The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304: Looney, as in Lunatic.

Lola hadn’t had any experience fighting before Vito came into her life. Even though she’d convinced Loren—back when Loren was alive—to let her enroll in a martial‑arts class, she never really used the training. Besides, she’d only studied for a year and was still at a beginner’s level.

With everything that happened in her life, and with her gaining weight over the years, she almost forgot about it. Years later, when she accidentally saved Vito from the people he was dealing with—only to be ambushed afterward—the man taught her how to fight. In Vito’s world, her life was constantly in danger.

So he began by teaching her how to assemble and dismantle a pistol. When she could do that even blindfolded, he taught her how to aim, shoot, and improve her marksmanship. On top of that, she trained with him in close combat.

When she was finally ready, Vito threw her into a brutal fight against one of his men. She lost—obviously, given her lack of experience. But Vito kept picking her up and throwing her into another fight. It started once every two weeks, then once a week, then every four days, then every other day until it became every night. Her injuries from each fight also lessened.

By the time Lola was thrown into the cage where the real, bloody fights took place, she had already been beaten many times. Still, no one saw it that way. What everyone saw was that before she even set foot in that metal cage—where two fighters battled to the brink of death while the crowd placed bets—Lola looked like she was more than ready.

That place became her real training ground.

Each fight was another lesson, another bruise, another scar, another skill—skills Vito put to use when he’d had enough of the fights and started giving her missions. In no time, she earned a moniker: Looney. As in lunatic.

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"Back then, I was his perfect machine," Lola whispered, eyes cast down. "I never asked questions. I just did what he told me because... it was easier that way. Used to be."

She pursed her lips, then lifted her eyes to meet Atlas’s. "The training lasted eight months, and for the next six months, I fought in the underground cage. The rest... I just did whatever dirty work he wanted me to do."

And with that added experience, Lola got really good at some things she would never be proud of.

"So don’t blame yourself," she squeezed Atlas’s hand. "Vito has a lot of enemies, and they were my enemies too. Those people wanted me dead just as much as they wanted Vito dead. I can only think Vito was either being followed, or he wanted me dead—that’s why he sent Salvo to get me that night. To prove to whoever was watching that I’m still alive."

"I saw the tattoos on one of the men," she added. "They’re from an organized group that had been after me for years—since before I died."

By "dead," she meant she had faked her death to regain her freedom. In the underground, everyone believed Looney was dead. That had let Lola focus on rebuilding her life. Tonight, however, told her that freedom and peace were gone.

Atlas stayed quiet and listened. When she finished, he reached out and cupped her cheek. Lola smiled. His mouth parted, then closed.

"I’m fine," she reassured him. "I told you this story so you’d know these scratches and bruises are nothing compared to the fights I survived in the cage."

She squeezed his hand again. "If anything, I’m glad I can talk about this with you. You’re still crazy about me, right?"

"You can talk about this because I am," he exhaled. "I’m assigning guards to protect you. This won’t happen again."

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