Valentina and Valentino were sent away by their parents when they were babies. In history, the Italian and Russian Mafia's were enemy's, however, in reality; they were the opposite.
The twins got sent to live with the Petrov's, no one would think t...
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18 years ago...
Giovanni Russo ran his fingers through his hair in frustration as his wife, Clara Russo, stood at the front of his office desk. "How fucking dare you, Giovanni! You lied to my face! T-they could have gotten kidnapped, or worse, killed!" She sobbed.
"I know. I don't know how they got in-" she cut him off "-you should have expected it! You should have been prepared!"
"I didn't think they could have gotten in-" he was interrupted again but by a knock at the office door.
Ivan Petrov rushed in with his wife, Daria Petrov, who was walking at a normal pace behind him. Carla pulled out her gun and aimed it at the Russian don's head, "w-what are you doing here? You could have orchestrated t-the whole thing!"
Ivan looked alarmed at her outburst and looked at his childhood best friend who stood up abruptly. "Carla put down the gun. He is here to help" he slowly took the gun out of her shaking hands.
Carla was distraught, shaking and hysterically crying. "B-but-" "sit down, darling, breathe" her husband cooed. She nodded, sitting down, trying to compose herself.
"Ivan" Giovanni nodded and hugged his best friend. "I'm sorry for calling you here at this time-" Ivan shook his head, "no, no. You said it was an emergency, don't apologise."
Mr and Mrs Petrov sat down in the spare seats next to Carla and Giovanni sat back at his desk.
Taking a deep breath; Giovanni started, "a few months after the twins were born we started receiving threats. Threats regarding their safety. First it was notes that we would find if we were out, or sometimes they were delivered to the house; it then became videos being sent to us of the twins playing outside in the garden or in public."
Ivan grew more concerned.
"We tried trying to tack and figure out who was sending these however, it would come to a dead-end and we haven't gotten anywhere. The strange thing is that our other children weren't mentioned at all. The twins have only just turned one and I didn't want to cause unnecessary stress to Carla-" she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"-I thought that our house was untouchable. The amount of security we have is unmatched and the twins have been fine. Until tonight, someone broke in, they broke the window in the twins bedroom. Luckily, Carla was in there and shot his leg, he is currently in the basement."
"Gio, you could have called, we would have helped you-" Ivan started, but Giovanni only smiled slightly and cut him off, "- I know. I do need your help. I have a plan."
