Brielle Clarke~•~It turned out Maxim was not playing around. Debbie was looking smug when she entered the room while my mouth parted in disbelief.They did not use the bed, no. They stood right in front of me as Maxim used his teeth to pull off her thong.“Let me go, Max.”Maxim ignored me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing tying me up naked? This is harassment.”He did not even act like anyone was speaking. He bent Debbie right there and then, her hand almost touching her toes.Since his dick was wet from the blowjob I gave him, he did not waste any second thrusting into her. Debbie let out an unnecessary loud moan.“Fuck you, Max. Fuck both of you.”With every second that passed, I hated him even more and my heart hardened. I was going to leave this place, even if I died doing itI tried to think of other things, happy thoughts, but I realized I had none. I lived such a sad life. I wanted to start over. I needed to start over. Maxim was a toxic asshole. He grew up living
Maxim Vasiliev~•~As Mikhail dragged a screaming Brielle away, I collapsed on my chair, my jaw clenched.Did I take it too far? Did she really mean it when she said she hated me? Fuck, what have I done?I didn’t know how long I sat there, staring into space but after a while, Mikhail came back downstairs with a glare directed at me.“You’re not that heartless, Maxim,” was the first thing he said when he sat on the chair adjacent to mine. “It’s one thing to get rid of Caleb, which I don’t agree with by the way, but having sex with Debbie in the same room as Brielle? What the fuck is wrong with you?”My jaw tightened. “Stay out of this, Mikhail.”“No, I’m not going to stay out of it. She gave you her body, knowing fully well she was only getting half of what she wanted, but you still have to punish her.”“Oh and since you know her so well, what does she want?”“You, Maxim. Don’t be stupid.”I took a deep breath and looked away from him. I did not want anything that would end up in both
Brielle Clarke~•~Mikhail left me in my room after wrapping up my knuckles and went back downstairs. When he came back up, he was fuming, taking away my attention from my problems. “What is it?” It was the first time I was seeing Mikhail like that. He was not very involved in the mafia, but at that moment, it felt like he could kill a person for no reason. He was pacing around my room as if trying to dissolve his anger. “Mikhail, you’re making me worried. What happened?”He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Nothing. Just Maxim being his usual asshole self.”“Oh.” Maxim. I did not like thinking of him. I did not want to hear his name and I definitely did not want to talk about him. Only the thought of him hurt. I could feel my ache whenever his name was brought up. “Did you guys fight?”“We are not on good terms right now.”“Because of me?” I felt tears fill my eyes at that moment. Mikhail and Maxim were very close. It did not feel right to come in between them like that.Mikh
Maxim Vasiliev~•~I frowned when I heard my phone ringing and saw Debbie’s name flash across my screen.She never had to call me. I was always the one calling her and I had called her earlier in the day. Was she calling to cancel? She had never done that before.“Hello? It’s 5 pm. Are you not supposed to be here by now?” I questioned, going straight to the point. I had not brought her in for more than a week and I had been frustrated. I was not even certain it was sexual frustration. Brielle was not on speaking terms with me and neither was Mikhail. They made it known to me and everyone around that they were ignoring me.I tried to talk to them but it was not working.Sometimes, it was obvious Brielle wanted to crack and give in, but then she’d probably recall how I fucked Debbie in front of her and she’d strengthen her resolve.Okay, fine. I fucked up by doing that. I did not blame her for staying away from me. If someone I had feelings for did something like that, I’d probably cut
Brielle Maxim~•~While Maxim had been trying to get my attention, it completely ceased after the day he almost exchanged blows with Mikhail.Mikhail admitted that he riled up Maxim on purpose but that did not change the fact that he was about to hit his best friend. I knew his morals were different from mine but I didn’t know if I would’ve been able to handle it if they had injured one another.I was flattered that Debbie was chased away, but I did not like the aftermath of it. Maxim had ended up going to her anyway and as embarrassing as it was to admit, it pained me.I still liked him. I had feelings for him even if he was a jerk. Sometimes, I wished I could turn them off. I wish I would stop feeling. Fuck, I hated thinking about him but somehow, my thoughts were filled with him. It was crazy.It was yet another night that I could not sleep because I was wondering what the hell he was doing out. He came home later than he usually did. Was he working? Or was he having fun with other
Brielle Clarke ~•~I was finally able to make use of the library Maxim had made for me.I noticed that some of the books were missing which made me laugh. Some of the hardcore killers living in this house were also interested in reading. It was fascinating.While reading, I could not stop my mind from drifting to my birth mother. She was snatched away from me as soon as I was born and I was not privileged to even know the truth about it.That had to explain why I had brown hair and my siblings all had blonde hair. It was something they made fun of since we were little. I wondered when they knew we were half-siblings.Things changed for the worst when I was eight years old. Even before then, I knew my mother resented me but at eight, my siblings started to treat me the same way she did.Did she reveal it to them since then? How were they able to keep it a secret and continue treating me like trash? I had so many questions with no one to answer them.Was what Mikhail told me the truth?
Maxim Vasiliev~•~Unlike other days, I came home very early and was surprised to see that Brielle was not around.I was confused. If she wanted to go out, she asked me first.My first thought was that she ran away so I went to her room to check. There were books scattered on her bed. Has she been in a rush? Or was she distracted when she was running?I opened her closet and it was equally disorganized. Brielle was not a disorganized person. Her clothes from the previous day were not inside the hamper. They were on the floor close to it. I shook my head as I picked it up and placed it inside.I did not want to make a fuss yet so after helping her to arrange her closet, I went down to the basement, but she was still not there.I wanted to ask Mikhail since they were sort of close but I knew he was not going to answer to me, so I went to the tech room.“Good afternoon, boss.” One of my men was in there eating a snack.“Igor.” I acknowledged him as I sat down on one of the chairs in fron
Brielle Clarke~•~For the second time, I woke up to find myself in an unknown room. This time, I was not on a bed.My hands were restricted as they were tied behind the chair I was sitting on. My legs were also tied to the chair. I didn’t know what kind of rope had been used on me, but with any movement, they dug into my skin, cutting violently.I opened my eyes, blinking severally to get used to the harsh light. When I finally did, I noticed that there was a chair opposite me and a man was sitting on it.He looked like a typical Russian but he had a scar that ran from the left part of his eye down to his chin, making him look scarier than necessary.From my experience of being kidnapped, I knew not to panic because that was exactly what my kidnappers wanted.I looked toward the man who had been watching me sleep and I asked. “What is the time?”He looked amused but he checked his watch. “It’s past eight. You’ve been asleep for a few hours now.” His Russian accent was so heavy that I