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10. Running

 - Unknown POV - 

The little girl, awoke, startled at the new place she was in, with no one that looked vaguely familiar. She was all alone. She sniffled lightly, before removing herself from the curled position she was in. 

As she stood, she felt her body sway side to side. Grabbing onto the chair, she stopped everything from spinning from every direction around her. Once everything had stopped, she took a step forward, feeling the movement happen again. She took another step, seeing that the table was quiet far away from her reach. 

She felt her stomach lurch up, and sit in her stomach, right as she took another two steps. She had been good at shoveling everything down; she had been forced to know how to do it, so why was now any different from then? 

Suddenly, she heard footsteps and a few voices coming her way. She ran as fast as her body would allow her, hiding back under the chairs she had come from lying on. The handle jiggled, before the door was forced open. The small girl placed a hand over her mouth, silencing any sound that came from her direction. 

"Where is she?" a scarily dark voice made the small girl start quivering. "Hey, hey, calm down. She was so frightened that she passed out in the car. You have to be gentle, sir" a familiar voice rang through the girls' ears, as she peeped out a little. 

All she could see was these perfect black shoes, a pair of shoes that had a stick at the back supporting the height of them, and a pair of boots. Boots were not a good thing to see, especially for the little girl. 

The small, frightened girl didn't know that she had let out a small whimper, which had attracted the man with the perfect shoes to her hiding place. He crouched down in front of her, getting perfect view of her shaking form, as he tried to be as small as he could for her. 

Francis Moretti had been sent out by his eldest brother to the Chicago police department. They had called, telling the eldest brother that they had found his baby sister, Alessandra. The same little sister that there 'mother' had replaced with 'Ingrid Moretti'. 

"Oh baby" he murmured, trying to coax the little girl out of her hiding spot. "I won't hurt you, I'm going to take you home, where you will be safe" he held his arms up, showing that he wouldn't hurt her. 

Due to the small girl wanting to trust him, as she trusted most people easily, she crawled from her hiding spot, feeling a sense of tiredness cover her body like a weighted blanket. She rubbed at her eyes, harshly, before she felt a gentle hand grab her hands to stop the attack on her eyes. The small girl flinched at the action, before looking back at the man. 

"Don't rub them so hard, sweetheart" she shivered a little at the use of the word sweetheart, before she scooched closer to the unfamiliar man. She wanted to be held, but then she feared the man would be the same as the rest of them.

When she had gotten as close as she thought she could be, the man gestured towards her, making her flinch, before he spoke again. "Can I hold you?" she knew he was trying to be soft for her, so she nodded her head quickly, as strong arms were wrapped comfortably around her small body. 

She was lifted up, which made everything around her become blurry once again, as she pulled her face out of his jacket, so that she could put her hands on either side of her head. The tears were welling up in her eyes, but she tried to blink it back. She didn't feel the burning stare from the man above her or the way that the two police officers she had grown comfortable with had watched the entire interaction. 

"Does your head hurt?" Francis questioned the little girl, already knowing the answer. He didn't even give her a chance to nod before he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. It felt as though everything seemed more clearer, as the girl rested her head against his chest. He rubbed up and down her back, hoping to soothe her. 

He signed the papers, not caring how his signature looked or that he was the legal guardian for now, as he walked out, a small backpack that the lady police officer was going to give the small girl in one hand, as he walked to the awaiting vehicle. 

He felt the small girl shiver in her sleep, causing Francis to take off his leather jacket to cradle the small girl in. Francis was busy admiring the sleeping girl in his arms, that he took no notice that they had arrived in record time, back at the airport, right in front of the private jet. 

Instead of the usual, get on get off the plane, Francis was stopped by someone all too familiar. "Francis!" the man cheered, not caring about the small girl in his arms, which had stirred at the loud noise, but Francis just cradled her closer to him. He had had practice with children before, even a little girl, which he had been told a few days ago wasn't his sister. 

"What do you want?" Francis growled, motioning the men around him to stand down, for now. "I can take that little girl off your hands" and that was when Francis allowed his men to let go, before he took his personal guard up the stairs with him to check the plane for anything else. 

Of course, their uncle had to be apart of this whole scheme, as he never got the chance to have a a family like theirs. It wasn't the children's fault that their uncle couldn't find love like their father could.  

"That's all of them" his personal guard muttered, throwing the flight attendant and pilot down the stairs, before his men clambered up the stairs. They found the usual pilot, and before Francis knew it, they were off in the air, as his little sister still clung to his body. 

He sighed, knowing that this would just be the begining to it all, as a glass of whiskey was handed to him. He sipped, closing his eyes for a brief second, before reopening them to see the world below him speed off. 

This was all just the beginning of what was to come. 

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thoughts? xx

sorry for the shorter chapter!!