𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗟𝗶𝗲- cnco (on hoId)

𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳

CHARISMA

"Are you guys crazy?" The blonde, I believe his name is Richard screeches like a girl.

"As a whore in a church" Roma says and it earns her a snort from Brielle.

"We can't keep this from the cops. My dad is a good friend of one of the top detectives here" His eyes flash "He'll know"

"Well, our dad" Roma stands in front of him "Is head of the Russian Mafia"

"All the more reason"

Roma's about 5"5 but she seems to be taller than Richard at the moment.

Either that or I should get my eyes checked.

"The mafia spares no one" Roma counters

"Don't they ever get arrested?" Melina questioned

"Not alwa-"

"Zdravstvuyte*" My father's voice booms from behind us.

"Girls, you didn't tell me we will have guests over today" He motions to the group we'd brought home.

"Um, no, sir...we'll just be going now" Kaia says and I realise she's blushing.

Gross.

The other three women also seem to be blushing, much to the displeasure of the males.

"Nonsense.  I'm requesting you to stay for dinner" Papa eyes me in a way that tells me he's gonna interrogate me when they've gone home"

"Thank you, Mr Tchaikovsky" Christopher says but my father waves him off.

"Call me Jakub"

"Thank you, Jakub" Chris says without hesitation.

He catches me looking at him and winks, but not playfully.

I gulp.

"I think I'm gonna go out for a run today, I ate a big lunch" I lie.

"That's not healthy, Char" He says, giving me a look but doesn't stop me.

I run for miles and miles, closing my eyes, relishing the pain.

I can't sit with those people.

They remind me way too much of the old me.

The me that died along with Mama.

My entire body burns like hell but in a good way when I make it back to our sprawling mansion.

What I don't expect to see is my dad and Christopher talking and laughing like old buddies.

"Charisma" My father tips his glass of scotch towards me in greeting "Could you drive Chris home? His driver had an emergency"

They're on nickname bases now? Holy fuck.

"Why me?"

My dad raises an eyebrow meaningfully.

I sigh and point at my car.

"Get in" I say to Chris and he smirks.

"It would be a pleasure to" he mocks

A pleasure, my ass.

A/N ; lowkey wanna unpublish Sweet Melody and re publish it later but lmk what you guys think I should do

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