Carlotta Angela Vasiliev is a 17 year old girl living with her adoptive Russian mafia family of 4 brothers and father. Ever since she was a child, she's had no sense of belonging, abused by the Swedish mafia in her youth, her Russian saviours are th...
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So I think we've already established my horrendous and toxic taste in men.
But seeing Gigi's eyes turn black, the strong tick in his jaw and the calculating gaze as he describes to me every way he's going to torture and slowly kill Santiago has me drooling.
Not literally, thankfully, I mean unless you count the wetness pooling between my legs-
Thats taking drooling to another level, I'm going to stop you right there-
But I'm staring at him all starry eyed, a little kitten on my lap whilst I sit on his, and just watch him as he becomes fiercely protective of me.
Shit, I'm falling hard for this man.
"Car? Are you listening to me, sweetheart?" Gigi's voice snaps me out of my daze, my eyes properly refocusing on his dark ones as he looks down at me in concern.
"Mhmm." I murmur, making him narrow his eyes at me disbelievingly.
"I said I don't want you staying in that house unprotected with Santiago there. You're taking some of my daggers home, okay? And that's a lot coming from me considering those daggers are my babies- well, second to you and Arabella of course-" Gigi rambles angrily, but very cutely.
I think I melt in his arms right there, not being able to stand another second of him not being officially mine.
What I said next I did not think over. I just fucking said it.
"Be mine." I murmur, kissing his exposed neck briefly.
Gigi stills beneath me, and I only just fully comprehended what I just asked him.
Fuck it, I've done it now I might as well be confident about it.
I lift my face to look into his and cup his cheeks, feeling the rough texture of his barely there stubble from a day's growth. "Be mine." I say again, more confidence this time.
He looks at me blankly, his eyes still dark but now void of the anger he felt mere seconds ago and replaced with something unknown.
He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing attractively as he does so. It brings my attention down to his neck, where I trace his Adam's apple with my acrylics, making him shiver, and wait nervously for his response.
"Aren't I supposed to be the one to ask you that?" He says deeply, looking me intensely in the eyes.
I smile at that and bring my eyes up to reciprocate his gaze, "You were taking too long." I smirk at him, making his face finally break out into a large smile.
His arms wrap around me tighter and bring me impossibly closer to his chest, "I've always been yours Car." He says, kissing me all over my face, making me giggle at the absurdity of the fact that this is Evangelos Kosmos, infamous Greek mafia Don.
