Property Of a Millionaire

30. Property Of a Millionaire

 fact: The words in Italics are spoken in Russian, the ones in italics and underlined are spoken in French

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Maximillion's Point of View

"It's been 5 fucking days! I'm not waiting any longer. There have been phone calls, messages, and threats being made to me and my partner who is currently in the hands of those fucking Chalamet's. I will take my 200 men and go with force to get him back and kill Malcolm and any of his accomplices." My father nodded his head at me, as well as the rest of my men except my uncle. Maxim.

"Are you foolish boy? Taking in 200 men against 300 is a death wish upon yourself and your boyfriend. Is that a risk your willing to take for some boy?" Anything and everything that comes out of his mouth annoy me, he was like an annoying piece of food stuck in between your teeth that feels like it won't ever leave.

"As official Don of the house, I agree with my son. If you're willing to take your men into this battle with a strategic plan, I am behind you." I thanked my father but my uncle got up and left the table, he was never interested in anything I have to say during these meetings, but I don't need him. I never did.

"The Chalamet's are somewhat masterminds, if what you say is true they won't hesitate on killing you the minute you reach their grounds." What he stated was true, but death wasn't one of my concerns. It was from Miles. It will always be Miles.

"That does not sound half as bad compared to what you did to me." I felt confident as I said it but regretted it once everyone looked at me confused and conflicted. My father quickly turned his head and looked at his brother with venom in his eyes.

"What the hell is he talking about? Maxim, what did you do?" I've never seen my father so angry in his life, it was as if he knew what I was saying. All these years, did he know?

"Nothing dad, please let's focus on one thing at a time." I breathed in through my nose and released it out my mouth to try and calm down. I don't know what that fucker could've done to my Miles in a matter of 5 days, but I wasn't going to wait to find out.

"I have a plan. I'll take my chances and execute it tonight." Everyone cleared the room except my father. Oh shit.

"What the hell was that about?" I rubbed my temple and sat down in the chair that was behind me.

"Nothing, it just slipped out." I had too many things on my mind and I just need to focus on Miles and his safety.

"Maximillion Ivanov, you're my only son and future Don to this family. You will talk to me and your mother after this whole thing goes down. You know I love you boy, be safe out there tonight." My father, Matveï, told me. He only was caring and whatnot when he was worried or if it was Annabelle. He kissed the top of my head before leaving me alone in the restaurant.

"Fuck me..." This was my first time taking a group of men and leading them straight into battle. It wasn't that I was scared to die, I was fearful for Miles. I pinched my inner thigh just thinking about Malcolm and what he was doing to my kitten.

I stopped thinking and decided to act. I knew what I had to do.

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I had to explain everything to the men coming with me and got on plan. We arrived at the mansion and it seemed like it was abandoned but guards were standing in the front, sides, and the back of the house. We were separated into 5 groups; 40 men in each for a total of 200. There was a mix of assassins, hitmen, and plain old shooters.

"The back is taken care of Don."

"Side A and B are taken care of Don."

Now it was just the center, left. Of course, this would be the one to cause the immediate trouble and alert the rest of Malcolm's men to come running out. I need to be thoughtful of how this next part plays out since I don't want Miles to pay for any mistake I've caused.