Are we too young for this?
Feels like I can't move

Third Person's P.O.V

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the white walls, getting mixed with the faint sound of music coming from downstairs.

"Why are we having a meeting here again?" Andrew grumbled, breaking the silence. "Business." Zayn shrugged. "It's no time for business. I promised my wife a dance." Andrew rolled his eyes. "There is always time for business." Justin spoke up.

"Wait until you're married too." Zayn chuckled. "Yeah, you'd say the same thing." Andrew joined in, nudging his brother's arm. "Alright guys stop it." Justin rolled his eyes. But he couldn't help but grin at the thought of getting married to Charlotte. After all these years, he has finally found the girl of his dreams. He has finally found a girl who would cherish and love him. He has finally found a girl who he could take home to mama. He loved her. He cared for her. He respected her.

He was very well aware of the fact that she won't fall for him with a snap of a finger. He'd have to show her that he was worthy of her love. He was holding onto the hope of her loving him someday just like he loves her. He was willing to wait for her. He was–

"Where is Sloan? Does he know about this meeting?" Zayn asked, snapping Justin out of his train of thoughts. He blinked back into reality, looking at his brother. "He knows but I asked him to stay with the ladies." He answered. "At least he won't be getting bored. That lucky bitch." Zayn sighed.

"Hurry up boys." The stern voice of their father broke the conversation. Andrew sighed to himself. He and Zayn straightened their postures, looking ahead. The grin on Justin's face was replaced with a serious look while his eyes darkened. His walk was powerful which could intimidate anybody. By just looking at him, anybody could tell he meant business.

They came across a huge door, guarded by two huge bodyguards. Time for some business. Justin thought to himself as he walked through the door and inside the room with his head high. "Ah, Biebers! I was waiting for you." They were greeted by one of their rivals, Alessandro Amato, who was standing there with open arms and a big fake smile on his face.

Alessandro Amato was one of the most powerful mafia, but still behind the Biebers and De Lucas. He was a sixty years old, always drowning himself into drugs, alcohol and girls. Those were one of his likings. He was greedy for them. But most important, he was greedy for power. One of his dreams was to take over the Biebers and rule the world. But sadly, he couldn't do so yet. Not on Justin's watch who was also the one he loathed the most.

"Amato." Jeremy nodded his head, not bothering to shake hands with him as he took a seat on one of the couches. "Awe, don't be such a hater, Jeremy." Alessandro pouted before smirking to himself and sitting down too. "Why did you want to meet us?" Justin questioned, his eyes filled with disgust and anger towards the man sitting in front of him.

"What's the hurry, my boy? Sit. Let's talk and catch up." Alessandro patted the couch he was sitting on. "Cut the bullshit. We are not some long lost best friends, Amato. Stop wasting our time and come straight to the point before we walk out on you." Jeremy threatened, when he felt his patience being tested. It was not his fault. Amato was like those guys who could easily piss someone off without even doing anything. "Tsk, you don't appreciate me enough, Jeremy." Amato clicked his tongue.

"Anyways, I have a proposal for you."  He leaned back against his seat, taking a sip of his whiskey. "What kind of proposal?" Zayn raised an eyebrow. "A partnership with yours truly." Alessandro grinned widely. Justin scoffed to himself and let out a humourless chuckle. "Just think about it. We both are powerful. Together, we can run the world." Ignoring Justin, Amato spoke further.

"Or you'd just drown us with you." Andrew clenched his jaw. "There is no profit for us, Amato. Everybody knows you play dirty." Jeremy said, agreeing with his oldest son. "And you don't?" Alessandro raised one of his eyebrows. "We're not the one who rapes and kills innocent people like you do. We're out." Jeremy said and stood up from his seat, ready to walk out.

"Ah ah ah! What's the hurry, pal? Why not just have a drink while you think about it." Alessandro suggested. "I think you didn't hear my father clearly. We.are.out." Justin said, grinding his teeth together. "The offer still stands," Alessandro said as he stood up from his seat with a glass of whiskey in his hand, "I heard you're getting married, Justin."

Justin's body tensed up at the mention of his marriage. His hands formed themselves into fists as he clenched his jaw. Alessandro walked towards him, until he was face-to-face with Justin. "I have seen your fiancée. She's a beautiful woman with a beautiful body. I wonder how she'd feel under me." Alessandro smirked causing a growl to leave Justin's throat, "What the fuck did you just say?"

Without any second thoughts, he grabbed Amato's collar and threw him against the wall. The glass slipped from his hand and fell down on the floor, shattering into pieces. "Justin." His brothers gasped but dared not to move towards their younger brother. After all, Amato had it coming.

