2p!F.A.C.E. x child!reader- She's...alright(ch.11)

"Calm the fuck down first!"

From all the noise, Francis and the other two came to the living room to see what was happening. "Aye! How'd you get Oliver so worked up?!"

"O-oh. We told him we know where (name) is", Gil casually stated to them.

"How?!", Al and Matt questioned him.

Toni pushed Oliver off of him. "If you control your damn depressed baker's then maybe we'll tell you!"

"I really don't like you!"

Toni showed Oliver his middle finger. "Yeah but I know what you don't so I suggest you shut the fuck up"

"Hurry up with it!"

"Stop being so loud with me!"

"Luciano has her", Gil sat on the couch and told everyone.

"That's stupid", Francis concluded. "If he had her, he would've said something. It's been two days. What would he keep her for without asking for something?"

"I don't know. We just know he has her. His people were spotted in the area Oliver took her. It's not like we saw them put her in the car and take her but we're about ninety-nine percent sure he took her"

"You two's logic is fucked. He wouldn't just keep a kid, who he isn't even fully sure I care that much about, without saying anything. That's stupid"

"Maybe he likes her", Toni teased.

Oliver began looking worried. "W-what if he does?! W-what if he wants to just keep my little girl?! W-what...W-what if s-she likes him more than me?!"

"I'm pretty sure that's not it", Francis tried to reassure him. "She already knows who Luci is and I doubt she'd just stay with somebody if she didn't even know their names"

Oliver began to whimper, "S-she didn't even know m-my name when I brought her home w-with me a-and she was calling me daddy! S-she's gonna forget about me a-and stay with him and love him more a-and a-and sh-"

Al slapped Oliver as he was rambling. "Hey!...Calm, the fuck down...alright?" Oliver coughed some as he wiped tears from his eyes then nodded slowly.

~With you!~

You were in the shooting range with the red eyed man. You stood on top of the table that was there as he helped support your balance. "Now aim right for their heart"

"Ok", you shot the poster right in the middle of it's chest. "Like that?"

"The heart's on the left side of their chest, darling"

"Oh ok"

"And remember, shoot twice"

"Got it" You stuck your tongue out a little before shooting twice towards the left. "Like that, right?"

"Perfect"

"Yay~!", you cheered.

"Darling?...Why don't you ever take this collar off?" He tugged at it a little and you swatted at his hand by reflex.

"...I'm sorry...B-because I like it. My uncle gave it to me"

"Isn't it a little insulting?"

"What's insulting mean?"

"That it's mean. He's making fun of you with it" You gently touch it as you remember the day you got it. "Doesn't it hurt your feelings that he's calling you a pet?"

"...Uhm...I don't know...I didn't think of it like that...I-I...I guess", you sat down on the table, facing him.

He touched both of your shoulders. "And you want to go back there? I haven't hurt your feelings, have I?"

"Well when I got here you kind of threatened to kill me"

"T-that was different! Lets not think about it!"

"But Gil told me that I can't just not think about death cause it's gonna happen and there's nothing I can do about it"

He sighed, "They let you meet Gil?"

"Yes...He's a sad person...I think he needs a hug but he doesn't like hugs. Then he told me a depressing story about hugs and how they don't help...He's the reason I know what depression means"

"Why do you want to go back there so badly?! Just stay here with me! I'll teach you all the things you want and take care of you. Aren't you happy here?"

You sat and thought on it for awhile. "Uhm...I miss my daddy" He hugged you tightly and for some reason it made you feel as if you wanted to cry. You didn't know why. "I-I'm...I-I'm sorry, mister", you sniffled out as you hugged back. "I-I'll stay here with you, i-if you want me to!" The tears in your eyes soon spilled out as you gripped the back of his shirt and cried on his chest.

"It's ok. You'll be happier here", he told you as he pets your hair.

"O-ok"

"Just forget about it there. You'll stay here"

"....H-here..."

