Bianchi Twins | On Hold

Two

So I don't know Italian or Spanish. Everything in Italian or Spanish is from google translate.

Andrea's POV

"Relative? We don't have any other family." Armani tells her. She shakes her head and looks at the file she is holding. "No... according to this... you have your father and 4 older brothers. Your father was very happy when he heard about you needing a guardian and took you in easily." My mouth opens in shock. Father?! What does that bastard want?! Armani's eyes are wide and his mouth is agaped. He tries to form a sentence but can't seem to.

We didn't have a dad growing up. We just had our bitch of a mother and her boyfriends. When we were kids, we used to ask about him. Every time we did though our mom would beat us more. Over the years she started saying it's our fault that he left her. Apparently she had an amazing life before us. She had money, luxury, a husband who loved her. But after he found out she was pregnant with us, he left her. He said he wanted nothing to do with her or us. I suppose that's why our mom hated us even more. She could have been lying. She lied a lot. But what she said sounded so true. Why else would our dad not be with us?

I can tell Armani is thinking the same thing from the way he keeps balling up his fists. 

"Quel succhiacazzi! Adesso ci vuole!? Dopo tutti quegli anni di abusi e angoscia!? Figlio di puttana!" (That cocksucker! Now he wants us!? After all those years of abuse and heartache!? Son of a bitch!)

Mrs. Channing looks so confused. "Calmati (calm down). I understand how you feel Armi. But now is not the time." I whisper shout to him. I put my hand on his balled up fists and he calms down a bit. He sulks back and grumbles under his breath. I roll my eyes.

Dude needs to chill. He's acting like he is 5. For fucks sake we're in a police station. I swear he is going to get arrested before we leave.

"Our father?" I ask the social worker with a deadpan look. She nods and smiles. "Yes your father. According to your mother's file, she is married. Your parents never got a divorce, even though it seems like they weren't together. I believe they were separated without having any paperwork finalized. Anyway we got into contact with your dad and he was shocked that he even had twins." Shocked? Did he not know about us? Me and Armani keep a blank look. But from the way Armani's eyebrows slightly furrow, I can tell he is confused also.

"You said we have brothers?" Armani asks. "Yup, 4 older brothers." She says cheerfully. Oh my cookies. Older? I'm so confused. This is what happens when I don't pay attention in math class.

"Your dad and brothers live in Italy. Your dad already has a plane ready for you guys. I have to drop you off at the airport and see you off." She says smiling. Italy?!

"Así que de ahí obtenemos nuestros genes italianos." Armani says. (So that's where we get our italian genes from)

"Supongo que sí" I say. (I guess so)

"Uh... I hope you two aren't planning my death or something." Mrs. Channing tells us, speaking up. She looks at us skeptically.

"Oh sorry. No we aren't planning your death." Armani tells her. She nods and sighs in relief. "If we wanted to do that, we would say it in a language you would understand." He tells her. He smirks as a look of fear passes her face. I laugh and shake my head.

"He's kidding." I tell her.

"No I'm not." Armani said.

"Okay he isn't. What he meant to say though was that there are too many witnesses to kill you. We are also in a police station. Therefore it would be dumb of us to even lay a hand on you here." I tell her sweetly.