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She's a cold and ruthless girl with a dark and dangerous aura.
She lives her life in secret other than those Trusted and close to her.
She's dominating woman with immense power!
What happens when she finds out she has bi...
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"Wake the fuck up!" I hear an irritating voice belonging to one of my brothers yell out.
"Urgh..." I stir awake, looking up from my pillow as I spot the idiot that clearly has a death wish waking me up.
"What the actual, literal, fuck, do you want." I mange to mumble out, glaring at Rocco, my fourth oldest brother.
"Look, before you plan my murder, we have a mission. Dad told me to wake you up." he told me with a shrug.
Why do they always insist on waking me up at the asscrack of dawn.
"Fine, are you all going or is it a solo?" I ask, finally able to think coherently.
"How the fuck am I supposed to know, dad just said 'go wake your sister up before I bury you and those dipshits I call sons 6ft under' so, that's why I'm here." He grimaced, making me chuckle.
"Im going to bed, you have fun. Love you, hate you." Rocco sang as he made his way out my room.
Men, don't get me wrong I love them— if you know what I mean, but at the same time men!
Infuriating creatures.
Living with 6 men you'd think I'm used to chaos— correction, one man and 5 immature boys, I really wouldn't consider my brothers men.
Biologically they're not my brothers, but blood doesn't always mean family.
When I was 10 Diamitri my non-biological dad took me in. He found me wondering the streets in middle of the night after I ran-away from my abusive step-father, Viktor.
I was born in Russia, I was told my father died and my mother Victoria got re-married to Viktor when I was 2. Everything was fine for the first few months, from what I remember, I mean I was only 2, so not much to remember, but then everything changed.
It started with being yelled at for practically just breathing, I mean if that doesn't scream asshole, then I don't know what does.
After I turned 3, my mother died from a supposed drug overdose. I was young and had no feeling towards the matter, although I do vision younger self being a drama queen and crying over her death.
Looking back, that's when shit hit the fan for me, I was 3 years old and moving to America— or kidnapped should I say. My step-father Viktor all always hated me but after my mothers death and the moved to America, he would beat, burn and drown me. Along with other miscellaneous ways to torture me.
That was until I was 10.
Flashback-
I was walking through the front door as I dropped my school bag at the front step, I open the door and that's when I hear him speak.
