After being switched at birth, Aria Walker the lost mafia princess daughter of Alexander and Mila Volkov, found herself stolen and replaced in her fate. Her 11 brothers became family to a stranger. Her mother and father became parents to strangers...
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ARIAS POV
As I walked down the stairs, I heard Mila's voice.
"....understand Elijah?" Mila said strictly.
I wondered what Elijah had done to get her so pissed.
"I understand and I'll try and talk to her," Elijah responded sounding like a dick. That's probably his normal voice.
Her? ME. It clicked, he wants to talk to me? Okay then, this is going to be fun.
I took the cue, walking in to see Jax and Alexei sitting on the kitchen countertop talking among themselves.
"Good morning Aria," Mila's voice changed, she didn't have the exhausted morning voice somebody at 7 am should have.
I instantly thought of the similarities between hers and my voice in the morning getting Belle ready.
I smiled at Mila about that thought and seeing her contagious smile, I see myself mirroring every time. I sat down at the dining table as far away from Elijah as possible, though I was planning on saving a seat for Dmitri, Jax and Alexei both sit beside me. I found this strange as I've picked up they only talk amongst themselves besides the fact Elijah is a part of their little triplet gang.
"Your uniform suits you well," Jax's deep voice complimented me. I barely heard his voice.
While I recovered from the shock of him speaking to me, Dmitri and Denis walked in.
"It does? Thanks, so does yours," I wasn't sure what it would look like if it hadn't but you can't deny that there isn't a single person in this room that couldn't be a model.
The genetics were way too strong.
From my left, I heard Alexei chuckle at me. Which led to his foot being stabbed slightly by mine.
This time I chuckled.
The rest of the morning was perfect; we all just laughed our hearts out and genuinely enjoyed breakfast together. All except Elijah.
Denis accidentally poured orange juice into his cereal. I burst into laughter so hard that I swear milk might have shot out of my nose. It had only been a day, but this family had this magical way of making me feel like I'd never left. (except for those occasional intense stares at my face, which I understood they were confirming that I was, indeed, real.)
I began feeling comfortable with these boys, they asked questions, I answered truthfully, and vise versa. I could tell they were true, they hadn't stuttered, and everything matched up, the continuous pitch of their voice, and the eye contact.
Soon we were all out of the kitchen, I had no clue where we were going so I followed my brother's lead with Jax's arm around my waste. Usually, when people touch me I feel disgusted and gross, but with my brothers, I feel safe and like my sanctuary. For some reason, Denis refused to let me pick up my own bag and picked up mine, it wasn't heavy but he still HEAVILY insisted and by that I mean he physically restricted me from picking up my own bag.
Soon I discovered we made it to the garage, at this point I could say I was surprised but was I really surprised to discover even this family's garage screamed luxury?
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Jax led me to one car, I had no clue what car is was just it looked like it was worth more money that 7 of me combined. I noticed it was the four seaters in the back.
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I assumed Elijah, Jax, and Alexei would be riding with me and Dmitri and Denis separately, as I sat in the car Denis put the bag on the seat in front of me which I planned on moving once he left.
To my surprise I watch Jax and Alexei enter the car in front of me and Dmitri and Denis behind me, which means.
"I'm alone with...you," I said looking at him disgustedly.
Elijah looked slightly hurt, before snapping back, "Lucky you.."
I could tell he wanted to say more so I stayed quiet. Maybe apologies for being a jerk before.
"Roll your skirt down." he barked before whispering under his breath, "ты как любая другая шлюха. (you're like every other slut)"
"Excuse me?!" I nearly yelled. reached for my mini knife I tucked under my skirt this morning.
"For your micro-sized brain, this is as long as the skirt goes, its because I'm sitting with a bag on my lap, and I didn't sign up for the unfiltered version of this conversation, so watch your fucking mouth before you call me a slut again," I barked back swiftly jumping in attack, pressing the tip of the knife to his throat making him barely able to speak.
"YOU SPEAK RUSSIAN?" He asked frantically.
For a family always so elegant and composed it always took me a second when I continuously managed to break and exceed their expectations. He tried to defend himself back but I managed to stay in the advantage spot and he knew that too.
My response was a dry scoff, tucking the knife back under my skirt against my thigh.
We were on the road by this time, thankfully there was one of those shield things between the driver and passengers so I didn't have to deal with questions from the driver. Before I could put my seatbelt on, two firm tight hands took me by surprise and pulled me close into their chest.
Originally I thought he was doing a shit job to suffocate me, but then I heard tiny snuffles as he kissed the top of my head on repeat. He was crying.
He slowly let me go, aggressively wiping the tears from his eyes and I don't know what came over me but I pulled him back into a massive bear hug.
After things calmed down between us Elijah explained everything. The change his his life, due to his parent's relationship, how he shut off and me coming back would mean everything would change and he didn't want to let his guard down just to relive everything he struggled with for the past 15 years.
He didn't fail to apologise repeatedly, he apologised for everything, even things that were not his fault. He showed himself so weak to me, something he never dared to utter to anyone he told me. I started feeling guilty about keeping my secrets.
For the rest of the drive, we talked about him and I. Just us. Things we hated and things we loved. He tried to ask more about my childhood which caught me off guard, hopefully he couldn't make out my shitty deflect.
However, fortunately for me, Elijah told me most of the boys go to a training centre, surprisingly similar to what I did back in Australia.
He claimed they were all in it for "staying fit", it was complete bullshit. You don't undertake intense training programs just to "stay fit"? The gym is where you do that. I didn't probe further; it made me feel slightly less guilty for lying to know he kept some secrets too.
