Good morning, afternoon, night, wherever you are.
I hope everyone is having a good day and if your not I hope this helps you escape reality for a little while.
Stay strong, love you all x
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Come on Christian.
My brain repeats numerous times. I had been impatiently waiting in a dark, abandoned corridor for roughly five minutes (more like thirty seconds) and the tension grew larger as I became more aware that it would only be a matter of time before the Russian fucks had figured out I wasn't trapped in that dungeon of a room.
This slow fuck.
I was nervous, but it drove my excitement and adrenaline pumped itself vigorously through my veins.
In this moment I was virtually unstoppable!
Unless you threw Tupac I front of me, then I guess we can negotiate.
Just as I was about to loose the little hope I was so dearly clinging onto, I felt an abnormally large hand yank me backwards through a door, I felt as if I was being pulled into a portal.
Rick and Morty who?
Startled and frightened my reflexes kicked in harshly elbowing the motherfucker in the face. Turning around, ready to launch another punch he calls my name...or the dumb nickname he gave me.
"Vienetta its me." Christian exclaims.
Vienetta? Yes he's fucking serious.
Relief washed over my face as I jump into him, embracing him into a heartfelt hug.
Yes I'm emotional and I missed my big brother so much that I almost broke down into his shoulder.
Pulling away I slapped him in the back of the head, "and my name is Sienna not fucking vienetta." I roll my eyes.
"Sorry Sisi." He chuckles, playfully wrestling with me.
It's what Aiden calls me.
That one isn't to pleasant either.
Eventually...by eventually I mean a very fucking long time, he stopped laughing and I slapped him in the face again.
"What the fuck is this?" I practically yell pointing towards his newly grown facial hair.
"A beard." He raises an eyebrow at me.
"And what the fuck possessed you to do that?" I screw him.
"Well I have a son, grown man shit, you know?" He starts.
"I think I might retire and become one of those football dads." He tells me.
Oh god, I can already imagine it.
Shaking my head, "how is my little bubba anyway?"
I never realised how much I missed Aiden until this very moment.
And a thought rushed over me of having a little one of my own. God not now.
"He's...not so little." He replies cautiously.
"What do you mean?" I stare at him in confusion.
"You will know what I mean when you see him, trust me." He chuckles both angry yet with humour.
Alright emotionless shut it.
"Can we like leave before we both get caught and um get a pole shoved up our ass then painfully die?" I sarcastically smile.
"The second option seems very convincing." He jokes before nodding towards me.
"Give me your elbow." He tells me.
Sorry what?
"You want me to give-you-my-elbow?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
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Mafia princess
RomanceWhat does it mean to be a family? More so, what lengths do we go to for family? Sienna D'Angelo was a regular girl with an unusual upbringing. She always felt out of place in her lifestyle, though it wasn't until he mothers death where she found out...