Alessandro's men, now, had their guns out and pointed towards Justin, ready to shoot him. Jeremy, Andrew and Zayn pulled out their guns too, ready to fight back. Alessandro motioned his men to lower down their guns with his hand, enjoying the exchange he was having with Justin a little too much. 

"I bet she's tight." Alessandro chuckled, provoking Justin further. Justin's eyes darkened as he punched him in the face, almost drawing out blood. "What the fuck did you say?" He banged his head against the wall.

But it didn't faze Alessandro as he let out an evil laugh, "I cannot wait to pound my cock into her tight little cunt and hear her screams for me." This was the last straw for Justin. He threw Amato against the glass table with so much force that caused it to shatter completely. Few pieces of glass cut through his body. Justin kicked him on the stomach before picking up his bloody body with just one hand by his collar. "How dare you even speak of my wife from that filthy mouth of yours." He threw Alessandro against the wall as if he was some weightless toy.

Alessandro laughed as he stood up on his own feet, limping, "She will soon be loving this filthy mouth of mine as I devour her pussy." An animallike growl left Justin's mouth as he pulled out his gold eagle gun and held it against Amato's temple. Alessandro gulped as he noticed Justin's eyes were now, almost black. He was beginning to get intimidated by the powerful mafia and was trying hard to play it cool.

"Wanna say that again?" Justin increased the pressure of the tip of his gun against Alessandro's forehead. As the scene was getting unfolded, a guy about to fire his gun caught Zayn's attention. Before the guy could even fire upon Justin, Zayn was quick to shoot him.

Soon enough, the room was filled with gunshots as the Biebers started fighting with Amato's men, being successful into killing them. Alessandro raised one of his fists to punch Justin. But Justin dodged it and twisted his arm before kicking him on the back causing the pieces of glass to dug deeper inside Alessandro's flesh.

"You will regret even opening that mouth of yours." Justin grunted before shooting Alessandro on his right popliteal fossa as he was trying to crawl away.

A yelp left Alessandro's mouth but he continued to crawl. "Are you scared now?" Justin chuckled evilly as he walked towards him before picking him up by the back of his suit blazer. Justin hit him on the head with his gun. "You piss me off." Justin punched him in the guts making him groan. "I will enjoy killing you." He kicked Alessandro with too much force causing him to break the glass door of the balcony as he fell on his back.

"And I will enjoy killing your wife and your family." Alessandro laughed. "We will see who will regret even opening his mouth." He grinned, confusing Justin as he was about to punch him again.

All of the sudden, a noise filled into the air followed by a rustling of wind causing dirt to blow around. A chopper was slowly getting low, flying towards the balcony. Justin closed his eyes for a second, unable to see as dirt filled into his eyes. Amato took this as his chance and pushed Justin away. One of a guy on the chopper pulled Alessandro up when they were close enough.

Justin's mouth parted as he noticed Alessandro was now on the chopper,  in confusion. He couldn't tell what was going through that filthy and sick brain of Alessandro's but he knew it was not going to be nice at all.

"Boom." Alessandro smiled wickedly. Just then a explosion screamed into the atmosphere causing the floor Justin was standing on to shake slightly as if an earthquake has just occurred. Alessandro was proud. He continued to laugh proudly at his doing as the chopper flew him away. Meanwhile, Justin's eyes widened when he realised Alessandro's plan.

He didn't want to do any business with the Biebers. In fact, he wanted to kill every single person in this building. He wanted to wipe them off their existence. Which also included Justin's love, Charlotte.

The thought of Charlotte possibly getting hurt started filling into his mind as he rushed back inside the room, shooting every single men of Amato's on his way.

Meanwhile, Charlotte and Sloan were busy conversing amongst themselves, completely unaware of the danger awaiting at the doorsteps. "I wish I could have a love like yours in my life too." Charlotte smiled softly. "Who knows? Maybe you already have it but you haven't recognised it yet." Sloan smirked making her look at him. "Maybe you just need to realise it is already here."

She was about to open her mouth to reply when Sloan's eyes widened. All of the sudden, he pulled her into his arms, trying to shield her body. A loud explosion echoed through the hall, followed by the screams of people.

Charlotte's eyes widened as her heart beat picked up. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She was still trying to wrap her head around the situation when another explosion happened, just a little away from where they were standing at.

"CHARLOTTE WATCH OUT!"

She wanted nothing more than to just run away but she couldn't move a muscle. She felt as if her body has betrayed her. She felt paralyzed.

Suddenly, a hand grasped her arm before pulling her away. She fell on the ground with Sloan trying to shield her body again. She couldn't tear away her eyes from the scene unfolding in front of herself. Her body slowly started shaking as fear took over her.

"Charlotte?" Sloan asked, immediately getting worried when he didn't hear a response from her. How could she even speak? Her throat has went complete dry. She had never experienced such thing. She had never been a part of something where her life could somehow be in danger. Nicholas and Simon have had always made sure of it.

