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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Gigi called me that night on facetime in bed again, as he usually does when I sleep away from him.
"Please, baby come save me, I'm begging you." He groans into the phone for what feels like the seventh time.
I only laugh at him in response, "Just put in headphones or something." I suggest and he groans again.
"But they're so fucking loud!" He exclaims, tearing the phone away from his face and to the wall of his room.
And now I can hear Mateo and Andreas fucking as well, lovely.
"No! That doesn't mean I want to hear it as well!" I yell at him and he brings the camera close up to his face again, smiling sardonically.
"My pain is your pain. You aren't in my bed right now, otherwise we could compete with them." He says with a grin, and I make a face at him, "We'd win by the way." He adds on at the end with a small wink.
I scoff and roll my eyes, laying down in my bed and getting comfortable. "You're crazy." I mutter, but he only grins wider.
"Crazy for you." He says back and I give up, his quick quips always beating mine.
We stare at each other for a minute or two through the phone, at a Mexican standoff for who's going to break first and say something next.
I narrow my eyes at him, and he copies me, but mine widen again when I realise I actually do have shit to discuss with him.
"Gigi, at the club last night I saw Apollo." I blurt out, and his face gets serious. He sits up in bed and looks at me with furrowed brows.
"In my club?" He asks, and I nod at him. "Fucking hell, he's probably pissed I cut him off." He groans.
"Do you need any help with him?" I ask, unsure how to aid him with Apollo.
"No, no baby, it's okay. I'll just talk to him if he's willing too." He sighs and I frown at him slightly.
"You're too easy on him. He's fucked you over multiple times." I state, unhappy at Apollo's behaviour towards Gigi.
"Fuck, I know." Gigi says, rubbing his eyes tiredly, "I'm gonna sort this shit out and then I'm done. I swear." He says, meeting my eyes through the phone.
"Good." I tell him softly, "You deserve better, my love." I tell him honestly and he swallows thickly.
Nodding his head softly, he replies, "I know." The self-recognition and awareness of his own worth sent me to bed with a smile on my lips.
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I awoke at 11am the next morning to a series of texts coming through on my phone.
I rub my eyes tiredly and reach over to grab it, the sun peeking through my blinds slightly in the otherwise dark bedroom.
