Finding Family, Finding Love

Chapter 4

Elliot

What in the bananas happened?
So now I'm gonna get shipped to the north pole? With these scary looking creatures that are my brothers??!!

Did you see how my eldest brother was glaring at me. Those tattoos we scary. Like, who has both hands filled with tattoos and rings?? Not to brag, but they scream wealth from their attire. That was one handsome watch, oh that hand.

I nearly shitted my pants.

"Do you want to get something to eat," My mouth is dry. All I can do is shake my head. Although I'm hungry and my belly is lurching like it needs food, I won't say it. My kidnapper who disguised himself as my father, taught me enough lessons regarding food.

"How about McDonald's? Ricardo suggests. Not know what he is saying I just shrug. As they pulled up to the parking my heart started pounding with fear.

Unspoken words hover in the air between us, and I'm grateful when the waitress arrived with their food.

Ricardo pushes the fries and some weird round looking thing in front of me. The strength in his gaze is intense as he tilts his head in the tiniest millimeter, his eyes saying, 'please'.

I tear my gaze away and only take a bite, with the intention not to make him angry. Seeing that I won't be eating anymore, they finish thier meal and we head to the car.

Allesandros phone rings, as we near the airport, but he quickly silences the incoming call, switching off his phone.

I gasp at how huge the airport is. Navigating my way alone, here would he extremely challenging. Eventually we seem to be heading to a beautiful jet. With the way my brothers are dressed and the cars they drive, i shouldn't be surprised.

They don't even fly first class, they own the whole plane. Talk about a harsh reality, check my brothers are soaring through the skies while my whole life I've been struggling to scrape together coins for a bus.

Heading inside the jet, fear continues to pummel my insides - the primary reason isn't because this is my first time.

My exhausted body slumps on a comfortable seat. My eyelids struggle to stay open,as someone approaches.

"Sleep, sweetheart I'll wake you up when we land," he plants a gentle kiss on my forehead

Allesandro

Elliots tiny body was clearly exhausted, and I could see the struggle in his eyes as he tried to keep them open. I gently urged him to sleep, promising that we would wake him up when we land.

Matteo, Santiago, and Edoardo had been relentless in their efforts to blow up my phone with endless messages and calls. It was all in good fun, of course, but after a while, it became overwhelming. So, I made the decision to switch off my phone. They most probably will be annoying Ric now.

As we landed at Venice International Airport, Elliot stirred from his slumber, blinking sleepily as he looked around. I could see the relief in his eyes as he realized we were finally landed. We made our way to our private car, and as we drove through the familiar streets of Venice, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The past 3 hours had been a whirlwind of chaos and nervousness

As he sat in the backseat, I couldn't help but notice the way he flinched every now and then, a subtle movement that caught my attention.

Concerned, I leaned closer to the back and asked, "Are you okay? You keep flinching."