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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The plane touches down and there are cars waiting for us on the airstrip.
We all stumble off the plane, high on good vibes and shaky from exhaustion due to the useless trip to Italy.
Andreas comes up behind Gigi and I, and hooks his arms around our necks, squeezing in between us. "You're a soppy bastard Gigi, you know that?" He goads, and I furrow my brows in confusion at what he's implying, but Gigi curls his lips in a snarl.
Andreas backs off with his hands in surrender, heading towards a car with a sleepy looking Mateo, "Hey man chill." He laughs, before looking at him with a raised brow, "And bro c'mon, you 'think'?" He deadpans, humour apparent on his face.
Gigi looks at him with a deadly glare, his fists clenched by his side, and I can do nothing but watch on in utter confusion.
Before Andreas leaves he turns back around yet again, "Car?" He says, and I whip my head towards him. "I love you." He grins cockily, sending Gigi a wink before slipping into the black Jeep with Andreas.
I furrow my brows, "I love you too." I mutter in reply, but he's already speeding down the airstrip, no doubt ready to spend time with Mateo alone.
I'm so happy for the two of them.
Gigi's hands come down on my waist, making me jump out of my thoughts and look up to him, my brothers waiting by their car.
"You're spending the night with your brothers, right?" He asks, and I nod up at him.
He smiles at me warmly and leans down to capture my lips in a delicate kiss. Though he doesn't forget to bite my bottom lip harshly before he pulls away, a reminder of what's to come when my brothers weren't hanging around.
"I'll see you soon. I'm glad your brothers are home with you." He smiles at me sadly, and I don't neglect to notice the void in his eyes.
He misses his brother.
I reach up and cup his face between my hands, "You have family with the Russians now. With me." I remind him and he smiles at me, turning his head and kissing my palm. "I'll see you soon, my love." I say, before giving him one last look and turning to get in the car my brothers are waiting around.
Gigi waits for me to get in and start driving away before he makes his way over to his own car.
"Yo Car?" Andrei calls from the driver's seat up front. I whip my head from the back window and turn to give him my attention. "As much as I like the guy," he says, glancing at me in the rearview mirror, "If I see him kiss you in front of me again I won't be as accommodating." He threatens, but I see the smile tugging on his lips.
Maxim laughs beside me, "Yeah, I'll unleash Machete on him." He snides and I elbow him from the middle seat where I'm squished between him and Levi.
"Fuck off, no you wont." I grumble, before smirking, "Not before we set our kids on you." I retorted back.
