CLAIMED- By Romano Brothers.

38. Storm.

✨Your body lightweight speaks to me✨

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Hi bubs,

So...long story short, I was MIA for nearly two months and I'm extremely sorry for that. But hey, here I'm now with an update. This is the first chapter I ever wrote this lengthy.

Because for me, this chapter = 3 chapters I usually write.

Thank you all for being patient and love you guys who were constantly asking me to update. ❤️

Oh I forgot, I have a surprise for you all in the end❤️

iamgemini001 : you really think they're gonna read you rant? I bet they jumped into the story already😏

Me : 🥺

iamgemini001 : serves you right for going off this long🤨

Me : 🤧it's okay.😭

iamgemini001 : okay okay, fine fine, they'll come around, after reading this. 🌝🌝🌝

Me : hehehe * insert Andrew Garfield laugh*🤭😂🤣

" No time. We need to think about something. " Chris said firmly, going through his plan for the nth time.

" And we will. Do not fret. Why did you call me. I told you not to. " The voice boomed from the other side as the man got irked by his stupidity.

" I don't care and they don't know about this burner phone any way. " Chris hissed back. 

" Do. Not. Underestimate. Them. Christian. You don't know shit about them. Do not call again until I reach you out myself. ' with that, the line went off making Chris slam his hand on the table annoyed. He was agitated.

They had a plan. Solid one that can save all of them from Romanos. He had done his part extra-carefully. All they're waiting for is the perfect time. Once he gets the green signal from the other side, Chris will make sure Romanos never find his Faith. He promised it.

Time.

Perfect time.

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" What the hell is she doing? " Anton, the future second-in-command and a trusted person of Ivanov's asked confused by little Faith's posture.

" I have no idea. I'm just glad she's not crying atleast. " Nikolai answered silently while Igor sighed agreeing. That's what she did most of the time the last two days. She had had nightmares which racked the little soul. She'd be up screaming in the night and she wouldn't sleep again after. She was scared of darkness so they had the lights on whole night. No matter how much time either of them try and pat her to sleep, she wouldn't. That body and that closed room instilled a fear in her like no other, for which the Ivanovs cursed themselves.

Today, Faith was laying down in the garden alone. But Ivanovs were right in their study room's balcony having a watch on her with Anton. She was in a little baby pink gown. Her tiny hands were secured in small gloves and her soft legs, in fuzzy socks. All in all, she was looking like a little bundle of cuteness. She turned around to see them for a brief second before turning her back to them.