Identity Crisis

Prologue

My keys jingled in my hands as I searched for the correct one. Why do I have so many damn keys? Finally! I found the one that would open my apartment door. Wincing as I shut the door too hard, I empty my pockets on the kitchen counter, pulling out my wallet, my phone, and my beloved Glock 19.

I can smell cinnamon in the air. Why does it smell like cinnamon? my eyes scan my home. The simple one-room studio apartment doesn't hold much other than a little bathroom, a bed with brown bedding, an average-sized TV on one of the walls, an old desk with a laptop on top, and the little kitchen, which consists of an oven, a mini-fridge and a little dining table littered with beer cans and newspapers. My eyes pass over the messy table and the candle-- the candle?

"not another fucking candle," I groan. Charlotte, My one-night-stand-gone-wrong-and-turned-into-a-clingy-girlfriend-because-she-won't-take-no-for an-answer, Left me another candle. She lit it and left it here for me to find. I hate all the smelly candles. They give me headaches. I grab the cinnamon-scented candle and chuck it out the window down to the street below. I hear a crash and a shout. oops.

A loud cry makes me reach for my gun. only to realize my guns still on the counter. I lunge for it quickly turning off the safety and pointing it in the direction of the cry. It sounded close. after a brief moment of silence, I hear another cry only this time its longer and now morphed into full-fledged sobs. Is that a baby?

The sound is coming from my front door. I make my way over to it and pull it open. my eyes scan the hallway no ones there until I look lower. In a little basket a baby lays sobbing. The loud screeching hurts my ears. I crouch down to have a closer look. a little note lay on top of the child. I flip open the not and begin reading

I heard you had good money and worked hard.

please take good care of her. I can't keep her and I have no idea what to do.

you can name her. She was born on October 3rd. she's 2 months old.

please love her.

the note wasn't signed. They expect me to take this baby? they want me to keep her? who on earth gave them the idea to give me a baby. I'm the least qualified person to have a baby let alone a GIRL.

I bring the baby basket inside shoving all the beer cans off my table before I set it there. the babies wide watery grey eyes stare back at mine. why won't it shut up? my god, it's so loud. what am I going to do? I pick the baby up, holding it by its armpits. my arm outstretched. When I was thinking about what the boys we're getting me for Christmas I didn't think it would be a baby. maybe it's a joke. I'm texting them.

I set the baby back down in her basket and open the group chat.

Me: Did you guys buy me a fucking baby?!

Cruz: Man, are you drunk again?

Aiden: Do you need someone to pick you up?

Kane: No one 'bought' you a baby, Jett.

Me: You all need to come over now.

Kane: To your place?

Me: Yes.

I put my phone down and hold the baby close to me trying to get it to quiet down. I turn on the TV. the loud sound of an action movie is playing and the sounds seem to calm the baby.

"You like the sounds of guns and people fighting, baby?" the now quiet baby looks at me, "Cause I'm good at that. maybe we will get along."

a pounding at the door made me wince as the baby started bawling again.

"NOOOO," I screamed in utter horror. She was quiet! She was happy! and now she's screaming again!! I am going to kill whoever is at the other end of that door. I swing the door open to be met with my guys. disappointing, now I can't kill anyone.

I'm sure I'm quite a sight. My chestnut hair ruffled and my face contorted at the sound of the baby's wails. Bobbing the child up and down in my arms trying to calm it.

I motion for the boys to come in and I shut the door behind them.

"Wow, I never thought I'd see the day when Jett Gunner would be holding a baby in his arms," says Aiden.

"So you really do have a baby. Who's is it?" Cruz asks.

"I think it's supposed to be mine?" I say as more of a question than a statement.

"Wait really?" Kane inquires.

"Well, I don't think it's really mine. I think someone just left her here and hoped I'd take her," I turn and glare at them all, "I swear if one of you told some pregnant lady I'd make a good father I will skin you alive."

"So what are you going to do with it?" Cruz says.

"It's a she not an it. and I think we should keep her," Says Aiden, "wait what's her name?"

"I'm supposed to name her," I say, "But I have no idea what to name a girl-- wait when did we decide to keep her?"

They all shrug. Do they want to keep her? they better help me raise her.

"I say we name her George!" Shouts Cruz

"That's a boy's name, Cruz. you should know better," I reply.

"Georgia's a girl's name. how about that?" Kane adds.

"ok ok but I want to spell it weird," Says Aiden.

"What why?" I ask.

"For fun. It'll make her more unique. how about we spell it with a j?" he says.

"Jorgia," I say trying the name out.

"what do we think?" Asks Aiden

everyone nods as I say.

"I like it. baby Jorgia Gunner."

"We have a gang baby!" shouts Aiden in excitement.

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A/N

This story is primarily about Jorgia when she's an adult. But I thought giving a bit of background about her dads and how she came into her life of crime would be fun.

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