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Noémi stood petrified at that door while looking at Zack, who was standing in the doorway with a suitcase and a baby in his arms. When Chiara came up to her with curiosity, the impression was shared. “Zack…? What are you doing here?” she stammered. “You better sit down,” he said as he entered the house. “We need to talk.” The twins looked at each other, but after noticing the door he was coming in alone, they closed it and followed him into the living room. “If I’m here it’s because I need your help.” “What do you mean?” Noémi asked. “What’s going on?” Telling them everything that was happening, unfortunately, included a much longer story that she couldn’t ignore. “See? I told you!” Chiara exclaimed, standing up. “I knew she wasn’t your daughter, and then you went to lie to us right in our faces!” “Who the fuck cares that she’s not my daughter anymore, Chiara!?” Zack got upset. She’s still my family and I’m going to take care of her, that’s why I’m here, because her mother is in jail and needs someone to take care of her. I was hoping you two could help me do that. Zack couldn’t tell which of the two turned more livid. Thank you for reading on LeeNovelas.com. Noémi shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. “Noooo, we can’t do it,” she said, gesturing. “We’ve never taken care of a baby!” “Well, neither can I, and here I am! You do what’s right when you have to!” “But we… and a girl… noooooo…” Zack stood up, his lips pressed together as he held the baby to his chest. “Let’s get one thing straight: Loan and Milo are in Canada. Remember. Read this novel only on LeeNovelas.com, not on other sites. helping me. I can’t take the girl to Mommy because our father is still in the hospital, so you’re all I have.” “This girl is my daughter, it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t have my blood, she’s still my daughter! And her mother is in jail instead of me because the one they were trying to frame was me. So I literally have no one else to turn to!” she exclaimed. “Ever since you two were born I’ve always taken care of you, I’ve always been there for you, no matter if we don’t have the best relationship! I love you, you’re my sisters! So now it’s up to you two to decide what kind of sisters you want to be!” Noémi and Chiara looked at each other with an uncertain expression but Zack was right, although the relationship had gotten a little screwed up along the way he had never disowned them. They had trusted him since they were little girls and he had always been by their side. Finally, Chiara stepped forward, her voice strong and confident. “Give her to me. I’m keeping her,” she said. Noémi looked at her sister in surprise, but didn’t say anything. She knew that if Chiara took responsibility then they were in this together. Zack smiled and handed the baby to Chiara. “Thank you,” he said, his throat tight as he felt sorry to part with her. His sister cradled the baby in her arms, taking deep breaths to calm herself. “Promise me you’ll take care of her. I’m leaving you my heart, Chiara.”Don’t disappoint me. Chiara shook her head firmly. “I won’t.” Noémi came over and put her arm around her sister’s shoulder. She felt the warmth of the girl’s body against hers. “It’s okay, we’ll take care of her,” she said as well. “Go away in peace…” “But leave the phone open…!” We really don’t know anything about children. Zack nodded, relieved. “Thank you,” he repeated, hugging them. “In her bag is everything you need to know. First and foremost, she’s lactose intolerant.” She spent a few minutes explaining the essentials to them and then turned around and walked away, disappearing into the darkness. She had to trust them. They might have a thousand flaws but they were her sisters, she had seen them grow up and loved them despite everything, and she had to trust that despite their differences they would love her just the same. Noémi and Chiara stood in the doorway, watching him go. The baby slept in Chiara’s arms, safe and protected, but she would soon wake up with two strangers. Noémi put her hand on her sister’s shoulder and squeezed. “What the hell are we going to do with a baby?” she murmured. “Rehearse for when it’s our turn?” Chiara replied. “Come on,” she said quietly. “Let’s go inside.” And the two of them went inside praying that the baby would at least take a little while to wake up. Eight hours later, while Zack was flying back to Vancouver, he received the first call. “Is everything okay? Did something happen to Adriana?” he asked, scared, but as soon as Chiara turned on the camera on her cell phone she could see Adriana crawling all over the apartment. “She’s fine, but we’ll never have children…” Noémi stammered as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. “I wanted to ask you something very important… why does she poop so much?” Zack held back his laughter and preferred not to ask her exactly what that spot on her eyebrow was. She was already quite disheveled. “It’s normal. Babies are like that, but if things get really tough you can hire a specialized nurse,” Zack replied. “Did she drink her bottle?” “Well… she drank like half of it…” his sister murmured. “And what happened to the other half?” Zack asked. “Chiara is using that one in her wet t-shirt