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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Nik had called me the other day, and we talked at length about plans moving forward.
I informed him and the team about the developments to the Russian mafia, how we had all left our father bleeding on the foyer to our home and were now living in a hotel as we waited to catch a flight to Italy.
The conference was in two days, and we were finally going to see Car again, and hopefully fly back with her as well.
Nik and the team all reclaimed their loyalty to me, deciding that if we weren't a part of the Russian mafia, neither were they.
They've technically always been my men, not my fathers, having sworn loyalty to me and not the Russian mafia, I had just happened to be the heir.
But not anymore, and I'm surprisingly okay with it.
In fact, I feel a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I feel I can enjoy my brothers' company without the looming prospect of becoming Don one day and running an entire empire.
So many doors had opened for me. I could be in a serious relationship. I could live safely with my family. I could have fucking kids.
Nik told me all about Gigi's rescue mission, and how he and Car are safely together again.
After we'd updated each other on business related items, we just talked. I don't even know about what, just frivolous things, but the casualness of our conversation tied my stomach in knots.
Losing the heir title has made me so soft-
"Andrei!" Milan exclaimed loudly, snapping his fingers in front of my face and I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Huh?" I say absentmindedly, looking around at where my brothers and I were sitting on the sofas of the hotel room we got.
Maxim and Levi were smirking at me knowingly and Milan watched me with a slightly concerned face.
"Are you good?" Milan asks wearily and Maxim and Levi simultaneously scoff.
I look at them through narrowed eyes, daring them to comment.
"Pfft, Andrei was just thinking about Nik." Levi says in a dreamy voice, fluttering his eyelashes at me.
I growl lowly but Maxim decides to open his big mouth.
"He's probably getting a hard on just thinking about his chiselled jaw-" And I lunge at him.
I knock him into the sofa and wrap both my hands around his neck, his face turning instantly red and he struggles beneath me.
"Shut the fuck up!" I growl at him, though smiling slightly, and he swings his fist to my cheek.
Of course, we weren't using genuine power, just playful force.
He manages to roll us off the sofa and we land with a 'thump' on the floor.
"Fucking idiots." Levi laughs and Milan looks at us half-concerned and half-disappointed.