"Charlotte? Charlotte? Char, do you hear me?" Sloan spoke up again. His voice faintly echoed into Charlotte's ears. Suddenly, sound of gun shots going off filled into the atmosphere. "Fuck." He cussed. He told a hold of both of her arms and started pulling her to a safer place and away from the scene. After a minute, he somehow managed to pull her behind a big pillar, away from the cruel scene. This might have not been the safest place but he couldn't find anywhere else to go.

"Charlotte, look at me!" He asked again, this time tapping on her cheek. As if Charlotte's soul has entered back into her body, she let out a gasp, leaning her shaky body against the pillar.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sloan asked softly making her look at him. She slowly nodded her head in response. "I-I– what just happened?" She choked, her eyes bordering with tears. "Char, don't cry. You're okay." He shook his head, wipping away her tears. The thought of her family struck her. "My family? Oh my God, my family! Where are they? Are they okay? Where are they?" Her eyes widened at the thought of them getting hurt. She started searching for them everywhere with her eyes frantically. But sadly, she couldn't see any one of them. "Sloan where are they?" She yelled, shaking Sloan's arm. He gulped before wandering his eyes around trying to find both of their families.

His heart dropped at the thought of his wife possibly getting hurt. He couldn't help but blame himself for not being there to protect her as he promised he would. "Uhm, I-I can't see them around." He stammered, unable to find any one of the familiar and loving faces of their families in the crowd. "W-what?" Charlotte's heart stopped. She started looking around frantically, a sob leaving her mouth.

No, she couldn't break down. She couldn't cry. She must find her family. They must be okay. They had to.

"I-I have to look for t-them." She wiped away her tears, trying to stand back on her feet with the support of the pillar. "C-charlotte no! I cannot let you do that!" Sloan stood up immediately, grabbing Charlotte's arm as she was ready to walk away. "What do you mean you cannot let me do that, huh? It is about my family, Sloan!" She snapped. Her other hand reached out to free herself from her future brother-in-law's hold. "It is not safe, Char! Look around yourself. I cannot have you getting hurt." He tightened his grip on her.

"I don't care about getting hurt. I want my family." She couldn't help but yell. "But I do care!" He yelled back. "I do care! I cannot lose you, Charlotte. You're like a— you're already like a sister to me. I cannot have my sister getting hurt." His voice softened by the end. A tear rolled down Charlotte's left eye as she let out a breath. "I cannot lose them too. Please let me go." She said softly.

"No." He immediately shook his head. "You stay here. I will go and look for them. You won't lose them, I promise you." He gave her a soft smile, ready to go and search for their families. "Let me come with you." She grabbed his arm, stopping him. "It is not safe for you, Lottie." He shook his head again. "How do you expect me to leave you in danger? I cannot lose my brother too." She said taking a step towards him.

Sloan's heart fluttered at the word 'brother'. He smiled softly. He wasn't lying when he called Charlotte his sister because she really felt like a sister to him. He had a feeling they'd have a relationship where they would annoy each other to death and still have each other's back by the end of the day. He knew he could count on her.

"Stay close." He grabbed her hand tightly making her nod her head. Stepping away from the pillar, a loud gasp left Charlotte's mouth. The whole hall has almost caught on fire. Hundreds and hundreds of feet were stomping and running around, trying to save themselves. Smoke has managed to make the big room its home, almost blurring her vision. But it didn't stop them stepping further.

"MAMA? PAPÀ?" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "SARAH? NONNO?" She continued screaming. "MAYA?" Sloan's scream filled in the air, right after hers. "MA? BELLA? ALEA? MAYA?" He continued screaming, praying to God to keep his family safe. His ears longing to hear those familiar voices of his loved ones. Their feet picked up their paces while their throats hurt from screaming too much.

"W-where are they?" Charlotte let out a small sob, as tears started running down her cheek. "SARAH?" She screamed again. Her eyes were too busy searching for her loved ones that she didn't even notice a big table caught on fire collapsing in front of her.

"Lottie!" Thank God, Sloan was quick to pull her back. Gasping, her eyes widened before she stumbled back, realising she almost got caught on fire. "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly making her nod her head softly. Clearing her throat, she thanked him, "Thank you."

"I told you to fucking stay back." He cussed. "Shut up Sloan! This is not the time." She rolled her eyes. "Of course, whatever you say goes, Queen." Sarcasm poured out of his mouth, making her shot daggers at him with her eyes. Choosing to ignore his remarks, she walked around the table, looking around. "MAMA?"

"MAYA? MAYA?"