contest,” Noémi said, and Zack understood perfectly that she had thrown the bottle at him. In the background he heard screams and a minute later Chiara sat in front of the camera with the baby in her arms. “She’s still whole, but… um… what if we switch to the boys?” Chiara asked, eyebrows knitting together. “We’re lawyers, they’re not, we could help more…” Zack held back his tenderness. That movie was called: “Two incompetents and a baby.” “I’ll do my best, but in the meantime, take out your extensions because she’s starting the hair-pulling phase,” he told them. “Extensions? Extensions? Who does this idiot think we are? We don’t use extensions!” Noémi grumbled. “Yeah, you better hang up on him now.”Noémi came over and put her arm around her sister’s shoulder. She felt the warmth of the little girl’s body against hers. “It’s okay, we’ll take care of her,” she said as well. “Go away in peace…” “But leave the phone open…” We really don’t know anything about children. Zack nodded, relieved. “Thank you,” he repeated, hugging them. “In her bag is everything you need to know. First and foremost, she’s lactose intolerant.” She spent a few minutes explaining the essentials to them and then turned around and walked away, disappearing into the darkness. She had to trust them. They might have a thousand defects but they were her sisters, she had seen them grow up and loved them despite everything, and she had to trust that despite their differences they would love her just the same. Noémi and Chiara stood in the doorway, watching him go. The baby slept in Chiara’s arms, safe and protected, but she would soon wake up with two strangers. Noémi put her hand on her sister’s shoulder and squeezed. “What the hell are we going to do with a baby?” she muttered. “Rehearse for when it’s our turn?” Chiara replied. “Come on,” she said quietly. “Let’s go inside.” And the two of them went inside, praying that the baby would at least take a little while to wake up. Eight hours later, while Zack was flying back to Vancouver, he received the first call. “Is everything okay? Did something happen to Adriana?” he asked, scared, but as soon as Chiara turned on the camera on her cell phone she could see Adriana crawling all over the apartment. “She’s fine, but we’ll never have children…” Noémi stammered while wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. “I wanted to ask you something very important… why does she poop so much?” Zack held back his laughter and preferred not to ask her exactly what that stain on her eyebrow was. She was already quite disheveled. “It’s normal. Babies are like that, but if things get really difficult you can hire a specialized nurse,” Zack replied. Did she drink her bottle? “Well… she drank like half of it…” her sister murmured. “And what happened to the other half?” Zack asked. “Chiara is using that one in her wet t-shirt contest,” Noémi said, and Zack understood perfectly that she had thrown the bottle at him. In the background he heard screams and a minute later Chiara sat in front of the camera with the baby in her arms. “She’s still whole, but… um… what if we switch to the boys?” Chiara asked, knitting her eyebrows. “We’re lawyers, they’re not, we could help more…” Zack held back his tenderness. That movie was called: “Two incompetents and a baby.” “I’ll do my best, but in the meantime, take out your extensions because he’s starting the hair-pulling phase,” he told them. “Extensions? Extensions? Who does this idiot think we are? We don’t use extensions!” Noémi grumbled. —Yes, you better hang up now.Noémi came over and put her arm around her sister’s shoulder. She felt the warmth of the little girl’s body against hers. “It’s okay, we’ll take care of her,” she said as well. “Go away in peace…” “But leave the phone open…” We really don’t know anything about children. Zack nodded, relieved. “Thank you,” he repeated, hugging them. “In her bag is everything you need to know. First and foremost, she’s lactose intolerant.” She spent a few minutes explaining the essentials to them and then turned around and walked away, disappearing into the darkness. She had to trust them. They might have a thousand defects but they were her sisters, she had seen them grow up and loved them despite everything, and she had to trust that despite their differences they would love her just the same. Noémi and Chiara stood in the doorway, watching him go. The baby slept in Chiara’s arms, safe and protected, but she would soon wake up with two strangers. Noémi put her hand on her sister’s shoulder and squeezed. “What the hell are we going to do with a baby?” she muttered. “Rehearse for when it’s our turn?” Chiara replied. “Come on,” she said quietly. “Let’s go inside.” And the two of them went inside, praying that the baby would at least take a little while to wake up. Eight hours later, while Zack was flying back to Vancouver, he received the first call. “Is everything okay? Did something happen to Adriana?” he asked, scared, but as soon as Chiara turned on the camera on her cell phone she could see Adriana crawling all over the apartment. “She’s fine, but we’ll never have children…” Noémi stammered while wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. “I wanted to ask you something very important… why does she poop so much?” Zack held back