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 wake up to fingers running up and down my bare back.
"Gigi..." I murmur lowly and snuggle further into my pillow, breathing in his familiar scent.
The hand suddenly places itself palm down on my back and I flinch at how cold it is.
My eyes snap open immediately, knowing Gigi runs like a furnace, always so hot.
In more ways than one-
This wasn't Gigi.
The bedsheets were covering me from my lower back down, leaving the majority of my bare back exposed. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I kept my torso firmly planted onto the mattress as I whipped my head over my shoulder to see who's there.
"Elias?" I squeak, grabbing the duvet and pulling it up harshly as I turn to face him, holding the sheet under my arms like a towel.
Elias takes a step back at my sudden movement, putting his hands up in surrender, a small smile on his lips. "Easy." He says, and I narrow my eyes at him.
I'm not a fucking animal.
"What the fuck are you doing here Elias? Where is Evangelos?" I hiss, shuffling back on the bed, towards the bedside table where Gigi keeps some of his knives.
"He's otherwise preoccupied." He smirks, a satisfied look on his face and I realise he hadn't left this apartment willingly.
Motherfucker-
Wait, if Elias isn't the buildings doorman, who the fuck is he?
He seems to sense my confusion, and pulls up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a tattoo of a tally count. 4 lines with one slashed diagonally through them all. Evangelos had one as well, same with all my brothers.
The 5 sectors of the underworld.
One line for each sector.
Sector 1 - The high rollers, cons and cheats who gamble their way through power and money.
Sector 2 - Mercenaries, hired hitmen and assassins who hold loyalty to no one but themselves, or those who pay most.
Sector 3 - Cybercrime, computer geniuses, hackers and activists. Robbing and burning down organisations all from behind a screen.
Sector 4 - Gangs, the groupie's of the underworld. Wannabe mafias who say they rule over certain cities, but never have enough control to run a country.
And finally, the line that crosses through them all, Sector 5 - Mafias.
I chuckle at him, and his face falters a little, "I don't know who you work for, but you're one dumb bitch if you think you can keep Gigi hostage." I say, amused. "But I swear to the Gods," I say suddenly, my voice firm, "If there's a single hair on his head out of place, I will skin you alive and feed you to the motherfucking cats." I threaten.
