PURE HATE

family slowly learnt the full extent of my pa

y. They were possibly the nicest people I'd ever met and the only family my 4 year old self knew. Astrid an

e other's bed, building igloo mansions in the garden. I can still remember the ginormous log cabin-mansion we lived in, and th

f a polyglot queen speaking Russian, I

the same school for two years, getting used to being escorted everyday by a driver due to the busy nature of Astrid and Magnus's business,

d. Gone was the warm large man who snuck me sweets when I'd had a bad day, in replacement

s we turned off onto the wrong, remote road I heard the haunting click of the car doors locking. A hiss of pain escaped my lips as I felt a sharp prick

later discovered it was the Swedish mafia who had taken me from what th

the Norwegian mafia b

endured his wrath abuse for the next three years of my life befo

uldn't look me in the eye for weeks, taking out their anger on races and fight

g of Em

, knocking it backwards in the process. The glass of whiskey previously perched in

rying to come up with a plan B to m

w standing directly infront of me, as my brain finally caught

his voice drifting closer with each word until he appeare

nd my neck. "ANDREI! LEVI! GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE!" He then proceeded to yell into the main foyer of the h

? Let me explain-" I started

logical reason as to why you have bruises and hand print

dly ran into the kitchen with a headset slung around his neck and controller in

is eyes he ripped off his headset and place

rious, he's abo

aring his daytime business attire; a black dress shirt, now slightly unbuttoned at the top with his sleeves rolled to the elbows leaving his tattooed forearms on full displ

I'd rephrase how you just fucking spoke to me." He said darkly, hints of all the boys' Russian ac

es in the process. I sheepishly turned my gaze do

ically choked out, anger lacing every o

ds myself and the rest of my brothers. He stopped directly in

wasn't a

an, trying to get out of a potential house a

ht you were with Emiliano tonight?" Maxim practically spat his

ely not over the who

bout to get

, only to be rudely

ing, struggling to keep his temper in check. "The fucking pr

at that remark, shak

eyes at me, shit did I

-..." Milan seethed, cutting himself off

ecame impos

dangerously quiet. I stared bac

lotta, don't cr

shot to me, watching for a reaction or any sign of

round to try and calm himself down, pacing up an

Russian, depicting exactly what they were going

g their way down my black and blue cheeks. Andrei was sta

ll. Milan and Maxim went quiet, waiting eagerly for my response. Levi

er, I'll fucking kil

artment after kneeing him in the dick." I quickly spewed out, not registering what I was exactly saying, "He backhanded me because an

ate the bastard." His accent shows through

y looking down at me. His blue eyes are hard and cold, swimming with

s. Wordlessly, he dragged me to his chest and wrapped his arms around

have trusted the little boy." He said into my hair, voice turni

chest as a response to his question. "We okay t

eave some fun for me." I tell them, making

the top of my head before stepping away and pulling out

ead as well before muttering quick '

d their guns and knives. With one final conformational glance towards me to make sure I was oka

that w

nto the foyer, looking around the

ran a shower. I grabbed some sweatpants and one of Milan'

elax and unwind. I did my best to wash away the events of today, but knew d

lothes, I blow dried my hair and let it fall in its

I stop in my tracks, a sma

a pants and a black hoodie. His white blond hair a stark contrast to

ade his way over to me. As he got closer I opened up

poke lowly into my hair, "I'm sorry f

ling away from him slightly to see h

ix... wanna have a sleepover?" He asked h

hed on my TV, putting on White Chicks whilst handing me a tub of Ben & Jerry's Phi

ically, placing a hand over his heart as the ps

ntinued enjoying my ice cream, slowly

asked to do the facemasks he bro

n!" I scolded Levi as he woul

said exasperated, throwing his han

diwork. We both had clay face masks painted onto our

vi said smugly, admiring his face mask clad skin in

" A voice sighed

door, seeing Milan, Maxim and Andrei sta

lready mentally confirming we were the di

? Nah, no