"SLOAN?" As if his prayers had been answered, an all too familiar voice filled into his ears. Charlotte looked at him, relief washing over her whereas Sloan started looking around frantically, trying to find the familiar figure of his wife. "MAYA? MAYA, WHERE ARE YOU?" Charlotte and Sloan called out together.

"SLOAN RIGHT HERE!"

Turning their heads, both of their eyes caught the familiar figure of Maya standing at a distance, her expensive dress was covered in dirt while her hair was messed up. "Maya!" Charlotte yelled happily, picking up her speed as she ran towards Maya with Sloan by her side.

She fell into Maya's arms as she embraced her into a tight hug, "Oh my God, are you okay?" She asked, checking Maya's hands, trying to find any sign of injury. "I am okay. Are you okay?" Maya asked softly, doing the same with Charlotte making her nod her head in response. "Oh God, are you okay?" As soon as Maya's eyes fell on Sloan, she fell into his arms. "Don't worry. I'm fine." He nodded his head, kissing her softly on the lips.

"Where are others?" He asked after they pulled away. "They are outside and safe." Maya replied. "Is my family with them too?" Charlotte asked, filled with fear and hope. She hoped they were outside and safe.

Please God, let them be safe. She prayed.

"I am sorry but I haven't see them." Maya shook her head sadly. "W-what?" Charlotte mumbled as tears started streaming down her face like a waterfall. "Are you out of fucking your mind, why didn't you go with them then? Why are you here?" Sloan questioned, cursing at his wife for not saving herself. "For you." Maya said softly. "I couldn't go with you." She cupped his cheek softly.

Meanwhile, it seemed as if Charlotte's feet had a mind of their own as they took off running into another direction. All she could think of was finding her family. She didn't even hear Sloan and Maya's pleading voices for her to come back as if all voices except the one she longed to hear had been blocked to her.

"CHARLOTTE COME BACK!" Maya screamed, as Charlotte started disappearing from her vision, ready to run after her. "Maya no!" Sloan pulled her back into his arms. "But Char–"

"–I will bring her, go outside!" He ordered. "But Sloan–" Maya went to argue only to be interrupted by her husband again. "No buts! I will bring her out, I promise. Go now!" His voice turned a lot more stern making Maya shake slightly. She turned her head to look into the direction Charlotte has just run off to before looking back at her husband. "Be safe please." She said softly before running towards the exit. Sloan nodded his head before taking off to find Charlotte.

"MAMA?" Charlotte cried at the top of her lungs before coughing harshly as smoke filled into her lungs. But that didn't stop her stepping further in, "MAMA? SARAH? CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

But soon enough, she found herself stopping on her tracks when a voice filled into her ears. "BAMBINA? BABY, WHERE ARE YOU?"

Her mother's voice.

"MAMA?" Charlotte was filled with hope, as she rushed towards the direction from where the voice had just came. "CHARLOTTE?" Another voice was heard making Charlotte turn her head to left.

Relief washed over her when she saw her sister, Sarah waving her arms in the air. "Sorella." The word left Charlotte's mouth in a soft whisper as she found herself running towards her sister with Sarah doing the same.

"Lottie." Sarah ran into her elder sister's arms, a sob leaving her mouth immediately. "Stai bene, sorella?" Charlotte asked, kissing Sarah's forehead. Sarah weakly nodded her head as tears started streaming down her face. "Ehi, perché piangi?" Charlotte frowned her eyebrows as she cupped Sarah's face in her hands before wiping away her tears. "P-pensavo d-di averti perso." Sarah cried, resting her head on her sister's chest for comfort.

"Are you okay, sister?"

"Hey, why are you crying?"

"I-I t-thought I lost you."

"No, non mi perderai. Tornerò sempre da te, sorella." Charlotte smiled softly before kissing her sister's forehead again. Sarah smiled back and pulled away. "Where are others?" Charlotte asked, with a hopeful voice. "Come with me." Sarah grabbed her hand before dragging her towards their parents.

"No, you won't lose me. I will always come back to you, sister."

Soon, Charlotte found her parents in a corner. Simon was covering Grace, who was holding her stomach and crying as he tried to comfort her. Charlotte frowned when she noticed the way Grace was holding her stomach, as if she was trying to protect it from all the evil in this world.

Grace was the first one to notice her, relief washing over her immediately. She let out a happy cry and stood up. Noticing his wife's actions, he turned his head only to find both of his daughters staring back at them.

"Bambina." Grace cried, placing kisses all over her daughter's face, happy to see her without any injuries. "Are you okay, baby?" Simon asked making Charlotte nod as a sob left her mouth. As she was about to open her mouth to speak, Grace started coughing harshly, almost collapsing into her daughter's arms. "Grace!" Simon cried with his daughters, "Mama!"

"I-I am okay. I am okay." Grace smiled softly before coughing again. "No you are not!" Simon shook his head immediately.

