"Here we are Lukey this is your room do you like it?" Alessio asked me , I was glancing at the big room.

The walls were blue , and it has a desk with a chair and it had many decorations , a lamp beside the bed and it had from the ceiling something hanging it like clouds , and astronaut that was shining, it think it is in instead of a lamp.

It is .....It is beautiful.

" 's b-beauti-ful I-I L-like It" I told him , and I really like this room

Alessio still was holding my hand and now he asked me

"Well , I am glad Lukey , Now why don't you go and take a shower before eating dinner" He said to me softly , I nodded my haid before answering.....but wait,

"B-but My b-bag th-that h-has m-my clo-thes is w-ith l-leonardo "

leonardo took my clothes before even getting to the plane in England , Alessio’s eyes twitched and he smiled gently at me

"Ok don't worry , I will go bring it to you while you sit at the bed or you could even , wander around the room okay?"

I nodded at him and he let my hand from his and then I sat on the bed thinking , my leg lying on the crutch , I was putting it to against the bed so I could lay my leg.

They all are treating me so nice , I will even eat , I even have a bed !!!!! and Alessio, Alessio is nice but I wonder why did I let him take my hand in his so easily____No It is not like I hate it , I really loved it his hand was big and warm ________but I just wonder why did I did it so easy to a Alessio but I mean if also any of my brothers would like to hold it I would do it right? And even my father ______my father______I want to have a father , I never had a one _____no my step father wasn't a one , at all , I like having a family and this is family is sooo big , I like ......I like them , but I still wonder did Marco didn't want to meet me , doesn't he love me ? Do I trust them , I mean they are so nice to me , They all said that they love me.



Once I stepped out of Luca's room, I released a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding.

My chest felt tight, like I’d been bracing myself for something and was only now letting go.

The whole situation was overwhelming, far more than I ever expected.

I always wanted Luca back. I missed him so much that it hurt.

But now that he’s here, it’s… different. He’s different.

Luca used to be so full of life, always giggling, always looking for someone to play with.

But now… now he’s scared. I see it in his eyes every time he glances around, as if he’s expecting something bad to happen.

It breaks my heart, and the worst part is knowing that I wasn’t there for him when he needed me most. But even through the fear, there’s still a small glimmer of trust in his eyes, like a fragile thread holding us together.

And I’m determined to strengthen that thread, to make sure he knows he can rely on me.

I walked into the living room, where Massimo was sitting on the couch, his arm resting on the back of it as he stared into space. Leonardo was on the other couch, scrolling through his phone with a deep furrow in his brow. The atmosphere was heavy, the kind of silence that presses down on you, making it hard to breathe.

Massimo glanced up when I walked in, his expression shifting from distant to concerned. “Did he like his room?” he asked, his voice low but steady.

“Oh, uh, yeah, he liked it,” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “He just needs his bag and clothes to take a shower.”

Leonardo looked up from his phone and nodded, getting to his feet without a word. He left the room, leaving me alone with Massimo.

I couldn’t sit still, so I walked over to the couch and plopped down beside him. Massimo’s gaze never left me, and I could feel his worry like a weight on my shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly, his voice gentle but probing.

“Nothing,” I mumbled, my eyes glued to the floor.

I could feel the tension coiling inside me, but I didn’t know how to put it into words. I didn’t even know if I wanted to.

Before Massimo could press further, Leonardo came back into the room, holding a small backpack in his hand. He tossed it onto the couch beside me, the motion almost careless. I rolled my eyes at his action .

But still I could see the tightness in his jaw, the way he rubbed his face like he was trying to push away some heavy thoughts.

“Wait, does Luca have all of his clothes in this bag?” I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief as I picked up the small backpack. It couldn’t be more than half full.

This little thing was supposed to hold all of Luca’s belongings? It didn’t feel right.

It didn’t feel real.

Leonardo sighed deeply, nodding as he ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah… it’s everything he’s got with him.”

I stared at the bag in my hands, the realization sinking in.

This was it. Everything Luca had, everything that was supposed to make him feel safe and comfortable, fit in this tiny backpack.

