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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We'd finally made it to the mall, after fighting with Car about which Lamborghini we were taking-
Which she pulled the 'lost daughter sob story' card for by the way-
She chose Massimo's lime green racing lamborghini, a decision he was far too happy with and resulted in me being booted to the back seat.
Fuck that.
I did however, have control over the bluetooth speakers, quickly making them both regret their decision.
When we arrived at the mall, we spent more time looking for parking than driving to get here.
Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of parking available, that wasn't the issue.
"Just pick a damn parking space already!" I yelled at Massimo for the tenth time.
"How many times do I have to explain, I can't have il mio bambino too close to any other cars, she can't be damaged!" He yelled back frustratingly.
(my baby)
"Oh! Look over there! That would work no?" Carlotta suddenly exclaims, pointing to a single parking space in the back of the lot, two trees either side of it. "Look, see, no other cars can even park anywhere near your baby huh?" She said convincingly.
Massimo grinned now slightly, happily driving the lambo over to the parking spot.
Bi-polar bitch.
"Good eye, principessa." He muttered as he reversed the car into the space, grabbing onto Car's seat as he turned to look out the back windshield.
(princess)
Once the car was parked, safe and sound, we all got out of the car and started heading towards the mall entrance.
Which of course was ages away as we had to park as far away as godsdamn possible.
As we were walking, I slide up beside Car and sling my arm around her neck, "So what stores are we hitting up first? We need stuff for your room and clothes and shit right?" I asked, looking down at her.
She pursed her lips cutely in thought before nodding, "Yeah, I didn't have time to grab all my clothes when I got sent over here." She shrugged.
"Well, buy anything you want today, bambina, Angelo gave us his card." I winked at her.
(baby)
She stopped walking abruptly, "No, no I have my own money I can buy stuff for myself." She said firmly.
"Hell no, we'll buy your shit for you." Massimo speaks from behind her.
"Seriously, I have mone-" Massimo cuts her off by wrapping an arm around her neck and putting his other hand over her mouth, making her look up at him standing behind her.
