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...
TW: foursome 😃 (not relevant to the plot, if u wanna skip u can xx)
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I'm dumb, I panicked. I ran again.
"Carlotta!" Andreas's voice roars from the living room.
Now I know why I ran again, I wanted them to chase me-
"Running won't get you out of this baby!" Gigi's rough voice rings out, and I skid down the bottom floor hallway.
"You owe us that favour!" Mateo yells out, and fuck I'm genuinely scared now, why the fuck did I run-
I make it to the end of the hallway, Gigi's office to my right, Andreas's to my left.
Either way this was a dead-end.
A laugh sounds out from the end of the hallway and I turn on my heel, seeing the only other exit blocked off by three bodies.
Fuck me.
"Something tells me you wanted us to find you." Andreas chuckles darkly.
Mateo grins at me deviously, and Gigi only stares, his green eyes dark and hooded.
"You're not getting out of this Car." Gigi calls out, and I rush to his office door, trying the handle, but of course he fucking locks his work office.
All the files and shit in there are illegal.
All three boys start making their way down the hall at a tantalisingly slow pace. I panic, trying Andreas's door as well, but coming out with the same result.
All I can do is back up into the wall, the three large bodies eventually caging me in.
Gigi leans down slightly so he's eye level with me, his hand reaching up to my face and stoking my cheek possessively.
"So pretty when you're scared." He murmurs, Mateo leaning closer to me from the right.
"Why are you shaking, hm?" He asks, voice a husk in my ear.
I hadn't even realised I started trembling, both from anticipation and fear.
I bit my lip, looking over each of them, "I'm cold."
Andreas chuckles to my left, shaking his head at me mockingly. "Liar." He states, locking his eyes onto mine, "Are you going to be good and give us what you owe us? Or are we going to have to make this more painful than it could be?" He asks, and my breath hitches.
Gigi smirks in front of me, and I watch his smiling eyes trail down my scantily clad body.
Only now am I realising that I'm only wearing sleep shorts and a tank top, my boobs practically spilling out the shirt.
His smile widens and he grabs me, flinging me over his shoulder as he makes his way back down the hall.
I protest and pound on his back, seeing Mateo and Andreas trail behind him, watching me with glee.
