The runaways (Martinez twins)

Chapter 4

Paris France. August 2nd 11:56PM.
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"He said he would be home in five minutes.. That was almost two hours ago," Boggi said with concern laced in his tone of voice.

"So?" Ivan replied coldly as he continued eating his bowl of cereal.

"So, something may have happened so we should check on him, maybe go find him?" Boggi suggested, as he got up.

"I'm not gonna get out in the cold and look for him. He made his choice to go over there so he can take care of himself," Ivan replied, Staring at his food.

"Look, I get it. You're mad at him, He's mad at you, But that's your fucking brother. If roles were reversed. He'd be looking for you," Boggi spoke sternly, his tone sounded demanding.

"Well that's him, not me." Ivan said huskily, as he finished his bowl of cereal and sat his dish in the sink.

Boggi rolled his eyes and grabbed his laptop, and began tracking Emilio's phone.

After what felt like forever (only though it was 10 minutes of tracking) He found Emilio's location. "I got his location, come on you're coming with me." Boggi spoke in a raspy deep voice, as he looked at ivan.

Ivan rolled his eyes and sighed as he stood up from the couch and slid his sneakers on and tied them. Boggi doing the same as ivan,

Ivan did feel scared for Emilio, But he was too mad to show it. He did want his brother to be home and safe.

They left and went out to find Emilio.

After a few minutes of walking, they came up on the location Emilio's phone showed.

"It says he's in an alley?.." Boggi said in a questioning tone.

Ivan shrugged and looked around, "We shouldn't even be out here, We're gonna get caught." Ivan said in frustration, causing boggi to look at ivan like "Shut the fuck up" , which made ivan go quiet instantly.

Boggi and Ivan walked down the alley and saw Emilio sitting on the ground, leaned up against the wall of the alley. Blood soaking throw his hoodie on his stomach, his face was bloody and bruised, he had a black eye as well.

"Oh my God," Boggi said in a panicked tone, as he rushed over to Emilio. Ivan saw the condition his brother was in and quickly walked over, not saying a word.

"Emilio?" Boggi questioned, as he checked Emilio's pulse and breathing, "His pulse and breathing is very faint," Boggi said huskily, as he gently picked Emilio up bridal style, and started walking back to their house,

"Maybe it'll teach him to not leave the house when it's not necessary," Ivan said in a smartass tone of voice,

"Can you just shut the fuck up and care about him for a minute? Ivan, I'm getting tired of you doing this. I know Emilio does it to you, But you need to be more mature. I love you with all my heart but I'm telling you the truth. I know you're angry with each other but please push those issues aside while he's in this condition, he needs you." Boggi lectured ivan, as they got into their house and boggi took Emilio up to his room and laid him in bed.

Ivan sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe of Emilio's bedroom door.

"I'm sorry," Ivan mumbled quietly, looking at Boggi.

"It's okay, I just want you to start showing more care for him at least while he's like this," Boggi said gently, kissing the top of Ivan's head then going back over to Emilio and gently removing his blood stained hoodie.

Emilio had a deep stab wound in his lower abdomen, "Oh no.. He's been stabbed," Boggi said, his tone was calm but ivan knew he was acting chill so he wouldn't panic as well.