Third-person POV
19 years ago
Screams of pain. Ambulance sirens and flashing lights. Firefighters shouted orders. Smoke clouds. Grey ashes everywhere. That's what they all saw and heard. A huge fire was burning in an ordinary apartment on the end of Atlantic Avenue, Florida. No one but three knew how the fire was caused. Everyone else thought someone must have left a stove on, but these three people knew the real reasons, as they were the ones who caused this massive chaos. They had poured gasoline into an empty apartment and lit a match on it. Not even 5 minutes later, the entire building had been caught up in the fire.
A member of the American mafia who worked undercover as a firefighter went inside an apartment and found what he was ordered to look for. Young children. There was a 6-year-old boy calling for his mom, the confusion and distress evident in his voice, looking after a 4-year-old boy who was covering his nose so he wouldn't inhale any more smoke, and a baby girl who looked to be around a year old, crying and bawling her eyes out, upset that the temperature had drastically increased, and had interrupted her nap. The mother of these three was nowhere to be found. But he wasn't going to worry about that for now, he had to follow orders.
He quickly picked up all the children, ran down the 6 sets of staircases, and brought them out of the apartment, ignoring the other people calling for help, and gave the children to his bosses. He then told them, "Boss, I didn't see an adult anywhere when I found them." The adults made a mental note to do something about that, but for now, they had to get out of there. The young woman started bouncing the baby girl and looking at her worriedly, in hopes that she wasn't hurt by the fire and she would stop crying. The young man quickly look at the boys from head to toe, looking for any injuries or burns, and when he was satisfied, he took both of the boys by their hands and both adults led all three children to the Mercedes car waiting at the back.
They ordered the driver to get out of there, and the car sped off back home, away from the brightly flickering building and the many people that were in trouble because of them.
Back home in Los Angeles:
"I will need your signature here, here, and here, Mr. Davis," he said as he handed Mr. Davis the fake birth certificates.
"Alright, here," he replied. "Now all three of these children are ours, right?"
"Yes boss, you and Mrs. Davis are now known as the parents of Joshua, Elijah, and Kierra Davis. If there is ever a need to show identities, these are their birth certificates, so that should be enough. I must leave now. Take good care of these children. Goodbye to the both of you."
Once Richard Davis led the man outside, he came back to his wife Scarlett and watched her play with Kierra while looking at Joshua and Elijah playing with some toy cars. For a second, this looked like one big happy family on an ordinary day, with no signs of anything related to the mafia and what Scarlett and Richard did daily. The two parents as they were now to be called, were extremely happy, as they could now experience the joy of having children, or as much joy as they could have as they had kidnapped them. It was like a switch being turned on, everyone else saw cold-hearted killers with no emotion, while these three young kids saw happiness and love in these killers' eyes.
Scarlett and Richard knew that no matter what happened, they were going to treat these kids to the best life they could have, not knowing whether the two of them would wake up to see the next day. They were going to hide the fact that they were one of the strongest mafias in the world, at least until the children grew older, and that the five of them were going to live a wonderful life. At least that's what they hoped would happen.
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