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.

Chiara gulped and mentally prepared herself, getting into a defensive stance sometimes also having to be forced into her husband's torturing practices prepared her for mostly anything. All that was on her mind right now, was to get to her boys. No matter what.

Emmanuel flung into action, leaping forward towards Chiara with the knife. Chiara stepped back quickly with a fast movement, ducking the first cut as he swung the knife towards her. Using her flashlight as a weapon, she grabbed the string of it to have a better grip and swung it forward to Emmanuel's face hitting him.

She shifted her body to the other side of the room, Emmanuel now standing where she once stood and she stood where he stood at a bit ago. She let out a heavy breath, looking around for something other than a flashlight to protect her. Tears were streaming her eyes more as she didn't want to hurt a child, but her and her son's life were currently in danger.

Emmanuel chuckled softly, "Chiara, do you really think Crowne is going to let you take his boys out of this house? His heirs!?". He yelled, darting towards her again raising the knife trying to dodge it this time she failed, earning a cut on her shoulder.

She squeaked out in pain, clutching her hand onto her shoulder that now had a cut through her shirt. A bit of blood seeping through and Emmanuel smirked. "So the untouched does bleed?". Chiara stared at him in complete shock, and utter worry. Glancing down at the knife in his hands, she took a few steps back he ran at her again, wanting to give her no time to prepare or think.

Chiara grabbed onto the knife, screaming as the pointy blade went into her right hand a bit using her other hand to grip onto Emmanuel's hair she yanked it back making him loosen his grip on the knife and she then stabbed it into the side of his stomach. Emmanuel's fighting stopped for a moment, and he held onto Chiara's shoulder as he gurgled up some blood.

"I'm so sorry" She whispered repeatedly, watching his eyes open and close she took the knife out and let him fall to the ground. Tears streaming down her cheeks she placed the knife down, and stared at Emmanuel watching his eyes close and his chest slowly fall and rise. Chiara watched him take what looked like his last breath, and she then got up from the ground.

She stood shakily, looking at the blood that seeped out onto the carpet and stained it. She turned her back with her flashlight in hand and made her way to the basement where her other two boys were. She made her way down the dark, creaky steps. Her shoes echoing every time they touched the floor. Her husband had disappeared after the break in, she didn't know where he was.

She made her way past some cells where her husband would keep his prisoners, all that had sinned him needed to be punished down here and killed. She stopped at the last cell, the smell of blood and a reeking smell of a body infused her nostrils. "Gio.. Angelo". She whispered.

"M-mommy". She heard Angelo whisper from the corner of the cell, she pointed the flashlight that way and saw both of her boys in bloody clothing and tears in their eyes. She ran towards them, and kneeled down. "My babies, it's okay, it's okay". She shushed the sobbing boys. "Mama, we didn't mean to- Dada told us-". She shushed Gio, kissing his nose. "My son, mommy could never be mad at you or angry at you over anything you have no control over. You are my boys it's my job to protect you, not be mad at you for someone else's mistakes". She kissed Giovanni's forehead.

"You both don't deserve this". She whispered, sniffling. "That's why mommy is getting you out of here now". She rubbed Angelo's hair softly, playing in it for his comfort and hers. The little boys nodded in approval, and Chiara softly smiled wiping their tears again and she got up and grabbed onto their hands.

"We go get your brothers, then after we run okay? No matter what happens we run out the door and we keep running okay? We don't stop for anything". She spoke quietly as she made her way up the basement stairs, Angelo now holding the flashlight for them in the dark house. They made their way through it.

"Mama, dada is mad at you. That's why he ran away". Gio whispered, walking up the stairs. "I know baby, I know. But right now, i'm not worried about daddy and what he thinks right now, okay?". She spoke speed walking down the hallway, and into the boys room.

"Mario, Marco come on". She whispered, kneeling down a bit and bringing her hand out waiting a bit she watched as Marco began to slide from up under the bed and grab onto her hand and Mario soon did the same afterwards. She picked up Mario in her arms and grabbed Marco's hand leaving him to grab Giovanni's and Gio grabbed Angelo's. "Okay, stay close together. We are just going out the back door".

The family made there way out the hallway again quietly, Chiara having nothing on her mind but getting her baby boys out safely. They all went downstairs again, and Angelo pointed the flashlight around towards the ground and such Chiara noticed something.

Emmanuel was gone from his spot, and the knife was too. This made her panic more and feel uneasy, "Come on, hurry boys". She whispered, leading them to the backdoor. "CHIARA!". A loud deep voice echoed in the house not far away, her heart dropped in her stomach hearing how angry it was. "Daddy". Marco whimpered, as Chiara pushed her boys forward and out the door.

"Go boys! Run!". Chiara yelled, as soon as the boys took off and Chiara began to run out the door too. Three bodies chased after, and a few more of the help also came along chasing after the family. Chiara turned her head, looking back which was a bad mistake on her part and she knew that.

Crowne was a few steps behind her, bloodshot red eyes and anger written all over his face. "After everything I did for you, you ungrateful bitch! Wait until I get my hands on you!". He yelled gaining on her, a smirk on his face. "Run Chiara!". He egged her on, with one more step Crowne grabbed her by her waist wrapping his arms around her tightly.

The boys stopped running hearing their mother struggle and turned around, "Mommy!". Giovanni shouted, watching as his dad had his hand wrapped around his mother's neck tightly to the point his veins showed. Chiara strained, with tears in her eyes and stared at Giovanni with love but also telling him to keep running.

Giovanni turned to continue running with his brothers but stopped hearing his name being called, "Gio..". Crowne spoke, reaching for something behind him and he then placed his hand under her chin. "It's your choice whether you want to come back for this, but you'll have to choose soon she won't have much time". He traced the knife slowly down her back and to the front to her stomach, his breathing stopped as Chiara's did too. Crowne licked her earlobe, "I love you mami, you were always so good to me". He looked back at Giovanni, and inserted the knife slowly into her skin she let out a long scream as the knife went into the side of her stomach tortuously slow.

"C-Crowne... G-Gio r-run p-please". She struggled, Crowne smirked and watched his boys leave Gio behind a few ways forward, he then watched Gio turn and run again. "Yes run Gio, just like your mother". He kept the knife in her skin, and pulled her back, dragging her into the house.

Elias stood outside, watching the 4 kids get away. Giovanni glanced back to Elias and Elias smiled creepily. This started because of them and their break in, they came in with a lot of people to trash our house and kill us. Giovanni clenched his jaw, praying that his mother would be okay until he came back to get her.

He really wanted to kill Elias and Emmanuel, and he wanted his father's head on a dinner plate. He now considered his father not just an asshole but to be a traitor. And his father taught him how to kill all traitors. ~~~~~~ 2259 words! Part 2 to the backstory? Or do you guys want to get back into the book?

Obviously I give you guy's backstory, so you can understand the characters more and what they have gone through. This is a completely different outcome tbh, I never really made a book where a child was the antagonist of the story. I hope you guys like it though and it isn't too weird, I do read and watch a lot of horror documentaries so this wasn't far fetched to me and it made sense, since there are a lot of crazy's in this world. And kids could also have those issues too, but most times it's the parents fault.

But Meeting Crowne And Chiara Romano, the mother and father of the Romano brothers. There relationship is definitely rocky, huh? Do you think she's alive? Do you want her to be?