He lets you go and looks into your puffy eyes. You avoid eye contact and wipe your nose. You feel him touching on your collar and tense up a bit as it loosens. You whine slightly but soon it's no longer around your neck. "You're mine now"

"...Y-yours?...S-so...Y-you're my daddy?"

He smirked at you then touched both of your cheeks with his hands. "If that's what you want to call me"

"Oh...o-ok"

It's been two more days and Luciano has been making successful advances on Francis' territory. So far he's claimed at least two of his blocks within these few days. He was making deals with businesses, moving and selling drugs, and making more money than he ever has. Kidnapping this little (h/c) haired girl was one of the most profitable decisions he ever made, but he was starting to get a little attached to her. He was getting to like having her around. She did what he said, she kept quiet when he wanted her to, and killing someone wasn't a thing to her. She was even pretty skilled with it. She had great aim for such a young age.

His other co-worker was a dark haired man from Japan with a hell of a lot of tattoos. He usually just did whatever the fuck he wanted to do but worked well with Luciano and his German worker Lutz. "I want you two to meet this girl"

"...Can I have her?", Lutz questioned.

"No, damn it! Just wait here while I get her", Luciano left the room to go get the girl.

You were in your room, playing with a few of the dolls your new, second daddy gave you. You assumed it was alright to have two daddy's. You remembered Peter did so you guessed everyone did and you were just now meeting yours. 

"Oh no! Hurry! She's bleeding out!" You shook one of the dolls side to side as one of the other, smaller ones lied on the floor. You made coughing sounds. "T-they shot me. C-call my daddy. H-he can fix me and make me all better" You picked up the third doll and fixed his hand in front of him. "That's right! I shot her and now she's gonna die without seeing her daddy!" You sit down that doll before you picked up a fourth doll who was a woman with the same hair color as you. "That's right! She was stupid and I didn't like her so I hit her and hit her til she cried then I made him shoot her so she dies! I don't like her!" You picked the smaller one, that was supposedly shot, back up then had her walk over to the (h/c) haired doll. "I-I hate you too mommy! You lied to me! Both my daddy's like me and are gonna kill you if I see you again cause you're a big meanie person who I don't like!" You had the smaller one hit the lady repeatedly. "Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! I'm telling you to die!"

There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?", you put your toys down and face the door. When it opened, you saw your new, second daddy. You smiled, "Hi daddy!"

"Hello darling. Come with me. I have some people I want you to meet"

You gasp, "I get to meet people?! I like meeting people!"

"That's good. Were you playing?"

"Yes", you stated then stand to your feet before taking his hand and leaving with him.

He takes you down the halls to one of the rooms that you called his meet room because there was always someone there who he would talk to. You never came in to meet them though. Sometimes you would see them again when he asked you to kill them in a different room. 

When he opened the door, you saw two different men. Your eyes immediately go to the black haired man who had a lot of pictures on his body. His eyes were red and lazily looked your way. This sort of reminded you when you first met your uncle and brothers. The other man had blonde hair and an interesting scar on his face, under his eye. His eye color was a dark purple. 

Flavio crossed his arms. "I can like who I like"

"Haven't seen you in awhile, doll", Al leaned over towards her.

"I felt no need to...Are we leaving or what?"

He put his arm around her. "Aww. You know you missed me"

"One time. I kissed you one time while I was drunk out of my mind and now you think you're hot shit", she pushed him off. "So what's the plan to get her?"

"We go, kill everyone we see, then take my poppet and bring her back here and eat cupcakes~!"

"...That's our plan?" He nodded in response to her. "...We're all gonna die"

"We might not", Francis objected.

"Huh?"

"Since you're here, I might just have a better idea"

"I don't like where this is going"

Oliver grabbed both of her arms. "You have to dear! We have to get my poppet back! Y-you'll help, right?!"

"O-ok! Ok!...W-what I gotta do?"