don't have to look for a new woman to fuck every time. I'm sure you must be tired of all those clingy bitches. I'm doing you a favor, son."I flexed my fingers, trying to stop myself from getting too angry. She wasn't some whore then. It didn't even seem like she wanted to be here. "Does she even want this? I'm not going to rape her. What's with your backward thinking?""It's not going to be rape.""Do you want to have sex with me?"The girl blinked as if she wasn't expecting the question. "M-me?""Did you consent to this? You were kidnapped, weren't you?"She looked between my father and me as though she was scared to answer. Then, she nodded meekly. "Use your words," I added."K-kidnapped."I turned to my father. "You and everyone else involved in this are sick. I don't want her. She doesn't want me. Get her the fuck out of my house.""Fine." My sixty-year-old father shrugged. "She's already our property and if you don't want her, I'll just have her."Brielle Clarke~•~Maxim had no plans of making use of the toys anyway.It was very late at night and every sane person that was present at that party was asleep already, but not me and Maxim.I was naked and on my knees. The only accessory on my body was the collar that Maxim made me wear. It was black with a silver pendant that had his name on it. It was very derogatory, but it felt hot as fuck.Maxim had me waiting on my knees while he freshened up, which made me anticipate what was going to happen. Only thinking about sex with Maxim had my arousal dripping down my thighs and he hadn’t done anything yet.I heard the closet door open and my eyes snapped up. Maxim was still fully dressed in his three-piece suit, with his tie in place.“Who said you could look at me, whore?”My gaze dropped immediately before I could think twice about it. I heard him approach me and in no time, he was squatting in front of me.He lifted my chin, finally giving me permission to look. My eyes were stuck
Brielle Clarke~•~I knew Maxim had plans for my birthday, but what I didn’t know was that he planned to have a party as big as this.I almost chickened out from descending the stairs when I saw the crowd below it. Maxim had given me a black sleeveless dress to put on and Marina had helped me with my makeup and all that, keeping me inside the room for hours, giving him enough time for all the guests to arrive.“What’s this?” I questioned, my eyes stuck on the people who were eagerly waiting for my arrival.“I told you you deserve to be celebrated, baby. Didn’t I?” I was speechless. I couldn’t fucking speak. “That’s what this is. Now, stop putting on that alarmed face. One would think you were being kidnapped.” My eyes snapped to him and he raised his hand in surrender. “Too soon, I guess.”I laughed, kissing him shortly before he led me downstairs.“Happy birthday, Brielle.” They screamed in unison, making my pale face turn pink.It was night time already and I thought Maxim wanted to
Brielle Clarke~•~After the whole thing, Andrei helped me and my sisters get to the car and drove us home. Maxim didn’t even bother looking at me when we were leaving. I didn’t speak to him either because I knew he was in a difficult state. I didn’t know what to say to him and I didn’t want to say the wrong thing. “Take them home,” Maxim told Andrei. He didn’t flinch. He acted like he was okay like he didn’t just end his father’s life. Throughout the ride home, I was thinking of how Maxim felt. He was definitely angry at me because I wanted to shoot his father. Did I cross a boundary? But I only tried doing it because I wanted to protect Mikhail. “Are you okay?” Aubrey broke the silence in the car. I sat in the middle of both of them and hadn’t moved since the ride started.“Yes, I’m okay.” I lied. I didn’t want to talk about what just happened. I was still trying to process it. “It’s okay if you’re not okay. What happened back there must have been traumatizing.” She didn’t buy m
Brielle Clarke ~•~I looked up when I heard the door open, already knowing it was going to be Maxim.I felt awful. Maxim had seriously told me not to leave the house yet I did, putting myself and my sisters in danger, along with Maxim because who knew what his father wanted to do to him.From the snippets of conversations I’d heard around the house, Maxim had been provoking his father. Maybe, it was finally time for his father to retaliate and he was only able to get to Maxim through me.I was scared as fuck, but I felt even more guilty.Maxim looked right at me and took a step forward, only for his father to point the gun at me, making him come to a stop immediately. “Not so fast, boy.” He shook his head mockingly. “Are you that eager to save her?”I saw him clench his fists before putting them in his pocket. “What do you want?”“For you to undo all the stupid stunts you pulled.”“I’m sorry I can’t restore burnt buildings.” Maxim gritted out, unable to withhold his sarcasm even in
Maxim Vasiliev ~•~I received an enraged call from my father this morning. He was pissed as fuck, but that did not stop me from going on with my plan.When I woke up this morning, I saw that Brielle wasn’t in bed with me, which meant she was still mad at me, but I didn’t have the time to stick around and wait to apologize to her. When I was done dealing with my father, I would explain everything to her.“You’re not taking it easy on the poor man,” Andrei said. He had also been pained by my father’s betrayal because he was a man we all trusted.“He deserves it,” Mikhail replied from the back seat. “He should have seen it coming. He knows the kind of son he raised.”Not to brag but Mikhail was right. He did know the kind of son he raised. Unlike him, I didn’t hide any parts of myself. I didn’t pretend to be who I wasn’t, so he knew me. He knew what I was capable of and he knew how I’d react to a betrayal. Betrayals were something I didn’t take lightly because a betrayal could ruin the
Brielle Clarke~•~Just because I slept in the same bed as Maxim last night didn’t mean I’d forgiven him which was why I sneaked out of the bed early in the morning before he could wake up.It was a first for me.“Good morning, Mrs. Vasiliev.” Aubrey joked immediately after I answered her call.I rolled my eyes. “More like Miss Clarke.”“You could’ve fooled me. You said you weren’t sure about today because of your husband’s disapproval?”“He’s not my husband.” I gritted out, irritated by her teasing.“Okay, then how come he’s making decisions for you already?”I sighed. In the beginning, Maxim used to be very protective and controlling, but now, I knew that he wouldn’t tell me not to go out for no reason. He probably had something up his sleeve. The problem was that he didn’t trust me enough to tell me what it was and it aggravated me.That was the main reason I was ignoring him.He got so mad at me when I didn’t trust him and now that I trusted him with my life, he couldn’t share sma