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've dodged Angelo, Gio and Enzo on three separate occasions.
Mateo has been clung to my side all night as we danced and drank, screaming lyrics at the top of our lungs and dancing on table tops.
I didn't know anyone at this party, my brothers probably just had invited the whole high school, but it was fun nonetheless.
Mateo and I are currently lounging on the sofas, so fucking tired from dancing for like 3 consecutive hours.
I'm texting Gigi at the moment, the drinks I had earlier still in my system.
Though I did drunkenly edit his contact name a few hours ago, making me cringe at my previous drunk self.
Fuck me daddy😫💦💕🍆🥵:
How's the party my love?
Me:
Soooo fundj
Fuck me daddy😫💦💕🍆🥵:
Be careful with your drinks, is Mateo with you?
I giggled at Mateo's name, and nudged him beside me to take a picture of the both of us, Mateo grinning and happily obliged, deciding to lick my cheek in the photo as I stuck my own tongue out.
Me:
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Fuck me daddy😫💦💕🍆🥵:
Do not fucking test me Car.
Me:
Thenfg come herefe and lick feme urself
Fuck me daddy😫💦💕🍆🥵:
You know, I thought we'd have a nice night in tomorrow, but now I'm starting to come up with different ideas on what to do with you.
Me:
Yessss punish dwme dadddswy 😫
Mateo and I snicker drunkenly at the messages, typing out the silliest replies.
Fuck me daddy😫💦💕🍆🥵:
Trust me baby, when you're sober and in my bed tomorrow, you'll be limping into school the nest fucking day.
Mateo and I both collectively groaned after Gigi sent that message, both of us a laughing mess on the sofa.
"You lucky bitch, I wonder if Andreas is as freaky as Gigi." Mateo slurs, making me giggle.
I turn to him so I can whisper drunkenly in his ear, "Let's find out together." I laugh, making him giggle as well and we turn back to the phone, literally ready to suggest a foursome when I see my battery die.
