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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"Mamma! Herregud!" Andreas snaps from beside Astrid, but I don't even react. I feel my heart swell with memories and love for the woman in front of me.
(mum! Oh my god!)
"Hva? Ser du dette?" She replies to Andreas, pointing at a blushing Gigi, caught yet again in a moment of simpiness.
(what? Are you seeing this?)
Simp nation. Population: Gigi.
"Mamma, dette er kjæresten til Gigi. Den jeg fortalte deg om." Andreas clarifies, and Astrid shrieks a little and puts her hand to her mouth.
(mum, this is Gigi's girlfriend. The one I told you about)
"Faen, jeg visste ikke." She says, sounding a little humiliated. I suppress a smile at her, missing her motherly presence.
(fuck, i didn't know)
Andreas rolls his eyes at his mother but smiles nonetheless, turning to me with soft eyes, "Kom hit." Andreas says softly, and nods his head over to where they're standing.
(come here)
Astrid still looks in shock but stiffens even more when she hears Andreas speak to me in Norwegian. "Og hun snakker norsk? Hun er mer perfekt for Gigi enn du sa." She gasps, looking at me with wide happy eyes.
(and she speaks Norwegian? She's more perfect for Gigi than you said)
I choke out a laugh, trying so hard to suppress my emotions right now, but I feel a tear slip from my right eye.
Astrid face falls, "Å kjære, hvorfor gråter du? Jeg er ikke så ille, er jeg?" She coos, cupping my cheeks with her warm hands. She's about the same height as me and has striking blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. She was simply gorgeous.
(oh honey, why are you crying? I'm not that bad, am I?)
Andreas links our pinkies in comfort, the way we always did when we were kids. I smile at him thankfully and Astrid watches the exchange, her own face dropping and turning back to look at me, tears brimming her eyes.
"Det er så godt å se deg igjen, Astrid." I say, smiling tearfully and Astrid begins to cry as well, wrapping me in a warm hug immediately. I let out my silent tears in her shoulder, clinging onto her and missing the years we've been apart.
(it's so good to see you again, Astrid)
"My baby girl," She cries and more tears leave my eyes, "I've missed you so much, I've been so worried. We never stopped looking." She cries, her voice thick with guilt.
"It's okay, it's okay." I say back, and pull away from her so I can look into her eyes.
She sobs a little more at the eye contact and I wipe away her tears with the pad of my thumb. She always called me the daughter she never had, treating me as her own and spoiling me in a way mothers do their only daughters.