his laughter and preferred not to ask her exactly what that stain on her eyebrow was. She was already quite disheveled. “It’s normal. Babies are like that, but if things get really difficult you can hire a specialized nurse,” Zack replied. Did she drink her bottle? “Well… she drank like half of it…” her sister murmured. “And what happened to the other half?” Zack asked. “Chiara is using that one in her wet t-shirt contest,” Noémi said, and Zack understood perfectly that she had thrown the bottle at him. In the background he heard screams and a minute later Chiara sat in front of the camera with the baby in her arms. “She’s still whole, but… um… what if we switch to the boys?” Chiara asked, knitting her eyebrows. “We’re lawyers, they’re not, we could help more…” Zack held back his tenderness. That movie was called: “Two incompetents and a baby.” “I’ll do my best, but in the meantime, take out your extensions because he’s starting the hair-pulling phase,” he told them. “Extensions? Extensions? Who does this idiot think we are? We don’t use extensions!” Noémi grumbled. —Yes, you better hang up now.Zack nodded, relieved. “Thank you,” he repeated, hugging them. “In your bag is everything you need to know. First and foremost, you are lactose intolerant.” He spent a few minutes explaining the essentials to them and then he turned and walked away, disappearing into the darkness. He had to trust them. They might have a thousand defects but they were his sisters, he had seen them grow and he loved them despite everything, and he had to trust that despite their differences they loved him just the same. Noémi and Chiara stood in the doorway, watching him go. The baby slept in Chiara’s arms, safe and protected, but soon she would wake up with two strangers. Noémi put her hand on her sister’s shoulder and squeezed. “What the hell are we going to do with a baby?” she murmured. “Rehearse for when it’s our turn?” Chiara replied. “Come on,” she said quietly. “Let’s go inside.” And the two of them went inside praying that the baby would at least take a little while to wake up. Eight hours later, while Zack was flying back to Vancouver, he received the first call. “Is everything okay? Did something happen to Adriana?” he asked, scared, but as soon as Chiara turned on the camera on her cell phone she could see Adriana crawling all over the apartment. “She’s fine, but we’ll never have children…” Noémi stammered while wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. “I wanted to ask you something very important… why does she poop so much?” Zack held back his laughter and preferred not to ask her exactly what that stain on her eyebrow was. She was already quite disheveled. “It’s normal. Babies are like that, but if things get really difficult you can hire a specialized nurse,” Zack answered. “Did she drink her bottle?” “Well… she drank like half of it…” his sister murmured. “And what happened to the other half?” Zack asked. —Chiara is using that one in her wet t-shirt contest, Noémi said, and Zack understood perfectly that she had thrown the bottle on him. In the background he heard screams and a minute later Chiara sat in front of the camera with the baby in her arms. —She is still whole, but… um… what if we switch to the boys? —Chiara asked, knitting her eyebrows. —We are lawyers, they are not, we could help more… Zack held back his tenderness. That movie was called: “Two incompetents and a baby.” —I will do my best, but in the meantime, take out the extensions because he is starting the hair-pulling phase —he told them. —Extensions? Extensions? Who does this idiot think we are? We don’t use extensions! —Noémi grumbled. —Yes, you better hang up on him now.Zack nodded, relieved. “Thank you,” he repeated, hugging them. “In your bag is everything you need to know. First and foremost, you are lactose intolerant.” He spent a few minutes explaining the essentials to them and then he turned and walked away, disappearing into the darkness. He had to trust them. They might have a thousand defects but they were his sisters, he had seen them grow and he loved them despite everything, and he had to trust that despite their differences they loved him just the same. Noémi and Chiara stood in the doorway, watching him go. The baby slept in Chiara’s arms, safe and protected, but soon she would wake up with two strangers. Noémi put her hand on her sister’s shoulder and squeezed. “What the hell are we going to do with a baby?” she murmured. “Rehearse for when it’s our turn?” Chiara replied. “Come on,” she said quietly. “Let’s go inside.” And the two of them went inside praying that the baby would at least take a little while to wake up. Eight hours later, while Zack was flying back to Vancouver, he received the first call. “Is everything okay? Did something happen to Adriana?” he asked, scared, but as soon as Chiara turned on the camera on her cell phone she could see Adriana crawling all over the apartment. “She’s fine, but we’ll never have children…” Noémi stammered while wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. “I wanted to ask you something very important… why does she poop so much?” Zack held back his laughter and preferred not to ask her exactly what that stain on her eyebrow was. She was already quite disheveled. “It’s normal. Babies are like