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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Guilt has been eating at me for hours.
After Carlotta was taken into custody by the police, our father, Andrei and Milan immediately got to work on tracking her down, sending out specialised guards to follow her journey, wherever she is going.
Levi shut himself in his room, I know he knew that we would get her back, he was just anxious about her emotional and mental health, knowing the full extent of what she's been through in the past. He is always the most light-hearted out of us all, though when it comes to Car he is also be the most serious.
I, on the other hand, was a bit of a mess. I didn't eat or do shit all that day, too consumed by the guilt of putting her in that compromisable situation.
Realistically I knew it wasn't completely my fault, the dumbass CPS officers made assumptions quicker than Levi can get his head stuck between the banisters again-
Gods, that's a long story.
Lets just say it involved a shit ton of weed and about 4 bottles of Smirnoff vodka.
Anyways, I couldn't help but feel partly responsible for her being taken away. I wasn't really mad at her for throwing flour at me, we always fight and chase each other around to piss each other off, it just happened in the wrong place and at the wrong time.
It's currently early the next morning, and after a long night of no sleep, I decide to get off my ass and do something about this shit.
Taking a much needed shower and getting properly dressed, I head downstairs into the kitchen, where I hear hushed conversation.
Furrowing my eyebrows slightly, I apprehensively made my way into the kitchen, only to see my father and 2 older brothers sitting round the island with laptops in front of them.
They all had bags and dark circles under their eyes, empty whiskey glasses beside each of their laptops.
Looks like they've had a rough night as well.
"Maxim." My father greets emotionlessly when he sees me in the kitchen doorway. "What are you doing up son?" He asks.
I shrug my shoulders, "Couldn't sleep." I mutter, rubbing a hand over my tired eyes.
I see Milan look at me sympathetically, giving me a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"How's the search going?" I asked, my demeanor changing to one of business.
After a pregnant pause, Andrei cleared his throat, "Nothing so far." he said slightly defeatedly, "The guards haven't updated us since Car got to the station."
I nod my head, pursing my lips in thought, "What can we do?" I finally ask.
"Nothing until she moves from the station," Milan begins, "when we get track of where she's headed we can keep eyes on her until our legal team sorts out her custody."
