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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I'm practically bouncing in my seat as I ride with Romeo to the racing venue.
As instructed by Mateo, I haven't brought a jacket and I'm holding his Jordans in my lap, excited to give them to him so we can finally match.
"So who are you racing tonight?" I ask Romeo, trying to distract myself from the impatience of getting there already.
"Some of the usual competition," he says with disdain, "Mateo, Trey and Cash will be there though as they're the only others who race amongst us." He continues whilst letting out a massive yawn.
I look at him like he's crazy, "C'mon big man, don't get tired on me now." I tease him, causing him to playfully glare at me from the corner of his eye.
"Nah, I'm not tired," he reassures me, "Talking about the competition just bores me." He says slyly through a smirk.
I laugh at that, purely for the fact that I don't know how he comes up with this shit on the spot.
"Lemme connect my phone to bluetooth," I say, ready to hype us both up with some Doja Cat.
We spend the rest of the car ride singing and dancing wildly to our queen and eventually pull up at a remote dirt track, full with lights, music and people.
We've parked in the area where all the racers' cars are parked, separate from spectators and other guests. Massimo pulls up next to us and we get out of our cars, Romeo and Mateo instantly approaching a man, who they talk to for a few minutes.
I'm assuming they're registering their cars for racing from my knowledge on how this shit goes. Maxim loves to race, and would often bring me to the majority of his races when Andrei and my adoptive father would allow.
As Rome and Mass talk to the man, I'm suddenly engulfed in a hug from behind and lifted off the floor. I squeal and smell Mateo's signature warm smell, calming me from the possibility of being kidnapped.
"What's up, Bugatti?" Mateo asks me, putting me back down on my feet and spinning me round so I'm now looking up at him.
"Bugatti?" I question with a raised eyebrow.
He smiles broadly at me before responding, "Well your name's Car and my favorite car is a Bugatti... it seemed fitting." He shrugs.
I shake my head and laugh at him, "Whatever you say Matty. Got my goods?" I ask.
He smirks and nods over to his car a few meters away. I follow him over and he pulls a package from the passenger seat, handing it over to me.
I smile up at him cheekily, "And what did we learn from this bet?" I ask snidely, looking up at him innocently.
"That tik tok thinks me driving is hot, and apparently so do you?" He replies teasingly, making my cheeks darken a few shades before I whack him in the arm.