The weight of that hit me like a punch to the gut, and I could feel the frustration boiling up inside me.

How was this fair? How could everything that mattered to Luca be reduced to something so small?

I didn’t say anything else. I couldn’t.

I just grabbed the bag and got up, heading back to Luca’s room without looking back.

My mind was racing, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to make sense of everything.

When I reached Luca’s room, I paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of him sitting on the edge of the bed.

He was staring at the floor, his little face scrunched up in thought. And his leg was lying above his crouch that was laying against his bed , why was he at this position? ,

He didn’t notice me at first, too lost in whatever was going through his mind. But when he finally looked up and saw me, he tried to smile. It was a small, hesitant and nervous smile, and it didn’t reach his eyes.

I tried to smile back, but I knew it was just as weak. I walked over to the bed and set the bag down beside him.

“Okay, Luca,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Go ahead and take a shower, and then someone will come get you for dinner, okay?”

He nodded, his expression blank as he stood up it looked like it was for him to do that with crutch he took it and grabbed the bag.

I watched as he slowly made his way to the bathroom, his movements careful and deliberate. He didn’t say a word, and that silence was like a knife twisting in my chest. The only sound was his crutches not something else , he still didn’t talk.

I turned to leave, but before I could take more than a step, I heard his small voice behind me.

“A-ales-sio?”

I stopped and turned around, seeing him standing in the bathroom doorway, clutching the bag tightly. “Yeah, Luca?”

He hesitated, his eyes downcast. “Th-thanks… f-for b-bringing my b-bag.”

Something in his voice, the way it sounded so small and vulnerable, made my throat tighten.

“You don’t have to thank me, Luca,” I said softly, taking a step closer to him. “You’re my brother. I’m always going to be here for you.” I needed to say that to him , I needed him to know that .

He looked up at me then, his eyes wide and full of something I couldn’t quite name. Maybe it was hope. Maybe it was fear. Or maybe it was both. “P-promis-se?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I felt something inside me break at that single word. He shouldn’t have to ask for a promise like that. He should already know it.

I took another step forward, closing the distance between us, and held my pinky out for him . He liked that alot when he was young

“I pinky promise you, Luca,” I said, my voice firm with conviction. I’m never going to let you down again.

He stared at me for a moment longer, like he was trying to decide whether to believe me. Then, slowly, he nodded, and locked his pinky with me , the corners of his mouth twitching upward in a small, tentative smile.

It wasn’t much, but it was something.

With that, he turned and went into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. I stood there for a moment, listening to the sound of the water turning on, before finally forcing myself to leave.

As I made my way back to the living room, I couldn’t shake the heaviness in my chest. I knew that I couldn’t change the past. All I could do was make sure that from now on,

I would be the brother he needed me to be.

When I got back to the living room, Massimo and Leonardo were still there,_____where is papa and Ricardo?______ and marco , god Marco since he knew that luca was coming here he took his motorcycle and then he got from the house , I don't know where I wish I knew , days before Luca has come when Massimo called Ric and sayed that they found Luca he distanced himself , it isn't that he doesn’t like us, no he did it beacuse of his guilt I know that _____

though they were both quiet. Leonardo was sitting with his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together as he stared at the floor. Massimo was leaning back on the couch, his eyes closed like he was trying to block out the world.

I sat down beside Massimo again, feeling the exhaustion settle into my bones.

For a while, none of us said anything. The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall, marking the passage of time in a way that felt almost oppressive.

Finally, Massimo opened his eyes and looked over at me. “You okay?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with concern.

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if it was true. “Yeah… just tired.”

Massimo gave a small nod of understanding. “We’re all tired,” he said quietly, his gaze drifting back to the ceiling. “But we’ll get through this.”

I glanced over at Leonardo, who hadn’t moved since I’d sat down. His face was drawn, lines of worry etched deep into his features. “Leo?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up at me, his eyes tired and sad. “I am fine .....I just… I just want him to be okay,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.

I didn’t know what to say to that. I felt the same way, but I didn’t have any answers. All I knew was that we had to keep trying, keep showing Luca that we were here for him, no matter what.

