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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My eyes widened at the sound and familiarity of his voice. His large hand was still sitting heavy on my throat as he leaned down to my ear, inhaling my scent.
"I missed you so much baby." He mumbled into my hair, before I started struggling again, thrashing in his hold.
His hand quickly left its place on my throat and wrapped itself around my torso, pinning my arms beside me and my back against his chest. "Shh, baby, it's me. I'm here now." He cooed, kissing my head.
What the fuck.
How did he find me?
I started to internally panic. Emiliano is fucking psycho. He beats the shit out of me, I move away, and now he's back like nothing fucking happened?
He's clearly not in his right mind.
Ok ok. Calm down Car.
Let's be fucking smart about this.
Emiliano's grip is extremely firm, holding me in place with ease. There's no point struggling, that would just anger him more.
He already thinks I was struggling before because I didn't recognise him.
Fuck, ok. Let's use that to my advantage.
"Emwilianso?" I tried speaking, though my voice came out muffled from his hand over my mouth.
Once he realised I was trying to speak, he removed his hand from my mouth and secured it around my waist, adding extra protection from me getting away. "Emiliano?" I tried again, my voice clearer this time.
He visibly tensed at the sound of his name, obviously a little surprised that I'm not reacting hostilely. "It's me, princess. Fuck, I missed my name coming from your mouth." He groans, pulling me impossibly tighter to his body, where I can now feel his hard dick press against my ass.
Don't gag. Don't gag. Don't gag.
Don't blow this fucking plan Car.
I swallow back my disgust and take a breath, "What are you doing here?" I say, whilst trying to turn around to face him, which he lets me.
I'd now gotten out of his vice-like grip, making him think I just wanted to look at his face whilst talking to him. Step 1 done.
He does however, lay his big hands on my waist, squeezing me slightly as he looks me up and down. "I came to find you. I heard you left your brothers. I need you close Car." He says firmly, his grip on my waist getting stronger.
"Emiliano..." I begin softly, putting my hands on his chest to try soften the blow of my next words, fuck knows this boy is psycho, "We broke up, we're not together anymore." I explain softly.
His face goes blank.
Oh, I fucked up.
My back suddenly hits the wall of the building, Emiliano cagining me in with one hand back on my throat, squeezing, and the other on my hip.
