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 actually like having Rodrick in the penthouse.
He reminds me of Carlotta when she isn't here. He's so clumsy and always looking for attention, but he's also so goddamned adorable.
Him and Arabella have taken a strong liking towards one another, never leaving the other's side. Arabella curls around him when he sleeps and licks him clean, despite his protests.
I'm surprised to be honest. Arabella is usually very closed off but Rodrick's opened her up a little bit.
I give them both one last scratch behind the ears as I make my way out of the penthouse and to warehouses for some training, passing Andreas whose eating fucking lucky charms at 1 in the afternoon.
He waves me down before I go, mouth full of cereal, "Oh, hey bro! Wait up." He says, and I grimace at the food in his mouth.
"Fucking swallow before you speak, αηδιαστικός αρουραίος." I scold, looking anywhere but his face.
(you disgusting rat)
He does as he's told and swallows everything in one go, before smirking at me, surely about to say something dirty before I lift my hand to silence him, "Don't even start." I say darkly, and he puts his hands up in defence.
"Okay, okay bro. Who knew you'd turn into such a sour puss when Car isn't around." He jokes, and I just grunt. "But anyways," He diverted, "My moms flying in tomorrow, is she good to stay with us?" He asks excitedly, and I soften just a little,
Astrid was always the mother I never had, I was excited to see her again. Excited to tell her about Car.
"Yeah, of course she can." I say, a slightly softer tone to my voice and Andreas grins back at me.
"I haven't told her about Car yet, she's gonna freak out." He says excitedly, turning back to his lucky charms only for me to realise he's picked out all the little marshmallows and piled them on the counter top.
He notices me staring and rolls his eyes like the answer is obvious, "Gotta save the best till last." He shakes his head and returns to eating his cereal.
I shake my head and turn to leave the apartment, not before snapping a picture of Arabella and Rodrick snuggled up with one another and sending it to Car.
Me:
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Me:
You should come over soon, our son misses you.
Me:
And I kinda miss you too.
I'm so fucking whipped it's insane.
I get into the elevator and click the ground floor, closing my eyes on the descendent down and waiting to get to the bottom.
