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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Ever since Carlotta was taken from us when she was three years old, things had never been the same. Yes, I know that's cliche to say, but you never know the full extent of that truth until you live it.
We'd already been in a rough place at the time. Our mother died during Carlotta's childbirth, leaving our father heartbroken. No, he didn't blame Carlotta for her death or any of that dumb shit, he was just utterly and emtionally destroyed.
He poured all his time and attention into us, especially Carlotta, being the closest thing he had left of our mom. As great as that was for us as children, he neglected his responsibilities with the Italian mafia, leaving us vulnerable.
Seeing as he was not emotionally stable to continue his role as Don, his trusted second hand took over for a while, until Angelo was properly trained to be the next, and youngest mafia don.
Though our father loved us more than anything, it eventually did us more bad than good. He wasn't capable of taking care of us properly, leaving responsibilities usually done by parents up to the older siblings, that being myself, Angelo and Giovanni. Angelo was primarily busy with school, as well as training rapidly to become the next don. Giovanni wasn't, and still isn't very emotional, lacking a maternal or paternal instinct that came with looking after someone.
That left the maternal role to me. I've always been happy to take it, looking after my siblings is always my number one priority, and became even more so once our father died when Carlotta was two years old. The emotional stress and heartbreak finally caught up to him, cutting his life short and cutting him out of our young lives.
That's when things really started to take a turn. Angelo was preparing quicker than ever to earn his role as Don. Giovanni began his physical training, learning to fight and use weapons religiously. Massimo and Romeo, still being extremely young boys, were confused about our fathers death.
I mean, how do you explain death to such a young child?
Carlotta would have been too young to remember anything, whether that is good or bad, I'm not sure. I continued being the maternal figure to all our brothers, as well as training a little in medicine on the side to heighten my capabilities as their carer.
The one thing that kept us all sane was Car. Her resemblance to our mother and our fathers strong love for her kept us united. We all felt a collective responsibility to protect her from the world, and especially from our world.
When she was taken at three years old, we had no idea who took her or how she was taken. Whether it was an underground related kidnapping, or it was just a coincidental one.
However when you're brought up in an illegal world, you tend not to believe in coincidences.
Her absence made everything worse. After losing our mother, father and then our sorellina, our young bodies couldn't handle the emotional pain.
