Property Of a Millionaire

38. Property Of a Millionaire

"I don't need any gun or fancy weapon to end this. It'll be my brother and I to the death."

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Miles' Point of View

My body twitches and aches. There was a familiar pain of the chains from when I was in captivity with Malcolm. I can't remember what happened after he choked me out in the restaurant, my memory was foggy but once my eyelids uncovered my eyes, I could see where I was. The time I spent here with Max, the good and bad memories. A weight on my body, brought pain to my back as it lowered my chest. Looking down, I could see a bunch of wires attached to the main circuit on the chest piece.

The sound of boots hitting the ground. The person was walking so slow, I could hear their heel clicking on the ground as their toes came next. "Oh you're finally up, that took a while."

"I only meant to knock you out a few hours, seems like I had a little too much fun." His finger danced around my nipple, the cold wind, and his tease hardening it. I could hear the voices of others speaking behind and around me. My eyes burned to open as I looked around and once again saw unfamiliar faces. Yet, this language didn't sound Russian. I remembered the french people speaking when I was being held against my will with Malcolm and this was very similar to it. Of course, Maxim would partner up with his family's sworn mortal enemy to do his dirty work. He was the lowest of the low.

"In a short few minutes, your boyfriend will be here with everything I've ever wanted. After our polite exchange, you can watch as I kill your lover and his family." He pouted and held my head up, gripping my chin in his grasp. He squeezed tighter, and just when my eyes closed, he released me. I gasped in a breath of air and spat on the fucker's shoes. I tried lifting my head to reach his face but I just couldn't. My body felt so weak. I am weak.

"I thought you would've had more fight left in you, guess you're just as weak as the others." The others? As if those people didn't matter, as if human lives were nothing to him. As if I was just nothing. Was I nothing? Is he going to just deal with me as he did with the others? My mother? His father?

"You w-won't lay a finger on h-him." My throat was so dry, I can't remember the last time I had something to drink or eat. His voice became low as his fist pounded on my cheek. My head was thrown to the side and blood came out of my mouth as if it was saliva.

"Guess you still got some sass in you, I wouldn't mind taking it out of you." He clenched a handful of my hair into his hand and pulled my head upwards, so my face was facing the morning sun. It was bright so I shut my eyes in wait for the next punch he was going to throw, "I wouldn't touch him anymore unless you don't want the deed." My eyes trailed to find where the voice came from. I would recognize that voice from anywhere. Down to the pitch, the tone of his voice, and how he paused at certain times to dramatize his sentences. My boyfriend. My Max.

"Котенок (Kitten)." His voice was pained. We finally made eye contact and I longed to be in his arms again, feeling his lips on mine, being with him. Max was far away from where I was tied down but close enough to where I could see the pain in his eyes as he looked at me. He wasn't alone. His father stood beside him, as well as hundreds of other men that stood behind them. All this, for me? Maxim walked up to them. They had a short standoff moment, glaring at one another, Max held a piece of paper in his hand, I'm assuming is the deed or whatever Maxim was bragging about. I couldn't just let him just give away everything he's earned. "Have your men stand down. I'm here for one matter of business only, no need for armed men to stand by." Maxim said. All a part of his plan. He wanted Max to get rid of his men so he could have him killed, hell no!

I bucked my hips, loosening the rope around my legs, arms, and waist. The heavy machinery on my chest, weighing me down as I tried to remove the ropes that bounded me to the gate. Looking back up, I only had a second to see Max before he looked away from me. All this over some deed.