Never Wander Alone, Mafia Children
WHO: Nonno Roma, Feliciano and those crazy ass runaway mafiosas
WHEN: Roughly 3am on the 8th of July
WHERE: The bad part of Liberty
WHAT: The kidnapping of the Don's grandson after he runs off from his fiance supposedly cheating on him with said Don
RATING: D for Draaaaamaaaa and SI for Sobbing Italians
How could they! Feliciano sniffled again, wiping his nose off on Ludwig's his sweater. Nonno, touching his fiance like that! And Ludwig, not even doing anything about it! He kicked at a rock and watched it clatter down the street then into some bushes. Wait - bushes? He looked around and whimpered. He didn't recognize this part of the city, and he'd been so sure he'd been heading back towards Shoreline... Maybe kicking the rock for a few dozen blocks had but him off course.
Whimpering the Italian burrowed himself in the too large sweater and hurried down the street. Damn these shorts! It had been so warm earlier too, and now... well he regretted just running back out of the house with nothing but his cell phone (turned off now mind you) and his wallet. Maybe if he turned around and went back the other way he'd run into something familiar?
... Or not. Twenty minutes later and he was still wandering, and seriously contemplating turning his phone back on to call Ludwig and cry. He turned at the sound of a car turning the corner, face lighting up into a smile as he wiped off lingering tears, even as his phone just finished turning on in his hands. It was one of Nonno's vans! Sure he was mad at him right now, and Ludwig too, but he was scared and lost and Nonno had sent someone to find him! Now he didn't have to call or anything. He ran towards the van, smiling and laughing.
~*~*~*~ NOT SO FANCY TIME SKIP ~*~*~*
Feliciano woke with a groan, wiggling and wondering just why his head hurt. Then he remembered the van opening and one of Nonno's men (probably the ones he'd been warned about just the other day) hit him with a bat. He jerked his head around, whining at the dizziness that spun him all around. It was too dark to tell where he was but when you woke up tied to a chair, things never ended up good.
"N-Nonno? Lu-udwig? Vieni salvare me ... per favore, ve..."
WHEN: Roughly 3am on the 8th of July
WHERE: The bad part of Liberty
WHAT: The kidnapping of the Don's grandson after he runs off from his fiance supposedly cheating on him with said Don
RATING: D for Draaaaamaaaa and SI for Sobbing Italians
How could they! Feliciano sniffled again, wiping his nose off on Ludwig's his sweater. Nonno, touching his fiance like that! And Ludwig, not even doing anything about it! He kicked at a rock and watched it clatter down the street then into some bushes. Wait - bushes? He looked around and whimpered. He didn't recognize this part of the city, and he'd been so sure he'd been heading back towards Shoreline... Maybe kicking the rock for a few dozen blocks had but him off course.
Whimpering the Italian burrowed himself in the too large sweater and hurried down the street. Damn these shorts! It had been so warm earlier too, and now... well he regretted just running back out of the house with nothing but his cell phone (turned off now mind you) and his wallet. Maybe if he turned around and went back the other way he'd run into something familiar?
... Or not. Twenty minutes later and he was still wandering, and seriously contemplating turning his phone back on to call Ludwig and cry. He turned at the sound of a car turning the corner, face lighting up into a smile as he wiped off lingering tears, even as his phone just finished turning on in his hands. It was one of Nonno's vans! Sure he was mad at him right now, and Ludwig too, but he was scared and lost and Nonno had sent someone to find him! Now he didn't have to call or anything. He ran towards the van, smiling and laughing.
~*~*~*~ NOT SO FANCY TIME SKIP ~*~*~*
Feliciano woke with a groan, wiggling and wondering just why his head hurt. Then he remembered the van opening and one of Nonno's men (probably the ones he'd been warned about just the other day) hit him with a bat. He jerked his head around, whining at the dizziness that spun him all around. It was too dark to tell where he was but when you woke up tied to a chair, things never ended up good.
"N-Nonno? Lu-udwig? Vieni salvare me ... per favore, ve..."