Page 43 of Taken By Her Two Savage Bikers
Opening the door wide I found Gabriella exactly where she was supposed to be. She was sitting up cross-legged on the bed with her back against the wall. One arm was draped over the side of the bed, secured to the radiator with handcuffs. Her once heavily applied eye make-up was smeared down her cheeks and she looked as though she hadn’t slept a wink. I hadn’t slept well either, so didn’t blame her on that one.
I wasn’t sure what to say, so muttered a simple, “Good morning,” as I cautiously proceeded into the room toward the bed. “I hope you like maple syrup on blueberry pancakes.” Placing the food on the bed within arm’s reach, I took a step back and then perched myself at the foot of the bed.
“I do… Thanks.” She looked down at the food. Picking up the plastic fork she laughed. “Plastic fork… Really?”
“That’s what they gave me when I was in here.” I shrugged, giving her a hint of a smile. “Still do actually.”
She laughed a little harder as she stabbed at one of the pancakes. “You were in my spot before huh?” Tearing a piece off the first pancake she stuffed it into her mouth, chewing vigorously.
“Yeah, last week. They thought I was you so they took me by mistake.”
Popping another piece of pancake into her mouth she nodded as she chewed. “I can see where they would have made the mistake. How old are you, Lola?”
“Twenty-eight.”
She was about to poke at another piece of pancake and stopped, looking back up to stare into my eyes. “Your birthday?”
“February eighteenth.”
The fork fell from her fingertips as her eyes narrowed. She stared at me for so long it made me squirm and look away. Perhaps this was a bad idea.
“You were born in Los Angeles?”
“Yeah… Raised in New York though.”
“You were adopted out at birth, right? It was a closed adoption. Your parents never did tell you which adoption agency they got you from?”
I eyed her, a shiver running though me. It wasn’t a coincidence that we looked like each other. There was a reason for it. “How is this possible?”
She shrugged. “It happens more than you expect.”
“You’re my twin… Aren’t you?” I had to say it out loud to believe it. But saying it out loud seemed to insane to my ears.
“That’s my guess.” She didn’t seem nearly as shook over the information as I was. Why the fuck wasn’t she freaking out right now?
“How?” I lowered my gaze and shook my head.
“My guess is that our mother was a meth head or something of the likes and she was offered money to buy us at birth.”
“But why separate us?”
She shrugged. “Maybe she was able to make more money if we were sold separately… Money talks you know, and there’s some pretty major money in the baby buying business.”
I released a loud huff of air. There were so many questions racing through my head. The idea of my parents buying me was in direct contrast to the values that they instilled in me my entire life. “Why not just use an adoption agency? A regular one.”
She laughed and stabbed at another piece of pancake. “These are really fucking good, sister.”
“No... Don’t… Don’t call me that. This doesn’t make sense.” I pinched my left arm and yelped. Nothing changed. I was indeed awake. “My parents were good, honest–”
“Purchasers of newborn babies,” she supplied.
Angered surged within me. “How care you imply that? And just remember if my parents did what you’re accusing them of then that means your parents did to.”
“My father was a Colombian drug lord and mother practically his slave. They are both dead now, shot by a rival drug ring. I wouldn’t put it past either of them. They treated me like a princess, but their way of making money wasn’t all roses and unicorns.”
The room started spinning. This was too much. Planting both palms flat out in front of me on my knees, I leaned over, inhaling deeply and slowly releasing the breath over and over until the spinning ceased. She was so nonchalant about it. It was as though she didn’t give a shit about any of it. How could someone get to the point where they were so fucked in the head that a revelation like this didn’t completely shatter their world?
“Come now. You can’t be so naive that you’re not able to accept shit like this happens every day.”
