Angel's Gravity [The Bratva Heart #1]

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I push my alarm button when it's ringing right all through my slumber land. Trying to sit, I place my pillow behind my back while searching for my water bottle on my nightstand. As I gulp the water down my throat, I look up at my wall clock.

Oh Damn! I'll be late on my first day of my senior year in high school. I quickly run to my bathroom and slam my door. After I'm ready with my appearance and school preparation, I walk down the stairs to my pregnant mother and my brother.

My father rarely at home in week days cause he has to go to Solntsevo, Moscow, to do his job that I don't know about. He never shares a story about his job and I also never ask. I don't know why, but I feel like it's not my business. So, I never bother to ask.

Fortunately he always have time for us in the weekends. And that's why we have so many guard around our mansion when my father isn't around. Each of us, has our own bodyguard. When he is around, we don't have a protocol as strict as when he isn't around.

I don't understand why he need to guard us like this. Again. He never shares. And I never ask. But to say that that thought hasn't crossed my mind is lying.

I often ask myself why doesn't he just move us out to Moscow? So, he doesn't have to waste his personal jet fuel every week and we can be a proper family like normal people do. I don't really get it to be honest.

Well, never mind, as long as he promises me, my mom and my brother that he will be at home in weekends. It's enough for me.

"Good Morning!" I smile widely as I greet my mom who currently putting our breakfast. I see my annoying identical twin brother who at the same time chewing his favorite omelete. Well, he isn't Vasily Anatoly Kalashnikov if he doesn't eat something when I see him. And here I am wondering how on earth he can eat like a bear from hibernation, but still doesn't have a problem with his inner function?

"Morning baby sister," Vasily greets me back while smirking at me with that annoying nickname. He knew I really dislike it when he treats me like I'm a little girl who don't know anything.I know he loves me to death.
Sometimes I don't get why my dad asks him to always by my side like he is my bodyguard. While I already have Ivan as my personal bodyguard. Why do he need Vasily guarding me all the time when I am at school? As if we have the same circle when in reality we  have a different circle.

"Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? I'm not a baby anymore," I pout as I grab my plate to my side and bring my spoon to my mouth to eat my favorite fried rice.

"See?! You just looked like a baby even more when you pouted like that," says my brother teasingly before burst into laughter when he sees me pouting my lips even more. Damn! He really is enjoying this.

"Tsk.Tsk. What do I owe you, God, to have such a beautiful twins like you two?" asks my mom to no one in particural while smiling, try to make it such a teased question. But, I always know my mom's sarcasm is in another level. Sometimes I can't even differentiate which one is just sarcasm and which one is just teasing.