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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We've just pulled up to the restaurant my father wanted to have dinner at.
It's safe to say after I broke down in the kitchen there was a lot of yelling. Mainly directed at Santiago, who they figured out had someone over for the night and that's what made me drop the coffee.
Apparently Angelo had some rule set down before I came saying no girls should be brought over to the house or something like that.
Santiago obviously didn't get the message.
What they don't know is the context of my tears, but it's something I'd never tell them.
All I wanted to do when I broke down was to see Gigi. He helped me that first day in the bathrooms, and I have no doubt he could reassure me again.
I'm going to give Santiago the benefit of the doubt. I've already established there was an attraction between us, that now being one-sided obviously.
Lots of guys jerk off thinking about the girls they like... right?
Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it was just as simple as that... except he was fucking a girl... who looked like me... calling her my name...
Yep, no, still grossed out.
Urgh.
I know I'm going to feel awkward around him for a while, but I think I feel safe in the house with him. He sounded apologetic enough earlier on, though that will never make up or repair what he's done.
It was still disgusting, toxic and obsessive and all together reminded me of Emiliano.
Speaking of, he's still a constant weight on my shoulders. Not knowing where he is or when he may appear is doing fuck all for my anxiety.
Yet he hasn't been around for a while... I can only hope the dickhead pussied out and left for good, or someone else got to him before me.
Either way, I'm going to ignore Santiago and his actions for the time being, warranting them as not that big of a threat.
Otherwise I would've told my brothers for sure, and maybe Gigi? I don't know, we haven't labelled anything, if there even is anything to label, but I have no doubt we're exclusive to one another.
Until I know for sure, I'm not plaguing him with my problems or dragging him into my shit. Not that I would want to if we were officially together anyways, but sometimes I've learnt it's better to tell people you trust.
Easier said than done.
I shake my head clear of thoughts and plaster the best smile I can onto my face when Giovanni opens the door for me.
He sees through my smile, knowing I'm still a little shaken up from earlier and pulls me under his arm as we walk towards the entrance of the restaurant.