that, but if things get really difficult you can hire a specialized nurse,” Zack answered. “Did she drink her bottle?” “Well… she drank like half of it…” his sister murmured. “And what happened to the other half?” Zack asked. —Chiara is using that one in her wet t-shirt contest, Noémi said, and Zack understood perfectly that she had thrown the bottle on him. In the background he heard screams and a minute later Chiara sat in front of the camera with the baby in her arms. —She is still whole, but… um… what if we switch to the boys? —Chiara asked, knitting her eyebrows. —We are lawyers, they are not, we could help more… Zack held back his tenderness. That movie was called: “Two incompetents and a baby.” —I will do my best, but in the meantime, take out the extensions because he is starting the hair-pulling phase —he told them. —Extensions? Extensions? Who does this idiot think we are? We don’t use extensions! —Noémi grumbled. —Yes, you better hang up on him now.and he had to trust that despite their differences they loved him the same. Noémi and Chiara stood in the doorway, watching him go. The baby slept in Chiara’s arms, safe and protected, but she would soon wake up with two strangers. Noémi put her hand on her sister’s shoulder and squeezed. “What the hell are we going to do with a baby?” she murmured. “Rehearse for when it’s our turn?” Chiara replied. “Come on,” she said quietly. “Let’s go inside.” And the two of them went inside praying that the baby would at least take a little while to wake up. Eight hours later, while Zack was flying back to Vancouver, he received the first call. “Is everything okay? Did something happen to Adriana?” he asked, scared, but as soon as Chiara turned on the camera on her cell phone she could see Adriana crawling all over the apartment. “She’s fine, but we’ll never have children…” Noémi stammered as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. I wanted to ask you something very important… why does she poop so much? Zack held back his laughter and preferred not to ask her exactly what that stain on her eyebrow was. She was already quite disheveled. “It’s normal. Babies are like that, but if things get really difficult you can hire a specialized nurse,” Zack answered. “Did she drink her bottle?” “Well… she drank like half of it…” his sister murmured. “And what happened to the other half?” Zack asked. “Chiara is using that one in her wet t-shirt contest,” Noémi said, and Zack understood perfectly that she had thrown the bottle at him. In the background he heard screams and a minute later Chiara sat in front of the camera with the baby in her arms. “She’s still whole, but… um… what if we switch with the boys?” Chiara asked, eyebrows knitting together. “We’re lawyers, they’re not, we could help more…” Zack held back his tenderness. That movie was called “Two Incompetents and a Baby.” “I’ll do my best, but in the meantime, take out your extensions because he’s starting to pull out his hair,” she told them. “Extensions? Extensions? Who does this idiot think we are? We don’t use extensions!” Noémi grumbled. “Yeah, you better hang up on him now.”and he had to trust that despite their differences they loved him the same. Noémi and Chiara stood in the doorway, watching him go. The baby slept in Chiara’s arms, safe and protected, but she would soon wake up with two strangers. Noémi put her hand on her sister’s shoulder and squeezed. “What the hell are we going to do with a baby?” she murmured. “Rehearse for when it’s our turn?” Chiara replied. “Come on,” she said quietly. “Let’s go inside.” And the two of them went inside praying that the baby would at least take a little while to wake up. Eight hours later, while Zack was flying back to Vancouver, he received the first call. “Is everything okay? Did something happen to Adriana?” he asked, scared, but as soon as Chiara turned on the camera on her cell phone she could see Adriana crawling all over the apartment. “She’s fine, but we’ll never have children…” Noémi stammered as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. I wanted to ask you something very important… why does she poop so much? Zack held back his laughter and preferred not to ask her exactly what that stain on her eyebrow was. She was already quite disheveled. “It’s normal. Babies are like that, but if things get really difficult you can hire a specialized nurse,” Zack answered. “Did she drink her bottle?” “Well… she drank like half of it…” his sister murmured. “And what happened to the other half?” Zack asked. “Chiara is using that one in her wet t-shirt contest,” Noémi said, and Zack understood perfectly that she had thrown the bottle at him. In the background he heard screams and a minute later Chiara sat in front of the camera with the baby in her arms. “She’s still whole, but… um… what if we switch with the boys?” Chiara asked, eyebrows knitting together. “We’re lawyers, they’re not, we could help more…” Zack held back his tenderness. That movie was called “Two Incompetents and a Baby.” “I’ll do my best, but in the meantime, take out your extensions because he’s starting to pull out his hair,” she told them. “Extensions? Extensions? Who does this idiot think we are? We don’t use extensions!” Noémi grumbled. “Yeah, you better hang up on him now.”