The Mafia Alpha Thought My Twins Were Weak, Until I Bared My Fangs

Chapter 2

He turned and strode out of the secret chamber.

The moment the iron door shut again, I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath.

I had survived for now, but the crisis was far from over.

Late at night, the rain poured down in torrents. I wore a loose black raincoat, clutching two babies who had just woken up tightly against my chest. The drug that made them appear dead was wearing off. Their faint cries were drowned out by deafening thunder.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the rusted gate of the suburban orphanage.

The old director came out wrapped in a coat, her cloudy eyes sizing me up.

"What brings you here so late?" she asked.

I pushed a heavy brown paper bag toward her. Inside was a hundred thousand dollars in cash.

"These are my friend's children," I lowered my voice, my tone urgent. "She was abandoned by a gangster and doesn't have long to live herself. Please, take these two children."

The director glanced at the bag, then at the babies in my arms.

"Without birth certificates, this will be difficult," she said.

"That's why I'm giving you this money," I fixed her with an ice-cold stare. "Take the money and keep your mouth shut. Treat them as abandoned infants left at the door."

The director swallowed and reached out to take the bag.

I placed the two children on the cold iron bed. The moment they left my embrace, the two previously quiet babies suddenly burst into gut-wrenching cries. The sound cut into my heart like a blunt knife, over and over. My hands clenched, nails digging deep into my palms.

"You can go now," the director said coldly, showing me the door.

I bit my lip until it bled, forcing myself to turn around. I couldn't look back. If I looked back, they would die at Leon's hands.

I rushed into the rainy night, letting the cold rain pound against my face. I couldn't tell if it was rain or tears.

By the time I fled back to the tiny, dilapidated apartment, barely a dozen square meters, I was completely numb from the cold. I leaned against the door and slowly slid to the floor. I pressed my hands tightly over my face, and the suppressed sobs finally burst out in the cramped space.

I had abandoned the flesh and blood I carried in my womb for ten months. To survive, I had become a mother worse than a beast.

Exhaustion and cold overwhelmed me, and I collapsed on the floor and passed out.

The next morning, blinding sunlight pierced through the blinds and slashed across my face. I opened my eyes with a splitting headache.

The next second, my breath caught in my throat. On that narrow single bed, two fair-skinned babies lay side by side. They watched me quietly, their dark eyes wide open.

I scrambled across the floor and touched their cheeks in disbelief. Warm. Real. They were the two babies I had abandoned at the orphanage last night.

"How is this possible…" I sank down beside the bed, a chill shooting down my spine.

My phone suddenly buzzed like crazy. It was the orphanage's number.

I answered with trembling fingers, and the director's furious voice came through on the other end.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"The moment you left last night, those two children disappeared. The surveillance cameras didn't even capture who took them," she continued.

"I'm warning you, if this brings any trouble, I'll call the police immediately," she said.

I stared at the two children on the bed.

"Got it. None of your business," I replied.

After hanging up, my blood ran cold.

How did they get back?