Dark Places (ONGOING)

It is Stupidity

*Lorenzo Romano pov*
(biological father)

It's been a very long day.
I've had back-to-back meetings with different mafias because the Irish Mafia wants war.

Luckily they don't want war with just the Italians, they want it with the Russians, Greek, Spanish, and Americans.

Like what in the hell are they thinking? Where's this "confidence" coming from if I can even call it that? I think the better use for it is stupidity.

While I'm sitting behind my desk signing papers with a glass of Scotch, my oh-so-lovely sons barge into my office.

I could either yell at them or ignore their existence, which am I to do? I chose to ignore them until they start huffing and puffing and really getting on my ever loving last nerve, I was about to tell them to get the hell out until I got a phone call.

New York Police Department, What the hell do they want? I answered the call and put it on speaker so my sons could hear, immediately a male voice started to speak " Hello is this Lorenzo Romano"
"Yes this is him, What is your purpose for calling me" I started coldly, not really in the mood to talk. Before he started speaking again.

"I would like to inform you that Lisa and John Smith have died and your daughter who goes by Octavia Antonov needs someone to take her in, if not you then she will be sent to a foster home." After he said that I am in shock. I look at the boys to see shock, sadness, joy, and confusion about why her last name is Antonov.

"Mr. Romano are you still there" The officer spoke with annoyance. I guess I didn't respond quickly enough, he can get the fuck over it.

"Yes, I am here send me the location I need to go get her and the paperwork. Thank you." I responded coldly because this man has pissed me off with his "Annoyance"
After I hung up the phone I looked back at the boys, Damon has a cold facade on but I can see how happy he is in his eyes, he was always the closest to her.

Lucas looks calm, he has a soft smile on his face and exactly 1 tear rolling down his cheek.

Clayton is an entirely different story, he is sobbing and laughing and he's a complete mess but it's completely understandable.

The twins though, know they had a sister but they don't remember her, they were so young.
I'm sitting here in complete shock, smiling like the Cheshire cat. I quickly conclude if I don't tell my wife Marianna as soon as possible she will be angry and put me on the couch so I quickly call my wife and tell her to come to my office.

After she gets here I explain to her the phone call and how we found our daughter.
Marianna threw her arms around my waist hugging me and crying so hard that it pains me to hear it.
I looked up and told the boys to prepare the jet and that Damon and I are going to go get her.

Everyone protested that they wanted to see her but I made it clear they were to stay here and prepare her room. I told well more like asked politely if my wife could please stay here where #1. it's safe and #2. she could help the boys with her room because I'm sure they have no idea what they're doing.
She agreed thankfully.
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Damon and I just got on the jet and after a while of sitting in silence I got an email and I realized it was the officer sending me her files, records, addresses, etc.
I looked over everything until I got to a very big file and I was curious so I opened it, of course, I told Damon to come to sit next to me and we realized it was her criminal record.
I am definitely curious now, what could she have done to have her record this thick? The only way to find out is to look so that is what Damon and I did and holy shit...