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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"You what?" I say, sounding slightly more angry than I meant to.
I'd heard about her ex twice, the first time was when she was over and played 20 questions with Andreas and I. She mentioned her body count was 1 and that she had an ex-boyfriend.
I know it shouldn't but that piece of information has been pissing me off for the past few weeks.
It's not even the fact that she had a past relationship, or has had sex with other people.
Hell, her body count could be 50 and I wouldn't bat an eye. Who am I to control or judge what other people do with their bodies?
No, that wasn't the issue. It was the second time I heard about him that got me pissed off.
She had mentioned this kid would never go down on her, though she was expected to go down on him all the time.
I'd get on my knees for that woman any time she asked.
Car looks a little taken aback at my angry outburst but I reign in my emotions and give her an apologetic look. She leans back into my chest and places her manicured hand on top of my thighs, her thumb rubbing me subconsciously.
I relax and sit back for her to continue, resorting to clenching my jaw to school my reactions.
My dentist is going to hate me...
Car looks at Mateo and he looks back at her reassuringly, confirming my sneaking suspicion of Mateo already knowing about whatever this is.
Andreas notices too and sends me a worried glance, not knowing what to expect of what Car's going to tell us.
"I don't even know where to start." Car groans frustratedly, "We got together just as I turned 16, he had just turned 18." She begins, "I was young and naive and he was charming and good looking. My brothers had been so restrictive of my life, and I guess I wanted to rebel, wanted to choose something for myself for once.
"He was always controlling and manipulative, but in the same way, so were my brothers. I've never had any maternal figures in my life apart from Astrid." She mentions and looks to Andreas warmly, who smiles back softly but I can sense him getting angry, "So I didn't really know any better. I just thought it was normal for all men to be like that." She shrugs and I bite my lip.
I'm by no means the perfect man- at all- but the fact that she grew up with that premonition of men?
Sick.
"Anyways, that's kinda how the relationship just went, and we fell into that kind of dynamic. It wasn't until the end that he fully snapped, finally pushing me over my limits." She breathed, and I could see her getting a little self-conscious.
Her hand is still on top of my thigh, so I put my own hand on top of hers, grabbing and squeezing it reassuringly. She looks up to me briefly before looking at Andreas as she says the next words.
