Their Little One (ON HOLD, EDITING CHAPTERS!)

Chapter Seventeen

Warning; This chapter contains violence, death, child abuse, gore & blood.

If you are sensitive to anything violent I suggest you skip this whole chapter, thank you.

Giovanni Romano

Whatever this situation was, it was starting to get out of control. We all knew not to step on each other's properties without permission, but that's now so far fetched. Elias went as far as to danger more of my family and we weren't having it, this was war. And Elias was just beginning we just have to stop him before he becomes too much. He loves to take everyone and everything anyone has.

(17 years ago) Authors POV

"Hide boys quick!". Mamma Chiara spoke eagerly, watching as the two little boys of Mario and Marco crawl under the bunk bed of the room they shared. Listening to their mothers hurried and scattered demands as she hasn't been like this before in a while, something bad was happening.

"Mamma w-what's h-happening..". Little Marco whimpered, balling his fist and biting his lip to hold back his tears. Mamma shushed the boy quietly, caressing his hair. "Mamma has to go get Gio and Angel okay? I'll be right back, I promise". She leaned down placing a quick kiss on both of the boys foreheads.

With her flashlight in hand, she slowly stood up into a crouching position and quietly made her way out the door. The silence in the big house was rather eerie, she headed down the stairs of the dark house and down the hallway glancing up at the picture frames on the wall. Some being knocked over and broken, some out of place and crooked.

Letting out a shaky breath she began to make her way to the lounge area, stopping when she heard a loud bang sound out through the house. Her feet straight forward, her body still she wanted to start moving again not wanting to waste any time in checking on her babies.

As she brung a foot to step forward, something was holding her back forcefully, a gloved hand gripping onto her curly locs tightly she groaned out in pain. Bringing her elbow back to hit the figure right in his stomach area.

She pulled forward when she heard a loud groan from what sounded like a grown man, and he pulled back letting her go. She quickly turned towards the person, and she pointed her flashlight towards the person. Her fear only increasing as she began to recognize who it was.

"E-Emmanuel.. b-but why are you doing this.. to us". She sobbed looking at the 10 year old boy who held a knife in his hands, he was simply a kid who was taught the wrong ways, just like her boys were and just like now and then. She wanted nothing more but to prevent that from happening.

Emmanuel smiled devilishly, making Chiara take a few more steps back she recognized that smile it was just like his father's, or rather much her husband's as well.

"I'm just simply.. following my father's orders. You have been getting in our way too much, my father understands that you already know how this works. Yet, you still seem to find ways to get out of it". The young boy spoke, words slipping from his tongue with a soft well spoken tone. He twirled the knife with his finger, and glanced up at Chiara with a vicious look.

"Please. Don't do this, you shouldn't have had a life like this-". Chiara was cut off, from his shouting. "No! You don't understand anything, those little shits you have now are just like me! And guess what i've always been like this, people like you make me like this!". He yelled, pointing the knife over and over again at Chiara.

"THIS! Is what will make my father happy. Slitting your damn throat". The kid spoke harshly, taking a deep breaths in between words he began to chuckle gripping onto the knife tighter.