Just then, sound of more gun shots going off echoed through the hall. Simon's eyes widened in worry as he looked around before pulling out his gun. Sarah reached out to help her mother, supporting Grace's body on hers. "Girls, you need to take your mother out." He said, turning to his daughters. "What about you? W-where are you going?" Charlotte asked grabbing his arm. "I have to stay here. Charlotte just go!" He said sternly, trying to keep calm in front of her. He didn't want her to witness him killing people as if he was heartless. He didn't want her to see him as a monster.

"Not without you! You will come with us." She shook her head. "For God's sake, just go Charlotte! Your mother can't stay here for too long, she's fucking pregnant!" Almost losing his temper, Simon yelled loudly. A gasp left Charlotte's mouth as her eyes widened. Her lips started trembling and she looked back at her mother who was breathing heavily. She couldn't believe her ears. No wonder, Grace had her hand around her stomach. She was protecting her unborn child.

"N-no y-yelling or your blood pressure will rise up." Grace shook her head. Simon looked at Grace, his eyes bordering with tears. "J-just go, I will find your grandfather and come out." He looked at Charlotte. She let out a breath before slowly letting go her father's arm. "Stai attento." He said softly before kissing her daughters' forehead. He kissed his wife softly and pulled away.

"Be safe."

"Anche tu." Charlotte spoke up. "Go." He whispered, then started running into another direction.

"You too."

She turned to Sarah and nodded her head. Sarah gulped. "We'll get you out of here, Mama." She said before helping Sarah as they started making their way towards the exit, making sure to not step on any furnitures or clothes caught on fire.

"I can't see anything. Which way is the exit?" Sarah groaned. "I think it is this way. Let's go." Charlotte turned her head towards the left. They started making their way towards left, hoping they were going into the right direction. 

Suddenly, Charlotte's eyes widened and she found herself stopping in her track. She saw a huge flame of fire wrapped around a big door like a snake. "We need to go back." She said before returning to where they once were. "Where are we supposed to go?" Sarah asked, biting her bottom lip. "Let's go this way. This is the way out." Grace spoke up making the girls look at her. Charlotte looked into the direction where her mother was pointing at only to find people running out. She nodded her head in agreement.

Following everybody's lead, they were almost out when Charlotte's ears perked up at the sound of gun shots and screams. She turned her head, her eyes widening when they fell on a yellow light of bullets going of, followed by the sound of gun shots from the direction where her father had ran to.

"Take Mama out!" Charlotte ordered her little sister, ready to rush to Simon. "Charlotte no!" Grace grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "It is not safe. You're coming with us!" She demanded. "I can't leave Papà alone," She shook her head, pulling her hand out of her grip. "I am sorry but I have to go." She said softly. "Charlotte don't!" Sarah cried. "Take her out!" Charlotte ordered her sister before turning on her heels and running inside, fading into the dark clouds of smoke.

"Charlotte stop! Charlotte come back! Charlotte!" Grace started screaming, trying to pull out of Sarah's hold to run after Charlotte. "Sarah let me go! Charlotte!" She cried as her younger daughter started dragging her out of the building.

Meanwhile, Justin was trying to get out of the whole chaos, shooting everyone who tried to block his way. His suit was stained with blood while his face was covered in dirt. He had never thought a delightful night would turn into a whole series of chaos. He hoped Charlotte was okay. She has to be. He hoped she was outside and safe, completely unaware of the fact that she was walking towards the danger.

Suddenly, Justin noticed a guy running towards him with a knife in his hand, reaching out to attack the Mafia King with it. He grinded his teeth, anger radiating intp his eyes as he dodged it perfectly. He kicked the knife out of the guy's hand before grasping him by his neck, pulling him off the ground. Justin's hand clenched around the guy's neck, until he was turning blue. The guy was throwing his feet around, desperately trying to remove Justin's hand as suffocation consumed him. Before Justin could even be successful into choking him to death, a bullet went right into the guy's brain, killing him in spot.

Justin tossed the guy's dead body to a side, looking ahead of him only to find Simon staring back at him.

"Justin! Oh God, are you okay, son?" Simon asked, hugging his future son-in-law. "I'm okay. Where is everybody else? Where is Charlotte?" Justin questioned, biting his bottom lip anxiously. Fear consumed his body at the thought of Charlotte possibly getting hurt. "They are fine. They are outside." Relief washed over him as soon as he heard Simon's answer. "How did this even happen?" Simon questioned, looking down at multiple dead bodies lying on the floor. "Fucking Amato." Justin cussed, kicking at one of the dead bodies. "Fuck." Simon sighed.

