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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I look at Gigi who's now leaning on the opposite counter to me, both of us breathing heavily.
"BRO, I JUST GOT THE BEST DICK, I MEAN, FUCKING HELL, TALK ABOUT 8 INCHES-" The intruder continues to yell, until he walks into the kitchen and stops short.
He takes a minute to assess the situation, looking between Gigi and myself, the former glaring harshly at him.
"Andreas." Gigi all but growls, "I thought you were out all night." He seethes, hands gripping the edge of the counter.
Andreas?
No, there's lots of people called Andreas.
This isn't my Andreas.
"Hey," Andreas holds his hands up in mock surrender, "The guy had a big dick, but he was Swedish. Now, as a Norwegian, I couldn't let that go on any further-" He continues to explain, only making Gigi more frustrated.
I, however, think I stopped breathing entirely.
I might be wrong, but I need to try.
"Andreas, er det faktisk deg?" I say softly from behind Gigi, making Andreas look down, only to just now fully notice my shorter frame.
(is it actually you?)
Gigi looks down to me, his eyebrows furrowed. Andreas, however, stares at me blankly, his eyes glistening.
"Lille skat?" Andreas whispers, a tear now having rolled down his cheek, before a full on grin replaced his expressionless face, "Lille skat!" He exclaims happily, rushing over to me and picking me up into a bone crushing hug.
(little treasure)
The old nickname makes me release a deep breath of relief which I didn't even know I was holding. I snuggle deeper into his embrace, "Hva faen gjør du her?" I say into his neck.
