Page 34 of Secret Bratva Twins

I took my seat at the end of the table and asked one of the maids to fetch Gianna from her room.

When she came down, she wore a short dress that exposed most of her long, smooth legs and cleavage.

So fucking sexy.

Filled with so many secrets.

This woman was beautiful and intoxicating in every way a viper was. Yet I was drawn to her. She’d stab a knife to my back, and I’d be on my knees, eating her out until my last breath.

It was unhealthy how obsessed I was becoming with her.

She didn’t greet me as she sat two seats to my right and began to fill her plate with vegetables and grilled chicken.

Did she hate the idea of me speaking to her father so much that she didn’t want to talk to me? She was only making me more curious about what she didn’t want me to know.

“Did you have a good night?” I asked.

She ignored me and threw a piece of chicken wrapped in cabbage into her mouth.

“If this is about me talking to your father, the. I suggest you give up. One of my men was killed last night, and I need to find out what he wants.”

Her eyes widened and she looked at me for the first time since she entered. “He wants to blackmail you. He won’t stop until you give in.”

“He has nothing to blackmail me with.” This was frustrating. “Is there something you want to tell me, Gianna?”

“No,” she shot up to her feet. “I think I just lost my appetite.”

I finished my breakfast alone and in silence, then went up to my room. Paul’s call came in at exactly ten a.m.

I swiped the answer icon. “Make this brief. I don’t have all day.”

“Rude way to someone who’s trying to help you, don’t you agree?” He drawled.

I had no idea where his attitude was coming from, but I wanted to rid him of it. The fucker hadn’t even asked about his daughter. He didn’t care to know whether she was alive or dead. “Get to the points, old man.”

“If you insist, I’m sending you a picture. See the little gift I have for you.”

My phone buzzed with an incoming message. I clicked on the message, and a picture of two kids loaded. They were little twins, and they looked to be around five years old.

I zoomed in on the picture, noticing their blue eyes and dark hair. They looked just like Oleg when he was their age, and they looked like my brothers and me when we were their age.

My heart lurched. “What the hell is this?”

“Isn’t it obvious? They’re your children,” he laughed sardonically. I’m disappointed my sweet daughter kept it a secret from you. You must be stunned. I would pay good money to see the look on your face right now.”

I began to pace my bedroom, taking in this new information.

Twins?

My children?

Gianna never told me I had any children. She never told me she was pregnant either. When did this… it was six years ago. She’d gotten pregnant six years ago.

Or maybe this was Paul’s trick to get me riled up.

“Listen, old man. I don’t know the games you’re playing right now,” I warned, my voice dangerously low. “But I don’t have time for this bullshit.”

“Oh, dear. Trust me when I say it is not a game. Why don’t you confirm it with my daughter?”

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