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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A phone rings from the side of the fighting mats and Giovanni swears under his breath, "Merda. I have to take this guys, Enzo can you help clean her up?" He says already backing out of the training room.
(shit)
Lorenzo nods sternly in reply and lifts me off him from where I pinned him down in our fight.
Gio walks out of the room, speaking angry Italian to someone on the other end of the phone. Enzo starts unwrapping his hands and I just stand there watching him for a minute, processing what he's just said.
You're going to tell me every single thing Santiago Diaz has ever done to you.
And then we're going to hunt the bastard down, and fucking kill him.
Lorezno's shoulders are stiff as he unwraps his hands, his eyes firmly concentrated on his own movements.
His jaw is clenched and eyes hard, I'd do anything to be able to see his thoughts in that very moment.
He finishes unwrapping his hands and looks over to me, nodding over to a bench on the other side of the room, indicating for me to follow him there.
I start to follow him after a moment's hesitation, realising I'm going to have to tell him about Santiago, but also under the realisation and relief of how much safer I'll feel with him gone.
He nods for me to sit on the bench before grabbing a first aid kit and kneeling in front of me, taking my hands in his own and unwrapping them delicately.
Despite my wrappings, I have a few rubs and sores on my knuckles and wince slightly as the cold air hits them.
"Car, I want you to be honest with me okay?" Lorenzo finally speaks deeply, glancing up to meet my unsure eyes momentarily.
I nod once in response, not trusting my voice not to waver if I speak.
He continues, "Has Santiago ever done anything to you?" He asks vaguely, his jaw set hard.
I consider the question. Yes, yes he has. But I'm not sure exactly what he's asking about.
"What do you mean 'done anything'?" I ask, wanting to make sure I understand the question fully before admitting to anything.
Lorenzo makes a sound in the back of his throat, before looking up to me, "I mean has he ever made advances on you? Has he been inappropriate? Done anything to make you even remotely uncomfortable?" He asks directly, searching my face for any reactions.
I bite my bottom lip subconsciously, and immediately let it go when I realise what I'd just done, feigning nonchalance to the question.
Enzo narrows his eyes on me, and I sigh deeply, feeling tears brim on my waterline. I look up quickly and blink to try to get rid of any evidence but Enzo grabs my jaw gently and tilts my face down to face him.
