For the next few minutes, Gabriel went into a shocked daze. He allowed Abigail and Lorenzo to help him sit down on the freed couch while he stared at the tattooed woman as she wrung her fingers together like a nervous schoolgirl.
He wasn’t sure how to feel about this shocking development. For over two decades, the only family he had known were the guys, Lorenzo, Edward, Trick, and Trey. When they had all ended up in a dark, dirty room about to be used as drug mules when Gabriel was only ten years old, he hadn’t even known if he had a mother, let alone a sister somewhere.
Unlike Lorenzo and Trick, who had come from messed up homes that included fathers who would sell their own kids to drug traffickers, the rest of them had come from orphanages and foster care.
Lorenzo had always thought
