Property of the Dominant Mafia Boss

Brielle Clarke, a shy and anxiety riddled twenty two year old was born into a family with a dangerous lifestyle. However, her father deems her useless to their family and decides to profit off her by selling her to an even more dangerous family. The head of the Russian Mob.

Maxim Vasiliev did not ask for a woman in his life but when his father brings Brielle as a present to him, he has no choice but to put her under his care. The ruthless and cold Maxim has no use for her but he knows she is better off with him than with his old predatory father.

When these two are forced to live under the same roof with no interest for each other, would they learn to fall in love? Or will the dark past of their respective lives get in between?

1. Family

Brielle Clarke

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I sighed as I took a step outside my bedroom. It was my haven, and I didn't dare leave unless it was mealtime.

It wasn't mealtime right now.

My hand was inside the pocket of my sweatpants as I clutched my cell phone tightly. Taking a deep breath, I went down the flight of stairs after checking to make sure no one was around.

I was hoping I wouldn't run into anyone. However, as soon as my leg left the last step, I bumped right into someone.

Avery shrieked at the surprise bump and pushed me back instinctively. I fell back on the staircase, groaning at the pain that sliced through my back.

Biting my lip, I tried to hold back the tears because it hurt like a bitch. I was sure it would leave bruises. "Watch where the fuck you are going, bitch." My sister barked out, and my face flamed in embarrassment as I wondered how they could cuss out loud.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, not bothering to stand up because she would just push me right back.

"Next time, I'll put a bullet between your eyes." She regarded me with a look of disgust before she resumed her walk to wherever the fuck she was going. Only then did I stand up, ignoring the sharp pain in my back.

"Little mouse, where do you think you're going?" I heard my brother's voice when my hand reached for the door.

I turned around slowly, facing him. Axel was the oldest of us and our only brother. He was thirty but still lived in the family house because he would take over my father soon.

He was clad in a business suit, and his blonde hair was slicked back with an insane amount of gel. His blue eyes were trained on me as he waited for my answer. Why did he have to be so damn nosey?

"Uh," I cleared my throat as I prepared to lie. "I'm just going to get a cup of coffee."

"We have coffee at home." He pointed out.

"Yeah, so?"

He raised an eyebrow