PURE HATE

r faces. Of course, newly adopted 10 year old me was unaware of my new adoptive family's relation to the Russi

ke them, I mean a split lip and

were more than willing. This resulted in long nights in our training rooms, learning to thro

thing we came to bond and connect over, as well as ultimately th

hey always reassured me no one would ever lay a han

y first black eye would be b

aking form. The impact from his fist to the side of my head made his figu

r did not

on him, despite our obvious height difference. "Did you seriously

I don't want you anywhere near him! You know how he feels about you!

our project, do you seriously think I'm capable of

own to my face, effectively caging me into th

ot into with my brothers about dating you, you now question my loyalty?" I re

e like raging t

touching, "How am I supposed to trust you wh

but was just as quickly replaced with his regular glare. Shaking my head slightly, I let out

s a notorious flirt, but I would never be unfaithful to my b

ng against some usual competitors, though Emiliano was a new rival on the racing scene. As my third oldest brother Maxim

r screaming his head off and sputtering about all

at all guys seem to universally know, I looked over

n hair was disheveled and hanging over his forehead and distinctly amber-golden eyes. He wore simple grey sweatpants and black hoodie, looking god

down and smirking in my direction, turning my cheeks a slight shade pinker. I looked away quickly a

doing? I n

and returned his smirk, making his expression falter for a second with wha

From then on, we saw a lot more of each other in the underground world. There was always a flirtatious relationship between us, one

hell are you ever dating anyone" "I'm not letting my princess date so

mafia

ded to bite the bullet and tell my brothers and father we were i

t every time they saw him. Don't get me wrong, to this day they are not okay with us being in a relationship,

ally kill Emiliano once they see

elp 'em hi

est and attempted to remove myself from

way out of his reach when he grabbed me by the thr

ng, huh?" He growled, "You're my girlfr

n coming out of his otherwise gentle mouth. His

ed him in the dick. He collapsed forward, grabbing his now probably bent

he reality of my situation, as well as fro

ill definitel

is apartment, taking the elevator down

sore throat. Looking at my battered reflection in the elevator mirror, I began

nd my chin and mouth. My left eye was beginning to swell and turn a darker shade of purple. Large bruised handpri

out of my trance, I took in a deep

worth cry

e weight of a toxic relationship dissipating from my sho

l for a few minutes composing myself. I only had home to

be out at work or the underground. They won't be expecting me home so I can try to

that cou

os apartment complex once and for all, biting back the p

ight pitter-patter of rain splattering on my windsh

t the guards stationed outside. I'd always been fond of them, bringing them cookies and drawi

Dimitry greeted, "how a

l me Carlotta," I playfully scolded, "and I'

he view of the two guards. As they opened the gate, I

filled with 5 cars too many, and mentally prepared

he garage to the main house and carefully tu

h squeak as it opened wider and wider. I grimaced a

etly closed the door again with my back facing the kitchen and fo

n, before removing my forehead fro

ind me, making me jump mid turn and whip

ationed in front and him and what looked to be whiskey

rained on whatever was on his laptop until he finally raised his eyes to see my s

l,