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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If someone had told me two weeks ago that id be in Italy with my biological family, I would have shot them for saying such stupid shit.
But now, as I sit on the large bed in my room, I probably would have shot anyone for that person. Because I would give anything to go back in time and be able to prepare myself for this whole thing.
My bedroom was around the same size as my old one, walk in wardrobe and my own bathroom. It was a plain room but I didn't mind, I wouldn't have much to add to anyway.
And, besides, I'll only be in here for two weeks.
Tino's room was the one next to mine, so that comforted me knowing he was just in the next room.
I didn't like sleeping in places that I had never been in before. Unless I was with a person who I trust, like Dom- for example- in his new mansion in Russia.
I spoke to Dom on the phone as soon as my bedroom door shut when I got here.
He wasn't happy I was in Italy but agreed it was best for mine and Tino's safety. And I missed him so much, he went back to Spain when I left.
Due to him being the don of the Spanish Mafia, he only comes to Russia every couple of weeks. But it depends what's happening in his mafia, so I go to Spain a lot.
A knock on my bedroom door cut my thoughts and I shouted, "come in."
Emilio entered, Lorenzo training behind him. He entered with a smile on his face- something that never left apparently. Where as Enzo never smiled, a natural glare was engraved on his face.
From what I knew so far- they had every different personalities. Enzo was the golden retriever and Enzo was the black cat. It seemed to work for them though.
Mine and Tino's personality's were the exact same. Both with raging anger issues and black cat personality. We teased and argued like any siblings but I wouldn't trade Tino for the world. He was my built in best friend, literally the me in a guy.
I didn't think Lorenzo liked me. He never really spoke us and always glared at us, not really taking an interest like the others. I didn't expect him too though and I was kinda glad.
That was the same with my other older brother, Angelo, he didn't speak much either.
Raising my eyebrows at the twins, I asked, "and you need...?"
Somehow his smile became wider, "we are going to show you around Italy!" To be honest, I wanted to do that as soon as I got here, I only came here once in my nineteen years of life. And that was for a mission so we didn't get to go around due to strict rules from AO.
I stood up and walked to my wardrobe, grabbing some shoes and putting them on, "go get Tino."
They left my room as I touched up my makeup and threw on a crop top. I wasn't used to Italian heat, I lived in Russia my whole life so the cold is what I'm used to.
