Jordan, the well-known painter, had always desired to have children. What happens when she encounters a set of twins that completely change her life?
Giovanni Milani, the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. What happens when Jordan an...
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I rushed my way into the warehouse. My guards and soldiers were on edge, seeing me on edge.
I'm never on edge.
Though this particular situation has me tense. All I have left of the existence of my twins is an 19 week old ultrasound picture I got from their first appointment with their mother.
I made it to lab in record speed. The DNA analyst that I hired was observing something in his microscope before he looked up at me.
"Don." He acknowledged me as he bowed his head in respect.
"Andrea." I greeted him. "I need you to run a DNA test on these pieces of hair and mine." I instructed as I help up the two baggies of hair.
"Yes, Sir. If I may ask, are these what I think it is?" He inquired as I just gave him a simple nod in response. Andrea's been through it all with me—through all the rejection and all the heartbreak of thinking that I've found my girls when in reality, it really wasn't them.
"How long will it take?" I asked with impatience in my voice as my eyebrow began to tic from frustration.
"At least three days, you know this sir." Andrea voiced.
"Make it today or I'll kill you." I spoke with full intent. I was too anxious to care about anyone or anything else. I needed to know if these were my kids or not as soon as possible. Andrea gulped in fear as he nodded his head.
"Y-Yes Sir, I'll get on it now." He timidly agreed.
As Andrea got to work, I made my way to my office. Every guard I passed by bowed their heads in respect. I sat at my desk and began logging into the school's database to get the phone number of Bellamy and Bay's mother or father. As I scrolled down to their profile, I realized that they only had the mother listed down in their info and that her name was Jordan Jenson. No father was listed. 'Jordan, huh? That's a pretty name.' I thought to myself. You don't really hear the name Jordan in Italy much, especially where I am but I know it's a common name in the states. The only other number listed down as an emergency contact was their grandmother, Josephine Jenson.
I also got to see the twins' full names; Bellamy Blake Jenson-Vinci and Bay Jaydem Jenson-Vinci.
I liked them.
It looks like Jordan wanted the twins to share their biological mothers last name, Vinci. It's sweet but I'd much rather have their last names be Milani if they're mine.
Around ten hours later, Andrea came rushing into my office. His hair was disheveled as if he kept running his hand through his hair and he must've ran because he was out of breath, carrying a few documents with him in a folder.
I tried to keep my composure because I knew what was coming next, the results.
"I'm sorry for barging in here, Sir, but I have the results." He spoke in a rush as he handed me the folder. His scrawny fingers kept pushing his glasses up because they kept falling down.