Massimo sensed that ,____ I always thought that he can read my thoughts _____ he reached over and placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’re doing everything we can, Alessio. And Luca knows that. He just needs time… and us. We’ll get there.”

I nodded, leaning into Massimo’s touch, “Yeah… we will,” I murmured, though the words felt hollow.

The three of us sat there in silence, the weight of everything pressing down on us. But despite the heaviness, I knew we had to keep going. For Luca, and for each other.

No matter how hard it got, we couldn’t let him down. I wouldn’t let him down. I had promised him that much, and I intended to keep that promise, no matter what.

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I stood in the bathroom, staring at the shower , it was a big, scary monster. The water was already running, and the steam made the room feel warm, almost too warm. My crutch was leaning against the wall next to me, just out of reach. I had to figure out how to do this by myself, but I didn’t know how. It was different at my stepfather's home it was like a glass , and i get easily in it but this , this has a tub

I looked down at my leg, the one that wouldn’t bend. It was always stiff and straight, and it made everything harder. I hated it, it was always there, reminding me that I couldn’t do things the way other people could. I wished I could just bend my knee like everyone else. But I couldn’t. And that made me feel... broken.

Taking off my clothes was the first step, but even that seemed like a big job. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and tried to pull it over my head, but I almost lost my balance. I had to hop on one foot, and that made me feel stupid. My face got all hot, and I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t want to cry. Don't be a baby. He always hated that

Finally, I got my shirt off and dropped it on the floor.

It felt like I’d climbed a mountain, and I hadn’t even started the shower yet. My heart was beating really fast, and I took a deep breath.

Next, I had to get my pants off. I used my good leg to try and wiggle them down, but my stiff leg made it hard.

I leaned against the wall for balance, but the wall felt cold and far away.

I didn’t want to fall. I couldn’t fall. What if I hurt my leg even more? What if I couldn’t get up?

Come on, Luca, you can do this

I thought to myself. But it didn’t help much.

My hands were shaking, and I wished for anyone one were here to help me, but I didn’t want to bother them.

They were always so nice to me, but I didn’t want them to think I was weak.

You are weak pathetic little boy I remmember his voice , I don't think that I will ever forget his words .

When I finally got my shorts off, I just stood there for a minute, trying to figure out how to get into the shower.

My leg wouldn’t bend, so stepping over the edge of the tub was really hard.

I tried to lift my leg, but it was like it didn’t want to move. My heart started racing again, and I felt that tight feeling in my chest, like when you’re about to cry but you’re trying really hard not to.

I grabbed my crutch and used it to steady myself, then took a deep breath and tried again.

This time, I managed to lift my stiff leg over the edge, but it took so much effort that I almost slipped.

My breath caught in my throat, and I had to grab the shower wall to stop myself from falling. My hands were sweaty, and I felt like I was going to fall apart, but I was in the shower now.

I did it.

But instead of feeling proud, I just felt tired .

The water hit my skin, warm and soothing, but I couldn’t enjoy it.

All I could think about was how hard it was just to take a simple shower, how much I hated my stupid leg, and how much I wished things could be different.

I closed my eyes and let the water run over me, trying to wash away the frustration, the fear, and the sadness that seemed to stick to me like glue.

I just kept thinking about my brothers and father , they are so nice to me , I hope they will still be like that. I hope

I didn't know what to wash my body with I just tooked something called shower gel and applied it on my body the water hurted my bruises and the water is so cold, I can't use hot water , I don't want to waste their money , And He and my stepdad always told me to not use hot water, so the water hurts my body and I feel cold Next I saw something called ....Shampoo, I guess In the bottle there was like a picture or a ....sticker of a hair so , I thought that this is supposed to go in my hair , I applied it on my hair , It made something in my hair like bubbles, I guess.

I love bubbles .

I finished now how , I am gonna get out?.

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I was in my office, the familiar surroundings offering little comfort as I tried to focus on the papers in front of me.

Ricardo was sitting in the chair across from my desk, his face tight with concern.

He sighed deeply, breaking the silence that had settled between us."What are we gonna do about Marco?" he asked, his voice heavy with the weight of the question.

