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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Waking up this morning was absolute hell.
After the heated conversations I had with my brothers last night, all I wanted to do today was stay in my nice warm bed with lots of food.
But no.
Here I am in Romeo's Lamborghini on our way to school.
Massimo took his own car as he 'doesn't want to be associated with us losers' at school. His words not mine.
All I know is that boy is thick as fuck, we literally share the same friends and eat lunch together.
Speaking of friends, I have yet to confirm my theories of Noah and Matteos involvement in the mafia as well.... Oh well, no time like the present.
"Hey Rome?" I question suspiciously.
He shoots me a skeptical glance from where he's driving the car, "Yeah...?"
"Soo, now that we're not lying and shit," I start, making him narrow his eyes at the road, "are you gonna tell me what's up with Noah and Matteo?" I question, wanting to see if he's gonna tell me willingly or if I'll have to beat it out of him, cause trust me I will.
His face immediately flushes, one of his hands leaving the wheel to scratch the back of his head nervously, "Uh, Matteo and Noah? What do you mean?" He chuckles nervously.
Bro, how is this kid in a mafia?
Let alone the Don's fucking brother.
I roll my eyes at his shit lying. "So what? German and English, no?" I say bluntly, looking at him with a bored expression.
"Ah! Haha, thank you Car for reminding me about our history test today. Yes the German and English did in fact fight in WW2-" He begins stupidly before I cut him off sharply.
"Oh cut the shit Rome, you know what I fucking mean." I huff, "You don't even take history dumbass."
Romeo glares at me from the corner of his eyes before picking up speed on the road, going dangerously over the speed limit.
I look at him with my eyebrows raised, "Is that supposed to intimidate me?"
He only pushes his foot down on the gas in retaliation, looking me dead in the eye.
"Okay Rome, point proven you know how to drive." I start, a little nervous now, "You can look at the road now." I chuckle.
He keeps eye contact with me, smirking as he watches me back down.
"Fine Rome, I'm sorry! You're not a dumbass, I take it back!" I give in, now that we're at least 50 miles an hour over the limit.
And with that his full blown smirks at me before turning back to the road and nonchalantly slowing down to a normal speed, a smug smile on his lips the whole time.