“But we will never have children…” Noémi stammered as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. “I wanted to ask you something very important… why does she poop so much?” Zack held back his laughter and preferred not to ask her exactly what that stain on her eyebrow was. She was already quite disheveled. “It’s normal. Babies are like that, but if things get really difficult you can hire a specialized nurse,” Zack replied. “Did she drink her bottle?” “Well… she drank like half of it…” her sister murmured. “And what happened to the other half?” Zack asked. “Chiara is using that one in her wet t-shirt contest,” Noémi said, and Zack understood perfectly that she had thrown the bottle at him. In the background he heard screams and a minute later Chiara sat in front of the camera with the baby in her arms. “She’s still whole, but… um… what if we switch with the boys?” Chiara asked, knitting her eyebrows. We are lawyers, they are not, we could help more… Zack held back his tenderness. That movie was called: “Two incompetents and a baby”… “I will do my best, but in the meantime, take out your extensions because he is starting the hair pulling phase” he told them. “Extensions? Extensions? Who does this idiot think we are? We don’t use extensions!” Noémi grumbled. “Yeah, you better hang up on him now.”“But we will never have children…” Noémi stammered as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. “I wanted to ask you something very important… why does she poop so much?” Zack held back his laughter and preferred not to ask her exactly what that stain on her eyebrow was. She was already quite disheveled. “It’s normal. Babies are like that, but if things get really difficult you can hire a specialized nurse,” Zack replied. “Did she drink her bottle?” “Well… she drank like half of it…” her sister murmured. “And what happened to the other half?” Zack asked. “Chiara is using that one in her wet t-shirt contest,” Noémi said, and Zack understood perfectly that she had thrown the bottle at him. In the background he heard screams and a minute later Chiara sat in front of the camera with the baby in her arms. “She’s still whole, but… um… what if we switch with the boys?” Chiara asked, knitting her eyebrows. We are lawyers, they are not, we could help more… Zack held back his tenderness. That movie was called: “Two incompetents and a baby”… “I will do my best, but in the meantime, take out your extensions because he is starting the hair pulling phase” he told them. “Extensions? Extensions? Who does this idiot think we are? We don’t use extensions!” Noémi grumbled. “Yeah, you better hang up on him now.”Extensions! Ha! —Chiara growled and when the call was cut she turned to her twin—. I take yours off and you take mine off? —Come on, and just in case your eyelashes too… And you better take a shower because you smell like a dairy cow. —Yeah well… you have shit on your forehead! —Whaaat!? And even though Zack knew he had left a small bomb in his sisters’ lives, at least he was relieved because for a moment he had seen in them the same girls who used to love him unconditionally. He counted the seconds until he was back, he called every hour and only managed to find out that on the other side they were also desperate. —I would like to tell you the opposite, but I think Mason Lee made a good nest among the police. You can’t trust anyone in this police station, and the truth is that Andrea has everything against him —Gazca told him. —But we have to be able to do something! We have to get her out somehow! —Zack exclaimed, distressed. —For now, it was only determined that she will be sent to jail pending trial, the judge denied her bail because in drug cases people tend to escape easily —the Lawyer sighed—. You have to understand that the mafia is very well positioned here. What’s more, if we go by the lawyer she has, and by the drugs she got… it’s most likely that Mason Lee is working for the Rizzuto family. And that’s a big mafia, Zack. People with a lot of power. —So there’s no way to fix it? —he asked—. What’s your advice? That I give up? —My advice is to fight through legal means, but the way I see things… if she can escape, the better —Gazca growled. The police here are compromised, you can’t expect help. Zack clenched his fists helplessly, he had never been involved in something like that, the situation was desperate, but if there really were such large forces in motion, then there must be greater forces against him. —If there’s one thing I’m sure of—he muttered with renewed calm—it’s that in this fucking world, Mason Lee is not a super predator. There’s someone above him in the food chain, and I’m going to make that someone eat him. He hung up the phone and took fifteen minutes to evaluate his next move. Then he got up from his seat and went to see the knock on the cockpit door. —We need to change the course of the flight, see if you can request a new itinerary— he said to one of them. —Where do you want to go, sir? —To Virginia, United States, the sooner we get there, the better— he declared. The pilot frowned and looked at him worriedly. —We’ll try to communicate with an American control tower, maybe we’ll have to refuel first, but I don’t see any problem. Is there an emergency in Virginia? —Yes… Zack smiled to himself—. There are the super predators I need.