"I should have known he was capable of being so sick," Justin shook his head. "I've killed his men but he managed to run away." Justin continued, running his hand through his hair and then tugging at them in frustration. "Let's just focus on getting out of here first. We'll deal with Amato later." Simon said with Justin agreeing.

"Wait, where are Jeremy and your brothers?" Simon asked, stopping in his track. "We got separated." Justin sighed. "But those bastards must be fine and outside by now, I'm sure of that." He chuckled. With that both of them started finding their way outside. They wanted nothing more than just getting out of this mess and go back home.

"PAPÀ?" Charlotte screamed, pushing people away from her with one hand while the other one covered her nose, trying to shield it from the smoke as her feet carried her in. All of the sudden, she found herself freezing in her spot. Her head started pounding making her hiss. The sound of continues gun shots echoed into her ears but she couldn't focus. She felt as if someone was hitting her brain with a jackhammer, trying to break it into tiny pieces. She yelped in pain, grasping her head in her hand. She wanted nothing more than this pain to just go away.

Somehow, she screamed for her father again, taking a step further. This time, her voice managed to reach Simon, Justin and even Sloan who was still trying to find her.

"CHARLOTTE?" Justin immediately turned on his heels only to find Charlotte down by the stairs. "What the fuck is she doing here? I thought she was safe outside?" Justin spat. "CHARLOTTE!" Simon ignored his voice, making his way towards the stairs, followed by Justin. When suddenly, a bullet went through Simon's right arm, making him groan in pain.

"SIMON!" Justin gasped, reaching out to help his future father-in-law who had almost lost his balance from the sudden impact. Rage filled into Simon's eyes as he found the guy who had just shot him, trying to run away. Without having any second thoughts, he shot the guy three times in the back making him fall down instantly.

The sound were slowly turning into whispers for Charlotte. Her vision started blurring while she started stumbling on her feet. She couldn't focus on anything but the pounding in her head as it started to consume her whole body. She let out a loud scream, wishing nothing more than for it to go away. Her legs gave up on her and she fell down on the ground.

"CHARLOTTE!" Justin screamed, his eyes widening. His feet took off, rushing towards Charlotte in hurry when he noticed a huge flaming wood was about to fall on her. Never had he ever ran this fast in his entire life.

"CHARLOTTE!" Simon cried, ready to run towards his daughter only to stumble against one of the dead bodies which resulted him into falling down too.

Charlotte's vision was blurry as she watched Justin's figure running towards her. She couldn't make out who it was but the thought of Sloan consumed her mind. Maybe it was him coming to rescue her. "Sloan?" She managed to choke out, before darkness consumed her.

Justin's body fell on the top of hers, grasping it tightly as he rolled them away. The wood fell on the floor, collapsing into pieces with Justin watching it all happen before his eyes. He slowly looked down at the passed out girl into his arms, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "Charlotte?" He said softly. The fear of losing Charlotte swallowing him. The thoughts of nightmares started circling around his mind.

No, he couldn't lose her.

"H-hey. Charlotte? It is me, Justin. Can you please wake up for me?" He shook her softly, recieving no movement from her. "C-charlotte will you please wake up!" He shook her harder while his voice got louder. His lips started trembling while his body started shaking. In no way, he had any power to relive that moment again. Charlotte couldn't leave him.

"Justin!" Sloan gasped when he found his brother with Charlotte into his arms. "S-sloan. W-why isn't she waking up?" Justin stammered. "Justin..." Sloan said softly as he got down on his knees. His heart ached with pain as he looked down at the girl in his brother's arms. "WHY ISN'T SHE WAKING UP?" Justin screamed, pulling Charlotte into his lap. "Charlotte please wake up!" He started shaking her repeatedly, only to be ceased by his brother. "Justin she's okay. She will be okay! We should take her to the doctor." Sloan said. "Of course she is okay," Justin smiled softly, caressing Charlotte's cheek. "My wife is very strong. She's a fighter."

"I will go and get Simon and then we will go out together, okay?" Sloan said, hearing no reply from Justin who was too busy caressing Charlotte's cheek. Sloan sighed to himself. It hurt him to see his brother this way. The last time he witnessed his brother like this was three years ago. Justin had been completely broken. He was shattered. He couldn't bare to see him that way again. He licked his lips in worry before rushing upstairs to get Simon.

"If you were awake, you'd yell at me for calling you my wife." He chuckled to himself before a tear rolled down his left cheek. "Why aren't you waking up? Wake up and yell at me! Please wake up!" Justin shook her again. He couldn't just sit like this and mourn. He must save the girl he loves. Wiping away his tears, he stood up with Charlotte in his arms bridal style.

"I will get you out of here, I promise. I refuse to let you go."

When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said don't leave me here alone

Charlotte's P.O.V

Darkness.

Endless darkness.

