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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When we were sat at the table, I got a good look at everyone.
Everyone related to the mafia who I knew was here- I mean everyone.
I made eye contact with Mateo's mothers first, Mateo having gone over to sit cutely between them.
Amelia gave me a gorgeous smile and Gracie winked at me, looking at Gigi and nodding approvingly, giving me a thumbs up.
Coming from two gay moms, I'm pretty sure thats a rare and positive approval of a boy.
I smile back at them and turn to see Noah and what I assume to be his family sitting way down the table. He doesn't notice me, but I notice he's here, sitting close to the Beneventi's considering they are friends.
Astrid, Magnus and Andreas were sat to the left of Gigi and I, Astrid giving me an excited wave and tugging on Magnus's sleeve.
The large dark-blonde man turns to his wife, and then to look at me. His eyes widen, and I smile at him warmly, he grips Astrid's arm and tears threaten to pool in the large man's eyes.
I chuckle emotionally at the contradiction, Magnus was definitely one of the scariest motherfuckers in this room, but he'd always be my biggest father-figure.
Knowing we'd catch up after this bullshit conference, he winks at me tearfully before composing himself.
Andreas laughs and rolls his eyes at his dad, which earns him a slap upside the head. I hear Mateo stifle a laugh from the opposite end of the table.
Aw, he was watching him-
I continue my assessment of everyone in this room, and my eyes do a double take though when the empty chair beside Gigi is pulled out, and Apollo slumps into it.
Fuck.
This won't be awkward.
He doesn't acknowledge either of us, but Gigi turns to him. "Γεια σου Απόλλωνα, πώς ήσουν αδερφάκι;" Gigi asks warmly, and Apollo only sends him a harsh glare back.
(hey apollo, how have you been little brother?)
"γαμημένο τέλειο από τότε που σκότωσες τους γονείς μου." He spits back, and Gigi recoils slightly, seeing an expression of guilt and hurt swarm his face, before a stony look overtakes him and he turns back to face me instead.
(fucking perfect since you murdered my parents)
I place my hand on Gigi's thigh, and he looks down at me appreciatively. I don't know what he talked to Apollo about but it obviously got to him.
Gigi picks up my hand on his thigh and intertwines it with his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss briefly before settling our conjoined hands on the table.
