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'm sitting on the couch, going through some boring ass paperwork when the elevator door bursts open, and in storms a pissed off Carlotta.
I looked up from my papers, my brow furrowed at her sudden entrance and the expression on her face.
She stops when she sees me and just stares.
"Well don't look too fucking happy to see me." She deadpans, and I snap out of my stupor, chuckling at her as I open my arms for her on the sofa.
She rolls her eyes and storms over to me, falling onto my lap as I enclose her in my arms and rock her side to side slightly.
"I'm always happy to see you baby, just not when you're mad." I reason, looking down at her, "What's wrong?"
She buries her head into my neck, and I kiss her head, silently worrying what's got her all worked up.
"Why is the universe against me?" She mumbles, head still buried in the crook of my neck.
"What happened, sweetheart?" I ask her, a little more urgently this time. She pulls her head out of my neck and looks at me seriously.
"We need to kill someone." She states and I nod my head at her.
"Done. Name?" I reply and she closes her eyes and sighs.
"Emiliano." She groans and I tense.
"We've been trying to track that motherfucker for weeks." I grit, "For someone who was never directly involved with the underworld, he knows how to stay under the radar." I rant, angry at the fact that he should've been easy to track and kill.
But there was something about him...
Something more we didn't know.
"Wait," I say, "Did you see him?" I ask hurriedly, dreading the prospect that she'd have to face that fucker alone.
Carlotta responds by holding up her fist, which is slightly purple around the knuckles, "Punched him in the nose." She replies and I cradle her fist instantly, glaring at her.
"What the fuck Car!" I exclaim, "How the fuck did this happen?" I rant, looking at her furiously.
She levelled me a look, "He ambushed me in the park, I was taking Machete out." She explains.
"Fuck, okay, and he got away?" I ask her, and she nods, "Where was he? Did you see where he went?"
"No, he kicked Machete, I had to take care of him." She says, looking disappointed in herself, "I'm such a fuckup, I can't even handle fucking Emiliano." She says, closing her eyes.
I cup her cheeks and she opens her eyes agin to meet mine, "You aren't a fuck up. Hell, my mafia can't even keep track of him. There's something weird going on with him, but we will get him. Okay?" I reassure her and she nods at me.
