The brothers sat upon the Gabbani-Mobile, the rock-hard Italian muscles rippling as they rowed towards their love.
The Gabbani-Mobile was a worn, but still majestic gondola, passed down through their refined Italian bloodlines. The Lottie tracker, which had its own special attatchment on the Gabbani-Machine, was continuously beeping and informed the brothers of Lottie's location.
Suddenly, they saw it, looming out of the horizon, the distinctive white and orange of a Jet2 plane with black smoke billowing out of it.
Then it exploded.
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The Gabbani brothers watched in slow-motion as everything they thought they loved was destroyed. Shrapnel littered the bottom of the Gabbani-Mobile.
Thin rivulets of blood ran down the brothers' cheeks, framing their beautifully bronzed Italian skin.
They rowed towards the wreckage, with the faintest of hopes that her body- just maybe- could be recovered.
(Lottie p.o.v)
The cold, icy water quickly encased all Lottie's senses, numbing the pain of the lacerations covering her body. She could feel her bodily functions slowly shutting down, could feel the blood leaking from her eyes.
As the freezing water filled her lungs, a bright light filled her vision.
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When Hunter Becomes The Hunted
FanfictionWhen Lottie Hunter leaves the FF Brothers in the dust, they're heartbroken. However, the arrival of (y/n) rocks their world... (Btw this is a joke boiz)
