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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It was hard to believe they were my little brother and sister.
They weren't the same as when they left, and it's a given considering they were one years old. But, i wished that I could turn back time and keep them.
Although we shared no memorie and were strangers; i loved them more than anything. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn't seen them for years but thought of them everyday.
Maybe it was the fact that in my mind, young me created memories that weren't real. Memories to help me not be consumed with guilt for letting my brother and sister be shipped away. Taken. Lost.
My dad began isolating himself in his work office and my mom began drinking. I took care of my brothers for years, being a parent because our actual ones were too devastated.
Too heartbroken by their own actions to love the children that was still there.
Ironic really. They gave away two kids and neglected the other ones.
I don't blame them, I understand. But I wish the responsibility's didn't fall on a child.
As we sat on the plane, I observed my little brother and sister.
It was strange that they looked exactly like me. More so then dad or mom.
Their hair was fair and dark, tanned skin although living in Russia, dark eyes, high cheekbones and a jaw that could cut through a wall. They were both beautiful.
A certain coldness in their eyes that made them scarier. An intimidating look that wasn't forced.
I had questions. We all did.
Because we know that Val didn't learn to shoot a gun like that just by Ivan teaching her. Her movements were smooth, handled, controlled. She shot the man with ease, from a far distance while he ran.
No. They had more training then they are letting on.
Secrets that are yet to be found.
I'll respect their privacy and wait until I'm told but it doesn't mean I can't ask.
"Where did you learn to shoot a gun like that?" I asked. Val looked up from her phone, her hair moving in front of her face, she moved it out the way and clenched her jaw slightly.
"My dad."
I raised an eyebrow, "oh really?" I muttered.
My little sister nodded slowly with a blank look, "yep. Now drop it."
Tilting my head, smirking I said, "I'll get it out of you."
"You won't" she scoffed a laugh and carried on typing on her phone. I raised my eyebrow, "so there is something?"
She stilled.
• • •
My family's Mansion in Italy was huge. Acres of land, 25 rooms in the house.
The twins got out the car, and looked up at the house with a wide eyed look. Their house was basically the same size as ours but the house did look beautiful.
The night had overtook the sky and lights lit up the house, illuminating it beautifully.
"Cmon, I'll show you to ur rooms" Emilio said, excitedly, grabbing their hands and pulling them into the house.
I shook my head, laughing slightly as I watched them.
"Are they getting their old bedrooms?" Angelo asked as he stepped beside me, watching the door they had gone through.
I shook my head, "no. Their bedrooms haven't been touched since they were kids. Dad wanted them to have new ones so he doesn't destroy the memories of them as kids in their rooms, you know?"
Angelo nodded and put his hands in his trouser pockets.
"I know I won't want them to leave after two weeks, Sandro" he sighed. I nodded and looked at him, "neither. But the Petrov's raised them. They are their family and the twins will raise hell before leaving them."
"I'm gonna go to bed, bro. It's late" he said after a moment of silence, patting my arm and going into the house.
