My bedroom door violently flies open, knocking one of my paintings off the wall. Everyone's head snaps toward the door and that's when I see him.

Dimitri.

He sends me a creepy smile, flashing his yellow rotting teeth. My heart immediately speeds up, my breathing becoming erratic.

Dimitri used to work here, taking apart in the abuse until he got promoted to director of the orphanage around two months ago. Which meant that he now dealt with things like funding and making sure the orphanage was up to code instead of having to look after the children.

He's terrible at his job, allowing the orphanage to keep running even in these awful conditions but his promotion was the best thing to ever happen to me because I've only seen him once since.

The smug look on his face is replaced with one of confusion and irritation when he sees the eight men in my room. "Who the fuck are you," He slurs, clearly drunk.

"Who the fuck are you," Dante repeats, emphasising the you.

This is met with an eye roll from Dimitri as he takes another swig of his beer. "Whatever," He mumbles before turning to me. "I got demoted," he says dejectedly.

"You'll be seeing a lot more of me around here," He says slyly, as if we're sharing some sort of inside joke.

He slams the door as I dig my nails into my sweaty palms, feeling a panic attack rising.

I rush to my draw and frantically rummage through my art supplies until I find my notepad and pen. I scribble down on it and quickly hand it to Lorenzo.



I watch intently as Darcy, her face completely drained of colour, scribbles something down in a notepad. The interaction with that man clearly panicked her, I'll have to question what relation he has with my Darcy when we're torturing him down in the cells.

She shakily hands me the notepad, refusing to make eye contact with me.

'I want to go now' It says simply.

"Okay Bambina, thats fine," I say, not being able to control the small smile that twitches at my lips. "Boys go get the boxes, we're leaving," I order, looking back at them.

They immediately jump into action, hopping off Darcy's bed. Luca, Alonzo and Gabriele leave the room to fetch the boxes while Angelo helps Darcy pull out clothes from her dresser.

Arlo is on the phone with our driver back at the hotel, instructing him to park the limo outside. We wouldn't want Darcy to ride in the back of the van.

Dante and Romeo begin to delicately take down Darcy's artwork off the walls and stack them in neat piles.

"It's okay sweetheart I can do it, go relax." Angelo says, turning his head to face her.

They're both staring at the mountains of clothes that spill out of Darcy's dresser that need to folded. She shakes her head before bending down and grabbing a huge armful of clothes and adorably waddling over to her bed and dumping them on it.

She climbs over the clothes and sits on the bed, her dog jumping up and doing the same. I watch as she begins folding the mass amounts of clothing. "Where'd you get all these clothes Darc?" I chuckle. I'm asking rhetorically but I am genuinely confused how she could afford all this.

For the first time I see her smile but it soon drops as she bites her lip, looking guilty. She reaches over to her notepad and writes something down before turning it in my direction. I extend my arm and gently take it out of her tiny hand.

It's an address. "You want to go here?" I asked, confused. She nods her head frantically. "Okay we can go before we leave," I say, unable to say no to that face.

She smiles and returns to folding. I turn my head towards Angelo who is just looking at Darcy with a huge smile spread across his face. He looks at her with such admiration, I can tell he loves her already.

The boys return with the boxes and we all begin packing but not even five minutes in Dante lets out an amused chuckle causing us all to look at Darcy who's passed out, laying among the piles of clothes. Her dog is too passed out, slobbering all over her pillow.

I'm not surprised that she's tired, it's well past five in the morning and we've been up all night. Numerous all nighters at the base has prepared us for this but I'm surprised Darcy could resist sleep this long.

We've spent the last forty minutes packing Darcy's belongings into the boxes before the boys began loading them into the van. Once the last of the boxes are in, I hand the driver the keys to the van before instructing the boys to wait in the limo while I get Darcy, who is still asleep in her room while Dante watches over her.

Quietly entering Darcy's now empty room, I gesture to Dante that it's time to go. He moves to pick Darcy up but I swat his hand away, causing him to scowl at me before huffing and heading towards the hallway.

I gently pick up Darcy who's still fast asleep and carry her through the hall, her dog following.

Merda she barely weighs anything.

I'll have to get her checked up as soon as she's settled back home.

I pass the living room, being quiet to prevent waking the sleeping drunks that are sprawled across the sofa, knowing they'll probably protest us taking Darcy.

Once I reach the limo I bend down, handing Darcy to Arlo who proceeds to cradle her like a baby. I place Darcy's backpack on the floor and hand the driver the page I ripped out of Darcy's notepad with the mystery address on. He nodded in understanding and closes the parting. Darcy's soft snores fill the limo as we start off down the road.

Being so early in the morning, we make it there much quicker than expected, beating the traffic. The limo stops as we all look out the windows, confused. There's no house in sight. "Where are we," Romeo says after a yawn.

Our driver opens the partition, "Sorry Capo my GPS ends here and I can't go down that road," he nervously explains, pointing to a fenced gravel pathway. With no other choice I look at Arlo, silently giving him the command to wake her.

He gently shakes her, "Darcy," he says, still rocking her. "Darcy, bambina its time to wake up."

She stirs before opening her eyes tiredly. Once she noticed she was on Arlo's lap she practically flew off him onto the seat next to him, looking panicked. "Hey it's okay you're fine," Arlo attempts to comfort her.

"We're just a bit lost," Luca interjects sheepishly. Darcy looks out the window, seeming to immediately recognise where we are. Her legs bounce in excitement as she reaches for her notepad.

She hands it to me 'I need to walk from here' it reads. "Alright let's go," I say grabbing my jacket and handing the notepad back to her. She looks confused and writes something else. 'Its okay I can go myself, it's a long walk'

"Nonsense," I say, the idea of her going anywhere alone filling me with anxiety. "Any of you coming?" I turn to ask my brothers but they're already climbing out the car.