I shook my head, running a hand through my hair. “I’ll talk to him,” I replied, though even to my ears, the words felt more like a hope than a certainty. “He told me he’ll be home after dinner. Maybe Luca will be asleep by then.”Ricardo nodded, but the tension in his expression didn’t ease. His jaw was still clenched, and I could see the worry etched into his features.

“I’m going to see what we’ll make for dinner,” he said, standing up from the chair.

But before he could open the door, he turned back to look at me, his eyes troubled.

“Papa, Marco needs to understand that this isn’t his fault,” he said, his voice softening with concern. “When you guys were in England, he talked to me… and he started to distance himself from us, but he still blames himself.”

I nodded, feeling a familiar ache in my chest. Marco had always been the one to carry the heaviest burdens, even when he was just a boy. “I’ll talk to him, Ricardo,”

I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You just go now, leave this to me.”Ricardo gave a small nod, though the worry in his eyes remained, and he left the room.

The door closed quietly behind him, leaving me alone in the quiet of my office. He shouldn’t be worried like that everything , will be okay.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as the weight of everything pressed down on me.

I had so many things to take care of, so many responsibilities to juggle.

First, I needed to help Luca trust us again. Then, I needed to get him to see a doctor about his leg, to find out why it was so stiff.

Therapy for his stuttering and the trauma of the abuse was also a priority.

And on top of all that, I needed to continue looking for his stepfather, to figure out who he was and why he did this to my son.

But before all of that, I needed to talk to Marco.

God , Marco.

When he was 11 since day Luca was kidnapped he always blamed himself on that , always.

He was clinging to me , never wanting to leave , I understand him . But he changed from then he developed anger issues he was cold and

Alessio, Alessio also changed when he saw his twin like that he changed .

Alessio was more calmer than Marco who was energetic but now Alessio is the energetic one and Marco he is the .....cold one. It is like they have switched roles.

After Luca was kidnapped alot of things changed my Mother died after 2 years of the Luca’s kidnapped.

She was like an angel ,she was like a mother to my sons , She was always there for us , She was always there to support me but now .....now she is gone .

And after that my Older sister took the role of her , Me and my sister, Amelia where always close to each other , She was always there for me , I always talked to her when , I had a problem, And she is more stronger than me , I admit it , When my Mother died Amelia tried her best to not to cry infront of me and my siblings.

She tried to be strong for us . I alwys thought since I alwys shared my problems and secrets with my sister, who does she talks to ?

She has 4 boys and even one of them is the same age of luca , Peter, he is 7 years old , a very calm boy , I treat him as my son , I treat all of her boys as my my boys since , Their father is out of the country most of the time.

I need to call her soon , to tell her about everything happening.

I aslo need her to talk to Marco.

I sighed glancing at my phone , It is almost time for dinner , I will go to talk Luca and check up on him .

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I was in Luca’s room leaning against the door frame he was sitiing as the same position in the plane his leg stretched forward laying on his crutchs . He was clutching his ..... stuffed toy_______Orso________that is the same toy he had when he was young , it just looked slightly bloodied.

"Hey , Luca , ready for dinner" I talked to him will going to his bed and crouching near him , his eyes lit up when he saw me and he nodded quickly, I smiled at him . And , I helped him to stand up. He let me help him.

I was still holding his hand while hoing downstairs to the dinning room , i noticed how hard it was for luca to get down the satirs since his leg was always stiff

Everything will be okay .

Now we are at the dinning room ,

"Luca can I lift you so you can sit on the chair"

He nooded at me , His eyes wide .

I put him on the chair , I didn't want to ,I want him to be in my arms and never let go.

Ricardo came with the dinner , he made some spaghetti and he put to , Luca some nugget. Luca looked like he liked the food , I am glad.

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Hi guyssss , sorry if it was a little bit late but i am super tired and busy , and i was going to post it on sunday but i wanted to make it longer so i posted it today , lmk what u think pls , and write cooments , it really encourages me to write and also do u like short chapter and post them quickly or longer chapters , pls write comments and tell me what u think and also do u like that i switch between povs alot or no pls answer me so i could know what to do byeeeee