Old and New

Chapter-2

  VINCENTS POV.

A little bit earlier.

I was tired, and ready to hop our asses back in the jet and go back home.

We have a 'client' here in Washington.

He hasn't been paying his dues and we are here to settle the debt.

Apparently he goes by "Mr. Trent."

"Why do we have be here at three in the morning?" I asked Axel in a hushed tone.

  We all had jobs in our business.
I'm the one who takes care of our cover up business.

Damon is the interrogator.

Axel plans all of our attacks and gets the information on our clients or enemies.

And Dean is the ring leader of it all since he's the oldest, thus the most mature. You would have never have guessed that him and Damon were twins. Dean, was older of course, and Damon was a very big party person.

"Because it's easier to break into someone's hows to possibly torture them when no ones up idiota!"
I rolled by eyes and followed my brothers into the surprisingly unlocked house.

  The house itself was clean. Old, but clean.

There were a lot of pictures of little kids on the wall.

  I took a closer look at one with a little boy on it.

At the bottom of the frame read: "Tony Ryan. Adopted from Mr. Trent's orphanage in 2013."

   "Guys, it's an orphanage. We can't kill him." I said, or whispered.

"Damn it!" Axel quietly yelled in the background.

  I rolled my eyes.

Blood thirsty idiot.

My eyes ran down each picture until I got to the last one.

She looked like mom.

Long, curly brown hair, with a slight mix of red if you looked close enough. Same couple of freckles mom had and everything. Even the same golden skin tone.

  And her eyes.
Just like our fathers. Like hot chocolate on the coldest of days. The kind of eyes that would just warm your soul.
I could see the chain of what I'm assuming is a gold cross around her neck.
  I looked at her name at the bottom of the frame.

"Lana Vinati."

Was all it said.

But those two names were enough.

She was the Lana. Our little Lana.

"Guys!" I semi-yelled.

They came over to see what I was talking about.

   "This is our Lana."

They stood their with both shock and excitement on their faces.

  "What if she's already adopted?" Asked Damon.

  "What if that's not really her?" Axel asked a moment after.

  I have him a look.

The brains of a damn fly I tell you.

Damon, and Dean gave him the same look I did.

  "Her names Lana Vinati dumbass. Now, what's our last name?" Damon said sarcastically.

  "Vinati." He responded sheepishly.