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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"Jordan this is Katya, Katya this is Jordan." Gio introduced us, his Italian accent thick with nervousness as I stared him down.
I gave the young girl a quick friendly smile. "Hi Katya, it's nice to meet you." I politely said, knowing damn well I didn't understand what the hell was going on.
"H-Hi m-ma'am." She bowed her head in respect, hugging herself close. Her Russian accent is pretty thick and her demeanor was very shy-like, almost reminding me of Bellamy for a short moment.
"Katya, why don't you have a seat on the couch, I'm gonna chat to Jordan really quick." He announced as the young girl nodded and took a seat while Gio took my hand and dragged me to the kitchen. That way we still have an eye on Katya while we have a private conversation.
"Who the fuck did you bring into my house?" I quietly shouted at Gio once we were out of Katya's earshot.
Gio grimaced. "She has no one else, Jordan." He said solemnly as he took my hand in his and explained everything that happened today with her and what she had told him about herself.
"I get that you feel sorry for her Gio, I really do but I- we don't know her, Gio. Didn't you say she would go to some women's shelter or orphanage for kids like her or something? She could be lying to you for all we know?" I expressed my concerns.
"I understand. Everything your telling me now I've already thought of repeatedly. I just- she reminds me of someone, J and I feel like I- we can help her more than some orphanage can just for the time being."
I sighed, "How am I supposed to juggle three kids, Gio? And doesn't she still have trauma that she still needs to heal from?"
"You wouldn't be doing it alone, Jordan. I live here now and we're together, remember? And we can find her a therapist to talk to." He reasoned. "But look if you truly do not want her in your house, I'll take her to the orphanage and I won't be mad. The decision is yours love, I'd never do something that makes you uncomfortable or make a commitment that we don't one hundred percent agree on together." He added knowingly.
I sighed helplessly, "W-What if she has underlying plans to hurt us, Gio? Hurt the kids-"
"I-I promise I-I'm not a-a th-threat ma'am. I m-mean no harm to y-you or your k-kids or your husband. I-If it's best th-that I leave, I c-can go. I d-don't want to c-cause any tro-trouble." Katya apprehensively said as she announced her presence, overhearing and interrupting Gio and I's conversation. The fact that she called Gio my husband did make my heart flutter but it came as quickly as it went due to the circumstances.
I took a breath and looked towards Katya's direction and that's when I noticed how fragile she really was, how vulnerable she really seemed and that made me ashamed of myself. My mother always taught me to never prejudge anyone and here I am judging a young teenage girl. Even though I know it's for a good reason it still makes me feel a little bad because she's done nothing to me to think otherwise.