That's all I could see. I didn't know where I was at. I couldn't tell. But I could hear a faint voice speaking to me. But I could care less about it. All I knew was that I had to make sure my family was safe and sound. They had to be safe and sound. I couldn't imagine going on with my life without them. I needed them.

Forcing myself to open my eyes, I snapped back into reality. A shaky breath left my mouth causing me to realise that I had my face covered with an oxygen mask. I blinked, trying to keep my eyes open. Looking around, I found myself in a hospital bed.

"Charlotte, you're awake!" A happy cry filled into my ears, making me look to my left to check who it was. Justin.

I reached my hand up to remove the mask and sit up. "What are you doing? Charlotte you need rest. Let me help you." He said before he helped me sit up. He then handed me a glass of water with me gulping it down instantly. "M-my family. How is my family? I want to see them." I managed to choke out as he put the glass away. "They are fine. You can meet them later, you need to rest for now." He said softly. "No, I want to see them now." I demanded stubbornly. "The doctor said you need rest." He said, a little more sternly. I shook my head and tossed the oxygen mask by my feet, ready to stand up.

"Charlotte stop it! I told you, they are okay. You can see them later." Justin said loudly and a lot more sternly.

"No, you don't understand, Justin. I need to see them! I need to see Mama! She is pregnant! I need to know if her and the baby are okay. I cannot lose another sibling!" I yelled as a tear rolled down my eye. A sob left my throat as I hanged my head low, clenching my eyes together. There was silence for a bit with Justin staring at me with shock written all over his face. He seemed lost into his own thoughts for few seconds. As if the realisation has hit him, he was slowly brought back into reality.

"Please take me to her." I pleaded.

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"Mama, are you okay?" I gasped before hugging my mother who was laying down in a hospital bed. She hugged me back before kissing my forehead. "I am okay. Are you okay, principessa?" She asked when we pulled away, caressing my cheek softly. I nodded my head and gave her a small smile. "Are you okay, Papà? Does it hurts?" I turned to my father. I just found out he got shot into his arm when I found him sitting with Sarah on one of the couches in the hospital room with stitches on his arm. He must have had refused to leave Mama alone. 

He nodded his head, smiling. Thankfully, Sarah didn't even has any scratch on her. The doctor said that she had just inhaled a little smoke but it wasn't serious.

"How is the baby?" I asked softly. "He's okay. He's a fighter." She smiled, rubbing her stomach affectionately. My heart fluttered when I heard her say 'he'. "Is it a boy?" I asked and she nodded her while smiling, "I just found out."

I was going to have a baby brother.

"How far are you along?" I asked again. "I'm almost four months along." She replied. I nodded my head, looking down. But I couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal. I felt betrayed. Mama used to tell me every little thing. Did she not trust me enough to tell me about this?

"When were you going to tell us about this?" I gulped and looked at her. "We were going to tell you both." Papà spoke up. "When? If it wasn't for this incident then we won't have had even found out about him." Sarah said. "Girls," Mama sighed. "I just wanted to be sure before I told you both. I couldn't have things repeating themselves as it did last time." She said, tears bordering her eyes at the thought of losing one of her children.

"I understand." I said softly, trying to hold back my own tears. "Excuse me." I whispered before walking out of the room. I wiped the alone tear which has managed to escape from my left eye and let out a shaky breath.

"What happened?" Justin asked softly as soon as he watched me walk out. Without thinking twice, I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled my face into his neck. "What's wrong?" He asked, running his fingers through my hair. I shook my head and hugged him tighter, "Please, just hold me."

He didn't question me further and tightened his grip on me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Somehow, his presence managed to calm me down. The smell of his cologne mixed with the smell of smoke lingered into the air.

"Let me take you home." He whispered when we pulled away. "But everyone is still here." I frowned making him softly shake his head at me. "I meant my apartment." He grinned softly. "Am I even allowed to leave? And what about Sarah?" I asked. "Don't worry about them. Sloan will bring her home. I heard her saying she didn't want to leave just yet." He answered.

"Can you tell my parents about me leaving? I don't want to go inside." I bit my bottom lip. He grinned softly when he noticed that I had agreed to go with him. "I will do that. Let's get you seated down first." He said before helping me sit down on one of the chairs.

The rest of his family, except for Justin and Sloan had left to their home. Papà even made Nonno go back home. Everybody was okay. Especially Bella. She had managed to get out before the situation got worse but Zayn was still worried. So, after she and everybody else got checked up by the doctor, Justin made sure they reached home safely.

"Are you okay?" Sloan, who was sitting beside me, asked. "I am. Are you?" I replied with a question. He nodded and smiled at me, "You really scared me back there."

"I am so sorry, you had to go through so much trouble because of me." I apologized making him chuckle and shake his head. "Don't apologise, it's alright."

