Lahat ng Kabanata ng Property of the Dominant Mafia Boss: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

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

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

Brielle Clarke~•~“Sit up for me, my love.” He coaxed, slightly pulling away from me. I sat up as ordered and he told me to raise my arms, removing my dress.I was left in my bra and panties that didn’t match, but Maxim didn’t care about that. His hand reached behind me and he unclasped my bra in one swift move. He discarded the material, exposing my breasts. The cold air hit me on the chest but it was soon replaced by the heat of Maxim’s mouth.“Oh fuck.” I arched my back, subconsciously pushing my breasts further into him. He pushed me back so I was lying down and started kissing down my body.He kissed a particular spot on my ribs. “You never told me how you got your scars.”I tensed at the question. I thought Maxim didn’t care about it. He had never brought it up. He never made it obvious that he saw them whenever I was naked. It was weird. We had never talked about it and I was hoping we never did.“Relax.” He kissed the scars again. “I just want to know what you’ve been through

Brielle Clarke ~•~“Father wants to see you.”“What the fuck for?” Those were the first words that came to mind and I could not stop myself from saying them.The man I called father had deliberately sold me by tricking me to meet him at a bookshop. He wanted to get rid of me, not caring about the kind of person I’d end up with. And he suddenly wanted to see me? It had to be a fucking joke.Axel sighed. “He said he wants to talk to you,”“Why didn’t he call me himself then?”“Would you stay on the call if you knew he was the one speaking?”He caught me there. That was true. I didn’t want to see my father, but there were unanswered questions I had. I needed answers. I needed clarification. I needed closure.“Let him come to me.” I felt more comfortable when I knew Maxim was around because my father wouldn’t dare hurt me in his presence. Even if Maxim wasn’t around, most of his men would be close by. Axel kissed his teeth. “You know he can’t do that.”“Why?”“He and your boyfriend are

Brielle Clarke ~•~Looking at the man that birthed me, I was supposed to feel hate. I was supposed to despise him, but the only thing I could feel was fear.My mind immediately traveled to the times when I was younger and wasn’t allowed to enter his office. Disregarding that rule always ended up in me having a sore body from being whipped.I gritted my teeth. While my father was harsh on all of us, I feel he hated me more. For some reason, he liked seeing me in pain. He reveled in my fear. He fed on it.From the small smirk on his face, I could tell he knew I was still scared. I shook my head. I was no longer under him. I had no reason to be scared of him. He wouldn’t hurt me. He couldn’t hurt me. I wouldn’t give him that power.I relaxed my stiff body, reminding myself that Maxim was still out there and he had killed men for touching me. It was sick to admit but my father wasn’t any different.I cut down the shyness and there was a new air of confidence around me as I looked him in