Bertinelli Family

Chapter 29-Violeta

Ashton's POV

"Ashton Cain Petrov-Hartz! Get down here right now!" I roll my eyes and go downstairs. 

"Yeah, Dad." I walk into the living room where my dad and older brother are. 

"I have a meeting tonight are you gonna be fine alone?" 

"Yes, I'm 16, Dad. I think I can manage one night on my own."

"Don't give me an attitude young man" He points at me while my older brother snickers. 

"Fine, where are the other two going to be?"

"Out."

"Out where?"

"Out, out."

"Have a good meeting."

"Bye, baby bro."

I try to glare at my brother as he chuckles and leaves with my dad. Let me introduce my family to ya. I have three older brothers and my dad. 

My oldest brother is, Andrei, he and my dad work together at their super secret business. Just kidding they run a hotel thing, and oh yeah, and our big family secret the mafia. Anticlimactic I know. I'm not involved in anything to do with it. 

My older brothers are involved, Andrei will eventually run it, and the other two, Mikhail and Maxwell are a part of it. My dad said that since we have other people to run it and I have no desire to run it then I don't even have to work with it. 

Around the house, my family keeps it quiet since violence is not my thing. Mikhail and Maxwell are both assassins my dad sends them on various missions and they occasionally will do private jobs. 

You might be wondering about my mom, well that story is difficult to say. When I was born my mom was trying for a girl but got me instead, but regardless she was happy I guess. I don't really know everything I've heard about her is from my dad. When I was four she was kidnapped by the Germans and never made it out. My dad told me that the base she was being held at blew up while they were rescuing her. A lot of men lost their lives that day, my dad barely made it out with a few burn scars. 

Sometimes I like to think that she is still alive somehow but after a while, your hope just dies. My dad was originally from Russia and my mom met him while she was visiting for her doctorate in architectural history. My mom and dad fell in love and had a one-night stand and had Andrei. Then they got married and had Mikhail and Maxwell. They moved to America and had me, the best sibling. 

Another question that may be floating around. Why don't I fight back against the bullies at school? Simple answer, I don't like violence, and it would blow my cover. When I agreed to not be a part of the mafia my dad enrolled me in school with my mom's last name to minimize my being seen as a target. With me going by Hartz then no one knows who I am, no rich father, no criminal family, just me. 

It has its ups and downs, but it's safer this way. Yes, I do know about Riley's family. Her dad and my dad have some alliance or something so they don't fight and work together. My dad told me about her when I had to go home early when they broke my glasses. At first, I was worried she would ask questions about my house, it's nothing small, but then I remembered who her family is. 

Enough with the history lesson, I enter my room and jump on my bed, pulling out my phone. 

Riley ♡:  What are you doing?

Me: Texting you

Riley ♡: Funny Ashley

Me: I hate that name

Riley ♡: Why do I care

Me:  Why are you so mean today?

Riley ♡: I'm not your just sensitive

 Me: you sound like my brother

Riley ♡: Maybe I should be friends with your brother instead

Me: Haha don't you have any other friends you can bother

Riley ♡: Yeah but Wendy's babysitting and Scarlett has a date.

Me: What about your family

Riley ♡: I don't want to talk to them.

Me: You should find some more friends

Riley ♡: Why I have you to talk to

Me: I'm honored

Riley ♡: You shouldn't be

How does she do that? She brightens up your mood and makes you all fuzzy inside just to crush your dreams and make you want to cry. I wonder if all women are like this or only her. Maybe it's mafia women. 

I want to ask her but I can't out the mafia to her. I would feel terrible.

Riley ♡: Dork-a-suar did you do the math homework

Me: yes did you need help

Riley ♡: No, I got it done. I was trying to prove to Blake that other people do homework too

Me: Your family dinners must be hilarious

Riley ♡: You have no idea, my brothers are so annoying and then they got us involved and it gets worse

 I can just imagine her rolling her eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes that remind me of sapphires and when she smiles her two little dimples that show up. When she walks her dark black hair sways with her steps and the scent of pomegranates that follows her. 

Ring Ring

Shit, she's face-timing me. I answer her call to see her on her bed with her hair up in a bun and wearing an oversized hoodie. 

"Hi, what happened to your face?" 

"What do you mean?"

"You're all red like a girl just flashed you or something." 

"Oh um it's really hot in my room."

"Suure. Anyway, I'm still bored so entertain me."

"Well, I could tell you about the new book I'm reading," I suggest with a small smile on my face. 

"Go on." She puts her phone up against something to prop it up. She lays down and looks at me waiting. 

"Ok well, it started with this guy..." 

I had just gotten to the middle part when I heard muttering. I've moved to lie down on my bed and my phone on my chest. I grab my phone and see Riley sleeping. Some strands of hair fell on her face, her breath was slow and steady and I could hear her mutter a few words under her breath. 

"Good night, Riley."