36. Property Of a Millionaire

                                    

                                          
Maximillion's Point of View
Clock. Watch. Phone. Sunset.
I kept checking every 5 seconds waiting for my platinum-haired, nose ring, pink plump lips, and round-ass boyfriend to walk through the front door of his apartment. After his lunch with Alana and his other friends, he never came back to work, I assumed it was to visit his father and Pom but I was wrong. I decided to call Alana and ask her what happened during lunch but she had no clue either.
"Well when we were about to leave, this guy came over to our table but Miles said he knew him." I scanned my mind for every person Miles had ever talked about or introduced me to.
"Any details about the man that stood out?" She stayed silent for a while, thinking.
"He had jet black hair, like yours. Um, he had blue eyes, like yours. Now that I think about it, he kinda looked like you, but creepier." Fuck.
"Anything else? A tattoo maybe?" I waited for her to say no. I wanted her to take that thought out of my head. I wanted her to say it was something or someone completely different.
"Now that you say that, yes. A small snake, in between his pinky I think? Or his ring finger? Why? Is Miles okay? Hello?" The phone slipped from my hand before I grabbed my jacket and car keys from the kitchen island. My mind was all over the place, this entire place smelled of him. My Miles. Because it was his home. 
"Sorry, he um should be fine as of now. Thank you, and cancel any meeting that I have for the rest of this week." Before she even responded I hung the phone up and started the car, I raced down the empty road to my parent's 2nd home. After the recent bombings and attempts on our lives, we've pretty much relocated for safety and security. But now I fear for the safety and security of my boyfriend. 
"Max? Maximillion are you alright? Have you been crying?" I pushed through security at the front doors and bombarded my father's study, where he was having a meeting with a few people.
"Max, are you alright son? What's the issue? Where's Miles?" My mother was always asking for him, she did take a liking to him instantly.
"Maxim," I told him. Father cursed aloud, startling everyone in the room. He dropped his head at the name of his brother. Everyone excluding myself, my father, and my mother left the room in a hurry. I held my head tall, before telling them everything that happened.
"I'm going to kill him. I will rain down hell on that man, he is no brother of mine." The hatred and venom in his voice sent terror to my body. My mother walked over to me and held my hand in her smaller feminine ones.
"Are you sure it was him? We need to act immediately to get Miles to safety, the poor boy has been through enough." She was right. I mean, when wasn't she?
"Max, what is the plan? As Don, you take control. What we do for Miles and what are we going to do with that man." He can't even come to terms and say his name. Just like my father, I don't address Maxim by anything except his name, nothing more. Suddenly, my phone rings from my pocket, a call from that man.
"It's grandma's house." The call was coming from Russia. My grandmother doesn't normally call, only unexpected visits from her so this was abnormal.
My father rushed to my side before I could even pick up the call. There was a sense of emergency or trouble written on his face. "It's him then. Pick it up, if he's over there then my mother might be in trouble."
"Look at this, my two favorite boys in one place at one time." Maxim's face appeared on the small screen of my phone. I could see the Ivanov mansion in the background of his setting.
"Where is Miles you fowl human being?" At this point, my father took the phone in his grip, screaming and cursing his head off at his brother, and Maxim doing the same thing. I tried to get the phone back while my mother yelled at all of us for shouting and yelling. It was truly a mess. Voices being heard from all of us, either in English or Russian, until Maxim finally flipped the camera from his disgusting face to that of the front of the mansion.
"YES! There it is, the face I've waited years to see. After I killed my father, he made me promise not to harm you, his precious son. I wanted to watch you break and fall after that, now is the time. I broke your son but it looks like this whore might've picked the pieces back up." There on the screen, a shirtless and unconscious Miles strapped to the front of the mansion with what looked like explosives on his chest. His head was dropped down, facing the ground as if he was sleeping. Or that's what I prayed for.
The camera was being suddenly flipped back to his face. I knew this like it was the script of a play, once he had something or in this case, someone, I truly cared about, he's going to make a threat for the safety of Miles. "I want the title of Don for the family, both you, brother, and my dear nephew will bring me Maksimillion deed with my name on it. I'll let your whore go, or else everything goes up in a boom."
"If you think we will submit to your needs, you're an idiot. We will come with fire and blood-" Father started to say before getting cut off by his brother.
"-and rain down on me... yeah I know that. Sadly still an Ivanov." He rudely stated.
"Why would you do that? I still had more to say to that bastard!" I hung up the phone call so I could think. If those two kept going back and forth, we would go nowhere. I needed to focus on how I was going to kill that fucker and get what's mine back safely.
"Dad I know you're pissed, as am I but we need to focus and concentrate. If he's in Russia, that's our benefit. He's on turf. Our homeland. We have the upper hand as long as he stays in the mansion I need to make sure grandma is safe before we push forward. I can't lose both of them to the hands of that monster. " I breathed out. I know I was disrespecting the current Don of the house but it had to be said, I looked away from my father just in case he was pissed.
"Y-You are the true Don of the Ivanovs. Spoken like a true Don. Acting as a true Don. Leading like a true Don. You make me so proud son, I care so much about you." It was my first time seeing him so raw, vulnerable, so open. The tears fell from his eyes as he looked at me with pride. He threw his arms over my shoulder and pulled me into a tight bear hug, he kept crying and crying.
"I care about you dad, you too mom. Get in here." She pouted before jogging over to our very 'manly' hug. I squeezed both of them tightly, while we cried in each other's arms. Knowing if Anna was here, she would've taken a picture of this. I care about all of them, they care and support me even though I was a bit of an asshole back in the day but they cared about me regardless. I guess that's what true love is.
I just need to let Miles know. How much he means to me. He's my world. My котенок. 
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