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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After Carlotta fell asleep last night, the boys' friends left shortly after.
Santiago stayed over though, he usually lives with us for short periods of time. He's like a brother to us all, having been with us since we were very young.
Santi controls the police segment of our mafia, making sure we are protected and undetectable. After he called us with news of Carlotta, he said he'd be back at some time in the future, and we were all happy to see him show up on our doorstep.
What I wasn't happy about though was how close he and Car already seemed. I know they got to know each other at the station, and that Santi knows her from when we were young but still. I didn't like it.
Even worse, all those teenage boys were round here yesterday, stealing glances at her whenever they could. I know she's new to our household and they're all fuckboys, but they should know she's off limits, universal bro code.
It's already 10 in the morning when I finish my morning workout in the gym. I use a towel to wipe some of the excess sweat off my upper body and head to the kitchen for some breakfast before a shower.
Romeo, Lorenxo and Massimo are already here eating. I say a quick good morning before grabbing some food for myself.
"Is Car still asleep?" I ask, to which everyone nods and murmurs a 'yeah'. "How the fuck is she sleeping this long?" I shake my head disapprovingly.
I've been up since 6am.
"Are you talking shit about me?" I hear a small voice from behind me. I turn my head round to look over my shoulder, seeing Car standing fully clothed and ready for the day.
I only grunt in reply to her question, before feeling a small first try, key word being 'try', to punch my bare arm.
"Son of a bitch!" Car suddenly yelps, shaking out her hand which she used to punch me with.
I look down at her, unimpressed, and raise an eyebrow at her actions.
"Ew and you're sweaty too, gross." She comments, now wiping her hand on Enzo's shirt.
"Hey!" Enzo swats her hand away, "I don't want Gio's gross-ass sweat on my shirt, thank you very much." He scolds.
"Couldn't you have taken a shower before you ate?" Car turns back to me and asks, looking at me with a cute scrunched up nose.
"Maybe you shouldn't have tried to punch someone twice as big and thrice as heavy as you." I grumble out lowly, pointing my fork in her direction.
She only rolls her eyes and turns to get some orange juice out of the fridge.
Massimo starts making idle conversation with Enzo as Romeo and Car pick on each other about their juice choices, Rome having apple and Car having orange.
Just as Car and Rome were about to get into a physical fight about it, Angelo steps into the kitchen, wearing his formal work clothes.
"Morning guys." He says distractedly, going to make some coffee. "Is Car up yet?" He asks.
