For the past 15 years, Andrea Bianchi and Armani Bianchi have been abused and neglected by their druggy mother and her countless boyfriends. Due to their neglectful mother and absent father, the twins got involved with the underground to make money...
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Armani's pov
I woke up the next afternoon in Andrea's room. She was still sleeping beside me with her hand hanging off the bed. I left her to sleep while I went to take a cold shower in my room. After bandaging my injuries again, I got dressed into a blue vintage Nike crewneck, black pants, and a pair of white Nike Air Force 1. I slipped on some rings on my left hand. On my right hand I put on a black ring that matches the white ring that Andrea has.
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(A/N: Ignore the rings in the outfit, he isn't wearing those, just the ones on the right)
On our 10th birthday, Rio and Chris got us matching rings. I got the black one and Andrea got the white. We almost never take them off. But we hid them from Dominique since they were kinda expensive and we didn't want her selling them or asking how we got them in the first place.
I walked back into Andrea's room to see she didn't wake up. We don't have to do anything today so I'll just let her sleep longer.
I go over to her and move her swinging hand back onto the bed. After moving the blanket back on her, I walk downstairs to the kitchen.
Roman and Marcel should be in school right now for the next three hours and Alessandro, Giovanni, and Leonardo should be at work.
I found a note on the kitchen counter from Alessandro.
Dear Armani and Andrea,
Me and Leonardo will be home late and may miss dinner. Giovanni will be back earlier than us. Roman and Marcel already left for school and the school day ends at 3. They'll be back before 3:30. Don't cause a fire or throw a party while we're gone.
I can't help but laugh at the last sentence. How are we supposed to throw a party when we don't know anyone?
I feel a pain in my stomach and a low rumble.
Well then guess I'm making the food today.
After searching through the fridge and cabinets, I decide on waffles. In my opinion waffles are superior to pancakes. I was surprised to find a huge walk-in freezer, stocked to the brim with not only Italian based foods, but foods from other cultures as well.
After finding polish sausage, I decided on making kielbasa and onions on the side.
This polish woman in her late fifties used to live in our apartment complex before she moved to live closer to her son and grandkids. She taught me and Andrea how to make some polish ethnic dishes such as pierogi, kielbasa and onions, platski, and golumpki.
Pierogi are basically just polish dumplings with different flavor fillings. Me and Andrea like the potato and cheese or in other words, ruskie.
Platski are like potato pancakes. Golumpki are cabbages stuffed with ground beef, rice, onions, and spices. Kielbasa is long polish sausages cut up in slices that are then cooked on a pan with diced onion.
