I woke up the next morning but I wasn't alone.

Two teens were sprawled along the couch in front of the bed. A boy and a girl.

Their faces weren't facing towards me. I got out of bed and stretched my legs. I went to the bathroom and changed out of my clothes. Inside the closet were men's clothes and more girl outfits in a size larger than my own. Maybe it was for the two people who were sleeping in the couch.

I walk back into the room and the two people weren't on the couch. Where did they go?

"Now!" screams someone before I hit my hard on the floor and go unconscious.

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"What did you do Lorenzo!?" a girl screams.

"You would've done the same thing Marina! How was I supposed to know she was Valentina? She could've been someone we could get answers from," says the boy.

I wake up to a pounding in my head. I was back on the bed and I felt the presence of two others.

"Antonio?" I say with tears in my eyes.

"Valentina!" they say at the same time.

I pull them into a hug and start sobbing my eyes out. "You're real! You're the twins in the picture. You are actually my siblings!"

They cry with me for a few minutes and finally we settle down.

"How did you get here?" I ask.

"Well we just woke up in this room. We have no idea how," says my sister.

"Um I'm so sorry for calling you sweetcheeks Valentina."

"You what?" screams Marina.

"I can't believe my brother called me sweetcheeks!" I exclaim with laughter.

"I just wanted to get you riled up. I was never attracted to you. You just reminded me of all the pain we went through looking for you in Italy. I had a feeling you were my sister but it seemed too impossible. I'm sorry," Lorenzo gives me a hug.

"Apology accepted."

Marina interrupts. "You know. I heard someone has a little crush on our dear sister."

"Who?" Lorenzo demands.

"Tyler!" She squeals.

My cheeks immediately redden. He likes me? I wish I could tell him how I feel.

"Aww she likes him too!" She smiles.

Lorenzo tenses. "No dating until your thirty!"

Marina gasps. "But you let me date someone when we turned 16!"

"You are different."

"What's that supposed to mean!"

They start bickering but I can't help but smile. I have a family.

"How do you say 'my family' in Italian?" I ask.

"Mia famiglia."

I smile. I can't wait until I can see the rest of my family.

"I have another question. Zach and Natasha told me that I have other siblings. Can you tell me about them?" I ask.

"Well we have two other sisters. Venice is about to turn fifteen. She is super bossy and is way too relatable for her own good. You know her as Kacy, I'm assuming. And Rosé is seven. She is super hyper and loves princesses," answers Lorenzo.

"And we have a little brother named Luca. He's five right now. He is even more energetic than Rosé. And mom just figured out she was pregnant!" continues Marina.

"Wow." I say in astonishment.

We were interrupted by a door opening, revealing mR. rUsSiaN mAfIa. What is so important about all this that he felt the need to kidnap us?

"Hello kids. Glad you are enjoying each other's company. The war has begun and I need to keep you all safe. Now get dressed in the clothes that the maid has chosen and meet me downstairs. You have thirty minutes."

"Can't we wear pajamas?" whines Marina.

Now isn't the time for acting like babies. It's time to get out of here.

"No. We'll get dressed Mr. Sharapov." I say following the maid towards the closet.

"See act like your sister. You can learn lots from her." Sergei says before leaving the room.

The maid hands me two dresses and a tux. She passes me some hair tools and make up then leaves the room.

"Get dressed I have a plan," I say to my siblings.

I put on the long navy blue dress and brush my hair. I feel like all my scars are exposed but I dispose of any negative thoughts. I walk out the bathroom and see the twins in their outfits.

I hate how it shows off my scars, but now isn't the time to be worried about that. I'll be fine.

"So what's this plan of yours?"

I look at the bracelet on my left wrist. "This bracelet has a tracker inside of it. Your- I mean our dad has been trying to track it but it's under someone's control. I think his name is Napoleon but that doesn't matter. If we can find a computer I can try to crack the code and let Dad know where we are."

"You can do that?" Lorenzo asks.

"I took a class on it at my last school. We just need to find a computer."

They pause.

"What was it like your whole life," questions Marina sadly, her eyes focusing on my arms and neck.

"It wasn't great. But I don't want to talk about it right now. Let's go," I say walking out the door, the twins following behind.

A new wave of confidence rises over me.

I will see you soon, my family.

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