PURE HATE

en eating at

rei and Milan immediately got to work on tracking her down, sending

r emotional and mental health, knowing the full extent of what she's been through in the past. He is a

eat or do shit all that day, too consumed by the g

e dumbass CPS officers made assumptions quicker than L

at's a l

shit ton of weed and about

t really mad at her for throwing flour at me, we always fight and chase each other aro

ter a long night of no sleep, I decide to get

operly dressed, I head downstairs into the

y into the kitchen, only to see my father and 2 older broth

under their eyes, empty whiskey g

've had a rough

when he sees me in the kitchen doorway

n't sleep." I mutter, rubbin

ally, giving me a reassuring smile

I asked, my demeanor cha

othing so far." he said slightly defeatedly, "The gua

lips in thought, "What c

s, "when we get track of where she's headed we can keep

can do!" I bark out frustratedly,

y, "All we can do for Carlotta at the moment is make sure she is safe and never in the hands of som

of our anger. Andrei sighed heavily, getting up from his spot at the island. He opens his m

t his laptop on the island to answer the call, holdin

." He

who looks to be in his mid twenties" A guard said o

t of your sight." Our father growled ba

ectantly, waiting for any indication as

line was the squeal of the guard's tires on the tar

again, "Sir, they're h

drei, who looked back at him with his anger barely

n?" My father a

rivate jet alone." The g

mash it against the wall in fury. He returned to his call to bark

athers heavy breathing. Milan had a hand over his mouth in shock and despair. Andrei had mome

ly. We should have been able to get her cu

vate fucking jet l

the power to adop

the fact my lazy ass fell asleep and was

ng embar

a small goodbye before grabbing my b

tly die happy

looking sports car waiting on the private runw

s filling with emotion. His face faltered for a second or two, probably registering the bruises and cuts on my fa

giving off very motherly vibes. It instantly made me think of my Norweg

rom. I instantly felt bad though, as his face dropped slightl

t know touching me, it can often be a main cause of my anxiety attacks, although the

n only grow. "Hi, I'm Carlotta." I replied, introd

can speak Italian?"

sed by how his face seemed to go from shocked to impr

shift awkwardly on my feet until he gestured to tak

ssenger side, reflecting back to my little rev

just keeps

Lorenzo smirked at me from where he already had gotten in on the

my ogling of the car and got into

ering under his breath

I spent in comfortable silence. I admired the view on the way, but also kept track of our

d stationed by the entrance. After a few seconds of conversing, the gate began

hing less from people

usual for lower ranks of the mafia to have such big properties

off the car. We got out and Lorenzo once again took my bag fo

gether, and I was getting nervous

l, as he gave me a warm smi

house was full of men. There were some guards stationed around the house, making me slightly nervous

time, so they won't be home til later but Angelo and Giovanni should be here." L

ir home, I didn't know them bu

ng my head to a door which opened

nto a basement of some sorts, and out from out emerged a

I living wi

rlotta, our little sister." He supplied,

tried to put my hair in front of. His eyes softened barely a little from hi

, the endearment reminding me of my Rus

ered a little. "Wait can you underst

g as his face turned quickly e

the hulk

directed at Giovanni. "She's a true Italian benev

Normally two large and intimidating men like this would be uncomfortable for me, but their pre

s. Here I was blushing and smiling with my biological brothers

d began to ask me what was wrong befo

ack?" Someone said

o called back, looking back at me happ

it An

e oldes

and Lorenzo came down the stairs. He had broad shoulders and a lean waist, wearing a black dress shirt

mediately finding my neck where Emiliano's han

f