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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It's currently Wednesday and I'm in the last period at school with Riot, Luca and Noah.
We had a substitute today meaning we basically fucked off the whole lesson and talked in the back of the class.
Thank the lord for substitutes who don't give a fuck.
My brothers tell me they're not going to be here tomorrow afternoon and evening, so I decided to text Andreas and ask if tomorrow was a good day to hang, which he was more than happy to agree to.
So to my brothers, that means I'm hanging out with my 'female friend from maths class'.
Hah, suckers.
I don't know what they're doing tomorrow but they just mentioned they have a massive meeting to attend and won't be back till late.
Riot, Luca, Noah and I are currently talking about my 18th birthday this Friday, and they want to throw a party for me Saturday night.
"C'mon we could totally do it at my place!" Noah suggests, trying to persuade me to let them throw a party.
"Who would even come?" I ask, dreading the idea of social interaction.
"Literally anyone, it'll be open invite. C'monnn." He whines, making me groan.
"Fine! If it'll get you to shut up." I finally say playfully, making them all grin in excitement. "You guys have to convince my brothers though." I smirk, making their grins instantly drop.
I laugh at their expense as the bell goes, signalling the end of the day and we all head out of the classroom, going our separate ways.
I was going over to visit my Russian brothers after school today considering they were worried about me after I ran off the other night. With lots of grumbling from my Italian brothers they finally agreed.
Apollo had texted me earlier on to let me know he was going to give me a ride to his place after school, which is weird since we haven't talked in forever. And we got into that weird fight a while ago.
Not feeling too excited to sit in a car alone with him, I huff reluctantly and make my way to the car park, where Apollo is waiting in the driver's seat due to the heavy rainfall at the moment.
I make a dash from the school entrance to his car and hop in the front seat as quickly as possible.
I told myself I'd be civil and not make this awkward, besides I'm sure we can still be friends.
"Hey," I greet him smiling, "Thanks for the ride."
He looks at me, then turns the car on and starts driving out of the car park, "Not like I had much of a choice..." He mutters.
Ok, so he's clearly still upset.
I stare out of the windshield awkwardly for a few minutes, watching the rain splash down onto the glass.
