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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Angelo brought me into the kitchen after I'd dumped all my shit into my room and changed. He looked like his normal self; still in a ridiculously expensive Armani suit and gold jewelry. His face didn't give anything away to what we could possibly be discussing.
That does nothing to calm my nerves.
He leaned against the kitchen counters, crossing his arms over his chest as he nodded to one of the bar stools for me to sit down.
I reluctantly did, waiting for him to say something as he analysed my face with his ever calculating gaze.
"Angelo, whats-" I began, trying to get him to finally spit it out.
"I called Andrei." He said matter-of-factly, making me drop my jaw and gape up at him.
I was not expecting that.
Before I could even question him, he expanded on his vague ass response, "Look, we need to handle this like adults. Fine, the younger brothers can have their fucking rivalries, but I'm 26 years old and responsible for all of you. I thought about what you said and you're right." He said, making my eyes widen in shock.
He's actually admitting I was right?
Call it little sister privilege, but I can bet I'm the first person he's said that to.
"As much as I hate to admit it, Andrei and his brothers were there when we couldn't be. I owe him at least the benefit of the doubt." He admits, making me grin at him manically. "I've invited him and his brothers over for dinner on Sunday night."
At that I jump up from my barstool with a shit-eating grin and launch myself at Angelo, wrapping my arms around his large form. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I say, muffled by my face being crushed into his lower chest.
After a minute's hesitation, he wraps his arm around me tightly, holding me against him. "I can't make any promises, but we'll try." He says in response. I grin impossibly wider. Angelo is my favorite brother today.
I pull back to look up at him, catching a rare tilt of his lips upwards, in a somewhat soft smile. "You're smiling." I state, teasingly.
He immediately drops the half-smile, sending me a glare before he rolls his eyes and shoves me away roughly. I stumble slightly, before looking back at him in a teasing manner.
He looks defensively, crossing his arms again to put a barrier between us. I ignore the action and go to hug him again, albeit awkwardly.
I hear him mutter a protest before reluctantly lifting me off the ground, making me squeal a little, as he bear hugs me.
Aw, so he is a big softie afterall.
He kisses the top of my head after I mumble out another "thank you."
"Qualsiasi cosa per te principessa. Ti amo." he murmurs into my hair, before releasing me to the floor again. He sighs deeply before looking down at me, "Now, we just need to tell your brothers."