After Justin informed my parents about leaving, he left to meet with the doctor to get me discharged off the hospital. "Thank you so much for saving me." I thanked him. After all, he was the one who saved my life. If it wasn't for him, I would have gotten hurt as soon as the explosion took place. If it wasn't for him, I would have almost got burnt and die while I was unconscious. I really owed to him. He really did save my life. "Of course, you're my sister." He hugged him, making me smile softly.

After a while, Justin walked back. "We can leave after you change back into your clothes." He announced making me look down at the hospital gown I was currently wearing. I nodded and stood up. "Can you take Sarah home?" He asked Sloan. "Of course." Sloan nodded. "Thank you, bro. You take care, okay?" Justin grinned and hugged his brother. "You too. I'll see you guys later." Sloan bid us goodbye.

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I sighed to myself as I walked inside Justin's apartment. His apartment was big, way too big and somewhat welcoming. I could tell he takes a good care of it just by looking at it. The living room had a set of big black coloured couches, a table in between and a huge television stuck to the wall. The kitchen and dining room were in right whereas the stairs were in the left. I assumed the master bedroom aka Justin's bedroom must be upstairs. But what caught my attention was a big door a little away from the stairs.

I frowned my eyebrows, making my way towards it. I wonder what was hidden behind this door. Curiosity took over me as I grabbed the doorknob, twisting it only to find out that it was locked. I frowned before twisting it again as if it was magically going to get unlocked.

Suddenly, I sensed a presence behind me. "It is locked." Justin's voice startled me. I turned around only to find him standing a couple of feet away from me. "I-I–" I didn't know what to say. I licked my lips before apologizing. "Why is it locked?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Some reasons. Nothing your pretty little head needs to worry about." He said, clenching his jaw. His gaze fixed at the door before it landed on me. "Are you hungry?" He asked making me shake my head in denial.

"Let's go to bed then. It's been a long night." He said softly before helping me walk upstairs and then into a bedroom which I assumed was his. He helped me sit on the bed before walking towards his closet.

After a couple of seconds, he came back with a black plain t-shirt and boy shorts. "You can wear this. It must be uncomfortable with what you're wearing. And it's dirty." He said, trying not to make a face at my outfit which was covered in blood and dirt. I cringed to myself. I thanked him before making my way towards the bathroom to get changed into the the clothes he has provided me with. I even washed my face.

When I walked back into the bedroom, I found Justin has also changed into sweats. But the problem was him being shirtless. My gaze fell on the tattoos which covered his chest before they travelled to his abs and then his muscles. God, why did he has to be so attractive? It seemed as if God and angels have sculpted him themselves with perfection.

His lips formed into a smirk when he noticed me staring. My cheeks heated up and I looked away, trying not to stare at his bare chest. 

I walked past him before sitting down on the bed, resting my back against the headboard. Justin sat down beside me and cleared his throat making me look at him. "What were you talking about in the hospital?" He asked cautiously.

"About what?" I frowned my eyebrows in confusion. "About losing your sibling." He spoke softly. My face softened, my eyes almost bordering with tears. "I am a twin." I said to him. "I had a brother. His name was Roman." I smiled softly as my mind started painting the image of Roman's eleven year old self in it. He was smiling at me. "What happened to him?" Justin asked making me snap out of my thoughts. "He died– no, he was murdered when we were eleven." I looked down at my fingers which had now started fidgeting with each other. My mom was shattered when she saw the dead body of Roman. So was I.

Justin reached out and took my hand into his own, squeezing it. "It just hurts knowing that his murderers might be out there somewhere, living their lives after taking away the life of an innocent boy." A tear rolled down my left eye. It didn't even take a second before I found myself into Justin's arms as he tried to comfort me.

"Simon must have made them pay, I'm sure of it." He said softly making me nod my head. Maybe, Papà did make those murderers pay. "Can you sleep with me tonight, please? I don't wanna be alone." I pleaded. Tonight was really a lot. My family and I almost died. I knew I won't be able to sleep by myself tonight.

"Of course. Let's go to bed. It is getting late." He looked at the clock which was hanging on one of the walls. 2:54 am. I nodded before shifting to the other side so Justin could have some space to sleep too. After I pulled the cover over me, Justin turned off the lights and got beside me. There was a silence for a while as I kept staring into the darkness.

"Buona notte, Amore." Justin said softly, breaking the silence.

"Good night, love."

"Buona notte, Justin." My voice came just over the whisper.

"Good night, Justin."

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Don't worry, everybody is safe and sound.

Grace is pregnant.

And Charlotte had a twin brother.

What do you think about this chapter?

I would say to keep an eye for the next couple of chapters because who knows things might go down. Who knows.

Anyways,

Hope you guys liked this chaotic chapter lol🤍